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A/N: You have no idea for how long this one-shot has been waiting in my drafts! б（＞ε＜）∂ I’m just so happy that I’ve finally managed to finish it! Hope y’all enjoy<3

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀��𝘀: 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 “𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘪 𝘟 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

⚠️𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 7.4𝘒

Walking through the empty halls of the Harusame ship all by yourself was something that most humans, and even other amantos, would see as far too dangerous to even consider. After all, the Space Pirates Harusame, were viewed as the largest crime syndicate in the entire universe. Still, the mere knowledge did not stop you from pursuing a spot in the mentioned organization.

Your eyes scanned the surroundings in search of some form of entertainment until your sensitive ears picked up on some familiar noises quite far away from where you had currently stopped. The longer you listened however, the more you began to notice just how similar they sounded to ones of a goat screaming at the top of its lungs. And of course, not wanting to miss out on the fun, you lazily began to walk in the direction in which the training room was located.

Whistling in sync with your steps, hands still in your pockets, you swiftly kicked open the closed doors that were separating you from the commotion. An awestruck expression crossing your features as you sat down on a bench near the exit, while lifting your left leg over the other. Your palms, placed on each side of the bench, as you tilted your upper body over your thighs in the process. Everything about your posture, expressing just how excited this scene was making you.

Right before your eyes was a certain vermillion haired amanto performing a literal mass murder, considering the amount of yatos that were jointly attacking him. And despite being completely alone, the commander of the 7th division still somehow managed to completely overwhelm all his subordinates.

You had always been fascinated by the young commander, despite his psychotic reputation. The way his long vibrant hair would flow elegantly through the air, accompanied by that bloodthirsty expression that would sometimes make your knees feel like jelly. It was a beautiful combination of spring and winter, warmth and cold, fire and water, vermillion and blue. And you would become so entranced by it that your surroundings would cease to exist.

Soon, you'd forget about the numerous unconscious bodies that would lay across the open field. Gaze solely fixated on the male's oblivious figure. And as animalistic as Kamui was, even he would always fail to notice your presence unless you wanted him to do otherwise.

"Where do you think you're going?"

The commander's voice suddenly echoed through the large training room, forcing the sound of careful, yet still noticeable, footsteps into an abrupt stop. Obviously that question was meant for Abuto, as the addressed male shakily turned his attention toward his superior. The visible beads of sweat that were trailing down his forehead and neck, making it all the more apparent.

Had you been like any other human being, or as your fellow amantos liked to describe it: not lacking a fist-sized organ that pumps blood throughout the entire body, the first emotion that you were supposed to express would probably have been concern. Maybe even worry or anxiety, but certainly not amusement and anticipation.

"Commander, don't you think it would be better for you to have a rest first? That looked pretty intense." The male was obviously trying to avoid the younger yato's demand. Though, from your perspective, his attempts seemed to be futile.

Not that you cared. Quite the opposite. A small part of you felt slightly curious over how long this man would possibly be able to stand against the 7th division commander. You have heard stories about Abuto and knew that he was stronger than an average yato. Obviously not Umibōzu level, but still decent.

As far as you were concerned however, you were more interested in whether Kamui had already surpassed his father or not. Since you up until this day, did not have the luck to meet the man in person.

Though, based on the information that you've obtained, he was definitely not weaker at this point. And watching as the young amanto completely destroyed the unfortunate man without even batting an eyelash, made you subconsciously wonder just how strong his father must have been to have a son with such promising abilities.

Boredom was a dangerous disease and once you caught the infection it would be almost impossible to find a cure. Because once it had infiltrated your body, no matter what you do and how entertaining you had considered it at the beginning, everything would from that point on seem equally boring.

It was much like a never ending circle. And for some reason, once you had found yourself looping within it, there was no way out of it. You'd never get the same thrill from the things you once loved and will have no other choice but to find something new to keep you afloat. And perhaps, this little in-between moment, was the most dreadful part of it all. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

To you, that vermillion haired amanto was a way to evade this circle. He was entertaining to watch, as well as you found certain similarities to stop you from falling into a hole of complete self despair. His presence, as well as existence in whole, made you believe that you were not the insane sociopath that everyone else claimed you to be. Sure the two of you never spoke, but just watching was enough for you to understand that you were not alone in this godforsaken universe.

It was an unhealthy obsession. You knew. But then again. Everything about you was unhealthy. And you have lived this way your entire life. This abnormality, one of the main reasons that you've managed to survive thus far. So what was the point in changing if it would help you achieve nothing?

Though, recently you have come to notice a familiar feeling of dread invading your senses. Perhaps watching was not enough anymore. You needed something else. Something more intense. Until a light bulb suddenly appeared, making your eyes sparkle in realization. Perhaps what you needed was to actually participate. To exist in the commotion. Or even better. To create.

Keeping this in mind, your eyes began to travel around the dining hall until they fixed themselves onto a rather noticeable figure with a mountain of food placed on the table. You still had no idea what was likely to catch your, or anyone's, attention at all. Was it the food or was it the amanto shoving everything down its throat? What you did know however, was that eating was probably the only thing about the 7th division commander that you did not find too attractive. Amusing, yes. Appealing, no.

But, since you had finally found your target, which was not all that hard you might add, you decided not to dwell on those thoughts and simply continue with your current mission. Abuto was the first to notice your appearance, though you were pretty sure that his superior had too, but simply chose to ignore you.

The older yato arched an eyebrow at you as a silent way of asking why you had decided to approach them. But, instead of answering, you simply waved a hello while letting a fox-like smile present itself on your face, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Is it alright if I sit with you fellas?” You asked airly, gazing at the vice captain since you had figured that the commander probably wasn't going to engage in any type of conversation with you. Yet, at least. Not waiting for an actual response, you simply made yourself comfortable at the empty seat beside the younger yato. Which, of course, earned a sweat-drop from the other.

Abuto eyed you carefully, knowing exactly who you were. He had heard a lot of the other amantos speak about you and your reputation wasn't one to take lightly. As an information broker, it was no wonder you were constantly perceived as a sly and questionable individual who still somehow managed to climb his way towards the top of the hierarchy of the Harusame Pirates. Becoming one of the most valuable and trustworthy assets for their leaders.

Which was why the older amanto couldn't help but wonder why you had decided to join them. Had the Elders begun questioning their loyalty and decided to send you to confirm their suspicions? Obviously, the man was probably overthinking this. But due to your reputation it wasn’t strange that he had a hard time trusting your intentions. Since not even once, after joining the Space Pirates, had you tried to strike a conversation with the two.

Kamui, on the other hand, did not seem to be too bothered by your presence. Firstly: Abuto was pretty sure the younger male had no idea who you were. And secondly: knowing the other amanto, he probably deemed you far too weak to be acknowledged. Which wasn't all that strange, considering how skinny you were.

Though, it was quite hard to pinpoint whether that really was the case, noting the baggy clothes that you were wearing did everything but show off any possible hidden muscles. And let’s not forget the glasses that made you seem even more harmless if that was possible. In other words: you looked like a stereotypical computer geek, but with a very shady past.

"Do you mind if I touch your hair?" Abuto could swear he almost choked as those words left your mouth. His attention, going to your figure straight away making him even more baffled. Your right cheek was resting on the palm of your hand with your elbow placed on the table. The same smile that you wore ever since you had approached them, still present.

Everything about your posture screamed relaxed. Which was anything but normal, since you were speaking with the 7th division commander of the Harusame Pirates. And if your previous actions had made him question your sanity, then one could only imagine what Abuto must've felt when you reached out for the other male's braid.

The blank look Kamui was giving you, doing nothing to calm the older man’s nerves. He could only hope his superior wouldn't do anything rash. Everyone knew just how valuable you were for the Elders and Abuto was sure that they'd choose you over them any day.

"Say Abuto, who is this? I can't smell any ounce of fear emitting from him." The vermillion haired boy asked cheerfully, which caused a shiver to run down the vice captain’s spine. Abuto smiled shakily at the duo, fake coughing a few times, before speaking.

"This is [Last name] [Name], he's the go-to guy when you need info regarding a mission or a target." You saluted as the male finished his short explanation. Expertly hiding your disappointment at the commander's reaction. Sure, his smiling face was cute. But you were hoping for something different. Or rather said: unexpected.

A slight pout was starting to make itself visible on your face as you continued to play with the male's braid. Kamui was looking at you in a curious, yet slightly annoyed, fashion, while Abuto had now decided to solely pay attention to his food. You figured that was because the younger amanto was almost done with his mountain and was afraid that he would most likely eat up Abuto's if he would not finish his meal soon.

An idea soon entered your mind as you observed how the other male's gaze wandered toward his braid every once in a while. The action was barely noticeable, had you not been watching him so intently.

You remembered his reaction when you touched his hair. His long silky hair that you were definitely not jealous of. A smirk tugged its way at the corner of your lips as you thought about your next move.

"Your hair is so soft and it smells so nice." You stated, lifting his braid tentatively, letting it almost touch your nose.

"What shampoo do you use? You see, my hair is nowhere as soft as yours, far too messy and coarse. So I’d like to know your secret.” Your calculated gaze did not fail to notice the small twitch of the other boy's eye. Kamui was obviously having a hard time dealing with you. Though, you couldn't help but wonder why he still had not made a move to kill you, since he had never been one to keep his temper in check. As far as you know, that is.

Abuto, on the other hand, was doing his best not to get dragged into the crossfire. He could already sense the change in the atmosphere and had an idea of what this was going to lead to. What he did not understand however, was the reason behind your actions. Were you suicidal? No, there must have been another reason. But none of the explanations that he had come up with regarding your behavior made any sense.

So instead, he was trying to make himself look as small as possible. Hoping that he'd find a safe moment to escape undetected. The last thing he wanted right now, was to deal with an angry commander who's probably going to go on a rampage if you would not stop soon. Which you obviously were not planning to do.

“Do you mind if I unbraid your hair? I'd like to know what it feels like to brush it." Your amusement was increasing by each passing second as you watched his composure crumble right before your eyes. You just needed to choose the next words more carefully. Find something that would surely trigger his anger. You had already managed to gain a reaction that nobody else has had the luxury to witness. But you were far too greedy to let such a great opportunity go to waste.

"Though, I guess I can understand why you make sure to braid it before going out in public. Now that I think of it, you would kinda look like a girl if you had ever decided to let your hair loose." If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under by now. Kamui narrowed his eyes at you harshly, fists turning white over how tightly he was clenching them. A smile that was similar to yours, slowly creeping up on his face, albeit strained.

"I dare you to say one more word, pest." The young amato's voice was strained, the last word sounding very much like a hiss coming from a snake. His pale, slender-like fingers, wrapping around the silky braid, tugging it away from your grip rather harshly.

The vice captain swallowed thickly, not sure of what he should do. Obviously, he could not tell the younger male to leave, since Kamui would never listen to him. Even when the boy was in a good mood, would his attempts always remain futile. And telling you to stop was definitely going to be a pointless persuasion. He just hoped his commander wouldn’t kill you. Abuto really didn't want to deal with the aftermath of both males' stupid actions.

"Oh, I know! You probably keep it braided because it reminds you of your mother. I've seen the way your father looks, you surely are nothing ali-"

Abuto was sure he could feel his soul leave his body as he watched the way your scrawny looking figure smashed into the nearest wall. Leaving a bunch of very thick and deep cracks to surround your body in the process. He didn't know what he should be more scared of. Your lifeless body or the dark aura surrounding the young commander that was currently sitting opposite of him.

"Commander! Do you have any idea of what the Elders will do to you once they'll hear about this?" Kamui, however, was not listening, far too occupied by his own thoughts.

How the hell did you know about his mother? The only person who's ever had the luxury to have this knowledge was Abuto. And even that was solely because the two of them had met at an unfortunate time. Though, his thoughts came to a halt, as the dining hall was soon filled with a loud, piercing sound.

There you were, lying on the floor, while crouching your stomach as you died from uncontrollable laughter. At first, Abuto thought it was out of agony. Perhaps you were just in a state of shock. However, his conclusion was proven wrong as he saw no indication of you being in any pain.

The other amantos were just staring at you with sweat-drops, while those that were closer to you merely rolled their eyes at your antics. Most members of the Harusame were already aware of your high pain tolerance. As well as some yatos that got to experience it first hand.

They were no strangers to your addiction to chaos. You just loved to cause problems. It was like a drug to you. Which was why no one got surprised by the words that soon left your mouth.

"Was that really all you got? I bet your sister could do better."

The following few weeks were quite interesting to say the least. Ever since the incident, Abuto couldn’t help but notice that you had become almost a regularity in their everyday lives. Whenever you and the 7th division commander would pass each other in the hallways, you'd always find a way to get under his skin. While Kamui would respond to you with a very inventive threat.

The whole interaction was quite amusing to watch. It wasn't every day you'd meet a person who'd manage to irritate Kamui so easily. If anything, it had always been the other way around. Though, there was also a part of him that couldn't help but feel worried. A nagging anxiety that some day Kamui would finally snap. It was a miracle that he up until this day, still had not even laid a finger on you.

Though, whether he liked it or not, Abuto knew that sooner or later that day would come. The day when all hell would break loose. Which was apparently today. All because of just how imaginative you were when it came to creating new insults. As well as being aware of the amount of personal information that you have somehow managed to obtain.

And now here he was. Standing at the entrance of the dining hall, which was for the first time in history, completely empty. Well, except for the two figures that were currently occupying the entire space.

Not even once since he had met Kamui, had the male ever seen him so angry. That must have been the reason as to why none of the other amantos had the guts to enter their so-called 'battle arena'. And if Abuto didn't know any better, it could almost be perceived as if the two of you were dancing. Well, ignoring all the flying chairs that were thrown in your direction.

Abuto was surprised over how agile you were. Not even once since your 'battle' had started, had Kamui managed to land a proper hit on you. You were so swift in your motions, that you almost looked like a leaf floating in the air. Graceful. Yet there was something in the way you were moving that reminded Abuto of a very skillful thief. Metaphorically, of course.

You were taunting him. Obviously. But the vice captain couldn't help but wonder what you must have said to receive such a reaction from his superior. The only topic that could ever evoke such strong reactions from the commander was his family. Unless it wasn't all the pent-up emotions that had finally reached their limit. Which made more sense, since Kamui wasn't one to react to repeated insults, always becoming immune to them after their first usage.

The same could be said about you. Not even once had Abuto noticed you remain on one single topic for too long. As if you knew they would have no effect on him. Which Abuto thought was indeed the case, considering just how well you had read the vermillion haired amanto’s character so far.

Too engrossed in his own thoughts, Abuto failed to notice at which point Kamui had finally succeeded in disarming you. He was pinning you on the floor, his left hand keeping yours securely over your head, while the fingers of his right hand were tightly wrapped around your neck in a choking position. His hands, squeezing the captured parts of your body so harshly, they would surely leave deep blue imprints later on.

Kamui then placed his left knee between your legs to make sure you could move as little as possible. The young commander had a dark look on his face, representing his inner seething rage. Still, you couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by it all.

You felt hot. As if you were lying in a bathtub with overheated water. The state you had currently found yourself in, making you feel as if you were boiling from within. And if he had noticed the way your body was reacting to this provocative position, he made no attempts to show it.

The male, however, had found himself in an entranced state as he looked into your [e/c] eyes. Your dazed expression, accompanied by that soft pink blush that was coating your cheeks, making you look irresistible. Something that agitated him even more. You were despicable, yet here he was, staring at you with such longing that he still managed to skillfully mask thanks to the continuously growing irritation.

A soft laugh escaped your lips as his inner turmoil had been completely see-through thanks to the mirror that was a pair of beautifully blue eyes. And soon that fox-like smile found itself back to your face as you cruelly spoke.

"Show me your crying face." The amusement was clearly displayed in your mischievous [e/c] eyes as his dominant form had suddenly begun to shake. You could vividly see the mixture of anger, confusion, hurt and sadness. And despite this, you still did not feel any ounce of pity. Only pure fascination that was mixed with slight disappointment.

"Oh, come on. I bet you look really pretty when you cry." Bafflement was the only thing you received from that. And realizing that this would probably get you nowhere, you decided to take advantage of his eased grip as you managed to slide yourself away from his hold.

Though, before you had walked through the other exit, you spared one last glance in his direction and oh boy did you not regret doing so. Even though there were no tears trailing down his cheek for you to witness, you felt your mouth open slightly without actually realizing it. Because the lifeless expression on his face was definitely something to behold. And you doubt that you've seen anything prettier so far.

More weeks soon passed, albeit rather slowly. At least, that was the way Kamui had experienced them go by. He did not know what the reason behind this was. Or that was what he kept telling himself. Deep down inside, he knew the reason for this unexpected depression that he's been going through during this whole period.

It was you. Or rather: your sudden absence. Kamui did not know how, but somehow, in the span of several weeks, you managed to crawl yourself into the yato's sun sensitive skin. Like a parasite, slowly killing your host, while absorbing their energy until they were left completely empty. Treating them like a vessel. And despite your damaging existence, you still had the ability to make him completely reliant on you.

He missed you.

And watching you from afar, practically glaring holes into your skull, appeared to be far more painful than having to endure all those jabs that you kept throwing at him on a daily basis. Abuto watched his commander in amusement. If the man had been confused regarding the younger male's behavior before, then now everything was starting to make sense. The pout that was ever so present, only confirming his suspicions.

"Tell me, Abuto. How does this pest still manage to torment me even now that he has stopped annoying me?" Said male raised an eyebrow at the vermillion haired amanto's words. Kamui did not face him while speaking, but simply continued to stare at your carefree attitude from his spot.

"I think what you mean is: ‘Tell me, Abuto. Why can't I stop thinking about [Name]?’" Abuto stated smugly, wiggling his eyebrows as a way to emphasize the last seven words. His grin only widening at the glare that he received from his superior. Kamui was obviously struggling to come up with a response to the older man’s implication, which only left him more frustrated in the process.

The younger yato had no idea why his subordinate would even imply something like that. The mere thought of him liking you was ridiculous. No, scratch that. It was utterly disgusting. You obviously had some serious mental issues. Which was something not to take lightly if even Kamui stood by those beliefs, considering the fact that he was anything but normal.

"One more word and I will kill you." Kamui threatened darkly, an eerie smile appearing on his face that would almost seem innocent. Though, it soon turned more taunting as he watched the other male's smirk falter just the slightest bit.

"Look. As much as you might not want to admit it, there must be a reason as to why that guy is still walking, no breathing, after everything that's been transpiring for the past few weeks." Abuto was trying to seem as unaffected as possible while speaking, the remains of his superior's last threat still lingering in the back of his mind. Which wasn't too hard since he was quite used to them by now. However, that did not mean he didn't fear for his life each time they were expressed.

The vermillion haired yato grumbled under his breath as a way of admitting defeat. No matter how much he would try to deny it, even he understood that Abuto was right. The older yato visibly relaxed at his superior's passive reaction as he let out a barely audible sigh. His previous tenseness, not all that surprising, since he had already lost an arm after angering the commander once.

Kamui frowned as if deep in thought. He couldn't find the reason behind this sudden attraction to you. It just didn't make sense. You were a man. Or a boy, or… Whatever. What mattered was that you were not a woman. Which also meant that you could not bear children. So why did he feel so drawn to you?

The young man was by no means homophobic. Yatos never had a taboo for homosexual relationships. Sure, they did have a tendency to view it as unmasculine, but there was never any hostility. It just never really became a topic of discussion. Rather, what bothered Kamui was the fact that he simply could not understand the logic of this sudden revelation. What's the point of same-sex attraction if you can't procreate?

Abuto sighed, starting to get fed up by his superior's stubbornness. If only Kamui would put this much effort into thinking whenever he was ready to jump into a fight. That would have saved the older man so much trouble. But no. The only time he had decided to make use of his brain was when he had begun to question his own sexuality.

"What's the point in contemplating the merits of it if you never even intended to settle down?" Kamui pursed his lips at Abuto's inquiry. He was right. Woman or not, the young amanto had never planned to find himself a partner to begin with. So really, where was the point in racking his brain for answers? Answers that he did not have. That nobody had. It would just be time consuming.

Precious time that he could have opted to use for something more productive. Like pursuing a certain very annoying human. Which Kamui at that moment had decided to do. Although, there was still a small part of him that feared for rejection. After all, the way you had just stopped interacting with him, made him feel like an old toy that you had simply grown bored of.

But whether that was really the case or not, the yato had decided that he would simply work for your affection. Because it was no secret that Kamui was a true predator. And once something has caught the attention of the predator’s blue eye, he will go to any lengths to obtain it.

A startled sound escaped your throat as your owlish gaze met a pair of beautiful ocean blue eyes which belonged to the culprit that had caused the sudden loud bang. The door that he had just forcefully kicked open was now lying on the other side of the room, with a permanent imprint of his boot. Great. That was probably going to hit on your salary.

"Ever heard of knocking, dear commander? Or were you that eager to see me shirtless?" You felt the corner of your lips tug upward at the unimpressed look the eighteen year old had sent you. Perhaps you had underestimated his self control. However, you were also pretty sure that Abuto must have had some influence on this as well.

“You've grown on me too much to think you could just leave without any forewarnings.” You didn't say anything. Only tilted your head to the side in an innocent manner. However, Kamui knew better than to take your gesture seriously.

Kamui roughly pushed you onto the white mattress before climbing on top of you. The knowing glint in your [e/c] eyes accompanied by that cheshire grin only irking him further. Eyes fixated on your handsome face, the vermillion haired amanto wanted nothing more than to slice that kissable throat of yours.

His predatory eyes were roaming the upper part of your body. Had the previous incident not happened, the amanto would have been surprised by the amount of muscles that were present before his blue orbs. What did surprise him, however, was the amount of scars littering your [s/c] skin.

His gaze falls on one peculiarly large and ugly scar located at the lower part of your abdomen. Pursing his lips, he can't help but feel a tinge of curiosity spark within his core. Wondering what exactly must have happened as well as how you had got it. No matter how annoying it was to admit it. He wanted to know more about you. You were just that alluring.

You could feel his free hand trace the ugly part of your skin surprisingly tentatively. The unspoken question lying heavy in the air. His face was merely inches from yours as his carnivorous eyes watched you with an underlying emotion that you could not pinpoint. The intensity of these unknown feelings were however strong enough to force a shudder to run down your bare spine.

That gorgeous smirk that was ever so present did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. And f*ck. He knew what he was doing. Knew of the effects that his actions had on your body. You were sure of that. Because the second those thoughts entered your mind, the knee that was located between your legs began to slowly tease your lower region.

"Did you really think you could play those sick mind games with me and remain unpunished?" You shivered as his hot breath fanned across the oversensitive skin on your neck. His words were doing wonders to you as you found yourself melting at how his voice had suddenly gone a few octaves deeper. The death grip on your wrists only fuelling your growing excitement.

Kamui was leaving small butterfly kisses as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The action, leaving tingling sensations on your loved parts in the process. You bit down an upcoming moan as you felt his teeth sink into your exposed neck, sucking on that particular spot as your [s/c] skin turned into a lovely shade of purple. Clearly he knew what he was doing.

“It was…Hah…It was worth a try.” Came the breathless reply as you felt his free hand caress the exposed parts of your body. A shiver running down your spine at the way he was looking at you, admiring the love marks that were now littering your [s/c] skin.

And it was indeed worth it. Because had you known that all it took to gain the bloodthirsty amanto’s attention was a few insults, you would've done it ages ago. Minus the broken door.

It was still worth the trouble, however. Kamui was obviously more valuable than some cheap, metal garbage. Though, that did not mean that you would give yourself to him on a silver platter. If he wanted to have you, he’d have to work for it. What’s the fun in getting a taste of the long awaited dessert if there was no struggle to obtain it?

"Ah, ah, ah... Not so fast, tiger~" You'll make sure to prolong his torture, though it would be even better if he were to join in on the fun. To keep dancing around the edges just to see who'll be the first to break. Reaching the point when separation will be too painful to keep the charade ongoing.

Kamui, on the other hand, released a frustrated groan as you managed to slip away from his grip. Yet again. Left eye twitching every now and then as you stretched yourself right in-front of his annoyed, yet prying, eyes. He huffed at your obvious teasing, but did not make any further attempts, giving you the space he assumed you needed.

Finally facing him, you couldn't help but internally coo at the childlike pout that he was currently displaying. Having a hard time believing that this face belonged to one of the most dangerous yatos out there.

"Say, [Name]. How did you get that scar?" The male questioned, tilting his head in an innocent manner that displayed nothing but childlike curiosity. You arched an eyebrow briefly, silently requesting for him to elaborate. The yato simply jerked his chin upwards, gesturing at the large scar that had caught his attention ever since he had barged into your room not long ago.

Humming as if deep in thought, you silently reminisced about your past. Granted, you weren't one to waste your time sulking about the "unfairness" of the world. Life was unfair and you were more than aware of that.

You knew just how much your “precious” childhood had f*cked with your brain. Although, there were times when you couldn’t help but wonder if you already had been like this long before things turned out the way they did. If the reactions your fellow orphans had during one of your many breakdowns were anything to go by.

“How do you think I got it?” Kamui could easily detect the teasing glint in your eyes as you let him trace his fingers delicately across the more sensitive area. Though, if one were to pay closer attention a hint of surprise would be spotted within your [e/c] eyes. Which the young amanto did, and it didn’t confuse him.

Kamui had obviously enough self awareness to know that it was hard picturing him treating another living being with any form of caution or gentleness. It was something completely unimaginable. Scratch that. It was unfathomable.

"I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking." Although Kamui was smiling, you could still sense the slight annoyance seeping out. For being such an impatient guy, you were quite impressed over how well he managed to hold himself back from actually killing you at this point.

Then again, it's not like killing was something he pursued anymore. At least not when it came to you. Which you still doubted would last in the long run. If anything, you're pretty damn sure that no matter how interested he is at the moment, one day Kamui will eventually snap. Not that you care. You'd gladly take anything the male has to offer. No matter how weird, and even masochistic, that may sound.

"I did it." The evident confusion etched on his face was so endearing you couldn't help but snicker at him in amusement. It truly amazed you how a literal manslaughterer could look so much more innocent than those people who practically fainted at the sight of blood.

“I was the one who inflicted it.”

If there was one thing Kamui had learned through his travels, it was that humans were not to be taken lightly. Despite their seemingly fragile nature, there was just something about this species that made them stand out. Although he still failed to pinpoint what exactly made them so different. They were not abnormally strong, nor did they have an excessively high intellect. Yet there was this something that kept them separated from the majority.

The vermilion haired amanto had long ago realized that samurais were strong individuals, capable to stand on par with rather strong opponents for very long vasts of time. That was it however. It was only after Kamui had met you as he began to realize that not only samurais stood out among the earthlings. After all, you had particularly no affiliation to these warriors.

“I guess I’ll just have to accept your advances, don’t I?” Kamui could feel his left eyebrow twitch at the confused look that you were giving him. Obviously, he was aware of how insincere the currently portrayed expression you were carrying really was.

“Oh? Dear commander, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding I presume, since not even once had I attempted to actually ‘pursue’ you.” The shit-eating grin that you were sporting caused the amanto pout as he sent you an unamused glare. Huffing, the male simply walked up to you, wanting to see what it was that you’ve been occupied by so far. It had already been a day since your last confrontation.

One day and not even once had you taken the initiative to approach him, which made him later on realize that you were probably just playing around with him once again. A part of him kept on wondering just how bored you must’ve been to choose him as your plaything out literally anyone else on the ship.

“So you’re just not interested?” By now there was nothing left of the expression that practically screamed “tantrum throwing child” and only plain curiosity, albeit still with some childish wonder. Or maybe even confusion, which you could not help but find adorable.

You always knew that Kamui lacked some certain knowledge when it came to feelings such as love and romance in general. However, it still kinda surprised you at times, since you were aware that the 18 year old was not stupid. Just uninterested in such topics. Maybe even found them useless to a certain degree.

Smirking in his direction, you spoke. “If you want to have me, then you’ll have to work for it.”

Kamui grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled and fell against his chest, feeling his hot breath on your neck. For a moment, neither of you moved or spoke, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, Kamui spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You're playing with fire, [Name]. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

You could feel his muscles tense as he spoke, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be uncomfortable. But you refused to back down. Instead, you turned to face him, your gaze meeting his.

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Kamui. I'm not a child, and I'm not naive. I know you're dangerous, and I know you could hurt me if you wanted to. But I also know that you won't."

Kamui's eyes narrowed, and you could see the anger in them. But it was mixed with something else now, something you couldn't quite identify. "You're making a mistake, [Name]. You don't understand who I am or what I'm capable of."

You smirked, leaning in closer to him. "I understand perfectly well. You're a scared little boy who's never learned how to love. And you're so desperate for someone to see you, to understand you, that you'll lash out at anyone who tries to get close."

For a moment, Kamui was silent, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find some flaw in your argument. But then he laughed, a bitter sound that made your heart ache.

"You think you know me so well, don't you? You think you have me all figured out."

You shrugged, not willing to back down. "I know what I see, Kamui. And what I see is a boy who's hurting. Who's been hurt so badly that he doesn't know how to let anyone in. But I'm not going to give up on you, Kamui. I'm going to keep pushing, keep prodding, until you finally let me in."

Kamui's grip on your wrist loosened, and you pulled away from him, a small smile on your face. "You wanted to know about my scar, right?” The amanto furrowed his eyebrows, but decided to let you continue.

You smiled at that, finding this newfound obedience very amusing. “The foster care system has always been pure and utter shit. Well.. At least the one where I had been forced to spend my entire childhood at.” Kamui tilted his head, while giving you a curious look.

“You think only members of the Yato clan have issues?” There was a brief pause that followed your question and when you realized that Kamui wasn’t planning on saying anything, you continued.

“Sometimes the best defense could be self harming. Not because you hate yourself, but because those bastards will find no interest in you afterwards.” Had anyone else been listening to your monologue, concern would perhaps have been the most probable reaction you’d gain. Kamui, on the other hand, did nothing but watch you, eyes glinting with a hint of intrigue.

“So you scared them off by acting like a maniac.” He summarized with a deadpan expression. Perhaps that wasn’t the conclusion that most would have made based on what you told him. But the vermillion haired amanto had to a certain degree grown accustomed to your ways of thinking.

You were by no means an open book. However, the 7th division commander did still manage to find a specific pattern that you went by. This was simply the way your brain worked.

Kamui's eyes followed your every move, trying to decipher your motives. You had played with him before, but he couldn't deny that the thrill of the chase was addictive. He had never met someone who challenged him like you did, and for some reason, he found himself wanting more.

"You know, Kamui, I don't think you're ready for the game I have in mind," you teased, a sly smile on your lips.

Kamui's eyes glinted dangerously. "Try me," he challenged.

You leaned in, your lips dangerously close to his ear. "If you want me, you'll have to show me what you're made of," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin.

Kamui's grip on your wrist tightened again, but this time it was different. It was almost... possessive. "I'll make you mine by the end of this sick game you've created," he growled.

You chuckled, unfazed. "You're going to have to work for it, Kamui. I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Kamui leaned in closer, his smirk widening. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he murmured.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. This game was dangerous, but you were willing to take the risk. "As long as you make it entertaining, I'm in," you said, a challenging glint in your eye.

Kamui's eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, there was silence between you. Then, with a low chuckle, he spoke. "Game on."

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Sans has the energy of an isekai protagonist. He's not even from Undertale. He's literally just a guy surrounded by mystery forced upon him

Hes trying so hard to keep up with everything going on by gathering as much intel as possible because he's still adjusting to this new and strange universe. He even studied quantum physics because of course its a real thing here.

Like. Imagine how he feels.

He wakes up one day in undertale and after a costume party, his brother wants to join the guard. A real guard. As in. There's a kingdom. In real life. A millenia old goat with a blood red trident is the king. Who personally trained a bloodthirsty fish lady who is the captain. Somehow his brother befriended her. They're making spaghetti. He also got Sans a job as a sentry through her.

She's in love with the royal scientist who frankensteined a bunch of monsters on the verge of death by using the mysterious properties of human souls. She's also the most normal out of everyone in this bizarre modern medieval cave. Most of her equipment is stuff she gathered from a dumpster.

That scientist made a living robot. Who is also the head of a major fashion brand and a TV star. His brother is all about his brand. Their burgers are made of sequins.

His brother has also befriended a talking flower. He's been making research with the royal scientist about timeline stuff because he's trying to find a way back home and that flower is a prime suspect.

His brother one day comes in with a lot of premonitions. Sans doesn't know if it's because of the flower or if he just woke up like that.

They have a dog now. It's vibrating and it teleports at random. His brother says it won't leave him alone. He has a feeling that it's somewhat divine. Papyrus dodges all of his questions by jumping out of a window. The window glass scatters inwards.

And then he meets a human. They're probably just as lost and confused as him, right?

Wrong. The human can bend time and space and has death defying stubbornness. Monsters are weak to intent. That human could singlehandedly eradicate all of them.

Even the lady behind the door is strange. She's the queen and lost her children in a tragedy. And now her children are haunting the narrative.

Is it really that weird then that he spends most of his time at Grillby's?

#dox.txt #undertale #sans #im thinking so much about this poor fucking guy #maybe hes not the weird one maybe undertale itself is just a fucking fever dream #lore musings #sans undertale

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i wish you would write a fic where nico diath and count dooku got ‘woke up in space vegas married’, grouchily completed whatever mission they had together, and promptly discovered that a legal dissolution of marriage is much harder than it looks

"We have to what," Dooku says blankly.

Nico rolls his eyes. It's entirely called for, because Dooku is just standing there like a damned lump and he's the one who spent four hours trying to wrangle this damned planet's bureaucracy into submission. And if he yelled at a protocol droid, well. Only he and the droid need to know that.

"Stay married for a year," he repeats, sending Dooku a withering look. The sex wasn't good enough to make up for having to repeatedly answer stupid questions. Well. Nico assumes it wasn't, because Dooku is an arrogant ass, and if he's good in bed Nico owes Jocasta a hundred credits and a book she hasn't read, which is a fate worse than death. "Unless, of course, you're willing to give up half of your estate to the government of this planet. It was in the marriage contract's fine print."

Dooku stares like a concussed goat for another ten seconds, then grimaces, deep and pained. He puts a hand up to massage his brow, looking like he's contemplating either murder or suicide or a combination of the two, and then says, "We are Jedi, we do not have estates."

Nico snorts loudly, freeing his arm from its sling because slings are a nuisance and he's gotten far too used to either Master Fay or An'ya's little wildcat of an apprentice, who's fairly skilled at healing when he can be bribed into contact with food and clothes that aren't mostly patches. "Speak for yourself, the Diath family still holds extensive estates on Tatooine - "

"But you do not, because you are a Jedi - "

"And if you're not even going to bother to read the damn paperwork before you yell at me about my misinterpretation, Dooku, I will tie you to the bed again, but this time will not be nearly so fun for you."

The tips of Dooku's ears go dull red, and he looks down his nose at Nico in a way that means he doesn't have a good comeback but wants to keep the high ground. "Diath, if you think you can shame me - "

Nico rolls his eyes again, reaching for the pot of caf in the middle of the table. It twinges a little, but - they completed their mission. This mess is what's left to deal with, and as much fun as it has been to prod Dooku about their marriage, Nico would rather get back to his work tracking down slavers and freeing those still held in bondage.

"Don't worry, Dooku, I'm well aware you feel no shame," he says blandly. "But if this collection of paper-pushers thinks I can be intimidated by - "

A hand grips his wrist, startlingly gentle, and tugs it down to the table. Reaching over, Dooku picks up the pot, refills Nico's cup, and then deliberately sets the carafe down within reach, his frown never wavering.

"If you damage yourself permanently, I will assume you intend to force me to be the bread-winner in this marriage," he says coolly. "And I will sue. I'm sure the particularly bloodthirsty solicitors on this planet can assist me in obtaining damages."

Nico pauses, then carefully picks up the cup with his good hand, sliding his bad arm back into the sling. "Well," he says, a little gruffer than he intends. "If you're going to threaten me over it, I suppose I can accommodate your demands. Seeing as you are my dearest husband."

Dooku's breath catches, and he turns away quickly. "You needn't take that tone," he says, but he's not looking back, and -

Well. It's interesting, Nico thinks, and takes a sip of his caf. One year is a long time, after all. There's plenty of time to think about things thoroughly.

#kat answers #ask meme fic #dookun

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The 2020 Cosmic Horror Holiday Gift Guide

The phrase “Black Friday” has a more menacing tone in 2020—especially here in the United States. Hopefully, you’re following the advice of the experts, staying home, laying low, wearing masks, and washing your hands. But a pandemic shouldn’t stop gift giving! So, once again, I took some time and assembled my List of Lists for 2020. In it, you’ll find a plethora of paraphernalia for the weird-fiction fanatic, cosmic-horror connoisseur, or mythos maniac in your life. As with previous years, I’ve worked to assemble a list of exceptional items for all ages and budgets.

There’s a few changes this year. First, I’m now linking to IndieBound for all books. Please do what you can to support your local bookshops and small businesses. Odds are they can get you anything Amazon can, and it’ll help out your community. Secondly, where possible, I’m also linking to the author’s personal webpages. Check them out. Follow them. It’s a nice way to stay current with what’s happening in the world of weird fiction. Please remember, while I’ve ordered these by price, the prices and availability are subject to change. I don’t have any control over that. Happy shopping!

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Books

Mother Hydra’s Mythos Rhymes by Jarred W. Wallace $9.95 + Shipping (Paperback)

This mock children’s book features twenty-one sinister nursery rhymes twisted with a Cthulhu Mythos bent and illustrated by the incredible Heather Hudson. Also included is a complete Edward Gorey-style alphabet. Every budding cultist should learn their ABCs after all.

The Worm And His Kings by Hailey Piper $13.00 + Shipping (Paperback) $6.99 (eBook)

This arrived only a few weeks ago, and I can’t wait to dive in. Set in New York City in 1990, the story follows Monique as she hunts for her missing girlfriend. But the trail goes much deeper than she realizes, sending Monique into a subterranean world of enigmatic cultists and shadowy creatures.

The Stars Were Right by K. M. Alexander $14.00 + Shipping (Paperback) $2.99 (eBook)

I’m nearly finished with Book Four’s edits. So, if you haven’t, now is the perfect time to start reading my Bell Forging Cycle. Follow Waldo Bell as he is sent careening through the multi-level megalopolis of Lovat, fighting to clear his name as a bloodthirsty killer stalks him. It’s mystery and monsters, chases and cults, and an ancient evil in a world that is similar but not quite like our own.

RADIO by J. Rushing $15.99 + Shipping (Paperback) $3.99 (eBook)

A jazz-infused, opium-soaked, historical fantasy with a transgressive edge that explodes from the opening chapter and never relents until its final pages—a welcome addition to modern fantasy literature and weird enough that it earned a place on this list.

Murder Ballads And Other Horrific Tales by John Hornor Jacobs $16.95 + Shipping (Paperback) $7.95 (eBook)

Seems like it’s becoming a tradition to see a new book from John Hornor Jacobs on this list every year, and it’s no surprise. He’s arguably one of the best mythos writers working today. This collection of recent horror and crime short stories takes you through tales involving old gods to malevolent artiﬁcial intelligences, plus it includes the sequel to his 2011 novel, Southern Gods.

The Cipher by Kathe Koja $17.95 + Shipping (Paperback) $3.99 (eBook)

Part haunted house story, part body horror, part descent-into-madness tale all told in the style of Transgressive Literature. The Cipher is one of those stories I was shocked I hadn’t read until this year. Koja writes stunningly physical characters and knotted complex relationships that feel eerily familiar to anyone who’s spent time in artist circles. Enjoy the Fun Hole. (One of my 2020 Three Great Horror Reads for Halloween.)

The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones $26.99 + Shipping (Hardcover) $9.99 (eBook)

At its heart, this is a horror novel about growing up poor and native in western Montana. But The Only Good Indians also a novel about revenge, mistakes, and their extended consequences. I blew through it. I grew up not too far from where this novel is set, and I have yet to find a recent author that captures the behavior and actions of the people in that area quite as well as Jones. You’ll never look at elk the same way again. (One of my 2020 Three Great Horror Reads for Halloween.)

The City We Became by N. K. Jemisin $28.00 + Shipping (Hardcover) $14.99 (eBook)

The first of the Great Cities series focuses on a roiling, ancient evil that stirs beneath the streets of New York City and threatens to destroy the city. New York must go on, and it will take five protectors scattered across the boroughs coming together to stop it. An allegorical response to Lovecraft’s work and a love letter to the city.

The Dark Brotherhood and Other Pieces by H.P. Lovecraft $650.00 + Shipping (One Copy Available—Sold via AbeBooks)

This rare late-60s first edition copy from Arkham House is in fine condition with a fine dustwrapper. It also comes with an inscription by the publisher and editor of this work: “for Herb Arnold from the compiler – August Derleth.” An extremely unique find and a unique piece of weird fiction history.

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Music & Audio

Tribute To H.P. Lovecraft by Epsilon Eridani Free (Digital Download)

This atmospheric and somber dark ambient album is the third project from Mexican electronic artist Juan Pablo Valle. Blending instrumental tracks, spoken words performances, and recitations of parts of Lovecraft’s stories, this tribute serves as an excellent horror soundtrack.

The Yellow Sign $6.99 (Digital Download)

While Lovecraftian music often skews towards dark ambient or metal performances, The Yellow Sign goes takes a more orchestral approach. Composer Graham Plowman has created a fantastic classical soundtrack putting this album on par with any feature film—brooding, menacing, and wonderfully enjoyable.

Beyond Madness by Aklo $9.00 (Digital Download)

Erich Zann would be jealous. Aklo, like its madness-inducing namesake, is hard to pin down. But this album captures “the beyond” in ways not often heard in modern music. Part noise, part experimental, Beyond Madness is an excellent addition to any Lovecraft fan’s collection.

Live from Stockholm by Ogham Waite $12.00 (Digital Download)

Ogham Waite, one of Innsmouth’s Deep One inhabitants, and the Amphibian Jazz Band are the mythos’ answer to the lounge stylings of early Tom Waits. Bluesy and moody, this seductively smokey album drips with saltwater. Waite’s performance and delivery are melodious as they are melodic, a great addition to mythos music.

Ambrose Bierce’s The Boarded Window $20.00 + Shipping (Vinyl)

This limited vinyl pressing of Bierce’s unsettling perspective-shifting tale is read by Anthony D. P. Mann and scored by Chris Bozzone. Cadabra Records always goes the extra mile with their products, and it’s clear from the hand-poured red and white splattered vinyl to the incredible art by Jeremy Hush.

Deities by Tortuga €22.50 ($26.68) + Shipping (Vinyl) €5.00 ($5.93) (Digital Download)

This one showed up randomly on a playlist, and I found myself intrigued. Once I listened to it, I became a fan. Tortuga is a Polish doom metal band whose work is loaded down with intricate and heavy driving riffs inspired by Lovecraft’s writings. It’s good stuff.

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Apparel

Tiki Cthulhu Embroidered Patch $9.00 + Shipping

I see many patches as I search for new cosmic horror gear throughout the year, and occasionally I find one that rises to the top. This sew-on tiki-styled Ctuhulu is 3″ x 2.5″ and was created for the 2018 H. P. Lovecraft Film Festival. If you want a mythos inspired adornment for your bag or jacket that’s a bit outside the norm, look no further.

Cthulhu Socks $18.00 + Shipping

It’s winter in the northern hemisphere, that means you need to keep your appendages warm. Also, socks-for-Christmas is a right of passage. Why not consider getting these Cthulhu Socks from PutYourSocksOn featuring tentacles up the side and an illustration of the dead and dreaming Cthulhu on the ankle.

Sourpuss Tropicthulhu Rosie Dress $29.00 + Shipping

When you are associated with the ocean, you generally get associated with the tropics regardless of where your sunken city dwells. This 40’s style Rosie Dress allows you to show your appreciation of R’lyeh’s favorite son in a subtle but delightful manner.

Amulet of Azathoth £23.95 ($34.42) + Shipping

It’s the grandpappy of the mythos deities in amulet form! Well, kinda. A representation of the nuclear chaos beyond angled space himself. This antique amulet is a little over an inch and a half long and is cold cast in a mixture of resin and brass—a stunning little pendant.

Mother & Father Statuary Set $85.00 + Free Shipping

These handmade and hand-painted resin figures of Dagon and Hydra would work perfectly as bookends or garden statues. Aged in a way to evoke feelings of lost treasure salvaged from the seafloor or perhaps a dank and forgotten chamber somewhere beneath Innsmouth. Kinda cute to boot.

Cara Mater Silvae Shub-Niggurath Woodcut Print $187.50 + Free Shipping (Limited Edition)

Liv Rainey-Smith’s fantastic woodcut work has long been a fixture in the weird lit community. This limited-edition print is done in the style of a sacred icon and features a great rendition of Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, or as my readers will know her, “Cybill.”

Keeper of the Nightmare Mask $331.53 + Free Shipping (Made to Order)

Plague doctors always cut a fearsome figure in humanity’s historical memory, but what lies beneath that leather mask and shielded eyes? This custom made-to-order mask twists tentacles to form that familiar (and terrifying) plague-doctor shape adding an extra level of menace to an already menacing form.

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Games

No Players Online Name Your Own Price (Windows/Linux)

What starts as a simple old demo of a capture-the-flag 3D shooter found on a discarded tape eventually twists and turns becoming something else entirely. I’m a sucker for the 80s glitch aesthetic, and it’s used here in masterfully unsettling ways—multiple endings, interesting game world, very much worth your time.

Kadath $5.99 (Digital Download, Early Access)

This first chapter of a first-person cosmic-horror adventure has you following the case of a World War II Nazi train that vanished only to reappear in a cave in the Himalayas 75 years later. Dripping with atmosphere and filled with brilliant puzzles, this first chapter left me excited for Kadath and wanting more.

Fate of Cthulhu $20.00 (Downloadable PDF) $35.00 + Shipping (Book + PDF)

In this tabletop roleplaying game from Fred Hicks and Evil Hat Productions, you and your friends will find yourself sent into the past on a mission to prevent the future. It’s a race against time as you try to stop the stars from being right and prevent Cthulhu’s foretold return, all before you and yours are transformed into something monstrous.

Elder Sign Dice – Blue Aether $24.99 + Shipping

Infinite Black has been making some wonderful cosmic-horror-themed gaming products for a few years. They’ve finally gotten easy enough to nab for holiday gifts. These Blue Aether Elder Sign Dice stood out to me, but they have a robust catalog making it easy to find the right gift for the dicing Lovecraft fan in your life. (Or yourself.)

Fate of the Elder Gods $63.99 + Shipping

Cults battle cults in this race to summon your ancient order’s elder god of choice! But it’s not just the other conniving worshippers and cult leaders you need to worry about, crafty investigators are on the prowl, and they’re working to subvert everyone’s goals as well. Hasten the earth’s doom in this competitive area-control game for two to four players.

Hastur $274.99 + Shipping (Two Shipments)

I’m a big fan of the Mysterious Package Company, the quality of their products always impresses. This latest journey into the realm of Hastur is no exception. Taking place over several mailings, Hastur invites the recipient into the world of the King in Yellow, the play with the same name, and the utter madness that dwells within those words.

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Housewares & Collectables

Cedric’s Eatery 11oz. Mug $16.00 + Shipping

It’s cold out, and you need a new mug. Why not pick one up from Lovat’s own Cedric’s Eatery located in the entresol between Levels Three and Four. An in-between place for in-between folks. Waldo Bell’s latest hangout. Fill your mug with 11 oz. of bad coffee, your favorite tea, or something stronger. [From the pages of the Bell Forging Cycle.]

Cthulhu Clay Idol & Letter $29.80 + Free Shipping

Alternative takes on the Cthulhu idol are rare. More often than not, we see the same shape repeated over and over. Because of that, this rawer, more original piece stood out to me. It feels more realistic in many ways, reminding me of the sort of thing one would find on an archeological dig. Plus, with the attached letter, you get a little mini-experience here.

Sea Monster Shower Curtain $32.00 + Shipping

There be dragons. And there. And there. And… well, all over the place! If you love weird old sea monsters and old maps, then this curtain will be perfect for you. Decorate your shower with this fantastic curtain featuring beasts that look lifted from early Renaissance maps. 70″ x 72″. Liner recommended.

Cthulhu Lovecraft Blanket $59.99 + Shipping

As cooler air moves into the northern hemisphere, we can all celebrate the arrival of the cozy season. To stay warm, why not cuddle up beneath this cotton and acrylic Jacquard Knit blanket featuring the squatting visage of The Great Dreamer himself? He might be cold but you don’t have to be.

Anxious Blob Original Sculpture $325.00 + Shipping (Supplies are limited.)

This weird little one-off sculpture of a nervous little entity is made with polymer clay and hand-painted. The eye sits beneath a glass dome giving this piece a unique character. Who among us hasn’t wanted an anxious blob with hundreds of teeth and a single staring eye decorating our walls?

Not finding a houseware item you like? Check out the housewares from one of the previous guides. • 2016 Housewares • 2017 Housewares • 2018 Housewares • 2019 Housewares •

Miskatonic University

Miskatonic University Pennant $15.99 + Shipping

I love seeing all the different takes for Miskatonic University collegiate gear. Here you can show your support for “Ole Misk” with a felt pennant from H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society and cheer on the “mighty Miskatonic Myrmidons” to another victory. Wave that banner proudly!

Miskatonic University Real Leather Notebook $41.40 + Shipping

Journaler? Artist? Writer? Mathematician? Norwegian sea captain? Random idea generator? If you’re one of these, odds are you need a notebook. This 8″x6″ Miskatonic-themed journal features 100 sheets of thick handmade Khadda paper and is durable enough for the dig site while still being elegant enough for the classroom.

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if youve ever wanted to think about what almost every major RWBY character would main in professional overwatch, then today is your lucky day! brought to you by hiatus, return of owl, and 3am delirium

RUBY - Star DPS. Extremely flashy, always on the highlight reel. Will play whatever is needed to pound the enemies into dirt, but also the type to say "fuck it ok guys trust me im gonna pop off" and swap to her signature widow/tracer to Pop Off. Works unfailingly. Team captain and emotional core. Prefers mobile heroes and an unpredictable playstyle.

WhiteSnow - Flex Support/Flex DPS. Put her on any sniper (including and especially Ana) and watch all hell rain down. Methodical playstyle, favors high-utility heroes. Aside from snipers, can often be found on Baptiste/Mei/Symmetra. Enables teammates to make big plays, but often sacrifices her own presence in the killfeed for the benefit of the team as a whole. Loves to maker opponents' lives a living hell with CC. Line em up, knock em down.

Belladonna - Offtank. Extremely attentive to her backline, constantly running interference and peeling for allies. Impossible to catch off-guard. Delights in thwarting the enemy team's plans and preventing them from making the plays they want to. Excellent map awareness and always the one to touch point to preserve overtime. Shotcaller. Struggled with committing to risky/aggressive plays, but being on a reliable team has made her more comfortable performing her role and trusting her teammates to have her back. Prefers mobile heroes but will adapt to any situation to work in perfect tandem with...

YangXiaoLong - Main Tank. Could have been a DPS main but early on committed to tank role to enable her duo parter (and little sister) to pop off (and have shorter queue times). Developed a real knack for controlling space and being a brick goddamn wall between her squishies and the enemy team. Extremely aggressive playstyle, but has cooled down in recent years to be more of a team player. Still loves to thrash about when given the opportunity. Known for bold plays and phatty shatties.

Arc - Main Support. Tried for years to be a DPS hotshot but was determinedly mediocre and got hard stuck in plat. Persuaded by Pyrrha to pocket her for a few games, and discovered the depth and fulfillment of playing support to a well-coordinated team. Nurtured his aptitude for assisting from the backline and quickly rose through the ranks. Will play whatever is meta but will always be a Mercy main at heart. Played Brig during GOATS. Shotcaller.

Valkyrie - Doomfist.

Nikos - Main Tank. Extremely methodical player, reknowned for big brain cerebral plays and unflappability. Can be slow to push advantages, but never makes mistakes. Loves the mind games in a Rein v Rein matchup, and unfailingly blocks the enemy shatter (delights in cucking the enemy Rein). Will play Orisa For The Good Of The Team but takes no joy in it. Terrifying on defense; takes a strong position and allows time pressure to force enemies into missteps. When you make a mistake, she will be there. Strategic backbone of the team.

RenLie - Flex Support. Bloodthirsty support. Likes the balance of damage potential and support capacity in Zenyatta, but puts forth strong showings on Moira and Ana as well. First priority is of course keeping his team alive, but flankers trying to dive him in the back line tend to get sent home in tears. Big Jjonak energies. :uwuknife: Can be susceptible to tunnel vision/desperation, and occasionally needs teammates to re-ground him. Always nanos Nora.

PPolen - Offtank. D.Va one-trick. Absolutely notorious for eating ults; absolutely infuriating to play hitscan into. Flawless mechanical skill. Occasionally struggles with communication, but honestly so on-the-ball that it doesn't usually come back to bite her. Always has gold objective time.

Qrow - True flex. Exclusively solo-queues on ladder, just plays the leaderboards. Played just about every role at some point (except main tank, fuck that), but currently on a flex support kick. Holds world records for gravs/blizzards/immortality feels clipping through the geometry and falling out of the map. The sort of Ana who will singlehandedly take out both enemy DPS when beset by flankers only to immediately die to an errant Moira orb. Gamers can we get an F in chat. Accustomed to playing on 200+ ping and is deeply unsettled when he moves somewhere with good internet and has to re-learn all his timings.

RWBY+JNPR+P All form a single 9-man roster. Sub out roles with redundant players for map set strategies and for flexible plays. Probably called the Beacon Huntsmen or something generic like that, who cares

Winter - Main Tank and Offtank. Excellent mechanical skill. Unparalleled when allowed to execute her set strategy, but struggles with adaptability. Extremely self-sacrificial, and knows exactly how to leverage her health pool to buy time and/or space for her allies to make the plays they need to. Will unflinchingly act upon callouts, good or bad, because the worst outcome is a split decision. Especially fond of a quick reset.

Whitley - Doesn't play Overwatch, but holds several championship trophies in international Pokemon tournaments. Minecraft youtuber.

Adam - Widow one-trick. Highly overrated, inexplicably popular streamer. Mechanically talented but poison in a team environment. Picked up and quickly dropped from several professional teams. Teabags. Looks impressive on stream but crumbles against opponents with any semblance of coordination. Eventually blacklisted from professional environments after one too many scandals in his personal life.

Ozpin -Franchise owner. Has never actually touched Overwatch, but used to be a respected Starcraft player back in the day. Took on a coaching role for a time, but now largely manages from afar. Has a sparse and cryptic social media presence. Makes business decisions largely at random, unbeknownst to all his subordinates.

Salem - Hates videogames. Will unplug the router if you piss her off.

Ace Ops - High profile roster hand-picked for perfectly complementary hero pools. Hyped to fuck in the preseason. Unparalleled individual play but poor communication, incompatible playstyles, and truly abysmal coaching staff keep them from being a top-tier team. Widely considered a disappointment considering the talent and money backing them.

Harriet - DPS. Exclusively plays flankers and extremely mobile DPS. Tries to solo-carry; in her defense, it often works. Unironically brags/complains about having gold medals. Quick to tilt but often uses the negative energy to pop off even harder. Overtime clutch god.

Marrow - Flex DPS. Cautious player, often hesitant to commit to risky strats. Flawless positioning, both personally and for thrown abilities. Talent for projectile DPS; probably contributed not-insignificantly to scatter arrow being removed from the game. Prefers to understand the enemy's strategy before acting. Shotcaller. Nobody listens.

Elm - Main Tanks (Except Reinhardt), Zarya. Aggressive tank player, frequently found with gold damage. Generally good natured but vulnerable to tilt if on a losing streak. Highly momentum-based. Makes tutorial videos on strategy and positioning for her youtube channel. Wants to see the competitive scene develop and flourish, but sensitive to feeling threatened by new talent. Helps them anyway.

Vine - Flex Tanks (except Zarya), Reinhardt. Unflappable, regardless of quality of games or recent performance. Good at reading enemy team and tracking ults. Generally calls enemy plays before they happen. Always sticks with Elm, largely out of obligation to bail her out when her aggression puts her in a dicey position. Understated player, rarely in highlight compilations, but extremely consistent performance. Plays off-meta in scrims so as not to reveal strats.

Clover - Main Healer. Can play any support, but Lucio main through and through. Suffers from Reddit Lucio syndrome, but usually good enough (or lucky enough) to get away with it. Loves to deny enemy followup. Peel master, boop god. PMA to a borderline-irritating degree. Gives great pep talks at half time. Tends to overcommit to strategies that are dead in the water; sometimes it's better to call it and switch comps while you still have time on the clock. Despite this, is opportunistic in the moment-to-moment sense and quick to capitalize on enemy vulnerabilities.

Flynt Coal - Lucio one-trick. I mean, come on.

Wukong - ??? Exclusively plays off-meta heroes and weird shit. Talented but remains on ladder because he doesn’t like the rigid structure of tournament play. Refuses to be confined to a single role. Hates role lock cause he can’t swap mid game anymore. Despite all this, somehow tends to be more of an asset than a detriment. Definitely a team player. PMA king. Occasionally finds legitimately competitive strata for underutilized heroes. Nutty with hammond movement, godawful with mines. Has the Winston skin equipped, of course.

Ilia - DPS. Popular streamer. Tried going pro for a bit, but didn’t like the schedule and retired shortly. Frequently plays with the community and does weird custom game modes for a laugh. Loves Daddy Rein Chases Tiny Torblets. Refuses to open loot boxes, much to the dismay of her stream. Plays Golfing Over It during long queues. Draws all her own custom emotes.

Watts - DPS. Mains Widow, Sombra; plays anything that lets him avoid ever actually engaging the enemy at close range. Thinks the game stopped being good when Sombra GOATS stopped being a thing. Spends all day on twitter heckling pro players and declaring Overwatch a dead game. Suspected of cheating. Considers himself a shotcaller but isn't very good at it.

Tyrian - Plays Junkrat and Roadhog exclusively. Thinks it's bullshit that the game doesn't have friendly fire. Thinks it's bullshit that Junkrat doesn't deal self-inflicted damage anymore. Master of the bounce shot. Tends to treat the game like a TDM and forget the objective in favor fragging out. Targets a single enemy player and tries to get them to tilt. Uses voice chat but only laughs. Never makes callouts. Trash talks in all-chat. Considers it a personal victory if he gets someone to rage quit.

Hazel - No Role. Doesn't really get the idea of the metagame; knows it's generally good to have a balanced team but thats about as deep as he chooses to go. Was one of the old guards of PC gaming but now that it's a mainstream hobby has to refuses to confront that he's hot garbage at them. Can't really parse everything that's happening onscreen in a fast-paced game like overwatch, so he just picks Torb (regardless of map or attacking/defending status) and uses the turret as a security blanket. Godawful turret placement. Still has a good time somehow.

Cinder - Main Tank. Likes the importance of the role, and especially the way her team has to follow her calls for any chance of success. A nice balance of aggression and craftiness, she makes a fearsome opponent. Callouts could be more frequent/detailed, but her directions are always good when given. Very susceptible to emotional ups and downs, and often takes out frustration on teammates. Takes losses very hard, gloats about wins. Happiest with an Ana pocket.

Emerald - Offtank. Would be much happier on DPS or Support, but desperate to show off and live up to Cinder's expectations. Sticks with her main tank except when it's absolutely necessary to peel for the back line. Tends to be overcautious with ults; she's good enough mechanically to earn them relatively quickly, but fear of whiffing one makes her reticent to spend them. Flawless bubble timing on Zarya.

Mercury - Support. Still considers Symmetra a support. Quick to whip out the blaster and try to fight off flankers instead of calling for assistance. Knows all the angles for a narsty biotic grenade. Plays as though he's got better positioning and backup than he does; frequently gets opponents to back off just by winning the mental game. Will let allies die on ladder if they piss him off.

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GRYPHONS

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OVERVIEW

Gryphons (also spelled "griffins" or "griffons") are carnivorous beasts on Looming Gaia. They appear to be big cats with the head, front legs, and wings of a bird. There are three main breeds: plains, northern, and jungle. The jungle variety has been domesticated and is quite common, but the other two are currently facing near-extinction.

Plains and northern gryphons are thought to be vicious predators who kill with reckless abandon. In reality, they are opportunistic scavengers who only hunt when easy opportunities run dry. They aren't likely to attack people as long as they're not hungry. Despite that, they have all the strength and speed of a big cat with the flight and vision of a bird, so it's still never a good idea to tempt fate by crossing their territory.

All gryphons are egg-laying mammals. They cannot fly until their 3rd year or so, and have a natural lifespan of two decades. Contrary to popular belief, they are not agile pilots who can fly for miles and miles. Gryphons can only fly short distances and struggle ascending, so mostly they use their wings to glide down upon prey from their perches. They will also flap their wings when trying to attract a mate. Gryphon feathers and eggs are powerful alchemical ingredients, which only adds to the species' endangerment.

PLAINS

Plains gryphons are native to northern Wokina and central Noalen, though they can no longer be found in Noalen due to poaching. They are solitary hunters who only pair up to mate, then females will go to a secluded place to lay their eggs and raise their young until their 5th year or so. These creatures were once the fiercest predator in the Buffalo Hills until the local ogre tribes expanded. Ogres have been purposefully killing the plains gryphons for centuries, believing they are bad luck and will steal their livestock. Plains gryphons are known to bring down big game like deer and buffalo alone.

Humans in this area have tried to domesticate these beasts in the past, but it seems they just can't be tamed like their smaller cousins in the jungle.

JUNGLE

As the smallest and flashiest breed of gryphon, humans were quick to snatch these creatures up as luxury pets. Wild jungle gryphons are a bit bigger and more aggressive than the domestic type, but even domestic ones are a lot of work to maintain. They require fresh meat every day, and if they don't have a large enough space to fly, their wings will atrophy and they become very depressed to the point of death. They are native to the Midland Jungle in Serkel and also the Jungle of Scales in Wokina.

In the wild, jungle gryphons are group-oriented and regularly groom eachother. Domestic breeds need daily grooming of their fur and feathers or else they will go bald with stress. They are the most vocal of their kind, beloved for their pleasant chirping rather than screeching or squawking.

NORTHERN

Northern gryphons are the rarest breed on Looming Gaia. They are native to the Shrieking Mountains in Noalen. There were many factors that led up to their endangerment, but the biggest was Evangeline Kingdom's conquest of the Blue Valley. Millions of peoples were pushed into the mountains by the kingdom's violence, and as a result the gryphons' territories were overtaken. Now they exist only on the most remote peaks, where few peoples ever dare to tread. This harsh environment has made them the largest and fiercest of breeds.

Northern gryphons are known to eat elk, rabbits, goats, and even peoples. Because food is so scarce in the Shrieking Mountains, they are the more likely than other breeds to hunt rather than scavenge. This has given them a bad reputation as bloodthirsty killers.

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Today’s reading in the ancient book of Psalms and Proverbs

for Saturday, february 29 of 2020 with Psalm 29 and Proverbs 29, accompanied by Psalm 71 for the 71st day of Winter and Psalm 60 for day 60 of the year

[Psalm 29]

A David Psalm

Bravo, God, bravo!

Gods and all angels shout, “Encore!”

In awe before the glory,

in awe before God’s visible power.

Stand at attention!

Dress your best to honor him!

God thunders across the waters,

Brilliant, his voice and his face, streaming brightness—

God, across the flood waters.

God’s thunder tympanic,

God’s thunder symphonic.

God’s thunder smashes cedars,

God topples the northern cedars.

The mountain ranges skip like spring colts,

The high ridges jump like wild kid goats.

God’s thunder spits fire.

God thunders, the wilderness quakes;

He makes the desert of Kadesh shake.

God’s thunder sets the oak trees dancing

A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches.

We fall to our knees—we call out, “Glory!”

Above the floodwaters is God’s throne

from which his power flows,

from which he rules the world.

God makes his people strong.

God gives his people peace.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 29 (The Message)

[Psalm 71]

I run for dear life to God,

I’ll never live to regret it.

Do what you do so well:

get me out of this mess and up on my feet.

Put your ear to the ground and listen,

give me space for salvation.

Be a guest room where I can retreat;

you said your door was always open!

You’re my salvation—my vast, granite fortress.

My God, free me from the grip of Wicked,

from the clutch of Bad and Bully.

You keep me going when times are tough—

my bedrock, God, since my childhood.

I’ve hung on you from the day of my birth,

the day you took me from the cradle;

I’ll never run out of praise.

Many gasp in alarm when they see me,

but you take me in stride.

Just as each day brims with your beauty,

my mouth brims with praise.

But don’t turn me out to pasture when I’m old

or put me on the shelf when I can’t pull my weight.

My enemies are talking behind my back,

watching for their chance to knife me.

The gossip is: “God has abandoned him.

Pounce on him now; no one will help him.”

God, don’t just watch from the sidelines.

Come on! Run to my side!

My accusers—make them lose face.

Those out to get me—make them look

Like idiots, while I stretch out, reaching for you,

and daily add praise to praise.

I’ll write the book on your righteousness,

talk up your salvation the livelong day,

never run out of good things to write or say.

I come in the power of the Lord God,

I post signs marking his right-of-way.

You got me when I was an unformed youth,

God, and taught me everything I know.

Now I’m telling the world your wonders;

I’ll keep at it until I’m old and gray.

God, don’t walk off and leave me

until I get out the news

Of your strong right arm to this world,

news of your power to the world yet to come,

Your famous and righteous

ways, O God.

God, you’ve done it all!

Who is quite like you?

You, who made me stare trouble in the face,

Turn me around;

Now let me look life in the face.

I’ve been to the bottom;

Bring me up, streaming with honors;

turn to me, be tender to me,

And I’ll take up the lute and thank you

to the tune of your faithfulness, God.

I’ll make music for you on a harp,

Holy One of Israel.

When I open up in song to you,

I let out lungsful of praise,

my rescued life a song.

All day long I’m chanting

about you and your righteous ways,

While those who tried to do me in

slink off looking ashamed.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 71 (The Message)

[Psalm 60]

A David Psalm, When He Fought Against Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah and Joab Killed Twelve Thousand Edomites at the Valley of Salt

God! you walked off and left us,

kicked our defenses to bits

And stalked off angry.

Come back. Oh please, come back!

You shook earth to the foundations,

ripped open huge crevasses.

Heal the breaks! Everything’s

coming apart at the seams.

You made your people look doom in the face,

then gave us cheap wine to drown our troubles.

Then you planted a flag to rally your people,

an unfurled flag to look to for courage.

Now do something quickly, answer right now,

so the one you love best is saved.

That’s when God spoke in holy splendor,

“Bursting with joy,

I make a present of Shechem,

I hand out Succoth Valley as a gift.

Gilead’s in my pocket,

to say nothing of Manasseh.

Ephraim’s my hard hat,

Judah my hammer;

Moab’s a scrub bucket,

I mop the floor with Moab,

Spit on Edom,

rain fireworks all over Philistia.”

Who will take me to the thick of the fight?

Who’ll show me the road to Edom?

You aren’t giving up on us, are you, God?

refusing to go out with our troops?

Give us help for the hard task;

human help is worthless.

In God we’ll do our very best;

he’ll flatten the opposition for good.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 60 (The Message)

[Proverbs 29]

The one who remains defiant after repeated reprimands

will suddenly be shattered, and there will be no remedy for him.

When just leaders are in power, the citizens celebrate;

but when evil people gain control, their joys become moans.

An adult who loves wisdom and follows its ways gives his parents joy,

but one who hangs out with women of the street will lose everything.

A king brings stability to a land with his justice,

but one who makes unjust demands brings it to ruin.

The one who flatters his friend

is laying a trap that will catch his friend’s feet.

An evil person is sure to be trapped by his sin,

but a man who lives right is free to sing and be glad.

The just get involved with the poor and know their issues,

but the wicked cannot comprehend such concerns.

Mockers stir up a city and inflame passions,

but the wise know how to put out the fire and ease tensions.

When the wise go to court against a fool,

there will be ranting and raving but no resolution.

Bloodthirsty men despise those who are honest,

but the just find a way to help them.

A fool does not think before he unleashes his temper,

but a wise man holds back and remains quiet.

When it is known that a ruler listens to the words of liars,

soon he will have only scoundrels for advisors.

A poor man and his oppressor have this in common:

the Eternal created them and provides both with light and life.

The king who is fair in his treatment of the poor

will see his dynasty continue forever.

Corporal punishment and correction produce wisdom,

but a child left to follow his own willful way shames his mother.

When evil people are free to flourish, sin is on the rise,

but the just will surely see their destruction.

If you discipline your children, they will make your life easier

and refresh your soul.

Where there is no vision from God, the people run wild,

but those who adhere to God’s instruction know genuine happiness.

Words are not enough to correct a servant;

even if he understands, he will not respond.

Have you ever met someone who is overly eager to talk?

There is more hope for a fool than for him.

If you indulge your servant from early in life,

in the end it won’t go well for either of you.

A hot-head provokes quarrels,

and one mastered by anger commits all kinds of sins.

A person’s pride brings him down,

but one of humble spirit has a firm hold on honor and respect.

Anyone who teams up with a thief must despise his own life,

for he is bound by an oath to tell the truth and yet refuses.

If you fear other people, you are walking into a dangerous trap;

but if you trust in the Eternal, you will be safe.

Many people vie for special treatment from a ruler,

yet genuine justice proceeds from the Eternal.

The right-living are disgusted by the actions of the unjust;

likewise, the wicked are disgusted by the ways of the righteous.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 29 (The Voice)

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Swedish Death Assembly Grand Cadaver Teases New Material with “Grim Eternal”

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

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Chapter 39: A Blanket Fort of Nonsense

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Cody burst from the shadows and into the streetlight, clothes sodden and dripping, thinning hair pinned to his face. His left eye was squinted by a swelling purple bruise and his lip had been torn open. His hands were bloody, half of them clutching his ribs. Furthermore, and most importantly, he’d lost his glasses. “The hell happened to you?” He stumbled forward, gathered himself, and put a hand on the streetlight to keep steady. “Ellie—have you been following me?” There was stagger in his voice as well as his balance. “Dude, no, I—” “Stop following me! God! I’m never alone! Why is everyone obsessed with me? It’s like, ew, I can feel you staring. Sorry. We were having a good time, and then I threw up on you with words. I’m so sorry.” He hunched over and vomited off the curb. “Ew. Anyway. It’s cool that you were following me. I get it. Sorry for freaking out. You’re like… my cool, wacky mom who’s younger than me.” My idiot son wasn’t done vomiting. I moved closer. “Cody, buddy, baby, your glasses—” “Sooo, here’s what happened. Did I interrupt you? Sorry. Don’t care. I mean, I do care, but, like, oh right, so, my glasses. So here’s what happened to my glasses. I was out with the boys.” Cody definitely met all of these boys no more than eight hours ago. “And we were at this club, then the song comes on, you know the one, and then I sing along, and everyone’s like ‘woah Cody we didn’t know you were bleeblerhblerhwhatever’ because I don’t, anyway, so this girl is like, ‘blerhblerh hey youuuerrr good singer me and the ladies going to a karaoke bar’ and I was like, ‘hell YEAH’ so I get in this van, and they’ve got like beads and shit and erm-ermpheta-amphetamines and at first I’m like, ‘naaaw dude’ but then they’re like, ‘yaaaw, dude’ and so I’m gonna, but they, so like, my badge, my fake badge, ‘aaagh oh shit a cop’ so I get the SHIT kicked out of me by this old guy and these three girls and this HUGE guy, and I’m coughing up blood but THEN the BOYS show up, drag me back to the first club, and then I’m like, to uh, the bartender, ‘hey can I a doubleblerhblerhblerh’ and she’s like ‘duude yourr fuckin face go to a mirror’ so I go to the bathroom and my face is straight fucked to shit, Ellen, and, uh, like, my glasses, where are they, not on my face, that’s where, but it’s party time let’s go beast mode so I pound a few with the boys and then they’ve got this shit that’s on fire but the fire’s purple but so like what the fuck and I get something called a curb stomp and that might be where I went wrong but anyway so me and Ian are outside wrestling and I’m punching him and he’s punching me and I punch him in the face and I hear this crack and I’m like oh shit I just fucked up his face forever bye so I’m running and the boys are chasing me and I think I lost them a few blocks ago? Who knows anyway I missed you.” His whole body began titling forward, and I put a hand on him to keep the pavement from flying upwards into his already sufficiently fucked face. “So, how many boys are there, total?” He counted on his fingers, muttering names to himself, lost count, swore, started again, and answered, “uhh… six?” Whilst contemplating my ability to somehow arrange the inconspicuous deaths of six people, what I had previously disregarded as over-vigorous rainfall turned to be foot steps fast encroaching. A man came into view from behind Cody, looking only half as frazzled but thrice as bloodthirsty. “HEY YOU! DEPRESSING HAIR GUY!” Cody’s eyes went wide as insert tired simile. He grabbed me by the shoulders. “I AM GOING TO DIE.” I took his wrist and bolted. I made it about five steps dragging him as a sack of half-blind whining meat before realizing we wouldn’t get anywhere. That he had managed to evade anyone at all was a miracle. The man tore Cody away from me and forced him against a wall by his neck. It all happened at once: I went for his eyes with my fingernails, he booted me in the shin, I took his ear in my teeth, he dropped Cody and kicked me in the ribs, I fell away with a bloody ear in my mouth, air having departed my lungs entirely. I thought sadly to myself, whoops Cody was right on this one. I clutched my ribs and curled up on the pavement. This massive pug-looking guy raised his foot to stomp the life from me when Cody’s fist emerged from the shadows like a hairy angel and, at the very least, distracted him momentarily. He recoiled his fist in pain, probably having shattered something if his agh! was any indicator. “I’m sorry. I’m very drunk and nerdy and skinny,” he said, wincing with every breath. Cody got himself socked in the gut. “Why are you doing this? I thought you didn’t like Ian.” “Your face annoys me. It’s a real punchable face.” Cody sighed. “Okay. I get it. So—” He stopped mid-sentence to vomit. The man raised his fist. “Nononowait! Just… thirty seconds. Oh my god. So, yeah, sorry about your shoes, and sorry about my face. It just came this way. And… you can punch it until it isn’t annoying, but please don’t hurt my dumb friend Ellen.” “Dude! She bit my ear off!” “Yeah, she’s really, really dumb. She’s so dumb that I bet she learned her lesson just from those ribs you broke. You don’t even need to break her legs or kill her. Also, she, like, only has one hand and stuff, and she’s like, super super short, so it wouldn’t really be a fair fight.” “You think I care?” Cody glanced down at me. “Ellen. Bernie. You gotta—” He was interrupted by another blow, but I took his meaning well enough. There was a scared little kid in danger out there, and this jowly cunt wasn’t going to stop me from finding him and then subsequently hugging him and never letting go again. I forced myself off the ground, drawing attention away from Cody long enough for him to just kick this dude right in the balls. He recoiled only just very briefly, which was nearly enough time to evade him, but not quite. He kneed Cody in the groin. I was on my feet and this point, and with a stroke of luck, managed to once again kick this dude in the balls before he plunged his fist into my gut. Everyone involved, at this point, was very angry and in pain. Unfortunately, drunk Cody lacked the manic superhuman strength of heroin Cody and even the admittedly subpar coordination of sober Cody, so our combined force didn’t amount to much. Fortunately, pug-boy’s testicles seemed to be in a pretty hefty state of distress, and I saw his determination begin to falter. Unfortunately, the pain only made him angrier, and the anger only made him punchier. “I’LL KILL YOU!” he screamed. I tugged Cody away. “You gotta run, dude,” I told him, as though it would persuade his balance to be more compliant. He tried his best. He really did. The large and shouting man was ever on our heels. I dug my fingers into Cody’s ridiculous flannel shirt and held on for (his) dear life. He stumbled on every slight abnormality in the sidewalk. Every bump, every crack, every shred of litter was a hurdle. In the seven years that we’d known each other, Cody had lost his glasses twice. Once after passing out at an otherwise underwhelming party to find them two days later sunk in a half-eaten nutrient slab, and the second time after accidentally leaving them at his then-girlfriend’s cell to retrieve them the following week when she finally found them behind her desk (one of many small unfortunate happenings that ultimately culminated in their breakup). Both times, their absence had put his life on halt. I swerved around a corner, dragging Cody, who’d become a tearful limping disaster. This wasn’t really the place to admit that I’d forgotten where I was. The hotel was definitely on the same plane of time and space as us, and if we were lucky, within the same ten mile radius, too. Finding it again was a matter of endurance and favour with our respective personal deities. Cody and I scrambled wildly from street to street, looping around familiar sign posts sometimes deliberately but sometimes definitely not deliberately and ultimately just getting ourselves more lost in an effort to lose slobbery hulking pug-boy. Cody was panting and heaving like he was in labour. I expected him to collapse at any moment, and I wasn’t entirely confident in my ability to lug around one hundred and twenty-four pounds of bored astigmatic stoner over my shoulders whilst also running for my life. As was to be expected at this point, a dumb idea occurred to me. I swerved into an alley, optimistically refusing to check over my shoulder, and flipped up the unfortunately crusty lid of a dumpster. “Hop over,” I said to a barely lucid Cody. His immediate reaction was to take advantage of the sudden interlude in our running to throw up. He had the good sense to wipe his mouth afterwards, at least. “What?” I slapped my hand against the dumpster in frustration. “The dumpster! Get it the dumpster!” He nodded slowly. “Dumpster… yeah… good thinking, Helen.” His eyes fluttered closed. I shook him by the shoulder. “I’m gonna boost you up, okay?” He nodded vigorously. “Boost me up, Scotty,” he said, drooling and struggling to keep awake. I clumsily took his foot with the one hand and propelled him upwards with all the strength of five determined meerkats. He tumbled into the dumpster like a sad domino made out of jelly. I followed after him and let the lid clatter shut over our heads, pinching my fingertips as it closed. “It’s dark and smelly in here,” whispered Cody. It was reassuring to hear that he hadn’t passed out. “It sure is, buddy.” “We have to find Bernie.” I took this matter very seriously. “Or die trying.” He patted his hand around until it landed on my shoulder. “Don’t die for a goat, Ella.” I shrugged. “Gotta die somehow.” He withdrew his hand. Time crawled by at a drugging pace. There wasn’t a comfortable way to sit in a dumpster. I waited, distracting myself with memories and hypotheticals, occasionally nudging Cody to make sure he wasn’t dead. After my awkwardly-positioned legs and the odd metal shape jutting into them became completely unbearable, I decided it was as good a time as any to leave. “Time to sneak out, huh?” It was hard to draw a coherent image of what his non-verbal cues might’ve been in the dark, but I assumed he was shrugging. “I guess,” he said. I slowly raised the dumpster lid. Cody’s arms flailed over the side and he dragged himself out, limbs moving in a fashion more akin to an octopus than a think-piece writer. “Oof,” he muttered, tailbone hitting the pavement. I followed after him, stopping to help him to his feet. “We’re good, right? Yeah. We’re good.” I glanced around, scanning every detail of our surroundings that wasn’t obscured by darkness. Maybe we weren’t good. There wasn’t really an effective metric by which to tell. “We’re so good,” I reassured him, making the mistake of patting him on the back. He shrunk away. “Agh! My ribs,” he whelped. “I’m so sorry. Oh my god. Are you okay?” He seemed stunned that I cared. “Uh… I guess I’m good.” He evidently was not good. “Like I said! We’re good! Totally good!” Cody pouted, lip trembling. He folded his arms and stared down at his feet. “I wanna go to bed,” he said, voice straining as is its wont before one breaks down into sobs. “I really just wanna go to bed. Where are we?” He sniffled and wiped his nose. “Everything hurts.” He kicked his toes into the side of the dumpster, biting back a sharp gasp of pain as the joints in his foot staggered and crunched. The dumpster didn’t seem to mind, much, at least. “I got beat up by so many different people. Is my face really that punchable?” Cody fixed his eyes on mine, waiting for an answer. His features were crusted with blood and tightened in just, like, the saddest frown. His already prominent eyebrows were spiked in odd directions by the fray and beaded with raindrops and sweat and blood. His busted lip had stopped bleeding but promised a scar that wouldn’t be, I don’t know, pleasant. The rainfall and the brawling had done nothing for an already unfortunate hair situation. The spots above his temples and on the back of his head where his hair had begun to abandon him entirely weren’t quite as obscured by the eccentric volume of the rest of his hair, having been flattened and soaked. The real essence of his punchability, I decided, came from his facial hair, which crawled all the way up his cheeks and down his neck and always looked vaguely unkempt in a flippant I don’t even care, I’m just so cool and aloof and stuff kind of way that really miffed some people. He just looked smug. And as long as we’re bashing Cody’s appearance, his ears were a little on the big side. On top of it all, he was naked without his glasses. Truly, the man who always resembled a sad, hipstery less-hairy ewok had become the saddest, hipsteriest less-hairy ewok ever to ewok sadly. He didn’t really need to hear all that. “Not at all.” Not to me, at least. “You’ve got a super normal face.” You’ve got weird eyebrows. I mean, I like ‘em, but, buddy… And your eyes are kinda sunken. “Don’t worry. You’re cute.” “I’m cute?” “Yes. Absolutely.” He sniffled. “But, like, just nerdy cute, right?” “Yeah. It’s the glasses.” “But I lost my glasses…” “That’s okay. You’re still stoner cute.” “Stoner cute isn’t a thing.” “Uh, yeah it is.” “Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Just, like, take a finger and fix your eyebrows.” He nodded and tried to smooth them into place. “Cool. Better.” I mean, his face was still bloody and swollen in places, but, eh. “Cool.” “Cool.” He sighed. “But, I’m not, like, hot, right?” “Eh.” He straightened his shirt. “Cool.” He swallowed another heavy breath to stop his quivering. “Cool cool.” Still unsure about his balance, I walked carefully and close so I needn’t reach far should he just, fuckin, like, fall right the fuck over. The buildings weren’t so unfamiliar now that they were more than just a blur in my periphery. We had made it more than a few blocks away from the hotel, but we hadn’t gotten ourselves as hopelessly lost as I had feared. We were just normal lost. “How bad’s your vision?” I asked. He looked down at me, face pale and still a little shell-shocked. “Like, bad.” “’Kay, but, like, bad bad or just straight fuckin blind.” “Uhh… I can’t read, can’t do details or things that are far away or things with small parts or operate machinery or coordinate well or grab things or write… uh… Actually, I probably could read if the letters were really big, but, uh, yeah. That’s it.” He would periodically reach to adjust glasses that weren’t there, dropping his hand sadly upon being reminded. Finding them became more immediately imperative than whatever other bullshit we were up to. Something to do with an organ harvester? Who knows. Bottom line was that Cody was, while not useless and still better company than no company (sixty percent of the time, at least), in very desperate need of his dumb thick-rimmed trendy-ten-years-ago glasses. “Can you still contact your optometrist guy?” “Optometrist? Dude, no, okay, shut up, it’s a good story, though, listen. So, I was walking… this was like, twelve years ago? Oh shit, I’m old… so, uh, I was walking… I already had glasses at this point, by the way. The school counsellor got me these shitty ones… anyway… So, I’m fourteen, walking on the docks, and there’s this bucket, and I’m like, oh a bucket, but then I got closer, and I was like, oh shit, this bucket is full of glasses. Mostly broken ones, right? So I’m trying them on, ‘cause, why not, and this guy starts yelling, ‘hey kid uuhhh so, like, that’s my bucket’ and he’s a scavenger, right? Because there’s like, also a bucket of shoes lying around and a bucket of tea strainers and whatever… So, I’m just grabbin a handful of not-broken glasses and running away because, like, I’ve just been coasting by at this point by cheating in school and I hold papers really close to my face… anyway… So, one of the pairs, like, work, I know, what the fuck, ayy, Mazel Tov, Cody can see. And, uh, yeah. I kept ‘em. Duh. The end. How have you not heard this story?” “I don’t ask you about—” “You don’t ask me about myself as much as you should,” he finished for me. He scoffed. “I dunno why, I’m preettyy interesting.” This wasn’t entirely true. The uh, me not asking him about himself part, not the him being interesting part. Actually, never mind, neither were entirely true. I felt like I knew more about Cody than anyone should know or care to know about Cody. There was a filing cabinet inside of my brain labeled ‘bullshit nonsense about Cody’s life’ take took up a vacancy once occupied by, who knows, how to negotiate a pay raise or how to budget properly instead of just hoarding money like a sad(der) Smaug. “You sure are, Cody.” “I bet that’s why I got beat up.” “Because you’re interesting?” “Because I’m interesting.” I nodded in agreement. That put a dumb short-lived smile on his face. He must’ve had some faith that I knew where I was going, since he didn’t seem to question it much. I was confident, perhaps (probably) over-confident in my sense of direction. It’s a finite space, I reasoned, and we can’t possible be getting further away. We could. In large, square-ish letters, the sign read INTERIM GARDEN HYPOTHESIS WAREHOUSE HOLE, flashing pink and accented with gold baubles. The door below was an archway woven with flowering vines and patterned ribbons, among them a smattering of just the most pretentious butterflies. The building itself was robed in an elaborate mural depicting a panel of dapperly-clothed animals seated at some sort of senate, all gathered below a three-eyed goat. The goat was crowned and sat upon a throne at the head of the senate floor. I felt viscerally unnerved. Cody squinted at the sign. “Yeah, don’t worry, it’s some Noam Chomsky magic realism boho nonsense,” I assured him. We’d arrived in some sort of strange hellish Halsey-esque plaza where the stores were either barren and abandoned à la zombie apocalypse or teeming with aesthetically-bohemian taken-back-by-the-earth-and-also-Portland life. Roses crept down from windows and thistles jutted upwards from cracks in the pavilion. Entrances were attended by delphiniums and hibiscus sprouting beneath fern umbrellas. Ventilation shafts sighed baby’s breath into the corridors and blew nettles amongst the ghosts and husks of furniture. Christmas bells hung from streetlights and lilacs pooled amidst a collapsed fountain. Geraniums and lavender and ominous oleander waved us towards the Warehouse Hole. It was all very eco-chic. Cody ventured further into the flowery nonsense strip mall. “The colourful stuff is flowers, right,” he said, unimpressed. Pink light glittered against the blood and rain that painted him. “This is dumb. Like…” He gestured wildly at everything. “This is dumb. Are we lost?” Yes. “Pfft. No.” “We’re gonna find my glasses, right?” he said, talking to a mannequin. “It’s our number one priority.” He stumbled trying to follow my voice. “Okay. Cool. Good.” “Are you gonna be okay?” “Who knows? Maybe.” I brushed my hand along a white bouquet of Star-of-Bethlehem. “You know what? Not a fan.” The flowers looked to be watching me leave, which was the opposite of an appropriate flower activity. “It’s bright, it’s spooky… not a fan. Uh, not on board with this one.” Cody lost his balance on a root curving up from the pavement, catching himself on a wayward clothing rack. “Haha. Walking: hard mode.” He puked into a corner of unsuspecting irises and daisies. Regaining his footing was a matter of crunching a broken window beneath his sneakers and nearly becoming impaled upon an unfortunately-positioned upturned signpost. “Ellen, uh, seriously, where are we?” Interim Garden Hypothesis Warehouse Hole. “A blanket fort of nonsense.” He staggered away from the broken glass. “Oh. I hate blanket forts.” Drawn by the flashing lights, he veered towards the entrance to the Hole. “Yeah, I don’t think we’ve been here. We’re lost, aren’t we? Uugggghhh, Elleeennn…” “We’re not lost! You can only get lost in the desert and in the ocean because everything looks the same. Everywhere else you can just backtrack.” “WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE ARE!” “YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!” “I’M LEGALLY BLIND!” I filled my lungs with pollen-dusted air, raising my hands in a calming arc, and sighed, ultimately doing nothing to lessen the tension. “Let’s just… go back the way we came, and figure it out from there.” “We’re going to the hotel, right?” “Hotel. Yes. Sleep. Then glasses.” I turned by back to the flowers, not without a pinch of regret that I wouldn’t sate my curiosity as to what the hell, I mean, just, like, what the hell, right? What’s going on here? The mural? What? Cody and I fumbled our way free of the Warehouse Hole pavilion. There seemed to be more flowers surrounding the exit than there’d been when it was our entrance. Watchful irises eyed our escape. The feeling of being spied upon lingered on the back of my neck. “Spooky, right?” “I don’t know, Ellen, my vision is shit right now, call back at a less shitty date, thanks.” The sign read ‘Zlotys St.’ but there was nothing zloty about it. A strange mingling of sprawling weeds and rain-freckled trash bags and masonry stained by a dazzling selection of mystery fluids coagulated, as it were, to form the district before us. Confused seagulls squawked overhead from the buzzing heads of streetlights. The first establishment past the plaza was a barber shop called Snippy’s which was attached to a laundromat called Swishy’s that itself was followed by a family-owned deli shop called Slicey’s. What humour! While the quirky fixtures of the city were as delightful as they were smelly, they remained unfamiliar and were of no help when it came to finding our way back. “You know, I should’ve bought a map,” I said, padding along, ducking beneath the odd awning to evade the rain. “You’re an idiot,” said Cody, who had had enough of life. “Nothing idiotic about being reflective of one’s past failings, amigo.” “You just never turn it off, do you?” “It’s called a coping mechanism, Cody. Look into one some time.” He sighed and picked up his pace, hand clutching his ribs as to, I assume, keep them from falling out of some open wound whose existence I wasn’t yet privy to. I caught up to him. “Are you good?” I asked. He remained visibly in pain. “I don’t know. No? Probably not. I just, ugh, I want to sleep it off, okay?” I frowned in pity at him. Whenever something adverse befell him on our dumb stupid completely necessary endeavour, I couldn’t escape my share of the blame. I was most worried in this moment that he’d finally gotten himself into a truly lethal pickle with those fisticuffs. Obviously, whatever happened, it was the boys’ fault, but obviously, it was really Cody’s own fault, but obviously, it was more than a little bit my fault for dragging him out here in the first place. “I know you’re gonna die no matter what and whatever, but I’d be pretty bummed if you died… soon…” “Thanks, I guess.” “So, please don’t die as a result of your injuries. The guilt would eat me alive, and it’s hard to effectively find a small, defenceless goat after you’ve been eaten alive.” “If you say don’t die or I’ll kill you, I will actually punch you.” Through the darkness and the downpour, it was hard to discern anything glaringly off about his appearance from the bored and tired norm. It was similarly hard to discern buildings we’d passed from ones we hadn’t. You could see the source of my predicament. I toyed with the prospect of returning to the Interim Garden Hypothesis Warehouse Hole for little reason beyond that it remained nearby and intriguing. “So, those flowers, huh?” I brought up out of nowhere. Cody scowled. “Hippies.” “But it was kinda neat, right? It was stupid—” “It was dumb as hell.” “…but kinda neat, though, right?” “I WANT TO GO TO BED.” I sighed and tugged my lips in a sympathetic smile. “Bed it is, Codes. Maybe tomorrow—” “Uugggghhhh, tomorrow suuucks.” “… after we find your glasses, we’ll, uh, we’ll pop by the warehouse.” The three-eyed-goat from the mural lingered on the back of my eyelids. Anything goat-related, at this point, seemed worth investigating. We turned a corner and Zlotys Street became a vaguely familiar cobbled road marked by a signpost that read Hellspring Rampart. To the right of us were brick-and-mortal buildings that stood as one long, undivided stretch of masonry, separated by interior walls rather than alleys. To the left was nothing but ocean. The sidewalk metamorphosed into the halfhearted suggestion of a pier underfoot. The black sky had waned into a dim grey and dawn loomed far off upon the waters. I knew Hellspring as the rickety cousin to the main docks where we’d arrived. I was confident that we were closer, now. “So, Codes…” “Ugh.” “What was the name of the club where you, uh… where you went?” “Uugghh… Uh… Okay. It’s called Boys Only Club, but it’s liiike, just the name. It’s not actually boys-only, right.” The whole situation was ruthlessly atypical of Cody. It was beyond strange for him to go out partying with strangers, let alone strangers of overbearing and loud masculinity. That was, until now, strictly my dominion. Of course, it was more than probable that the night’s unfortunate happenings had extinguished whatever curious appetite he might’ve had for the sort of debauchery he’d found. “How’d you end up there?” He scratched his head. “I probably walked.” “Yuh-huh. How’d you find, uh, the boys?” He made a sound that might’ve been a laugh, in a past life. “I have no idea!” His foot took a wrong turn and he nearly swerved into the ocean. I pulled him by his sleeve to my other side so I might act as a buffer between his shit balance and the sharks. “And what about, uh, those karaoke girls? What bar did you go to with them?” He gave me a long, condescending stare. “You think I know?” His glasses were lost as fuck. The brick buildings parted into the first alley we’d encountered for an irresponsibly long distance. It appeared as a long blue gash in the red walls. Banners and triangle flags and paper lanterns dangled on sagging strings overhead. A sign bolted in the bricks read LONG ALLEY. If you squinted, smaller letter inscribed below read *Beware rats; they’re not more afraid of you than you are of them. Quite the opposite, actually*. I shrugged at the warning. The end of the alley was bright and bustling, and the pier reached a dead end not far from where we stood. I decided on chancing the rats. Long Alley carried a thick, sickly, cinnamonny flavour in its breeze. Pipes coursed as veins along the walls, rusted and dripping. Cody trailed a hand on the bricks as he walked to keep from tripping again. The bricks soon gave way to doors and beaded archways into shops and things categorically near enough to shops to make no difference. Freckles of orange began to tinge the grey sky. “Hey Ellie,” said Cody with awkward, slow syllables. “What?” “You know what’s dumb?” “Probably.” “Well… I’ll tell you anyway…” He stopped, took hold of a low-hanging pipe, and threw it an accusing finger. “I can’t see or stand so good, but that is definitely a rat, and it is definitely following me.” The good and bad news was that he hadn’t been hallucinating from blood loss and exhaustion. The rat, a grotesque snow-white red-eyed creature of unusual size, glowered hungrily at Cody. It stood hunched on the rusted pipe, undaunted entirely by our presence per the foretelling of the sign. “Ohh, that’s a creepy baby right there,” I said, twiddling what few fingers I had in its direction. The rat stood still and stoic as a Buckingham Palace guard. “I don’t like you, pal. Don’t like those eyes,” Cody told the rat. “Go eat a cheese, ugly.” The rat wasn’t moved by his insults. “This is a nasty boy, Ellen. Let’s leave.” Cody shot the rat a venomous, knowing squint before shuffling along. The rat scurried across the pipes, following like a magnet. As we drew nearer to the end of the alley, more rats began to spring from the pipes and cracks in the mortar. Cody kept to the middlemost point between the walls, arms crossed crossly. Soon flowers began to wind down from the cracks as well, one for every new rat that bounded into view. My skin crawled. The alley spat us out into an overgrown pavilion bathed in the flashing pink light of INTERIM GARDEN HYPOTHESIS WAREHOUSE HOLE.

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(Ugh, sorry for this late reply! OTL I’ve been busy and whenever I sat down to try and write this message it would be bedtime before I’d even gotten halfway through)

If we want him to be happy the best, most plausible and canon-compliant choice is Saiko…yet Ishida’s been ignoring her ever since she told Urie she loves him ;-; #IshidaY

Correction: Ishida (like Shuu and Uta) is a picky eater. He’ll only eat human flesh that’s been steadily stewing in misery for at least a year, and the bitterest, saltiest tears are all he ever drinks.

Ishida’s eating habits being similar to Uta’s makes sense though, since he actually said he gave Uta some of his hobbies lol

Just stop hurting us, please…Ishida needs to redeem himself with Hide’s return as quickly as possible. Either that or something bad needs to happen to Furuta (if Rize somehow breaks free and eats him I’m sure at least half of the fandom would realize that they can, in fact, be satisfied).

Hmm, I was fine with Re up until this arc. Touken feels forced, shippy fluff and Mutsuki drama is getting in the way of the ACTUAL plot (even with all his trolling skills, Ishida cannot convince me that sex scenes and love triangles/squares are more important than how the Q squad is dealing with their trauma from the last battle, what Juuzou, Urie and other investigators are going to do now that they suspect Furuta is lying, how the rest of Goat is doing, what Uta and the Clowns are up to, and Furuta finding a way to, oh, I don’t know, BRING BACK THE FREAKING DEAD). It’s like Ishida has a really interesting plot in there somewhere, but he’s buried it beneath the pointless, badly timed romance.

As for Mutsuki, I used to be a bit 'meh' about them (I used to like them, and then I didn’t mind their backstory/the treatment they got at Torso’s hands simply because I got spoiled and knew it was coming from the very beginning, plus the parellels with Kaneki had me thinking they’d get a similar interesting development) but I’m starting to become more and more indifferent towards them because they just feel really flat now- a basic murder-bot, a copy of characters like Yuno Gasai. Maybe I’d sympathize with them more if their love for Sasaki/Kaneki felt a bit more genuine, but as it is, it seems lacking. It feels like we’re viewing Mutsuki from an outsider’s POV; not much about their actual feelings or thought process about the entire situation, just a bunch of crazy, yandere moments with a few

That AU…make it canon, Ishida. (jk, but seriously). I’m one of those people who won’t complain no matter how much the creators pile on the angst as long as it’s plausible angst (I’m afraid I’m a bit of a masochist when it comes to fandoms…) but I like to think of my favorite characters being happy for once ;-;

0/////0 TYSM ;-; You’re so supportive and sweet and just asdfj;lk (it’s not easy to reduce me to keyboard-smashing but I have a lot of feelings right now) <333 I’m still scared because there are two ways this could go (either I somehow get over my fear and do ok, which would probably be really good for the anxiety, or I just freeze the second I step onto the stage…which would probably make things worse) HOWEVER, for Queen Luna I shall do my best !!!! <33333 :D

But wait a sec…‘King’…

Plot Twist: I am the real One-eyed King

Also

‘Urie & Tumblr(Evans): A short story’

-Urie pretends not know what tumblr is

-Only he totally does

-It’s an addictive hole of darkness

-And Luna spends way too much time on it for his liking

-Ok, so it’s not tumblr he’s worried about, really

-It’s this guy called Evans that Luna keeps talking to

-And no, he did not just assume this person’s gender, he (ACCIDENTALLY) saw one of Luna’s messages to them calling them a ‘king’

-She never calls HIM stuff like that there’s only that stupid nickname ‘Oreo Cookie’

-Jealousy?

-N O

-That’s for the common folk like Sasaki

-Look, he’s just worried about his s/o ok

-Then one day he brings it up

-'The 'King’ thing was an inside joke of sorts’

-'Evans is a heterosexual female’

-R.I.P Urie, who must now admit that he was indeed jealous

(super awkward crack that suddenly popped into my head

And aww, I’m really so glad you enjoy the HCs ^^)

Me + a person with Shuu’s personality would be pretty hilarious if we managed to get along well. Since at first sight, I appear like this really quite and polite person who’s way too nice for their own good (sort of like an even more introverted and awkward version of Kuroneki), but with people I’m really close with I suddenly turn into Haise with all of his cringe-worthy moments- plus a little bit of dry humor and sarcasm.

Haven’t got the chance to listen to all of those yet but what little I’ve heard sounds lovely! The first three and Soldier Game are my favorites, I think :)

Give it a few weeks and I’ll probably be joining you in Idol hell…

Loki’s hair is actually as long/maybe longer than Thor’s in later movies tho XD but I’m glad Thor’s getting some love! A lot of fans just characterize him as this big blonde idiot who has no clue what he’s doing, when in fact he’s grown quite a bit since the first Thor movie, where he was a reckless, hot-blooded, proud and arrogant person who really did have no clue what he was doing…sort of like musical-verse Hamilton minus his book smart nature and power of speech (isn’t that a terrifying thought?). Never knowing when to shut up and back down, which is coincidentally one of the things that damaged his relationship with Loki- who is his opposite in almost everything.

Without spoiling too much, let’s just say:

Thor is the extrovert, Loki is the introvert. Thor relies mostly on his raw physical power to get the job done (though he’s much more diplomatic now than he was in his first movie), Loki’s power lies in his words (he IS the god of lies after all) and his cunning. Thor can sometimes be a bit thick about the emotions of those around him, Loki reads people like open books and manipulates them like puppets on a string. No matter how much Thor grows up he’ll still have a bit of his old hot-tempered, non-stop personality, while Loki usually prefers to wait for it until he’s sure of the situation.

Unfortunately, Asgard (Thor and Loki’s 'home’- though Loki doesn’t consider Asgard his home anymore) values courageous warriors over quiet scholars and sorcerers like Loki. They praise honesty and boldness; Loki’s lies and illusions make them uneasy and they see him as a coward.

Despite being a prince, Loki has spent almost his whole life being identified as simply 'Thor’s brother’. People tolerate him because he’s a prince and Thor’s Brother, 'friends’ hang out with him because he’s Thor’s Brother, few openly show that they dislike him becuase he’s Thor’s Brother. Heck, when he lands on earth during the first Avengers movie, humans immediately identify him as none other than Thor’s Brother. He’s spent his entire life in Thor’s shadow.

It’s a very Burr-Hamilton relationship, and you can’t really blame Loki for wanting to be in the room where it happens.

(Also, the daddy issues.

I mean, look at what Odin and Laufey did

(SPOILERS for first Thor movie)

What Laufey (king of the frost giants) did:

1: Abandoned Loki because he was a 'runt’

2: Didn’t just abandon him; left him outside in the freezing cold in the middle of a freaking battlefield

What Odin did:

1: He rescued Loki when Laufey abandoned him because he felt sorry for the child…and also because he was planning use him as a pawn to someday make peace with the frost giants.

2: was planning to never, ever have a decent, reasonable 'you’re adopted, but you’re just as much my child as Thor is’ conversation with Loki

3: 'Yes, frost giants are terrible, bloodthirsty creatures, they are completely irredeemable’

4: some years later- 'Am I…? 'Yes, you are also a frost giant’

5: it’s heavily implied that he, like most others, always paid more attention to Thor than Loki

6: 'FATHER! I could have done it! For you…!’ 'No, Loki.’ *lets his adoptive son FALL INTO AN ABYSS IN SPACE. Like, he literally just stands there, watching Loki let go and fall to his death (well, not actually death, but that’s what it looks like)*

6: 'Both of you were born to be kings’

Later: 'All this because Loki desires a throne…YOUR BIRTHRIGHT WAS TO DIE! As a child, cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, perhaps you would not be here now to hate me.’

I don’t hate Odin as much as the rest of the fandom seems to, and I do think he had reasons for doing what he did, but the fact still stands that he can be a massive hypocrite (tells Loki that he can’t try to take over the earth because they are no different from humans in the end, then tells Thor he shouldn’t date a human woman and calls her a 'goat’) and the things he did to Loki were just cruel.

Also, Thor, though he never wanted to hurt Loki, didn’t help. From what little we got to see in the Thor movies, it seems he also thought Loki was a bit weird for his quiet nature and interest in books and magic, usually refused to listen to anything he had to say, and just took his presence for granted most of the time so that he never realized how much Loki mattered to him until he lost him.)

Ok, so I’m trying to start the fic and I’m narrowing it down to Urie, Ken, and Shuu. I mean, the obvious choice is Urie since it seems like he’s one of your faves, but Heathers is a bit of a…graphic…story and while I’ve thrown in a bit of extra fluff IT WILL NOT BE A HAPPY FIC. So. Maybe you don’t want to see your favorite character hurt that way…

Also, because it’s HEATHERS, the story that’s set in a normal high school with absolutely no sci-fi or fantasy yet manages to be almost as dark as Black Butler, I guess I should put some warnings…

Slight yandere-ish behavior, murder, bullying, very vague mentions of self-harm and suicide (nobody actually does it or did it though), implied child abuse, sort-of-smut(scene cuts off right before anything smutty actually happens), and a ton of angst

(hint: it’s probably angstier than that thing I wrote about Viktor in a TG AU)

Is this ok with you?

Last note: Heathers and DEH both have a lot of dialogue to fill up the spaces between songs so you might want to either read the plots on wikipedia or talk with me every one or two songs so I can help explain what’s going on ^^

No worries ^^ I was a bit worried though, since I though you interpreted my ‘no new fandoms until the weekend!’ as ‘no messages until the weekend’

About the new chapter (127), has there been another time skip? Also, Shuu’s back! I’m sure you’re happy to see your hubby again (･ω<)☆ And I’m so proud of Naki ;-; My boy’s finally speaking properly.

#bringSaikoback #becauseHe’sEvilThat’sY

Wait, she confessed her love? Man, I’ve forgotten a lot of things…

Yeah, that seems about right… What a gourmet.

Mask making, then? or eating eyeballs, that also wouldn’t be so weird.

I want Hide to come back to life and become the next Jesus or something, saving absolutely everyone, because why not? I mean, he’s Hide after all. Rize eating Furuta would be enough to get me to read the manga again (I already am, tho, at least somewhat. It’s your fault)

Maybe Ishida’s trying to redeem himself by giving us all the lovey-dovey stuff? It’s a shitty redemption attempt, but still… and bringing back the dead certainly is an interesting way to advance the plot. hopefully it turns out to be a good one as well. hopefully.

i understand how/why mutsuki would fall for sasaki, but it was done in a very bad time and generally doesn’t fit with anything. id be a lot happier if they went murder crazy, but without the whole sasaki obsession. just let the guy be happy for fucks sake

You’re definitely a masochist. I mean, anyone who reads TGRe is (does that make me one as well…?). The AU is my pride and joy, the best idea I’ve ever had. I mean, just imagine it. Everyone being happy and enjoying life without suffering.

I’m sure you’ll do just fine ^^ I may not have anxiety but I do know the feeling of stage-fright. I mean, just a few weeks ago, I was at the japanese speaking contest and I still remember how badly I was shaking before, during and after my speech. I was so afraid I’d mess up… and I did! I did not understand any of the questions they asked me. Only later did I realise what they were trying to say, but in the moment, I was too scared to comprehend basically anything. However, I got through it, no matter how scared I was. So I’m sure you’ll do just as well, if not better!

All hail King Evans, the One Eyed King! Now go stop the fighting between ghouls and humans, please.

Yeah, Evans is a bit of a boyish name. My first association with it before I met you was Soul Evans, from Soul Eater, a guy. It’s also part of the reason why I was really afraid to write anything that might delude your gender, since lots of people get mad when people assume.

Jealous Urie would be one of the most hilarious things ever. He’s to awkward to admit it, which means he also doesn’t do anything about it. How fun.

But you still haven’t answered my question… Who would you pick to be your significant other from the other fandoms we share, like Kuroshitsuji, AoT or YoI? Or even the Avengers universe ;) You’re not avoiding it!

Honestly, Shuu is one of those people who get along with basically everyone, so I’m sure you’d get along with him. Besides, he’s empathetic, so he’d give everyone a chance to open up.

IDOL HELL! Join us...

Oh really? Well, I was planning on watching the first Avengers movie and the Thor movies today and tomorrow (and maybe during the next week), so I’ll definitely tell you my opinion, then ^^ But Thor has short hair in the new movie. I am definitely not satisfied =3=

The whole family has some huge issues, doesn’t it? (thor’s family)

I say Kaneki, because it’s not a happy fic and out of the three, I like him the least.

Sure, I’m fine with basically everything at this point. TG has ruined me in the darkness of itself (i don’t know what im typing anymore, don’t question me, please)

Okay, I’ll make sure to ask you about anything I don’t understand when I start listening to it ^^

#evans #submission

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