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threepandas · 5 months ago

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Bad End: Soldier A

I'm pretty sure you know the story. Everybody does. Chosen Hero, Demon King, they fight, save the day, yada yada. Everybody supposedly lives happily ever after. Everything sunshine and roses. Puppies and farting rainbows. But... but it's NOT.

It's really fucking NOT.

I used to love reading stories like that. They were escapism. Grand adventures in a terrible, grey, slowly crushing hellscape of a world. But... but, FUCK. At least there weren't drauger! No demon wolves or skeleton soldiers! Or the FUCKING little flying bastards. God. I HATE those ones the most.

They have sharp, needle-y little claws and teeth like a SHARK fucked a TREE THRESHER. And they scream. Just... yowl and yowl in this ear splitting high pitch like they're trying to DEAFEN you ON TOP of trying to rip you apart.

That life was peaceful.

I was a fool to wish for anything else.

I am not the Chosen One. I'm not even a supporting character. I remember this bullshit little yarn, and I? Am NO WHERE fucking in it. I am just... just some rando, in this struggle of demons and Gods. The child of Some Dude. We... we had chickens. Fat, happy, lil hens.

I remember being ENTRANCED. I had lived all my life, before, in suburban sprawl. So chickens? Strutting around and chasing bugs? Tiny me was hypnotized.

It saved my life.

I half wish it didn't, some days.

That I died, sudden and without the chance to truely comprehend, along side my family. That my neighbors eldest hadn't seen me by the coop. Grabbed me desperately as he ran for his life. Our entire FUCKING village...

There were six survivors.

I was one of them.

And it's... it's all just? FLAVOR TEXT for the Chosen One's tale of Glory. A reason for why she's so NEEDED. So BELOVED. Look how AWESOME she is! Saintess, because when are they NOT? Hero, because it's all about HER. A god damned LOVE STORY thrown in, because THAT'S important, while people are suffering! Dying!

Are? You? KIDDING ME!?

Legends speak of a "Hero's Party". I know damn well it's true. That it WILL succeed. But FUCK that. FUCK waiting for her to "be ready"! To gather allies and turn from some sheltered little rose, into the warrior we ACTUALLY NEED. It's my world too. I was the one who had to help dig out survivors! Tend to the wounded! Fight off swarms! Hold back the dead!

I...! I was the one who had to LOOK PEOPLE IN THE EYE and... AND-!

B-Because sometimes? SOMETIMES?! Those bites DON'T HEAL. Can't heal! They are filled with so much demonic power, that the only thing they CAN do is corrupt. Fester. Poison. Sometimes you're already DEAD and nothing short of the oh so precious SAINTESS could possibly save you.

But she's not HERE... is she?

So you have a choice.

If you're lucky? It's JUST a limb. A chunk of flesh. But more often then not... well... The lucky ones have time to say goodbye. The unlucky ones get to be twisted and used against their friends. Their family's. And if you care. If you CARE AT ALL? You put them down before that happens.

Because they wouldn't want that.

It... it feeds a HATE in me. An ANGER.

No, that's not right... it's more like? It feeds...

A RAGE.

An ugly, burning thing. That's hollowed out my chest. Wrapped around my bones. Fueled by the memories of every innocent I failed to save. By the fear and the suffering, that just keeps dragging on and on and ON. An endless slog that seems designed to break men down. Destroy us.

I feel like it's killing the humanity in me. The kindness I once had. Like I am burning away everything but purpose. And will have nothing left when I am done. IF I am ever done. It... it used to scare me.

Now I am to angry, too tired, to be afraid.

Let me die. I do not CARE. So long as I TAKE THEM WITH ME. Burn them ALL. My brothers in arms, my sisters of war, those that fight and fight and FIGHT? They feel the same. We didn't fucking WAIT. Refused to watch the slaughter. Gaining ground only to lose it, losing ground only to claw it back.

Holding the line.

We can't actually KILL him. We know that. Only the Saintess can actually fucking END this nightmare. But his monsters? Those still fall too steel. And if we are to die regardless, why NOT in defense of our homes?

We've managed to push a path, deep into the Demonic lands. A spear point to stab the heart of HIS damned empire. We... we can hold it. MUST hold it. At all costs. For that flimsy, weak willed, half trained NITWIT of a child. So when she FINALLY gets off her ass and stops making goo-goo eyes at her trainers? She can come and finish the job.

Then get crowned queen of forever or something.

I don't know, I don't CARE. I'm going to buy some damn chickens. Fill a yard with them. Honor my parents and be the best damn farmer this world has ever SEEN.

Another crash against our shields. Screams as someone's arm breaks. As someone else is savaged through a crack in our barrier, as something probably gives. I slam my spear forward. Vital point. Vital point. Ignore the strain. The way your arm feels like a giant is stepping on it. Like some is trying to rip the shield from your grip. Hold... HOOOOLD!

Go for the eyes. Aim for the throat. Kidneys. Arteries, arteries, heart! The spear is wretched from my grip. I shout for another. Reach blindly, trusting my countrymen. I feel the grip of another one pressed into my hand. I slam my spear forward.

The fight goes on.

For hours.

It was some sort of ape-bear chimera things this time. But bigger and with spikes. No ones quite sure if they're in the "fucked up monstrosities" book yet. I'M certainly too dead on my feet to check. I sit an eat some fucking soup. Mmmmm, rations soup. Technically edible! My favorite flavor.

In the distance, sits the Demon King's fancy ass doom castle.

Any closer? And HE might be inspired to actually "deal" with us. I can't wait for the day it-An explosion of noise from the command tent. Everyone's heads whip around to stare, alarmed. But... but that didn't sound... BAD shouting. It takes us a long, long moment. It had honestly been YEARS since some of us had HEARD such a noise. But...?

W...was that?

Excitement?

I passed off my soup to a newbie. He honestly needed it more anyway. Told him to eat. Then got up and headed for command. Something was happening. As I got close, the flap was all but ripped open. A commander, actually? Smiling!? What the fresh hell?

A commander looking for someone. Spots me. Waves me over and in. I jog over. The tent is practically HUMMING with excitement. And there, on the tabke with the war map? Is an old, OLD dagger. Very... magical girl, in design. Flourishes, sparkling, and lovely dispite being what must be... what, centuries old? Worn to hell and back? What IS that?

It's the weapon of a previous Chosen One.

A Holy Blade.

Holy Shit. HOW. Where?! Where AND HOW!? I thought the royal family snapped all those fuckers up too show off! If not them, the Temple! I'm met with seni-hysterical laughs of disbelief.

A PRIEST stole it.

Nearly DIED doing so. Temple's probably FURIOUS. Gonna come to get it BACK, most likely. We're gonna have to move FAST. We're gonna only get ONE chance at this. I nod. Ready for whatever command needs me to do. Hold off some holy knights? Punch a priest? I'll get... SUPER excommunicated, but? Fuck it. If it saves lives.

No.

No they need me to wield the blade. I'm sorry?? WHAT.

It's apparently Maiden Locked. Fucking... Maidens Only! Got lucky? No holy weapon for you! Married but a virgin? Weaponless! Oh, fffffuck yooooou, creepy perv deities. There are LIVES ON THE LINE, in this, a GOD DAMNED WAR, and you LOCK the import weapons behind "mint condition pu-"!!!

The commander cuts of my, frankly, VERY understandable rant.

Hands on my shoulders. Looks me in the eyes. Will I Do This? I would have to take the knife and sneak behind enemy lines. Into the demon kings castle. And try to get the jump on him. NO ONE would be able to go after me. Help WOULD NOT be coming. If I fail... that's it. Game over. The demons would have me.

I laugh.

It is... not a cheerful sound. Not like it once was.

Is it even a choice? Of course I am. Frankly? I hope it hurts. I hope it's slow. Hurts every second and feels like eons. That he BURNS from the inside out. I'm gonna make him EAT IT.

Waiting until night would be suicide. They get stronger at night. Can blend in to the shadows. But they're cocky. They won't expect an attack just before that. So twilight is when I'll strike. Afternoon, when I head out. I... I leave my gear behind. Say my goodbyes.

I'm not the Chosen One.

Just some farmer's daughter with a grudge.

It don't think I'll be making it back. Don't really expect to even succeed. But by the gods... I plan to HURT him. Every piece we chip away, is one the soul behind us doesn't have to fight. I do this not for me. But for the child who will never know the FEAR that I did.

I will die so they don't have too.

The castle is dark. Humming with power I can FEEL but can not understand. Grand and sweeping architecture. Great windows that should let in far more light then they do. A blood red carpet upon bone white floors. The walls are black. It... some how merely stepping inside, seems to suck all color but red from the world. All heat.

I see no one here.

But I hear whispers.

I tighten my grip around the weapon. The only thing that feels WARM. These hallways are designed to make you feel small, I can tell at a glance. I refuse to give in. I am a farmer. A soldier. I do not CARE about your damn castle! I dig deep into my memories, keeping to the walls, and try to remember where the hero found her foe.

I trace the path in my head. Cut out the lost wandering as best I can. Right slightly, then forward, I think. If I am wrong, I can double back. Follow the book's path exactly. I move slow. As quite as I can.

Still... I find no one.

No servants, no gaurds, no resistance of any kind. Something like fear sighs like a specter down my spine, cold and vague. Something is not right. I do not let down my gaurd... but the longer it persists? The worse my paranoia grows.

Finally. The throne room. Magnificent beyond measure, in blood red and monochrome. Rare touches of gold glint and catch the eye. Stained glass giving it all a surreal scene from high above. The runner at my feet plush enough to render my foot steps silent. It is red... so very, very red.

The Demon King leans against one fist, resting on his throne, magnificent and beautiful like a statue brought to life. Carved of pale ivory and obsidian. Just as feeling as stone. A monster. Living testament that what's inside counts most of all. For inside him? Is nothing but a void. A malicious PIT.

I will see him dead.

On silent feet, I sneak forward. Only to freeze at the foot of the stairs to his dais, my eyes locked on his face. Horror seeps through me.

An amused smirk.

"Oh don't stop NOW, you're so close." Breaks the silence. Golden eyes open, lazy and entertained. "By all means. Try."

My grip on the dagger felt almost painful, for how hard I was gripping it. He... he wasn't even bothering to move. Didn't even see me as a threat. F..Fine. Fine then! If it was a mistake on his part or NOT, I would TAKE IT. Any chance. Any chance at ALL.

The pressure of that gaze felt immense. But I tilted my head up, put my shoulders back, and moved. One step. Then another. Up the stairs. Onto the dais. Forward, slowly. I paused, just beyond his immediate reach. Not that it was anything like real safety. I stared. Shaking. Knowing I was shaking and unable to stop.

He sat splayed. Reclined and leaning against his fist, robes rich and arranged just so. The very picture of indolent decadence. It was deceptive. I KNEW it was. A trap. But to get too him... I had to step closer. My eyes moved from the splay of his legs back up to his face. His smirk had grown teeth. I... I refused to run. I would finish this.

I stepped forward. Between his long legs, feeling distinctly like I was balanced over a bear trap, and lifted the dagger. I refused to hesitate. Wait to see if he changed his mind. I slammed it forward. Right through his heart. Glaring, as I looked him right in the eyes. The blade HISSED. Like acid meeting stone.

He laughed.

Grin full of unhinged glee, a vice in the shape of a hand clamped around my wrist, and the world SPUN. I slammed against the floor, the Demon King straddling me, at the foot of his thrown. He loomed. Behind him, above me, shown a magnificent window the lit him from behind. Like a halo.

"You didn't even HESITATE. You'd rip my heart out, if you could. Wouldn't you?" He says. Almost an whisper, nearly a groan, filthy with something that terrifies me and shouldn't BE there. "I KNEW I sensed something. KNEW you were out there."

I desperately try to push the knife deeper. Use everything I can to... to just-!

All I want... All I NEED? Is to see it come out the fucking OTHER SIDE. Please. Gods, PLEASE! End this! I'm gritting my teeth. Snarling. This BASTARD. I HATE him! I HATE HIM!

"Ah~ That's it, little one." He groans. Not even bothering to hide that he's apparently getting off on this. I'll kill him. I'll FUCKING KILL HIM! "Good~, that's right. Just like that. Give IN~♡ I'll take SUCH good care of you. I've always wanted a little pet. Focus it all on me. Give it ALL to me~"

My brain feels like it's on fire. My lungs filled with ash and flame. I hate. I hate and hate and HATE! I can't think. Something is... wrong? Wrong! The blade hurts to hold. Like it's rejecting me. No. NO! I HAVE TO KILL HIM! I may not be the Chosen One but-!

It finally becomes too much. The pain of holding the blade out weighing my hate. It's like ACID. My hand spasming away like I was trying to touch a hot stove. My palm is an ugly red. Wounded.

In one fluid movement, my wrist is released, the blade pulled free, tossed aside, and my wrist recaptured, before I can claw his fucking eyes out. I grit my teeth. Fangs grinding togeth-... wait.... what?

I stare at my hand.

At the black talon like nails where normal nails were, just this morning. And feel... horror. My... my teeth feel weird. My eyes hurt. Sides of my head too.

"Got you~"

He throws his head back in a triumphant laugh. The sound echoing like a nightmare. Even as I watch, the pigment of my skin is changing. Draining away to something even. Something almost too pale. Unnatural.

"I'm so glad you've decided to join me, darling." My hands are slammed down on either side of my head. His face inches from my. Eyes burning with something terrible. "I haven't had a bride in SO long~ following your progress has been FASCINATING. And now! Oh little thing, I get to KEEP you all to myself. Make you GOOD for me. Learn every inch of you. You should be excited, darling~"

"I'm going to make you a Queen."

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romana-after-dark · 16 days ago

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Marc Spector x Sucubus!Reader Ft. Khonshu

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Summary: You are a sucubus, and tonight you've come to visit one of your favorite toys, Marc Spector. Tonight, however, you have a visitor...

Warnings: Sucubus reader so reader is DARK! This fic is DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Marc is alseep the entire time so non con somno, Khonshu watches and is grossly possesive over/thinks he owns Marc's body. Dirty talk, general non con themes.

Moon Knight divider by @sister-lucifer

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Beta'd by @boredzillenial

1.3k words

A/N: This is my first writing Marc Spector in almost a year I think! Moon Knight for longer than that! I'm happy to see my baby again <3

He was really fucking pretty.

Maybe that’s why he was your favorite, maybe that’s why you came back to him again and again.

Marc Spector was your favorite to be sure, a young man still youthful, maybe around 25, and you’d been visiting him for maybe 2 years now. He was handsome, an absolute cutie with dark curls, tan skin and strong build. Even in his youth, he was built thickly, even if a bit short. Standing at 5’8. He wasn’t much shorter than global average, but he was definitely average height for Latino and Sephardic men.

But his cock… god, that’s one of his biggest draws. Sure the rest was fantastic; Marc was absolutely flawless, a sleeping beauty below you, but it was his cock stuffed inside you that brought you to ecstasy. The 9 inches was delightful, reaching deep inside your core so well you could feel him kiss your cervix at the right angle. But god, the thickness… the way he split you open, the way you felt so full as you sank down on his length, crammed up inside you as you cum hard around him, Marc’s eyes fluttering when he came inside you but never awakening.

Tonight was a little different, however. Tonight you had company.

Naked and dripping for him already, you grind your naked cunt over Marc’s grey sweat, getting him hard and aching. You could see his breathing increase with the rise and fall of his chest laid bare like he knew you were coming. Like he was whoring himself out for you, and you alone. But you weren’t alone, were you?

“Come to watch, have you?” You speak, not looking away from Marc’s slightly parted lips, but speaking to the being in the corner.

“I wasn’t aware you could see me, little one.”

You chuckle. You knew who he was, but he didn’t know you. Of course not. Succubi, while somewhat rare, were not unheard of and there was no reason for him to know you.

But you knew who he was.

“I can see all the Gods and beings of our realm, Khonshu” You smile as you turn to the man in his skeleton-bird form, grinding down hard on Marc’s bulge and humming in contentment.

He makes no sound, simply nodding. “And you’re a succubus, I am?”

“I am. This here,” You pat Marc’s chest. “Is my favorite toy. The question is, why are you here? Just came to watch? I won’t object.” You give him a teasing smirk, but see nothing in return.

“I am the owner of this body.”

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise as you continue to dry hump Marc’s sleeping form. Was he mad you were using ‘his’ body? “Oh?”

“And I come to summon him, only to find a stranger using my avatar.”

Ah, an avatar. No wonder Marc was so lean, so muscled and strong. “And were you summoning him to use him like I am?”

He chuckles. “Hardly, although I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind. No, Marc is my knight. It seems you also have plans for him.”

“Ohhhh yesss, I do.” You’re approaching an orgasm, and you haven’t even taken out his cock yet. “So many plans… Khonshu… the question is, are you going to let me use your little toy?”

Khonshu cocks his head to the side. “Only if I get to watch.”

5 minutes later, Marc’s cock was drilling your insides as you bounced on him, hands planted firmly on his chest with Khonshu watching you. He remains clothed, rubbing himself slowly underneath his crisp pressed pants (he changed from his robes for the occasion, into a nice suit.).

“How’s the view?” You tease him, your cunt leaking from your first orgasm all around Marc's supple hips.

“Simply sublime.” Khonshu’s voice booms through the room.

“Me?” Leaning down, you kiss into Marc’s neck, taking a nibble before side-eyeing back to Khonshu in the corner. “Or him?”

“Both”

Marc lightly snored, and you look over to watch the sweet man’s nostrils flare, so unaware of what is happening, so unaware he’s being used a sex doll for one, and porn for another.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You’re pussy clenches around Marc’s cock as you bounce, enthralled by the inherent eroticism of it all, the treatment of Marc’s body as a thing to be rented out. You run your hands over his chest, feeling his warmth, his sweat, his tensing, aching body responding to you like the goodest good boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of defiling. “He feels so goddamn good, Khonshu.”

“How deep is he inside you?” He asks, still lazily leaning back but the touches over his clothed cock taking on a speedier edge.

“You can feel for yourself.”

Khonshu reiterates, his voice much firmer now. “How deep, little one?”

You place your hand on your stomach, right where you can feel him piercing your womb. “He’s so deep…” you whine, drenching Marc’s thighs with your slick. He deserved this, deserved to have his fat cock drained, balls emptied inside a beautiful woman. Too bad Marc would never be awake to see it.

But Khonshu is, and isn’t that the next best thing? The owner of the body, watching and getting off to his varlet being abused in his sleep. Well, you wouldn’t exactly call it abuse… Marc sure seemed to be enjoying it.

Little whimpers leave his lips, and when you reach back behind yourself, you can feel his balls tightening.

“He’s about to cum, Khonshu…” You bounce on him with renewed fervor, your stomach flipping at the thought of being filled again by his hot, sticky warmth. Fuck, he was splitting you open, your body impailed on the young man as his length is fed inside you. “Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside me?”

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” His voice was breathy, breaking down just a little, losing a modicum of self control. “Let me cum inside, let my vessel fill your womb with my seed.”

“FUCK!” Your orgasm is crashing, screaming, clawing and kicking out of you, your body shaking with delight and milking out Marc’s as he fills you up. Rope after rope, your fluids mix in an unholy matrimony, cum trickling down his legs as your cum overflows to stain his sheets. You can’t even lament what was lost, the virile young man continuing to claim you with his cum, with Khonshu's cum, and you can feel it where his cut tip kisses your womb.

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

His body, tight and lightly muscled, is tense, his mouth lightly parted as little moans escape his lips. His tits flex with the intensity, eyebrows knitted together as the final spurts fill your stomach, causing you to bulge. You’ve never felt him cum like this before, and you suspect the extra seed was Khonshu’s doing. As Marc’s hips stutter a final time, he sighs a little out of his lips, a name, not yours, whispered on his tongue.

“Layla…”

You don’t want to move. On top of Marc’s now-relaxed body, you enjoy feeling him so calm, so rested, so beautiful, even if he was thinking of some woman.

“He met a girl.” Khonshu stands. Any mess he made is gone, but you can tell by the light panting that the skeleton bird had cum too. “Kill her father a few years ago. She doesn’t know that yet, but it seems they’ve begun an affair of sorts. Doesn’t matter.” Khonshu says with resolve. “That will fall apart too, just like everything else in his life. He’ll soon learn I’m all he needs.”

You huff a laugh. Khonshu’s self importance was well known in the shadow realm, but this was none of your business. You were off to carry out your night, ready to knock some girl up with Marc’s cum. You give the young man a little kiss on the cheek.

“Until next time, Spector.”

Thank you so so so so much for reading!

I really hope you all enjoyed it, I wanted to explore Khonshu's possesive feelings towards the body. I explored this a little in Your Very Being which is Jake x khonshu and i feel takes place after this.

Again, thank you!

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pandasleepy07 · 1 month ago

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Cruel Irony // Part II

Pairing | Chain x Reader

⚠️ Warnings | Chained ghoul, broken familial bond

Wordcount | 2.8 K

Chapter Summary: Pulled to the catacombs, by a song, you spend the night outside a cold cell and learn that secrets are being kept, while brothers turn their backs.

A/N: It's my headcannon that Chain's name is Liam, and I've agreed with @ourfatherwhoartinhell hc of Cowbell being called Felix, so those names are used throughout the story.

Chain’s surprised when you don’t stumble back upon seeing him. He knows he’s not a pretty sight, and the chains holding him to that blasted anchor in the corner aren’t inviting in the slightest. So when you step forward, reaching up and placing your hand on the cool metal bars, your fingers wrapping around the iron, he tilts his head. Few have knowingly gotten closer. Ah, but maybe that was it. She hadn’t been told. She hadn’t been twisted.

You cock your head to the side, studying him silently. It takes a minute for the question to sink in. His voice was the same gravely timber you heard singing that song.

“Ghoul?” he rumbles. Rat scatter around him, running up his arm, and seating themselves on his arms and shoulders. They cock their head just like you do. Mirroring. Mocking.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“You’re alright.”

You take a breath watching the rats. His hand reaches up, gently scratching the head of the smallest one.

“The song.”

“Hmmm?”

“It was the song you were singing,” you try again. “It…” You trail off trying to find the right word. “Tugged? Me down here.”

His lips crack from their stoicism, his lips twitching up into a rare smirk and he starts singing again. “Spooky, scary skeletons, send shivers down your spine.”

His voice is like a soothing balm, and you sink down to the floor, the cool stone, waking you up a bit. The small rat scurries down his arm, and towards you, sliding through the metal bars easily. It stops by your knee and you slowly put your hand down, the move hesitant. It wouldn’t hurt you, right? Copia wouldn’t sing about rats and love them so much if it would hurt you. Your finger gently pets its head. It squeaks and almost nuzzles into your touch, which makes you smile. You can feel him watching but you don’t look up. Your body begins to relax and your eyes droop, exhaustion finally catching up to you. His voice is soothing, a siren's lull, pulling you under the spell.

Chain keeps singing, a smile in his voice as he watches you slump over. Another rat scampers off his shoulder and nuzzles up to you. He pulls his cloak off and balls it up, shifting. He glares at the chains when they clank against each other and freezes, his voice faltering for a second, as he checks to make sure it didn’t disrupt you. Yet you slump to the ground completely, dozing off as you curl up. The cold floor no longer bothers you. He reaches through the bars to lift your head up gently and slides the balled-up cloak underneath, a makeshift pillow. He never stops singing and sings the song twice more to ensure you’re sleeping soundly before settling back against the wall.

Moonlight seeps in through a small crack in the wall near the ceiling. Chain shifts so that he’s lying on the ground where the moonlight splays across his face. His own eyes close and he silently thanks Cowbell. His brother had been the one who had snuck onto the ministry property after he had been banished to the forest. Maybe sister had been smart to keep the two apart, hidden between the choice she gave Felix. A choice that everyone knew he’d never choose the catacombs. A choice that had stolen any shred of humanity the ghoul had had. Felix had snuck onto the property one night and followed the unbreakable bond that connected him to Chain. He had found the water ghoul chained up in the catacombs and nearly lost it. It took a while but Chain had managed to talk him out of going after the sister, and instead, Cowbell had sat down, found the tiny crack and dug around it, letting the moonlight that Chain loved so much, into his cell.

Soon that moonlight turned into sunlight and Chain shifted reaching a hand out to gently shake you awake. You wake with a start, gasping as you bolt upright, grabbing onto his hand on instinct.

“Easy, little one,” the ghoul rumbles.

You take a few steading breaths as memories from last night come rushing back in a blur. You let go of his hand, glancing down at it as you scramble to your feet. You catch sight of smeared black marker on his pale skin. Skeletal hand. Bones. Fingers. Long fingers.

“You should go little one,” the ghoul rumbles. “Before anyone realizes you're not in your den.”

You blink, remembering that you'd snuck down here, the night before. “Yeah… thats a good idea…” you mumble, lifting a hand to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

He smirks a bit. Cute. The word echoes through your head but you pay it no mind. Instead turning to start back up to the Abbey. You pause after a few steps and turn around to look at him once more. “What's your name?”

He hums, an amused smile on his face. “You can call me Liam.” The name feels weird on his tongue. No one had called him that in years. Not since the last time Felix had at least.

A small smile graces your lips. “Liam,” you repeat, testing the words on your lips. It's smooth and easy. “I'm Y/N.”

He nods slightly. A nod like the ones in that movie Cumulus and Cirrus had made you watch. What was it called again? Pride and Prejudice. A respectful greeting nod.

You hover for a moment, watching as he pulls a marker out and starts to fix the drawn-on skeleton outline on his hand. “Do you always draw that?”

He nods. “As bothersome as retracing it is, I do.”

You hum softly, before taking a step back, your mind going a mile a minute as you wake up more. You turn, heading back up towards the Abbey and Chain watches you go, a small, barely noticeable smile on his face.

You hurry down the halls of the catacombs, and rush up the steps, slowly pushing open the door, sticking your head out to make sure that no one was in the common room. When you can’t see anyone, you slip out and carefully slide the wall shut, taking care not to make too much noise. You pause in the middle of the room, ear flickering when someone walks into the kitchen. You freeze up and glance around the room. A basket of blankets catches your eye, and you grab one, wrapping it around yourself and curling up on the couch.

A moment later, Sunshine walks in, a cup of coffee steaming in her hands. Her face softens when she spots you on the couch. “Y/N?” she calls out softly.

A soft hum leaves your lips in response.

“Y’alright?”

“Yeah…” It’s a lie that easily falls from your lips. You were okay in the catacombs. You were okay around Liam. But being up on the main floor? Something was wrong. Something was missing.

She studies you for a long minute. “Come on, let’s get you back up to the den… Don’t want your brother to smell you like this.”

Your brows furrowed, but you allow the older ghoulette to pull you up and guide you through the halls, back to your den. There you’re gently shoved towards the shower instructed to wash his scent off of you before Mountain sees you. Confusion clouds your system. You can’t catch a different scent on you but you follow Sunshine’s instructions.

“Want to tell me what you were doing in the catacombs?” Sunshine asks. You’re sitting on the floor in front of her as she combs the knots out of your hair. “And why did you smelt like Chain?”

“Who’s Chain?”

Sunshine’s hand falters for a moment before she resumes. “Chain’s the only ghoul in the catacombs… He wears a long black robe, has a chain wrapped around his waist and normally has drawn-on bones on his hand… Y’know, the devil's bodyguard?”

Your brow furrows. That wasn’t the name he gave. You’ve heard stories of the devil’s men, two whom he made himself. A set of brothers. But those stories were a distant memory, something that you’d only heard in the pit, and even then they weren’t stories told often. ”Why’s he down there?”

Sunshine winces. “Not my story to tell. Now tell me why were you down there?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “Couldn’t sleep… I heard him singing…”

“Spooky Scary Skeletons?” There's a hint of a smile in her voice.

A giggle falls from your lips. “Yeah…”

“It’s always been his favourite song. Ironic really. Who would have guessed this big scary ghoul would like just a silly song?”

“Do you know him?”

“Not well… I’ve met him a few times. But he wasn’t very talkative, and I was down there doing something for sister imperator. She was the one who locked him up down there, so I don’t blame him for his silence. But you, you shouldn’t go down there. If Mountain finds out…”

Your ears flicker at that sliver of knowledge. Mountain wouldn’t like it. “Why? Why would Mountain flip out?”

“He’s not Chain’s biggest fan.”

“Why?”

“They have a history, but again it’s not my story to tell,” Sunshine sighs.

You grumble under your breath and Sunshine huffs out a breath of laughter, “Come on, you curious kitten. Let’s get you food.”

You smile softly and follow Sunshine back downstairs, your mind clouded with questions. Why did he give me a different name? Why is he down there? Chained to an anchor no less. Why does Mountain dislike him? Why shouldn’t I go back?

The morning passes in a blur, and you find yourself stuck out with Mountain in his greenhouse, helping him. Your knee bounces as you sit on a stool, replanting some plants. Your head snaps towards any sounds you hear.

“Y/N?” Mountain calls from a few rows over.

You jump in your seat and turn to look at your older brother.

“You’re jumpy today, why don’t you head on back? Don’t want you dropping another one of the pots Cumulus made me.”

A broken pot lies on the floor two feet from you. Your gaze flicks to it and you wince, standing up. “I said sorry.” Your voice is hardly loud enough to even be a whisper, as you start towards the door. He had yelled at you for knocking it over not even half an hour ago and took over the task, telling you to just prepare the plants for repotting.

The rest of the day was spent avoiding Mountain who’s temper was short with you. He’d come in when the rain started, sitting in the common room. You had been invited to join the rest of the ghouls for a movie but had stopped in the doorway when your gaze fell on your brother. He had Rain on his lap, talking softly, gently with the water ghoul. A tone that he’d once used with you but now never did. Your blood ran cold, and standing there, you realized that he’d moved on. You may be blood relatives but he had a different family here. One you weren’t a part of. Your bond was gone. Replaced by the pack bond, something that hadn’t quite snapped into place for you yet.

You stand there for a minute, then Swiss slips past you, heading into the common room, after giving you a grin. He makes a beeline for Mountain, sitting on the arm of the chair, his tail wrapping around Mountain’s bicep as he leans down and murmurs something in Mountain’s ear. You watch as Mountain wraps an arm around his waist. He turns his hand, and your eyes meet, but when they do you watch the warmness seep from your brother's eyes, as he stares at you with cold indifference. That’s all it takes for you to take a step back, your heart breaking, as you slip off into the shadows, tears welling in your eyes.

You stumble into the hall as the whole Abbey shakes. You haven’t been here long enough to know that earthquakes aren’t a normal occurrence topside, even when they are in the pit. You can faintly hear an animalistic cry but the noise in your head is too loud to think much of it.

In the catacombs, Chain feels a rip in his soul, it's painful, searing like a piece of him broke off. He struggles against his chains, letting out a cry as he tries to break free, shaking the foundation of the Abbey itself. Something’s wrong. He knows it is, he just doesn’t know what. He falls to his knees after a minute, chest heaving, and his own heart twisting in his chest.

Upstairs, you stumble past Primo’s office as the ground shakes, and the old papa steps out just as you’re passing, and reaches out, gently steading you. “Careful my dear.”

You startle at the suddenity of the first Papa’s appearance. “Oh, thank you, Papa.”

He studies you for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. “You look like you could use some fresh air. Why don’t you walk with me?”

You hesitate slightly but with a glance over your shoulder in the direction of the common room. You can faintly hear the laughter and chatter coming from the other ghouls. You glance back up at Primo, and nod, settling on the idea of going out without the other ghouls. You haven’t spoken to Primo much, but out of the few sermons you’ve been to, his was your favourite. He has a gentle energy about him that soothes you. Something about the Era I ghouls has a soothing quality. You can’t place why but it was apparent when you were being checked by Omega after being summoned.

You fall into step beside Primo and walk with him silently. It’s only once you’re out in the garden that the Papa breaks the silence. “You’ve got questions, haven’t you dear?”

Your step falters in surprise. No one else had picked up on it until now. “A few,” you admit quietly.

“Questions you don’t feel comfortable asking the ghouls,” he muses.

“Sunshine shut me down when I tried to ask more. She said it wasn’t her story to tell,” I mumble, rubbing my face. “It’s hard to feel comfortable when they’re hiding things from me.”

“And you’ve already found something you weren’t supposed to, didn’t you?”

“The catacombs.” It comes out like a whisper. Your subconscious is screaming at you not to talk about it.

“Ah,” Primo nods. “You’ve found my water ghoul.”

You bite your lip and nod.

“Only three people know exactly what happened,” Primo explains quietly. “Chain, Cowbell, and Mountain. Yet their stories will vary for they know different truths.”

“Helpful,” you mutter, the sarcasm not lost on the older Papa.

He hums in agreement. “Perhaps not, but people only see what they believe.”

“And what do you believe?”

Primo continues walking, hands clasped behind his back. “I believe you should follow your heart, my dear.” He pauses for a minute, letting his words sink in. “Seek and you may find, but it may not be what you wanted to find.”

“And where do I start?”

“That’s up to you to decide.”

“What would you suggest?”

“Seek out a place of balance, where you can listen to the whispers of both virtue and vice, without the weight of judgment clouding your heart. Embrace the duality, for in understanding both the light and the shadow, we find true wisdom.”

You blow out a puff of air. “Great a riddle.”

He chuckles. “You’ll figure it out, dear. You’re wiser than you think.”

"Venture into the depths of the forest, where the ancient trees hold secrets and the whispers of nature guide you. In the embrace of the wild, you may discover the answers you seek, hidden among the shadows and light."

You pause and study the first Papa in the center of the rose garden. The words ringing inside your mind. The forest. You glance up at the Abbey and the common room. Figures can be made out in the windows, shadows dancing across the room as they all settle in. “The forest?” You murmur, turning your head to glance at the woods that sit on the edge of the ministry's property. When you turn to look at Primo for confirmation you find he’s already slipped off.

For someone so old, he sure can move quick.

You sigh and start working your way out of the garden. Only when you get close to the abbey, the laughter and conversation drifts out of the common room, making you stop in your tracks. Maybe the forest wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You’re an earth ghoul, what’s the worst that can happen?

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Thought Week: Papyrus

Ahh, Papyrus... I'm not surprised that he was in the top 3. Honestly, I thought he would be number 1, but hey! Life can surprise you!

My honest thoughts about this amazing skeleton below:

(BTW, if you have anything to say about Papyrus, please share your own thoughts in the notes!)

First Impressions

The first time I remembered encountering Papyrus was in Minecraft animated music videos, funnily enough. And it wasn't even me watching them! It was my little sister, who was about 8 at the time? I think it was during lockdown, actually... Anyhoo, they were music videos of Undertale fan songs like "Down To The Bone" and "Way Deeper Down". Papyrus just seemed like a goofy goober who wants to capture a human, you know the drill. He was pleasant.

Those music videos set the stage for my special interest in Undertale, and when I got into the fandom, Papyrus was the very first character I latched onto. He was just adorable, being so egotistical and silly while also being so darn kind. Although back then, I only had a surface-level understanding of Papyrus, I still found that I related to him on a personal level. His hyperactive energy and deep desire for friendship just hit me because I have those traits as well. I remember searching for Papyrus fanfic after Papyrus fanfic, I just wanted to read about him, see him, etc. all the time! He ended up becoming my favourite character, and he still is to this day, although nowadays, he shares the top spot with Sans, who I will cover tomorrow.

My Impressions Now

He's still my favourite, but he shares the top spot with Sans. It just doesn't feel right having one without the other, you know?

Being in the fandom made me realise a few things about Papyrus that aren't noticeable at first glance. But I'm sure everyone has realised how mysterious he is now, even more mysterious than Sans, actually! At least Sans gave us some hints! Papyrus gave us zilch!

But I'm not mad about that. If anything, it makes him more appealing to me. Why? Because it's flexible. That's one of the main reasons why I love Papyrus. He's mysterious enough that you can take creative liberties in his (and Sans') backstory. And that's what I've seen the fandom do, all the time! Remember Handplates? Babybones? The Dadster comics? All of those AUs were made by creators who took liberty in his mysterious nature and filled in the gaps of his mysterious past. And I love it. I do it too. It's fun to think about. And to be honest, I hope the brothers' backstory never gets revealed in canon. Not in full, anyway. I dunno, I just feel like some of their appeal would be lost, to be honest. I like that they're so mysterious.

He's still by far the most relatable character to me though. That's the reason why I enjoy writing him so much. It might just be because of his autism swag, though. I remember reading this post about Papyrus being autistic pretty early on during my time in the fandom, and I've pretty much been subscribed to it ever since. It just makes way too much sense to me I can't!

Also, I just wanna bring this up.

PAPYRUS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PAPYRUS.

Ah, he was probably being sarcastic.

Hell, I love his sarcasm! That's one of my favourite things about him actually! He's WITTY! He's SARCASTIC! And NO ONE FREAKING NOTICES!

That's just way too relatable to me, as a tone-deaf (but not when it comes to singing) autistic person who is frequently misunderstood because sometimes my tone sounds sarcastic when I really wasn't trying to be and sounds sincere when I was actually trying to be sarcastic. I wonder if Papyrus legitimately has that problem too, and just goes with it, or if I'm just projecting because I relate to him that much.

I really love this exchange because it highlights that aspect of him.

(I found this on a website that listed all of Papyrus' phone calls. And Undyne too, I guess.)

I lost track of how many times I've had to clarify what tone I meant to convey because people kept misunderstanding me. It's like being on the Internet, but in real life lol. (Okay, it's more like being on Twitter, but I don't have Twitter, and no, I will never stop calling it Twitter!)

I also just enjoy Papyrus' goofy nature in general. He has always been such a fun character, and his date is hilarious! I love this man and his autistic little antics so much! Do you think he'd like it if we all came together and met him in real life? Because considering his desire for popularity, I think that would be something Papyrus would definitely get behind! Personally, I would give him a hug.

The Mascot of Monsters!

Have you guys ever noticed how Toby Fox seems to really lean towards Papyrus in content outside of Undertale? Heck, even IN Undertale?!

Think about it. Who gets the special song in the kickstarter? Papyrus. Who gets the interview in the newsletter? Papyrus. Who does Toby Fox's avatar character set its sights on and targets the most? You guessed it! Alphys!

...Oh, wait no, it's Papyrus.

It makes me wonder what Toby Fox is planning with him. Unless Papyrus is just his favourite, which is understandable.

Seriously, though, besides the narrator, Papyrus gets the most lines in the game! I mean, cut your favouritism back a little bit, alright, guy? /j

I could theorise about this if I wanted to, but I'm just gonna do something different instead.

Papyrus is certainly the best mascot, lol!

The Narrative

At first glance, Papyrus doesn't seem to be that important to the narrative besides being the second boss. But as I've explained before, he's kind of the reason why the merciful ending even exists? To be brief, befriending him means you can befriend Undyne, and befriending Undyne means she will join Papyrus in the phone calls, which means Papyrus could convince her to make that love letter to Alphys, which means you can befriend Alphys, which means you get to see the True Lab (sharp inhale), and also he's the one who rounded everyone up and brought them to the castle, which meant that Flowey could complete his plan and- Well, you get the gist. Papyrus is the reason the best ending is possible.

I should also mention that Papyrus is literally the embodiment of the concept of MERCY in general. I wouldn't call him a pacifist. Not by a long shot. But he IS merciful. He literally does a variant of the same thing you do when you beat monsters up until they're at low health and then you spare them. He LITERALLY does that to you.

And then there's the more pacifistic approach in the murder route that everyone knows about. You know, the moment that solidified him as 'best boy'? The moment that genuinely made hundreds of people quit murdering everyone because he was just THAT kind?!

He basically teaches us mercy in the world of Undertale. Both ways, actually. Sure, Toriel gave the verbal version of it, but Papyrus showed us what it actually looks like. And that is awesome.

Conclusion

Papyrus is my favourite, no bones about it! The first character I got attached to, and I'm still attached to this day. He'll always have a special place in my heart. Also, he's just so adorkable.

Look at his dramatic numbnuts pretending he got shot when you eat his spaghetti. Look at him go. Consider this a BONE-us.

Anyway, that's all for now! Remember, please share your thoughts about Papyrus in the notes! Replies, reblogs, whatever, as long as you get your voice out there! Well, less voice, more text, but the principle is the same!

#undertale #papyrus #thought week #my thoughts #papyrus undertale

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saisiprincessa · 3 months ago

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Hi sai ! I just wanna say I am in complete love and admiration of u and ur whole vibe and as a fellow it girl I'd love to know more about u ! So :

How's ur day to day life like ? Do you have any special skincare and workout routines u do ?

Do you have any special relationships and persons you'd like to talk about ? They can be ur family, significant others, friends , etc

How r u like ? Personality and physical appearance wise

Ur closet !!!!! U seem like ud have a good sense of style so kindly share some of ur fav fits ! I love reading about ppl's dream closets.

- oph

OMG OPH ILY, i love hearing about your thoughts and seeing your reblogs on my feed,

day in my life is pretty much school at the moment, however ive scripted that victoria secret fashion show is way bigger and way more famous, the same way people are so obsessed with football to the point of billions of fans, people are the same with victoria secret so as angels we train a lot and take our careers seriously. I’m scripting multiple halloween themed VS fashion shows (because i love halloween honestly) one of the themes will be like monsters high, but a little slutty (i’ll probably be draculaura, cleo or clawdeen) and another of the themes are icons in halloween movies, (im going to walk the runway was emily from corpse bride and have my wings made up of little fake skeletons). So i’m pretty much just training and i also need to put together some Halloween costumes for halloweekend because my fans know im gonna eat.

special people: even tho i do have my s/o (who at this stage is my man who isn’t my man lmao) my friends are so amazing

personality wise i have a lot riding on how i present myself as my family is quite prestigious, but i try my best to be down to earth although coming from wealth, id say outgoing and funny. And being one of the most beautiful women in the world people are so ready to hate so i love being kind to others, which is were i got the name “people’s princess” 💞💞

and IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT MY CLOSET, it’s eats downnnn. It’s massive and i have space for anything really, my favourite things are the pieces i get from my mums archive, she’s still very famous but she and my sisters gives me things that were gifted to her from designers for specific events

loved these questions

#desired reality #shifting diary #sai sai yaps #salem yaps #shiftblr #shifting asks #reality shifting #permashifting #manifestation

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vettelsdarling · 1 year ago

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Hello, can you please do Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz x doctor!reader? Insta AU, like they are really proud of her or something like that? Because i'm a doctor now and many people in my family bashing me for being a doctor lol. Thank you, Love.

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Lissie note… Firstly, I understood this as both drivers x reader— I hope that’s what you meant! Secondly, you should most definitely be proud of being a doctor! 4 years of med school and so much training and hard work? You’re a saint!! Thank you for the idea, it’s a really good one!!!

Few things to note:

Reader is a general surgeon

Reader is in a casual/open relationship with both Ferrari drivers

Reader is the sister of Carmen Mundt

No set time line, but there’s of course a jump in time between each post!

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Doctor!Mundt!Fem!Reader x Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Medicine and all that isn’t my scene

Here’s the playlist recommendations! For this, I recommend fluff, CS55, CL16!

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y/nmmundt Throwback to med school shenanigans🫶

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carmenmmundt Can’t believe you’ve come so far❤️❤️❤️

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charles_leclerc You’re incredible❤️

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carlossainz55 Looks Like the grape survived, no?

y/nmmundt It was a close call, but Mr. Grape survived :)

francisca.cgomes You and that skeleton have so much chemistry🥰

carlossainz55 Says who?

y/nmmundt me

user1 She’s so gorgeous WHAT😭😭😭

user2 Fav wag of them all

user3 I second that

user4 Charles and Carlos are LUCKYYYY

user5 I would literally get in accidents all the time if it meant she’d be operating on me

user6 ur so real for that

user7 fr I would do the exact same thing

user8 No bc they’re so lucky to have someone with TALENTTTT

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charles_leclerc Had some dinner before her night shift.

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y/nmmundt See you guys tomorrow❤️

carlossainz55 Have a nice shift, corazón❤️

maxverstappen1 Night shift? That’s tough.

charles_leclerc She’s tough unlike you, mate

user1 As much as I love Charles and Carlos.. I WANT HER SO BADDD

user2 Literally😭❤️

user3 Ugh she's so pretty AND she's smart?! Pleaseeeee

user4 Can someone break my leg?

user5 Felt

y/nmmundt just posted a new story

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wagsf1 When she's a doctor with style✨

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user1 Charles and Carlos are really out here living my dream

user2 Exactly😭

user3 She's so lana del rey vinyl but make it medical✨

user4 For realll

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y/nmmundt May dump🌸✨

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francisca.cgomes Okay but when are we meeting up for drinks🥂

y/nmmundt Soon enough😘

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user1 She's literally a goddess wtaf😩

user2 Right???

user3 Best wag on the paddock❤️

user4 Her and Carmen>>>

user5 Real

user6 Parents💖

user7 They're my fav on the paddock fr😭❤️

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carlossainz55 This is the woman who saves lives daily, sleeps in until the sun starts going down, and accidentally puts a shirt on backwards. @ y/nmmundt you make us prouder and prouder every day. Happy birthday❤️❤️❤️

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y/nmmundt 💗💗💗

charles_leclerc We're really proud of you❤️

y/nmmundt Thank you❤️

francisca.cgomes My pretty best friend💖

y/nmmundt YOU are MY pretty best friend💕

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

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simplegenius042 · 6 months ago

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Music Monday

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @voidika @socially-awkward-skeleton @shellibisshe @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @imogenkol @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @noodlecupcakes + anyone else who'd like to join.

Songs for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and Wings And Horns respectively. You can find the songs below the cut:

Elsa Omar is Silva's younger sister, they both managed to escape to America together along with an infant Persephone, where Elsa would have quite the reputation in Hope County, but they'd have around two or three years of peace before Elsa perishes in an accident. Ezekiel is Thomas Rush's future Captain in Security in Old Dusk, and has a rebel attitude towards authority he does not respect. However, back on the Archipiélagos, Elsa was the damsel-in-relative-distress lying and manipulating her piece of shit father as she shared info with the local rebellion about the Congregation's patrols and whatnot, while Ezekiel was an orphaned Tumultite street kid who looked up to the likes of Alvarich and Paul, despite being very anti-authoritarian in general. When these two first met... they hated each other. But hate turned to grudging respect. Respect turned to horrified crushing. Crush turned into deflecting by flirting. And that annoyed everyone else. Even 26 years after he last saw her alive, Ezekiel still yearns for his star-crossed love. And I think this song definitely describes how much their connection may as well have been fated, even if it was for a short time.

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"I don't mean to be so uptight But my heart's been hurt a couple times By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna lie 'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe." "Whoa, hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see."

"If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby if it's meant to be

So come on, ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So come on, ride with me, ride with me Baby if it's meant to be."

"Maybe we do." "Maybe we don't." "Maybe we will Maybe we won't.

But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be ("Sing it baby")* If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be ("Come on") Baby, just let it be." ("Let's go!")

[*Changed the word to "baby" instead of leaving it as "Bebe"]

Cecil Royce is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, conceived after a drunk night of hate sex. Cecil, unlike her cousins, does not hold any admiration towards her father. Throughout The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones, Cecil is particularly hostile towards Daemon, and pretty much rejects the Targaryen name and practices in favour of her mother's. Though after the "accidental" death of her mother, she is put underneath Daemon's care... and he honestly tries his best. Through many trials, and many errors, as well as very slow-paced bonding experiences and the apparent mutual agreement that Rhaenyra should be heir to the Iron Throne, they manage to get along, and find in themselves an actual father-daughter bond suited for two rogue Targaryens. Until of course Cecil learns from him that he murdered her mother... and unlike Daemon, Cecil actually loved and looked up to Rhea. A bond fractures and there's just this uneasiness between them that stays long after the first fic ends and the second fic begins. How does "Summertime Sadness" fit into all of this? While the song itself is a yearning for the loss of a lover, here the context is Cecil's conflicted grief and yearning after the loss of Daemon, when he buys her time to fight the Court King, where he is knowingly severely outmatched and slain in the encounter. Despite the fractures in their relationship, Cecil can't really get over the fact that, while Daemon was no where close to perfect, he was her father, and the bond they had combined with the sacrifice he made is something can't help but grieve over.

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"Oh, my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere Nothin' scares me anymore (One, two, three, four)

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That, baby, you the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh

Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the mornin' sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive, drive, drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh."

Wouldn't It Be Nice if Metatron and Xiang could just sit down and get along for a few moments while looking past their species prejudices and work on agreeing that something needs to be done about the Soulmate System, because it's definitely malfunctioning? Said by Azriel and Jezebel as they "fight" while their caretakers are getting deep into that steel on steel, sword on bullet action.

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"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong?

You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? After having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through

But happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Oh, wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true And, baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do Oh, we could be married (Oh, we could be married) And then we'd be happy (And then we'd be happy) Oh, wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it It only makes it worse to live without it But let's talk about it Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby!"

#music monday #series: the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #wip: silva's hope #wip: old dusk #oc: elsa omar #oc: ezekiel #ship: elsa omar x ezekiel #series: life despair & monsters #house of the dragon #wip: the thorned crown of iron thrones #oc: cecil royce #daemon targaryen #i'll admit. I hate daemon. as a character i love to hate at least #don't get me wrong! phenomenal performance by matt smith #a really compelling and complex character with an ambiguous morality overall #and yes his actions towards rhaenyra does make sense in the context of the setting and plot of the show #however i don't fuck with groomers. so for that reason i'm calling daemon a whiny bitch for that and killing rhea.#in spite of this though i'm not salty enough to demonize his character to unrecognisable preportions #i'm too much of a perfectionist to do that #you have nothing to fear daemon stans. daemon's in good hands. I will write him as close to beloved canon as possible.#wip: wings and horns #oc: archangel metatron #oc: azriel omar #oc: xiang ba'al #oc: jezebel ba'al

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ghastlyvampire · 7 months ago

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Large 1 am thought dump about the ghovie under the cut (contains spoilers) (it really is large and pretty disorganized and a bit random)

(I rewrote this at 8 am ☝️)

The theater was PACKED!! The session I went to was almost fully sold out. There were cosplayers where I went too, it was great. No merch available unfortunately, but hey I didn't even expect it to show in my country so I'm very pleased.

(downside: no popcorn because if we tried to get popcorn we would have been late. The popcorn line basically took over the cinema's entry hall. The ghovie coincided with a bunch of parents taking their kids to see inside out which made for a funny mix at the waiting line).

I basically didn't know anything about what to expect but it was so cool. I'M JUST SAD I COULDN'T GET THE LAST QR CODE IN TIME SIGH BUT IT'S OKAY!!

I went with my dad and he loved it. This is the first movie we watched in a theater that he somehow didn't fall asleep in the middle of LOL.

The downside: as usual, sexual innuendos were a bit awkward to witness when your father is sitting right next to you. That didn't stop me from enjoying anything though dkkskfkdk

I kind of wish the people in my session had been more... Idk I mean it was basically a concert right!! I was expecting more singing and stuff. I normally hate loudness but in these contexts I really like it, but judging by the wait line we were all nerds so it makes sense why no one was extroverted enough for that.

(We did all laugh sometimes and also everyone groaned at the cliffhanger which was funny) (twice, once when the screen turned black and then when the lights of the theater turned back on) (everyone waited)

I did unfortunately also conclude that there's like a 90% chance that I could not ever actually go to a Ghost concert (or most big concerts) because of the lights* 🥹 (autism). I just looked away whenever it got too much but I was also kind of transfixed but regardless I had fun.

*well, really thinking about it I would probably already be overwhelmed just by being in that big of a crowd. Then having to listen to it scream the whole time would have probably kill me so there's that

I got so scared that Copia was going to die at the end. My heart was beating so fast nearing the end and when the balloon thing start I was like It's Over. Then it wasn't!

(In my heart I kind of knew Tobias wasn't going to do that because we are all very attached to him at this point and I would imagine he is too)

THE SKELETONS WERE SO SILLY I LOVED THEM

The Mary On a Cross animation made me very happy

The costume changes were so cool to witness and I really liked Papa's (or Fráter's now, I guess hehe) little boxer outfit.

Someone brought their baby AND THE BABY DIDN'T CRY OR SCREAM ONCE! Idk how their mom did it since I'm sure they couldn't have been sleeping but maybe they were raised with Ghost so they were just as hooked into the movie as the rest of us.

Oughhh ouch now I'm craving cinema popcorn so bad I wish I could have seen the movie while eating popcorn.

It was nice to get the confirmation that Copia really is Nihil and Sister's son (even though we all knew).

When they were in that box thing I thought that Nihil was going to possess him. I was expecting for him to possess him when he did the pose too for some reason.

I was like wow I will be completely normal about this I'm not even autistic about Ghost anymore. Then I sat down on the chair and immediately was fighting back tears. Apparently I can never be Normal About Things (specifically Things That I Like a Lot).

IF YOU HAVE GHOSTS!!

The new song is great

I was sad that Sister died but she's a ghost so really it's okay.

Immediate edit: THE TWIN THING ALSO YEAH THAT WAS UNEXPECTED

I might edit this later with more thoughts but I'm too sleepy to think right now. If you somehow read everything then hiiii thank you for reading my messy thoughts

Edit #2: The ghovie had no ads before it. Like at all. I was pleasantly surprised but also feel bad for the people that went into it a bit late thinking they wouldn't miss anything because the ads usually take minutes.

Edit #3: Another reason that makes me think that I'd die at a real Ghost concert is that the music is probably very loud as well, and while my brain dislikes loud music that I like less than the other loud things, it's still not immune to it. Thinking about it, it's crazy that somehow I didn't feel overwhelmed by the sounds in the ghovie once, considering that usually that happens at least once in every movie I see on the theater. Idk if it's just me or they just made it like that, but I'm VERY pleased about that too.

If you want more specific spoilers then dm me I love rambling about things I like

#rite here rite now spoilers #ghovie spoilers #the band ghost

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captain-mj · 2 years ago

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Brown Sugar Latte

Ghost ended up back at the cafe the very next day. Soap looked tired. And sad, but that was the man’s permanent state of being Ghost was coming to realize. He perked up when he saw Ghost.

“What are you trying today?”

“What do you normally drink?” Ghost smiled at him. He exaggerated it enough that it was clear even through the mask.

Soap smiled and Ghost instantly felt warmer. “Oh. Usually a brown sugar latte. Do you want to try it?”

Ghost nodded and Soap charged him, getting to work. Since the place was abandoned so early in the morning, Ghost walked along the counter so they could talk.

“So, military. What position are you?”

“Lieutenant.”

“That where you get the scars from?” Soap looked at him curiously. He had such pretty eyelashes.

Ghost shrugged. “Some. The smile scars were from my service.”

“I see.” Soap looked even more curious, but he tamped it down. Ghost was grateful.

“I was…” He could do this. Before the military, he whored around quite a bit. This was easy. Just… Just flirt with the guy. They already maybe went on a date.

Soap finished the drink but hadn’t handed it over yet. “Yes, Simon?”

Ghost flushed and apparently it was bright enough it reached the skin around his eyes, because Soap perked up.

“Love making ye all flustered. Are you always this shy?”

What the fuck. Just form words. Form. Words.

Soap smirked at him but gave him time. It didn’t feel as mocking as it would from someone else. Instead, it just felt amused.

“I was wondering how long you’ve been working here?”

Soap visibly deflated. “Ah. Uh. Since I was…” He seemed to be doing some intense math. “8 years. I started at 16 and now I own it.”

“How did that happen?” Ghost looked curious.

“Long… long story. Not very entertaining either. Trust me.”

“I think I could listen to you talk no matter how boring the story.” Good job. A lot more suave than before.”

Soap blushed. “Later. I want to know more about you, sir.”

Ghost laughed. “At ease, soldier. And not really much to know. I’m boring.”

“Covered in scars and tall. Pretty brown eyes. I really doubt you could be boring.” Soap knew all the right things to make Ghost squirm.

Ghost went to take the cup from it.

“Tell me a secret.”

“A secret?”

“Yep. Just one.”

“A secret from you or something I’ve never told anyone?”

Soap grinned. “Something none of your friends right now knows. Opens up the path to so many childhood secrets.”

Ghost had to pause and really think. He decided to pretend Jason wouldn’t know all of his childhood secrets.

“When I was little. I was really scared of skulls.” Ghost stared at him.

Soap stared at him, clearly looking at the skull mask on his face rather than him. He then glanced at the skeleton gloves. Then back at his face. “Really?”

“Yep. Terrified of them. My dad had one that brother would wear to scare me. I eventually got over it. Now, tell me one.”

Soap hummed. “I…” He fiddled with one of the rings on his hand. “I haven’t talked to my family in a 8 years. I think about them a lot, but I can’t really… They…”

“I get it.” Ghost looked at him sadly. “Maybe not your reasons why. But I definitely get how sucky it can be to no longer be able to talk to your family.”

He thought of their little graves. Five. His mom, his brother, his sister in law and his nephew. And his of course. He hadn’t bothered to buy himself a tombstone though. He just had a little placard.

Soap smiled at him. He finally handed him the drink. He went to move away and Ghost didn’t want him to.

“Have you ever heard the saying two ships in the night?”

“I have.” Soap tilted his head. “Why?”

“What would you name your ship?”

Soap hummed. “The S.S. Seal.”

“I like it. You really like seals.”

Soap laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Ghost couldn’t figure out the joke, but he smiled anyway. “Would you like to go out later?”

“Thought you would never ask, Ghostie.” Soap smiled at him. He looked so painfully soft.

Ghost’s wings twitched under his skin. That wasn’t… normal. He didn’t usually do that. “When do you get off tomorrow?”

“7.”

“You work twelve hour shifts?”

“Don’t want to hire anyone.” Soap smiled. “But I’ll see you at 7, yeah?”

Ghost nodded and look at the drink. The foam had been shaped in the form of a skull instead of a heart.

“Would’ve stuck to a heart if you would’ve told me your secret earlier.” Soap winced.

“Don’t worry. I like them now.” Ghost blushed more and then left. He texted to Koenig an apology and then talked to Jason. “What cool is happening right now?”

“Date with the barista?”

“Yep, hoping to score.”

“Hell yeah! There’s an underground concert, fair, and a bar with karaoke night.”

“The fair. What do you mean fair?”

“Oh. It’s ran by mythics, but its human friendly if your barista is human.”

“Good to know.” Ghost thought of those dart games and knew he had to do this. Soap would probably love it. He hoped. Maybe it was a bit cheesy for a first date though… “What band?”

“Sleep Token, but they’re here all week. Could get you tickets that you conveniently have?”

“You’re creepily good at being a wingman. Remind me to give you a single head pat when we see each other again.”

Jason sent back gifs of crying from happiness and Ghost ignored them. He instead went to drink his coffee. It was overly sweet, but he kinda liked it.

Ghost thought of Soap and felt his heart flutter. His wings twitched inside again. How frustrating. The man had such an effect on him. He couldn’t help but feel this pull.

Ghost switched his route to go to Jason’s instead. He didn’t want to go home.

Jason looked surprised but eager to get his one (1) head pat from Ghost. He took it with grace and promptly lit up a joint. Maybe Ghost should tell him no. Price drug tested him at random, but he knew weed wasn’t what he was looking for.

Jason held the joint out and Ghost lit it for him, blowing just a spark out so it would catch. “Your date isn’t tonight right?”

“No. Don’t worry.” Ghost took it from him and took a deep drag. He felt some of the anxiety roll off of him immediately, pretty sure half of it was the smell.

Jason leaned into him and Ghost let him. He closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth.

“Simon.” Jason whispered to him. “Don’t die on me. Yeah?”

Ghost laughed. “Not going to die on ya. Don't worry.”

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#johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john priceghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #rodolfo cod #Selkie coffeeshop au

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k0iy0 · 3 months ago

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From Dusk Till Dawn Chapter One - Dusk 0

Skeleton/undead Luffy and reader (platonic)

Slight Trafalgar x reader (maybe)

3,821 words

Modern au where Law and reader are childhood friends and Robin is your older sister. I actually wrote this before my other Law fic but I was too lazy to post it earlier. My first fic in about 10 years.

Reader has female pronouns and is a bit of a scaredy cat. Some swearing. You hyperventilate. Living characters are pre-time skip design-wise. Might be OOC. Uhhh Rosinante and Law's family are alive though they don't appear(in ch 1 at least). Not edited.

WARNING: you won't catch me updating this much, my bad

Cross posted on Ao3:

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Summary:

Original prompt: "Your archaeologist father has recently passed and his will makes you the sole owner of the skeleton of a cursed warrior king. All seems well till the king wakes up at sunset and demands his crown. Describe the adventure with you and the skeleton king on a hilarious road trip quest to finally put him to rest."

In which you find yourself in possession of a skeleton due to your recently deceased father. Having that thing in your house already gave you the creeps and your sister telling you it was cursed certainly wasn't helping.

Coming to terms with the skeleton, you find yourself sleeping peacefully in your room.

At least, until the sound of something rummaging through your fridge at 3 AM awakens you.

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The reality that your father was deceased didn’t really hit you until you find yourself staring at the ridiculously large casket in front of you. Not… Not your father’s casket - well, technically yes, it was your father’s but not the one he was currently and already buried in. No, no, you see, your dear old dad was an archaeologist who, before he passed, for some reason, had the foresight to write you as the next sole owner of - of some dead guy?? Okay, to be fair, yes, you had some(you say veery loosely because wow that’s a lotta zeros) financial inheritance amongst other things but you’d think he would give all… the ‘weird’ things to your older sister, who is also an archaeologist. To which he did, like the mummified hand of a so-called Celestial Dragon, or the Devil Fruit that once belonged to a tyrannical king long passed. Well, you supposed what you got was better than the contained Dyna Stone that you’re pretty sure is illegal to be in possession of but whatever.

You had thought about giving the corpse + coffin bundle to your sister, who would undoubtedly find a better use for it than you but had decided against it. She was already swamped with organizing your father’s assets, dealing with his investors, and just ensuring his research could continue without many setbacks. Not to mention she had organized the entirety of his funeral on her own within a day, and that’s on top of her own projects and hobbies she had to focus on. It… made you feel a little useless if you were honest. You had offered, multiple times to help, whether it was going through paperwork or physically moving but every time your sister simply waved you off with her signature smile and told you to not worry. Not because she thought you were useless or in the way, but because she wanted you to relax after your father’s passing. That and you’re pretty sure she enjoys the work, keeping herself busy.

Regardless, you find yourself in possession of some dead guy’s bones and his ivory packaging. You understand that your father had hoped you carried at least some sort of interest in archaeology, like your mother and your sister but no, it seemed the gods skipped over you when bestowing that particular interest into your family. You tried, really. You went to their excavations and research facilities when you were old enough and while something piqued your interest every so often, it just never clicked with you.

Despite this, your parents and sister never loved you any less. They would often send letters during their travels and called whenever they could get a signal as they often found themselves in rural areas. Your parents never left you wanting either; their successful after-successful excavations left them with an abundance of grants and funding - much of their earnings they sent to you and your sister, ensuring you both were well-fed and clothed. At least, until your sister graduated college and went off with your parents. She mostly sends you letters of things she’s discovered along with a trinket and a brief history lesson about said item. Most of the time they’re mildly interesting, though sometimes she’ll send things that run a shiver down your spine. Part of you thinks she does that on purpose; she had a morbid side to her sometimes, saying or doing things to freak you out.

You’re shaken out of your thoughts as you hear a familiar ringtone emitting from your phone. You blink, taking a second to process the chime ringing in your ears and the buzzing in your back pocket. Retrieving your phone, you don’t even have to look at the contact to know who it is, the custom ringtone belonging to only your older sister. You do check the time, however. You wonder briefly what your sister had to say when it was already eleven p.m. Shrugging, you tap the screen.

“Hello?” You greet, pressing the receiver to your ear.

“Apologies for the late call,” She starts. “I heard the Pirate King’s remains had been delivered and I wanted to make sure everything was going alright.” Your sister explains, and you wonder if now was the only time she could spare to call you considering it had been delivered a couple of days ago. It made you feel a bit guilty - using her downtime to worry about you. You weren’t a kid but you appreciated the thought. It was only your sister and you now, with your mother passing a few years back and your father’s funeral mere days ago. She just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You stare at the thing in question; you had the movers place it in the middle of your living room - it being the only place it could fit in your humble abode. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t afford a bigger place, but you lived alone and you didn’t feel the need to have anything extravagant. Though you suppose you could relocate to a bigger place, the housing market was kinda fucked and you should probably strike while the iron was hot. Or something like that. You also weren’t sure if your landlord would allow… human remains such as this to… well… remain here(heh heh).

“Um, yeah it’s going okay I guess,” You tilt your head in contemplation. “It’s a bit hard to uh, integrate it with my current home decor though.” You joke. She’s silent for a brief moment and you can just imagine her nodding in understanding.

“I see. That’s understandable. Let me know if there are any issues, I will see to it if so.” She stops as if mulling something over. “However, if you find yourself needing assistance with decorating your house, do not hesitate to ask. Though, I do not recommend placing the Pirate King’s remains within close proximity of the Leopard’s Paw.” She warns.

“The what now? Why?” You’re almost afraid to ask, trying to remember why it sounded so familiar.

“The Leopard’s Paw,” She repeats, and you can almost hear the wicked smile gracing her lips as she resumes speaking, her tone even and calm with a hint of mischief. “I sent it to you a while back after coming across it during one of my excavations. While it’s entirely harmless on its own, it’s still a cursed artifact.” You freeze at her words, now remembering what she was talking about.

“As I wrote in my letter,” She reminds, much to your dismay. “the owner of that paw was once known as the “Massacre Weapon,” and records indicated that he was regarded as a formidable man with incredible strength. Sadly, there isn’t much information on him aside from those tidbits. Although from what we’ve gathered thus far, we can conclude he was an agent who worked for the Old World Government; considering all records of him are from classified documentation within the OWG.” Your sister rambles, and while it was mildly interesting, you were way more concerned about the possible negative implications of the combination of the two artifacts.

“Right. And uh, why would it be unwise to place it with the skeleton..?” You stare down the King’s Retirement Box, mentally glad you had stuffed that stupid paw in the back of your bedroom closet. Gently, of course. It was silly but after your sister told you it was cursed you were slightly afraid of angering whatever was probably possessing it. Slightly. Your sister simply laughs, and to anyone else, it would sound normal, cute even. But not you. No, no, you know better. That was the laugh she makes when she’s about to tell you something she knows will freak you out.

“Robin,” You plead, taking a step back from the coffin. “Please, it’s almost midnight.” Yeah, okay, you were twenty-three and afraid of the spooky and occult, of what goes bump in the night, so what? It certainly didn’t help when your sister often told sinister tales to you during your youth, when your parents were off around the world. Okay, maybe she didn’t do it that often, but still! Not to mention how she used to use her Devil Fruit to spook you throughout the week. You take a seat on the couch, turning away from your father’s parting gift.

“It’s nothing really. Just some newly discovered records show that as opposing sides, the late Pirate King and the Massacre Weapon were often at odds with each other. The cursed energy within the Leopard’s Paw may awaken if in close contact with its owner’s sworn enemy. Not to mention the skeletal remains of the Pirate King are also said to be cursed.” Robin’s explanation causes a single, metaphorical tear to run down your cheek. She continues in your stupor. “You’ll be sure to tell me if anything occurs, yes?” She asks, almost sounding hopeful at the thought of some long-forgotten grudge reviving within your very home.

You reply meekly, slouching in your seat. The conversation shifts to a more normal casual topic as you both talk about how the past week has gone. You begin to feel more at ease as you chat, you always found her voice to be calming when she wasn’t messing with you. The chat comes to an end when Robin tells you she has to go, as she has an early flight to catch and that she might not be able to contact you for a few days. You wish each other a good night(and a peaceful flight to her) before hanging up.

Setting your phone down on the couch next to you, you stand up to stretch, a yawn escaping you. Stepping around your temporary coffee table, you make your way to the kitchen. The time on the microwave tells you it is currently a quarter to twelve, and your conversation with Robin was a bit longer than you had thought. Not that it mattered, you tended to stay up late into the night on your days off.

Humming a tune to yourself, you open the fridge, intent on whipping something up for yourself. You mull over what to cook, eyeing the fridge and pantry as you rummage through your mental cookbook. You decide on something simple - eggs on toast. Placing the sliced bread in the toaster, you get started on the eggs: heating the pan, melting the butter, and cracking two eggs into the pan. You briefly debate overeasy verus sunny side before just flipping the eggs. Overeasy it is. You take out the maple butter you made the other day and spread a bit of it over the finished toast. Reaching for your spice rack, you season the eggs just the way you like it; which happens to be the way your mother made them, though yours could never come close to her cooking. Sliding the eggs onto the toast, you make your way to the counter next to the sink, content to just stand and eat. You could feel your stomach rumble as you pick up a slice of toast.

Before eggs on toast could meet your lips, you hear a loud growling sound. You pause, slowly lowering the toast, frowning. It... almost sounded as if the noise came from in front of you in the living room but there was nothing?? You scan the open area from behind the counter, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Your eyes linger on the box containing the Pirate King’s remains. Not wanting to entertain the thought of Robin’s warning, you tear your eyes away from the stone casket. It was probably your own stomach growling, right? Or just the typical old building noises. That’s what you tell yourself as you continue eating. You finish relatively fast, placing the plate in the sink. You wash your hands, drying them on a nearby towel. You glance at the pan sitting on the stove. You’ll wash it in the morning.

You give the area one last look, just to reassure yourself. You didn’t hear any growling, and again, you don’t see anything. Letting out a sigh of relief, you turn to head to bed, shutting the lights off on the way. Entering your room, you make sure to close your door before changing into something more comfortable. Some shorts and an old T-shirt from high school. You make your way under your covers, the cool touch of the sheets feeling nice against your skin. Shifting around to get comfortable, you realize you left your phone out in the living room. The sigh that leaves your lips embodies the feeling of laziness that took over you. You’ll grab it tomorrow, you don’t feel like getting up right now.

Your head hits the pillow, and you stare at the alarm clock sitting on your nightstand as the food in your belly lulls you to sleep. Eyelids feeling heavy, the last thing your brain registers is the bright red numbers on the screen.

12:05 A.M.

Your eyes close shut as sleep embraces you.

Thump.

You shift, the noise slightly stirring you. Your eyes open briefly, eyebrows furrowing as your brain tries to decide if you were still sleeping or if you were hearing things. Eyes blurry, you stare at the ceiling. A few moments of silence has your mind drifting back to sleep as your eyes slowly close.

BANG

You jolt awake, mind going haywire as you stare wide-eyed. It sounded like something heavy collapsing. You hear an odd clacking sound, like a rattling of… something from beyond your bedroom door. The noise stops before a steady thumping takes its place. The rhythm makes you realize it was the sound of footsteps. Breathing heavy, you don’t dare move an inch, afraid of alerting whatever was out there. The footsteps stop, and you strain your ears to hear anything else. You don’t hear anything over the loud beating of your heart. You glance at the nightstand.

3:02 A.M.

Steadying your breathing, you try to muster up the courage to get up. You slowly peel the sheets off you, sliding your legs over the edge of the bed, and rise to a slouched stand. You tiptoe your way to the door, grabbing your spare umbrella that was propped up nearby. Clutching the umbrella in one hand, you reach for the door handle with the other; with a shaking hand, you twist the knob, slowly pulling the door open.

The door opening slightly, you poke your head out. Peering down the hallway, you are greeted by darkness. The once familiar hallway warps in the dark, twisting itself into something sinister.

‘It’s all in my mind,’ You think to yourself, taking a step out. ‘It was actually nothing and I was just dreaming. I am simply going to double-check.’ You hold back a sniffle, both hands grasping the umbrella so tight your knuckles turn white. Careful to not make a sound, you silently make your way through the darkened hall. You’re almost successful in convincing yourself until the sound of the refrigerator door opening makes you jump. You tense up, unmoving as the goosebumps on your arms rise. Gulping, you resume walking towards the kitchen, the light of the fridge illuminating the sink and the living room behind it. There’s a shadow within the cast light, shifting about as they rummage through the fridge. It… it sounds like they’re eating?? What the fuck?? Between the sound of things being tossed around and torn open, you hear the clacking of teeth and the dedicated… munching akin to some voracious animal.

You’re close enough that the entire kitchen comes into view. You see a figure hunched over as they dig through the fridge, their frame blocked by door. You hold the umbrella over your shoulder, preparing yourself to swing if necessary.

You take a step forward.

…And your breath hitches as the floorboard beneath you creaks.

You hold back a whimper as the figure stops, slowly rising from their position, standing tall. Their head turns towards you slowly, the light reflecting their features.

A skull.

You scream.

The thief(skeleton?? Was it even a person?) takes a step back from the sudden reaction, raising its hands almost defensively.

“Woah! You-” It starts, and you watch its jaw move animatedly as it speaks. Your eyes follow the slice of cheese sliding down its teeth, it falls, landing on that thing’s very, very bony foot. “-startled me! What’s with the screaming anyways?” Your gaze flickers back up at the skeleton’s face, or lack thereof. It puts its skinless, meatless, bloodless-whatever else it has less of!- hands on its hips, tilting its head. You could imagine that if it had a face it would be staring at you like you were the weird one.

You blink. Again. And again.

And then you scream. Again.

“Hey!” It moves to cover its ears- that it doesn’t have -and oh so very stupidly, you throw your only weapon of defense at the thing. The umbrella hits it square in the face and bounces back, hitting the refrigerator door before clattering to the ground. The undead monstrosity yelps in pain as it gets knocked off its feet. Quickly you turn, deciding to just leave. You dash through the living room to the front door but trip over something before crossing said room.

You gasp, stubbing your toes rather painfully on whatever you tripped on. You fall to the ground, holding your arms out to brace yourself. Grunting, you turn to look at what you tripped on. You just cleaned the other day, so nothing should-you freeze, your blood turning cold.

It was the coffin. Or, well, the lid of the coffin. It was laying on the ground as if tossed aside casually. The extremely heavy stone lid that you weren’t able to even budge? The very same lid that took several curious movers to just slide it a smidge? You don’t even know how they got it in the fucking house!

…

You slowly look down at the lid and crane your neck up at the skeleton who was hunched over, a skeletal hand on its forehead, as if trying to reorient itself. It stands back up and you remember Robin’s words from earlier. The stupid cursed Leopard’s Paw and its equally stupid supposed sworn enemy, the Pirate King and his stupid stupid cursed skeleton.

The thing looks over to your fallen form(why aren’t you getting up, get uP ) from over the counter. It slowly begins walking, presumably making its way over to you. Your breathing quickens and time seems to slow down, your vision becoming blurry as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

Oh god, you were going to die. You were stupid and threw away your weapon, and like some stupid cliché, you tripped and found yourself unable to move; only able to pathetically weep as some fucking cursed monster bestowed by your father made its way to eat you after ravishing your fridge. Powerless to do anything but cry, you could barely hear the sound of its feet clacking against the tile(and eventually the hardwood floor) over the sound of your sobbing.

Then, you hear a ding.

The thing stops and looks over at the couch. You follow it’s gaze and see your phone. Judging by the sound of the notification, it was probably your weather app. However, the sound snapped you out of your trance, and with some newfound strength, you reached for your phone. You pay no mind to the creature, furiously swiping at the screen, blindly tapping at your contacts as you rise, dashing towards your room. You duck, pushing past the Pirate King, knocking it to the ground(again) with unprecedented strength. Ignoring the sharp pain of your arms hitting bone, you stumble through the hall as you dial someone. Anyone.

You hear the faint ringing as the call tries to go through to whoever you called. Inside your room, you slam the door shut, locking it. You huff, eyes scanning the room wildly for a place to hide. You settle on the closet and practically leap inside, closing the door once in. Confined to the small space, you collapse to the floor; backing up and trying to hide. Your breathing quick and heavy, you hold the phone to your ear as you hear the person pick up.

“Oi, what the hell?” A familiar voice slurs, sleep in their tone. You hear them groan as they try to keep awake. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Law!” You sniffle, glad that he answered. You hear the rustling of bedsheets through the receiver as you ramble unintelligible words between sobs. “Oh god, why didn’t I call the police? Why didn’t I just leave? I was at the fucking door!” You shut your eyes, feeling yourself starting to hyperventilate.

“Hey. Hey .” Law calls your name through the phone. “Listen to my voice. You need to breathe, okay? Breathe.” He orders and you follow, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah just like that. Deep breaths.” He continues, his smooth voice grounding you. “Okay, can you-can you tell me what’s wrong? What’s happening?” You sniff back a sob, sighing out a shaky exhale.

“Law, I-I-” You choke out, momentarily losing your voice. “-I don’t know. I just woke up and the fucking, the fucking skeleton wakes up and it was in the fridge and I threw my umbrella at it andandandnow it’s gonna eat me andI’mgonnafuckingdie!” You weep, sobs now racking your entire body. Under the sobbing, you hear Law moving through the phone as he tries to calm you down.

“I’m coming over right now. Just-just stay on the phone and don’t, don’t hang up. Keep talking for me okay?” You simply nod, unable to speak. You could hear the worry in Law’s voice, along with the lingering groggyness from barely waking up.

Your call with Law distracted you from hearing the approaching footsteps of the lurking skeleton. It banged loudly on the door, muffled words coming through.

“What was that?” Law calls your name when you only sob back in reply. “Is someone there with you? Fuck, what’s happening?!” You listen as the door only bangs louder before ultimately breaking under the sheer force of your soon-to-be killer. It enters your room, silent as you hear bone scratching on bone. Holding your phone in a vice-like grip against your ear, you shut your teary eyes as you cover your mouth with your other hand, attempting to quiet your breathing.

The closet door swings open, revealing the Pirate King staring down at you with empty sockets. You hear Law calling out to you but you don’t answer, staring up at the thing in fear.

You look between teary eyes as the Pirate King’s jaw lowers, as if to say something.

And then you pass out.

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narrators-journal · 3 months ago

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Makoto Nijima headcanons

Boy oh boy, Kinktober’s right around the corner! You know what that means!

Pre-emptive prep is on it’s way~ And with it, some headcanons to nail down some of my takes for some girlies I get asks for, but haven’t actually sat down and THOUGHT about. Like, Makoto! Which, I hope you enjoy the takes on, these are very rough still, but I had a shocking amount of fun writing for her. Hope you enjoy too!

CW: General nsfw takes included! Nothing too explicit, but it’s still spicy.

SFW

Makoto is a stick in the mud, that’s a bit of her issue.

No body likes her because she’s such a buzzkill, stiff, or a try-hard teacher’s pet.

Beneath that, though, she’s more than just a nerdy teacher’s pet.

Makoto and Sae get into pheonix wright type of debates in place of simple arguments sometimes.

Granted, they still do get into fights, Sae’s a tired, overworked woman who, much like Katsuya Suou, is in a role she did not want. So, her and Makoto do butt heads viciously, especially when Makoto starts vying for independence.

That’s what hones Makoto’s skill for not only debating, but lashing the fuck out and ripping someone apart with technecalities and loopholes. It’s a perk of being the baby sister of a lawyer.

However, she’s not just good at poking holes in claims. She’s a bookworm, she’s an expert at research and learning. So, if you really piss her off, Makoto can dig up some of your darkest skeletons.

Which, ironically would make her insanely dangerous if she chose to abuse her ability to find blackmail.

NSFW

On the nsfw angle, Makoto is pretty heavily virgin-energy’d to me.

Between her studies, school work, and her classmates sort of resenting her for her bossy, cold behavior, she just didn’t get many opportunities to try anything.

That’s why I imagine she’d have a big ass crush on, like, almost every other phantom thief.

Akira, Ann, Haru, even Yusuke and Ryuji. She’s so starved and eager for romance, intimacy, and to be desired, that she will crush on anyone basically. Whether or not that’s some sort of comphet vibe, only future her knows. It doesn’t matter in the moment.

She’s eager to experience sex, so she’s got a shameful list of things she wants.

But, that being said, Makoto is. Makoto. She��s definitely researched intercourse, the rules of it, how to be good at it, all that awkward over-compensation type of stuff.

She may know a lot about kinks, but you’ve gotta work through the clinging to how to do it ‘right’ era lol.

Once you’re past that, Makoto is the type who’d want to try something new each time you sleep together.

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allwormdiet · 4 months ago

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Arc 3: Agitation, Concluding Thoughts

Everything happens so much

Again, WILD to me that we're already past the bank robbery with this one arc, that was so much faster than I was anticipating

I wonder how much of the breakneck pace is down to the serialized updates; the pace might have been fucked up if there were several weeks of nothing but hangouts in-between Taylor joining the Undersiders and the bank job, but as an archive reader it feels. Like there's still plenty of meat on the bone, but it's lean meat. Not much fat for flavor.

Not to say the flavor has been bad so far, really the opposite. I continue to really like the Undersiders, even when Taylor doesn't. I'm so ready for Rachel to get her chance to shine, awful un-smile and all. I'd like Alec and Taylor to get along better but I don't know if that's gonna happen, there might just be a water-and-oil thing going on. Brian is interesting for how boring and serious he's trying to be, can't wait to learn more about that. And Lisa... I think Lisa is my favorite so far. She's so smug, it's great.

Taylor continues to evolve before our very eyes, going from someone who quails at the thought of actually joining a gang of thieves to someone who takes down multiple heroes in one fight and rides off into the sunset with sheer joy and a shitload of money. She's so good at this and so naturally terrifying, it's incredible to see her work. I could read about her being a criminal forever.

The Sisters Dallon continue to make their presence known, and I suspect the rest of New Wave will show up at some point. For all that I have complicated feelings about Amy's future, for now she's still mostly just an object of pity. Can't imagine the smack to the head is making her feel any better, or how close Tattletale got to revealing that particular skeleton in the closet. Victoria is more clear-cut, thankfully; she's well-meaning but still pretty careless with her strength and aura, and the hardball she plays with villains is a lot less fun when it's targeting someone who isn't a Nazi. Ideally she starts being more careful sooner rather than later.

I remain disappointed with Armsmaster, this arc could've gone a lot more differently if he'd been even slightly less of an egotist. I continue to hope he's plagued by this for years to come.

Man what even comes next. How soon is Coil rolling up? Does Bakuda start her shit next arc or is that not for a bit? All my expectations for the pacing on this story have been utterly thrown at this point, it's weird but I'm not complaining.

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impala-dreamer · 11 months ago

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Tourniquet - Chapter Ten (Finale)

Supernatural Dean x Reader Series Told Backwards

~Y/N has been by Dean’s side through his worst days, always there if he needs her, forever just a call away. Love is impossible to fight and more impossible to live with. Just a side character in his epic life, Y/N would give anything just to give Dean a moment’s peace.~

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At First Sight

There was a field behind the junkyard, a wide-open space not yet overtaken by rusted car skeletons and twisted metal. The grass grew high above her head, and in the spring, bluebells and tiny purple flowers bloomed, peppering the space with joyful color.

She first saw him there, peeking at her through the tall grass. He was taller than the weeds, so much taller than she was; older too, by a few years, it seemed. But he was beautiful and she knew it.

She’d seen beautiful people in her nearly eight years on earth- her mother who had just died, and her younger sister who went with her. She’d seen mountains covered in autumn mist; country roads slicked with rain. She’d felt the sun in the desert; tracked a rainbow across the sky. There were so many pretty things in the world that she was just learning to appreciate, but she’d never seen something like him before.

She’d never seen green eyes that glowed golden in the sunlight, cheeks sparkled with freckles, hair a soft brown somewhere between straw and bark.

When he spoke, her cheeks heated up. When he grabbed her hand through the grass, her stomach flipped.

“What’s your name?” he asked, pulling her into a run through the brush.

“Y/N!” She laughed as he tugged her along, running so fast he nearly lifted her off her feet.

The sky was perfectly blue, not a cloud to be seen.

He looked back over his shoulder, face haloed by the June sun.

“I’m Dean,” he said with a smile.

They ran to the edge of the property, stopping short of where they weren’t allowed to go. There was a stream that hugged the line, a shallow creek, not more than ankle deep and wide enough for Dean to straddle with his bowed legs. He put one foot on either side and reached for her hand.

“Come on, it’s fun.”

Y/N hesitated, watching from the left bank.

“Daddy says I’m not to go past the water,” she explained, looking back toward the house. They were far enough away that the rickety roof wasn’t visible, but she knew the woods, she’d grown up running through Bobby’s legs, hiding in the car graveyard, lying in the warm grass.

Dean craned his neck to look around her. He shrugged. “Don’t see your dad anywhere.” Again, he reached for her and smiled. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Nervously, she took his hand and Dean helped her down into the riverbed. She toed off her grass-stained white Keds and chewed her lip.

“You sure you won’t get me in no trouble?”

He laughed sweetly and lifted a finger to his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die!” He placed an X on his thread-worn tee and she gave in.

Her toes skirted the water and Dean helped her step over it.

“You shouldn’t hope to die,” she warned. “The ghosts might hear and come get you.”

They hopped to the other side and perched on a big rock, just wide enough for two children to sit on together. Their shoulders bumped and Y/N’s stomach twisted up funny again.

“Ain’t no ghosts here,” he assured her. “My dad would know. He’s the best hunter there is.”

Y/N squinted up at him, unsure.

“Besides,” Dean went on, bending to pick up a pebble near his foot. “You think Bobby would let his place be haunted? Bobby knows everythin’ about everythin’. No way he’d let some nasty ghost bother us. You’re safe.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging her fear. “You sure, Dean?”

He tossed the pebble into the stream and a ripple pulsed over the surface.

“I’m sure.” Dean threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “I’ll protect you. I promise.”

She didn’t know why, but she believed him. There was something about him that seemed magical, like he was a superhero or something. She sighed against him and put her head on his shoulder.

They sat and watched the water for a while. Now and then a leaf would float by, or a few tadpoles would appear. It was quiet and peaceful and the wind was warm.

When the daylight began to fade, they left the stream behind and stepped into the grass again. He held her hand and swatted away the weeds, making a path for them.

“Are you stayin’ up in the house?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was boring being alone even though she found things to do, but with her dad off on a job, it had been just her and Uncle Bobby for a few weeks.

“Yeah. Just a few days. Gonna head to Kentucky next.”

“I’ve never been there.”

Dean shrugged. “It’s OK.”

The grass gave way to gravel and Dean let her hand go once they could see the house in the distance.

“Have you been here a while?” he asked, sneakers kicking up dust as he shuffled beside her, hands jammed into his pockets.

She exhaled sadly and nodded. “Yeah. My mom just…and… and Jackie, my sister. They…”

Dean paused and turned, looking down at her and leaning on a broken Oldsmobile. “Mine too,” he said softly. “I mean, my mom- she uh- well, it was a long time ago.” He kicked at a stone and it rolled a few feet away.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled gently. “It gets better after a while, ya know..”

Tears prickled her eyes, her bottom lip trembled. “Does it really?”

Dean looked away, pretending to count the row of cars to their right. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”

An ache pulsed in her chest and she felt sorry for him, for both of them. She could see the tears in his eyes as surely as she felt her own, and she slipped her tiny hand in his, squeezing tight.

“We’ll be OK, Dean,” she said, trying her best to believe it. “You’ll see.”

Sniffling hard, he beat back the tears and took a breath.

“Hey, you smell that?”

Confused, she took a deep breath and her stomach growled loudly. “Burgers?”

He grinned. “Burgers!”

They ran through the junkyard, carefully maneuvering through the jagged steel and dodging each other as dusk settled over Sioux Falls.

She didn’t know why, but she felt like he was it. He was the thing that would keep her going, the friend she needed right then, get her through the pain and the confusion.

The boy with the green eyes.

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