#but decided i'd leave the gore for another day

[gintrinsic-writing]

Redesigned

Inspired by this comic by mmelete, which is very cute and lighthearted! This short fic is not. CW implied body horror.

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It was there, at the end of the hall—a splash of color on otherwise gray stones. Monster remains lay scattered beneath as though paid in homage. 

“No way,” Hyrule exclaimed. “Is that painting supposed to be Legend?”

Warriors took care to step over a segment of twitching jejunum. “It certainly looks like it. I wonder who or what did this?”

“Other monsters, maybe? But… Hm.” Hyrule glanced around as though the answer to their little mystery might suddenly present itself, ears twitching back and forth. The hall remained empty.

“Paint’s dry,” Warriors remarked, brushing his fingers across the little blue hat, “so it can’t be that new.”

“But not old enough for the colors to have faded.”

“Right. So…” 

“So?”

Warriors spread his hands wide, dousing the curiosity in Hyrule’s stare. “I don’t know. It’s weird as hell, but not the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Creepy?” Hyrule teased, leaning like he might playfully bump Warrior's shoulder. For both their sakes, he kept a sliver of distance between them. “I think it’s kind of fun.”

“You clearly haven’t encountered enough fanatics,” Warriors muttered.

“Ahh, well.” Hyrule laughed awkwardly. “Should we move on?”

“No, let’s stay put. There are no immediate threats, and between Twilight and Sky the others should be able to track us down easily enough. There’s no reason to risk getting turned around or running into whatever killed these monsters.”

“Right. That sounds logical.”

“Don’t look so glum,” Warriors said with a smirk. “You can explore to your heart’s content when we’re all reunited.”

Hyrule huffed. “As if.”

“Enjoy the break, kiddo. If this dungeon’s anything like the last, we’ll find chaos by the end of it.”

Hyrule’s returning smile was crooked and dimpled. “Yeah, fair. What should we do in the meantime?”

“Meditate? Count rocks? Contemplate all of our past regrets? I don’t know, don’t ask me.”

“Lame,” Hyrule concluded, channeling Wind as he faked a yawn. He glanced back at the little painting of Legend again. “I think his bracelet might be off.”

“What?”

“Legend’s bracelet, in the painting. The stone is supposed to be purple, isn’t it? But the artist made it all black and red.”

Warriors blinked, reevaluating the painting. “It’s not exactly a masterpiece, Hyrule. So what if some of the details are wrong?”

“I don’t know, I’m just saying.” He tilted his head, trying to imagine all the ways his friend and mentor were different from this childlike rendition of him. Then, curious to see if he could, Hyrule reached out and scraped his fingernail across the tip of one of Legend’s ears. Flecks of skin-toned paint came away under his nail. 

“Well,” Warriors drawled wryly, “I guess it’s not cursed. Thanks for that.”

“Oh hush,” Hyrule answered without looking back. “I would’ve sensed a curse. Probably.” He grinned suddenly. “Hey, can I have your makeup?”

“No. Why?”

Hyrule began searching through his own bag. “The ears are too long, and the eyes aren’t the right shape. Legend’s eyes are more, um… almond? And I want to fix his fingers.”

“You’re not wasting my makeup on this.”

“It’s not a waste, it’s creative inspiration—ah ha!” He pulled a clump of charcoal from his bag, along with several blackberries. "It's not like we have anything better to do."

Warriors made a futile effort not to look amused. “What are the berries for?”

“Color. The juice won’t be exactly red, but it’ll do.” He leaned away from the painting as if to get a better overall study of it, then started scratching away at Legend’s eye. 

“You’ll chip your nails doing that.”

“Don’t care.” Hyrule stuck out his tongue as he worked, using the charcoal to sharpen the slant of Legend’s eye. Once he was satisfied with the shape, he smeared a tiny amount of blackberry juice where the iris should be. “See? Much better.”

Warriors outright laughed, which earned him a half-hearted glare. “Keep your day job, hero.”

“Oh?” Hyrule attempted to sound haughty, but thought he sounded constipated instead. “I’d like to see you do better.”

“... Yeah, alright, shove over.” 

They worked on the painting for nearly half an hour, using stones, berries, and some of Warrior’s foundation (“sacrificed for a greater good”) to edit things as they pleased. On a whim, Warriors added bunny ears to the top of Legend’s head, and Hyrule erased, redrew, re-erased, then re-re-drew Legend’s left hand. 

“Fingers are hard,” Hyrule complained, frowning as he compared the drawing to his own hand. “Like, what?”

“I can’t get his nose down,” Warriors muttered. “Why do nostrils look so stupid?”

“Uh, guys? What are you doing?”

They both jumped in surprise, whirling around to see the other heroes entering the hall. “Nothing!” Hyrule blurted, then immediately changed his mind. “Look what we found. It’s Legend!”

Warriors stepped away from the painting as if he’d had nothing to do with it. “Everybody okay?”

“Yes,” Time answered, frowning as the seconds passed. “Legend drew himself?”

“No,” Hyrule answered. “We don’t know who—” He blinked, glancing between them all. “He’s not with you?”

“We thought he’d be here, with you,” Sky said, gesturing to the Master Sword. “Fi said so.”

As one, they all looked at the painting on the wall—redesigned with different proportions, half its nose missing, its fingers lengthened and crooked, bunny ears sprouting from its head, lips stretched in a rictus, its single eye smeared with blackberry juice. 

The paint beneath Hyrule’s fingernails itched. He absently picked it out, startled by the wetness he could feel. He must’ve cut his quicks on the stone. There was no other explanation for the blood. 

[kpeanuts]

@tadc-funfair-au's Pomctober/Pomni Inktober Day 5 - @sm-baby's Carnival AU

WALL OF TEXT INCOMING

Hands down, no competition, my favorite AU to read and learn about as it unfolds. On the other hand, this might be the one that I am least proud of after drawing. I know I said that I'd come out swinging for Day 5, but I legitimately couldn't find the vision. I feel like I made so, so many mistakes just on this one alone. Ignoring the practical mistakes for a second, for some reason, I had such a hard time thinking on what I wanted to have as the setting. I thought of using Pomni's tent with her on the dive-board or on a pedestal you see the ringmaster standing on, then I thought in the bedroom hallway, and even after sleeping on it I still couldn't get it right. Eventually I just decided to draw sentient Pomni outside of Kinger's throne room (at least I'm pretty sure Kinger would have an ornate entryway to his room, idk). I'm absolutely terrible at drawing environments, interior or otherwise, only reason why I thought Day 3's background looked remotely good was because I was able to use the horror aspect of it to cover it up, but Carnival doesn't have the same attributes to use as a veil. But it's whatever, I can't bring myself to touch the file further since I know that it's just going to get worse.

I'm going to skip over Day 6 completely for two reasons: One, refresh my mind in terms of drawing TADC and do research for Day 7. Two, I don't feel like logging into Instagram (or twitter, which means that I'm going to skip over Day 10 as well).

Now, while I am going to stop drawing TADC and Pomctober for tomorrow, I've found another Inktober prompt list, Goretober. So I'm going to just do a few drawings for that one and warning people in advance that do not wish to see that kind of stuff: PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, GO SET YOUR FILTERED TAGS TO INCLUDE "cw: guro", "cw: blood", "cw: death" AND/OR "cw: gore"! I'll be including the Violence content label but this is just for good measure.

With that, finally, I'm done with the usual ranting. Again, I'm going to be posting a few very violent and bloody sketches for Goretober later on, so go filter out the tags I listed above by going to "Settings" > "Account" > "Content you see" > "Filtered Tags". Those posts won't be showing up often, and I might make an entirely separate blog in the future just to make sure that my usual content isn't mixed in with the mature. I shall leave you with that warning, and safe travels!

[the-toskaverse]

“Matches in the Snow”

This is my version of a hunger game novel with mostly original characters and crazy twists and turns!

Stay tuned to follow 16 year old Nokoa Fontaine as she takes on the 68th Hunger games! Please enjoy!

4K words. Proofread-ish

Warnings: cannon typical violence and death, blood and gore, child death, murder but I mean it is the hunger games so it shouldn’t be a surprise

i. The Reaping

Coming around the bend on an old dirt trail, Nokoa could already tell some of her goslings were dead.

The soft yellow goslings feathers that littered the ground were highlighted in the warm July sun. A soft huff escaped her lips, normally the Coyotes didn't leave a trace.

Nokoa brushed the dark hair from her shoulder before crouching down in front of the Goose that came running over once she got to the pastor. Salty air from the ocean near ruffled the feathers and her shirt alike.

"Sorry about the babies Ma." It seemed only about 3 of the goslings were unlucky in the night as she took a headcount of the remaining babies..

The Goose pecked at her fingers and boots for a moment before walking back to the small shelter in the clearing. A line of the goslings followed not far behind. And so did Nokoa.

She reached for the pack at her back and wrapped her hands around the goose feed. Breathing in the quiet serenity of the peaceful summer morning Nokoa threw the feed around and watched some of the curious babies waddle around her feet.

For a moment she wished that she could freeze this moment forever. The sun warmed her tanned face with the salty breeze that always reminded her of home, and the now satisfied squawks that filled the air.

The day was ruined however with the inevitable.

Placing the remaining feed back in her pack and re-slinging it over her shoulders. "Wish me luck, see you guys tomorrow." Nokoa finished and stroked the head of the mother goose.

With that she headed back towards the beaten path, away from the salty air and back into the center of district 4.

More people rose today with the sun than any other. Friends, parents, and families all seemed to be shopping around the district square together. Finalizing purchases for the big day.

How she loathed the love some of the community had for the games. Side stepping a peacekeeper, Nokoa kept her strides even around the market. Finally her eyes landed on the shop she wanted.

Her brothers and her ran a small business selling their catches and wears to the others in the districts. Both Reid and Theo Fontaine were 18, though they weren't twins even if Nokoa herself wasn't convince at times, and weren't in their shop window.

Must be out still. She tried to ease her mind for a moment, shoving her hands in her pocket as to not pick at the skin around her nails. The habit for which she was scolded by her oldest brother Reid for.

Though more times than not his own fingers were splotched and bloody. Nokoa scoffed at the thought and turned back around to head home if the rest of her family weren't home yet.

"They better not be late." The voice of a big, brooding girl rang out. Many onlookers spared one glance before deciding to mind their own business as a stink eye was shot their way. "Hate for the peacekeepers to get envolved. Especially on a special day like this." Blare threatened. Her shadow covered Nokoa's entire body and the rising sun say perfectly on her shoulder.

The large girl was the epitome of a career. Trained from birth and it showed, her wealthy important parents made sure of it. Though Nokoa couldn't keep up with the family drama, it always seemed to like higher. Maybe this year Blare would volunteer and leave Nokoa safe for another year.

"If I wanted to hear your concern I'd have to get the peacemakers dick out of your mouth first."

Nokoa kept her voice even and low so the spectators had to strain to keep the facade that they weren't listening. The comment earn a snicker from the older girls entourage.

"This year," Blare's huge paw landed on Nokia's shoulder and gripped hard. "Maybe I'll let them call out a name, and then when it's you I'll forget to speak up."

Nokoa scoffed but was smart enough to remain silent, a peacekeeper was already glancing over at the only conversation that seemed to be going on in the square.

"I always have next year to win anyways." With that she shoved off of Nokoa and returned to whatever cave she came from. If Blare would really volunteer for the games Nokoa's not to sure she'd miss her, a terror at school and in the world.

Too bad she's only brawn.

Nokoa rung out her shoulder and headed home. Soon she'd have to be back in the square, but not yet. Worried thought ran through her mind for a moment, could any of her family be picked?

It was both Reid and Theo's last eligible year, though Reid was unlucky enough that his 19th birthday fell only a few days after July 4th.

Tesserae also wasn't fractured into Nokoa's calculating mind. Being from district 4 had its perks. If you couldn't selling your catchings at least you could always eat it.

Entering through the front door of the house two familiar faces loomed up at her. Dark wavy mops sat at the top of each of the boys heads, the same identical rounded eyes as her own stared back at her. For them not truly being twins they could fool anyone.

"No catch?" She asked dropping her bag and toeing her shoes off at the door. Her parents when they were still around had a weird rule about shoes in the house. "I was looking for you at the square today"

"This one was too lazy, I guess I just caught too much for him to handle." Theo rolled his eyes teasing the oldest Fontaine boy.

"Don't believe fish lips over here Koa, almost went overboard with a large fish." Reid defended himself as stood bringing her attention to the stove.

Her eyes brightened and a smile spread across her lips. "When did you get the bananas for the pudding?" She asked joining Theo in the kitchen.

"That large fish," Theo started putting his sentence in air quotes. "Traded it away for you."

She laughed for a second before all 3 siblings were crowded around the stove looking at the special dessert. "We need something happy for today." Reid concluded. He stirred the old pot and blew out the burner underneath. Their mother use to make the pudding for the reapings, always something that remind her of the women.

"At least you're almost out." Nokoa spoke quietly getting bowls from a wooden cupboard. The exchange at the market rattled her a little bit. There was a small chance she'd be picked anyways.

"Don't say that." Reid's expression became hard and in an instant she wished she didn't say anything at all. It probably would hurt the two boys more if her name was called when they got out the following year. Reid's girl got reaped the year before, properly reaped with no one intervening and volunteering. She was a sweet small thing but definitely didn't live up to the career title.

Winning respect for your district. Though Nokoa wasn't sure if there even was a winner of the games. You die or become praised for being a murderer with no choice.

"You won't." Theo spoke confidently, he seemed to be convincing himself of it more than her. "Some idiot will open their fat mouths and they can be shipped off to the capital. As simple as that."

As simple as that, though was it really.

The pudding was shared by the small family in silence for the rest of the morning. She wanted to ask about their morning, their fishing trip, anything really to get all their minds off of the days ahead. Theo's spaced off expression did little to calm her nerves even after his words.

Strange, he could hide his anxieties the best with simple jokes. Clearly this morning weighed down.

Abruptly coming out of his thoughts, Reid rose from his chair and collected their bowls. "Get ready, both of you. Whoever's above knows that you could use it."

A dark blue dress laid on her bed for her. The floorboards squeaked as she came to the end of her bed as it always did. Some things were just reliable.

Like the dress, Nokoa could remeber her mother wearing it year after year. Her small hands would hold the hem of the dress as they watched the reapings together. Her brothers annoying each other behind the pair.

Nokoa could almost hear her father's voice, splitting the two with his own body. She'd give anything to go back to that moment. When her whole world was safe.

The year her brothers had to stand with the other 12 year olds she was barely 10. Though the hem of the dark blue dress was lower down now she still held onto it for comfort.

Nokoa wasn't sure how the thought of her finally being able to fit into the dress affected her.

Numbly looking into the small mirror in her room, she was a spitting image to the women she remembered.

Walking back into the kitchen both boys cleaned up nicely. A white and light green dress shirt hung off of their frames. Their father always was a little bigger but Reid filled his out pretty well.

"My lady," Theo intertwined his arm with hers and started for the door. "I'll be your escore so the boys don't come running because for once you look half decent."

"Haha," She laughed sarcastically paired with an eye roll. With a glance back Nokoa extended her left arm to her other brother who watched them with a smile on his face.

The trio walked up the path to the town square, arms crossed and a weight leaning on their shoulders they didn't look back at the creaking house.

"See you after Koa." Reid rubbed a hand at the base of her neck. She could tell he thought about ruffling her hair but decided against it.

Theo wasn't as concerned as his big palm smacked her hair. "Yeah and then you can help us lug the fish to the shop. The extra smelly ones already have your name on it."

She batted his hand away and embraced her brothers one last time before he watched them go and stand with the other 18 year olds at the back of the boys designated side of the square- one more year and the worry would be over for them.

Nokoa slipped through the girls crowd. Coming to stand next to the kind face of Silas. The only girl her age that was halfway decent. Silas was a little taller, though didn't have nearly as much muscle mass compared to Nokoa. Based on appearances alone you could tell that someone like Silas wouldn't volunteer willingly.

"Happy hunger games." She said with a smile and a small bump of her shoulders. She didn't let Nokoa get a word in before she rushed into talking again. "I think Blare would have a good chance this year, of course the other tributes are a mystery, the arena and basically everything else. What if she doesn't even volunteer, I mean all that talk for nothing-" Nokoa turned her attended back to the stage that was being set up. She was use to tuning out the other girl. Maybe that's why they were only really 'friends' at school.

Commotion and shuffling of feet were heard somewhere over Nokoa's left shoulder. It wasn't until a big shoulder found its home in her shoulder before she decided to finally turn around.

Blare and her posse pushed past the other girls to stage along the other 17 year olds just behind where she already stood.

"Good luck." She sneered. Her voice dripped with something that Nokoa could barely place. Pure joy.

A smirk found her lips before a fat finger found its way to Blare's lips and she pointed to the stage. "Shh It's starting."

An elderly woman made her way to the stage, a dramatic hunch caused her to rely heavily on a bedazzled walker. She, as Nokoa concluded, could have totally avoided the painful bend if she only stopped wearing pounds of jewelry. Laciatus Stafford assumed her spot on the stage as the Mayor.

Next to appear was what Nokoa assumed to be their capitol escort and the one to draw the names. It was an older man, though not nearly as wrinkly as the mayor. He stood with an air of confidence as he adjusted his completely sparkling dress suit. The white of clam pearls blinded most of the younger children in the first row. The man's hair was spiked going in every direction and was probably about 6 inches in length each. Hidden behind a huge diamond and chain was the man's crooked pale nose. Nokoa couldn't place a name to his face, and hopefully she wouldn't find out.

Peacekeepers lined the stage as finally the show of importance was almost over. A younger looking man, correction, it was definitely still a boy, with blonde hair and a tall muscular build stood to the end of the stage. He flashed a sly smile to the crowd and gave a small wave. Though Nokoa couldn't miss the contrasted look he flashed to the older women who followed him up the side steps. Her gray curls poofed in all directions and the kind eyes of the women landed on the smaller faces peering up.

The previous district 4 winners: Finnick Odiar and Mags Flanagan took their spots on the far right of the stage.

The Anthem of Panem blared over the speakers on the sides of the impromptu wooden stage. Nokoa watched as some of the youngest kids in the front rows jumped from the unexpected noise. For a moment they squeaked and grinned her ears and Nokoa fought the urge to cover them.

Thats disrespectful to our nation. The peacekeepers would say. Blocking out the beautiful anthem? Unacceptable.

The justice building with its large sleek marble columns trying to emulate a period before, or at least it resembles what Nokoa tried to learn in school once, stood looming behind the stage.

The sun, now almost risen into the sky , still caused the justice building to cast a large shadow over the square. Over all the onlookers. Over all the district citizens.

A projection of the dark days came next. She could almost see the slides even if she closed her eyes. Finally the brutal noises of the reminder of the districts failed rebellion stoped and the annoying frequency of a microphone being tapped didn't give the ears any rest.

"Welcome everyone!" Spiky hair shinning man spread his arms out wide, inviting. "I, Dendron Rosewood, am here to present to you the reaping for the 68th Hunger Games."

Oh so that's his name.

Two peacekeepers made their way but the sides of the stage to place two glass fishbowls in front of Dendron. "Thanks you boys now who's ready to let the fun begin."

The crowd was dead silent. Nokoa could see some of the younger kids in front of her looking around at one another. Though there always was a hotshot kid with an air of cockiness about the games. This was created by being from a Career district. They'll learn.

A bead of sweat rolled down Dendrons temple however not induced by the summer sun.  Quickly changing gears he started to reach for the first glass bowl. "Ladies first is what I was always taught, let's see who the lucky lady is."

Nokoa so desperately wanted to go up there and punch the stupid smile off his face, or just burry her head to block out the comments from Dendron that didn't land with the audience.

Five times. My name is entered only 5 times. Nokoa reasoned in her mind for a moment. Her pointer picked at the skin around her thumb for a moment.

He reached a pearl clad hand into the clear bowl, the gems clinked and scraped against the glass. He flashed a smile at the crowd before solidifying a fate in the palm of his hand. In what felt like slo-motion he pulled out and unfolded the slip of paper.

"Nokoa Fontaine."

Her breath caught in her throat and she almost lost the ability to stand altogether. She first glanced up to the stage, eyes landing in the man who had just announced her doom to the games. Dendron looked expectantly to the crowd, possibly waiting for the added drama of a volunteer.

Taking a few shaky steps Nokoa first looked back toward where her two brothers stood. She watched as Reid rapped a strong arm around Theo keeping him back and his mouth shut.

Fear overtook her for a moment as a thought dawned across her mind. She mouthed a hard 'don't you dare' to her brothers horror stricken faces.

If 2 of the remaining 3 siblings entered the arena it would be worse than just her being lost to history.

Shoving pasted the other girls Nokoa tried to make her way to the stage. Within 3 steps her path was interrupted by the hulking hand of Blare once again pressed to her shoulder.

"What are the odds." She whispered into her ear.

Though she was from a well respected family, who normally spent a lot of time in the capitol for being born district, there wasn't any way she could have done something to the drawing. Right?

The stairs creaked under her weight as she quickly climbed them. Both previous victors gave her a small nod and an expression that could be read as pity. Nokoa was sure that by now all the color was drained from her once sun-kissed face.

"Now who will be joining Ms. Fontaine hmm?" Dendron asked giving her the tiniest glances back, not truly worth his time she was guessing.

Once again is lanky arm reached into the bowl and clanked around a few times. Nokoa could barely pay attention with the blood rushing around in her ears and her heartbeat going a mile a minute.

Dendron's voice though it seemed underwater at the moment to her called out the second district 4 boy

"Kit Alesky"

Before Nokoa could register the name a hand shop up in the crowd.

"I volunteer as tribute." An older looking boy about a row or two in from of Reid and Theo called out into the crowd.

Great. She thought as once. A cocky know it all who most likely will kill her 10 seconds into the game.

The older boy puffed out his chest and stuck in chin more into the air. Some of the fellow kids patted him on the shoulder and gave him curt nods. As he made his way to the stage Nokoa could finally get a good look at him.

He was quite tall compared to her with a strong build from hard work, no doubt paired with the training provided by the capitol. His dark skin shone in the sun and the dark curls making a halo around his head were barely moved by the salty breeze.

"What is your name sir." Dendron gestured to the mic with a smile.

"Koi DeCastello." He spoke firmly with a nod. He didn't have any expression on his face, which striked Nokoa as odd since most volunteers were convinced that they would win.

"Well there you go lady and gents you're two tributes from district 4." He tried to start a slow applause which some people join but most just looked ready to leave. Ready to go home once again as they guaranteed they survive another year.

"May the odds be ever in your favor."

With the conclusion of the ceremony the others waiting on stage quickly made their ways to the exits, only if you could call Mayor Stafford hobble hasty.

Nokoa's eyes locked on that of her remaining family. Both boys still stared at her, their wide eyes no doubt were identical to her own.

Reid and Theo both were lead away from the square a back behind to the Justice Buildimg.

A final goodbye.

Would it really be the last time they would see her, would the two boys need to cope with another family member gone?

She herself was then gripped on the arms by one of the peacekeepers and shoved rather harshly to the side steps of the stage. Behind her slightly the loud voice of Dendron Rosewood projected around the now deserted area. Clearly he didn't really need the microphone. It was something about Koi volunteering, though she wasn't to interested in listening.

She's seen Koi around in school a lot. With him being more popular he remained a reserved him when by himself. Koi was strong sure but he didn't seem the volunteering type.  During the reaping his father much like Koi himself rose his chin a little high once his son volunteered and spoke quietly to the people beside him.

Opening the doors to the Justice Building Nokoa wasn't no time flinging herself into the arms of her family. Reid's large had cupped the back of her head and her face buried in between both of the boys.

"It'll be okay." Theo spoke into her hair, both seemed to be shielding her from the outside world. As if the capitol didn't know she was there this whole nightmare would soon be over and the trio could go home to the rest of the banana pudding.

She was sure he was trying to convince himself along with her. In a moment Reid pulled back and took her right arm in his hand. With his free one he rolled up his dress shirt sleeve to reveal a plethora of leather bracelets.

He quickly slipped a chunky braided one onto her wrist, his favorite, their dad's favorite once. Taking the example Theo slipped his own bracelet made of thin rope with a dull fishing hook incorporated into the design.

Nokoa could almost see the memory of when he was younger parading around the house after he finally learned to weave the piece of rope.

Looking down her eyes welled up but were wiped away by her oldest brother. "You can do this." He made her eyes meet his own. "Show them who you are."

"Trains here kids." Dendron's voice carried, maybe now on the train she could wipe that smile off of his face, what else did she have to loose.

Her eyes went to the spiky haired man and then fell onto her fellow tribute who stood all alone. He glanced at her for a second and when he caught her eyes his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Her brothers embraced her once again, the smell of salty hair mixed with the warm spices of home made her want to grab on tighter and never let go. A peacekeeper came to break up the siblings and start to try and corral her to the waiting train.

For a moment she could only watch as both Reid and Theo were starting to be ushered out of the justice building. Reid however put his hands up for a moment and quickly made his way over to Koi.

The peacekeeper grumbled but allowed it to happen quickly. Reid stuck out his hand for the other boy who only happened to be about 2 years younger than him. Koi glanced up at him with glass eyes and returned the gesture.

Reid quickly pulled him into a hug and patted his back before breaking away. Word were shared between the two none were audible to the rest of the room.

"We don't have all day you too." She was already staring to get sick of Dendron's voice and wasn't sure if she could avoid him for the whole trip up tot he capitol.

Sparring one last glance at her family and her old life, she was forced to leave it behind and walk into the unknown. Utterly scared and utterly alone.

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Here I’m just tagging some people who seemed to be interested in this series (if you want or not want to be tagged for future parts please let me know!)

@sugutoad @wagyusaichi @nixandtonic

[batmanfruitloops]

Hi- I'm addicted to Arkham and how it works-

I'm curious about two things-

How long everyone's imprisonment is supposed to be for their crimes and how their relationship to the doctors/Jeremiah Arkham or Hugo Strange is :3

Have a good day!!!

The length of their imprisonment is actually a bit tricky to answer, but I'll do my best:

As we've stated, a big part of the main au is that Batman and the Joker don't intend to send anybody to Arkham. For those who need help, they need a better facility for that, and for the criminals, there's should be a better jailing and charging procedure.

So, the only way the rogues would end up in Arkham is if it happened before Batman and the Joker could stop it. In this case, the alternate timeline starts with Scarecrow and the Riddler being taken into custody by Batman and the Joker. Usually, Batman and the Joker wouldn't actually hand over the rogues (again, ones that have any saving graces). They always let them get away. But for whatever reason, they do get handed over to Gordon because another crime is taking place that they cannot ignore. Gordon does his best to stall for Batman, but the rest of the force comes to the conclusion that they need to be sent to Arkham. Jo and Ed were uncomfortable, yes, but Batman had made it clear that they wouldn't end up in Arkham. He wouldn't let it happen. But Batman and the Joker continue to be kept busy. And soon enough, Jo and Ed are being driven to Arkham. It sinks in:

Batman and the Joker aren't coming for them, are they?

I don't know much about how one decides how much time someone needs in a facility, but I'd assume they'd (supposedly) get treatment for their "mental ailments" before being charged for their crimes? That said, this alternate timeline probably only takes place over a 3 to 6 months. So the length of their imprisonment should probably be longer if it finished, but it doesn't. Bruce and John are stressing over their stay in Arkham becoming longer and longer. Bruce doesn't want to have become a liar, but he also feels the need to prioritize what else is happening in Gotham. They're in Arkham, it's not like they're going to go anywhere.....

As for their relationship with the doctors, we don't currently have a Jerimiah Arkham (Although we might later if we learn more about him and feel inspired) and Hugo, well...he's not exactly a patient favorite.

Hugo enjoys tearing people's psyches apart and leaving them a shell of themselves. The more strong-minded/determined/resistant someone is, the more he enjoys his work. He is also not above physical violence, and is very unphased by gore and viscera. He's the type of person who'd cut himself open just to see the bodily layers functioning. Nobody knows anything about him before being a doctor at Arkham either; something that Ed desperately tries to find out to gain leverage on Hugo.

Lyle Bolton (no current design, but he is present) may not be a doctor, but he's also important in this timeline. He also enjoys harassing the rogues, especially someone like Ed who can't hide his pain well or dissociate. Again, Hugo doesn't care what he does so long as they aren't dead in the end.

To be a bit more specific about how each of the rogues react to their treatment in Arkham:

Jo - he's been through a lot of pain and needing to put on a face. He doesn't get put in solitary until Hugo is able to push him past his limits, and the easiest way to do that is to go through Ed. Then Jo and Hugo are basically in a battle for control/sanity. Jo refuses to break, and Hugo refuses to give up on him. Other staff might be terrified of how feral Jo becomes, but not Hugo. Jo's only motivation is hearing the updates Hugo's taunts him with about Ed.

Ed - he's absolutely terrified about being in Arkham. It's not clean, it's not safe, there's no escape, and it's terrifying. Jo was his anchor until they're separated and Ed does his best to figure out Jo's condition and how to get out. Usually he could deflect fights away from himself by his use of words, but deflection doesn't work on Lyle or Hugo, so that's devastating.

Jervis - though he doesn't get put in Arkham until later, he and Ed become friends quickly, giving them both some much needed company. Jervis also tries to defend Ed like Jo did, but it becomes harder once he's put into a straight jacket for "insanity and potential of harm to others and oneself" and his maladaptive daydreams are much more pleasant than where he really is.

Harvey - I don't believe we've mentioned him ending up in Arkham in this timeline along with the dorks, but he does. Based on the main timeline of events, he'd have been put in there first, actually. Harvey does his best to stay in his right state of mind, logical and just. He protects any inmates he deems innocent, and attacks those he deems bad. Hugo took away his lucky coin though, so he can get stuck when deciding whether or not to act on his impulses.

- Sarsee

a bit less important, but in the Arkham timeline, Waller reaches out to Hugo for help figuring out how to exploit a certain rogues powers, only for said powers to be ruined in the process...I wonder who it could be? :)

(I started getting a bad headache finishing this post, so I apologize if some written parts make more sense than others - I can try to explain anything confusing in the comments)

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Set in sand - Chapter 23

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

Previous chapter - Next chapter

Word count: 3.5k

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns

A flash of gray hair in the corner of your vision catches your attention and you look up from your rifle. There hasn't been an opportunity to use that weapon yet, but you were playing with the thought of practicing with it.

Lately you haven't had the time to build a makeshift training ground and you don't really need one for your handheld gun anymore. Besides, you rarely take the rifle with you when you leave the camp, but it would still be smart to get somewhat familiar with it.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you?", Hosea asks and you hastily shake your head with a smile. You could never say no to his company.

"Not at all.", you answer and with a grunt, he sits down next to you. A sharp cough escapes him, but he quickly catches himself again. His eyes are set on the rifle that you're inspecting. "Is that one of the weapons Lenny and Arthur stole from these Lemoyne Raiders?"

"It is. Lenny gave it to me, but I haven't used it yet."

"Well, do you know how to shoot a rifle?"

Before answering him, you bite on your lower lip and lean back into your chair. "Nope."

The older man let's out a thoughtful hum as he nods to himself. "The way things are going, I think you might wanna change that."

He's absolutely right. It seems like every single front is closing in, leaving the gang no room to run away or even take a  breath. With the Pinkertons, O'Driscolls and other people on your tail, you will need all the firepower you can get.

A sigh crosses your lips when you wonder about how long it will take for you all to be driven away from Saint Denis and Shady Belle. Yet another state you will end up wanted in.

"Dutch's gut feeling is saying that we can make it big this time.", Hosea rips you out of your thoughts and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at his words. "And I must agree."

"Do you mean the bank?", you ask, watching his features move as his mind works. You have heard talk about robbing the city bank, but nothing concrete.

"Precisely. We're working on a plan right now." He proceeds to tell you about some distraction he will create in order to draw all the lawmen to one spot. That way Dutch and the others can slip into the bank without worrying too much about getting caught.

Once he's done explaining the finer details to you, you nod. "Sounds good."

"I was thinking about going to Saint Denis today to scout for a good spot. Are you busy?" Something flickers in his eyes as he asks the question, a mix of anticipation and delight.

"I'd love to!", you say, faster than intended and you clear your throat. Quickly, you rush to your tent to store away the rifle and together with Hosea you make your way to the horses.

The ride to the city is filled with friendly chatter. It's mainly Hosea telling you about the stuff the gang used to get into back in their early days. He's a fantastic storyteller, always having your full attention.

There is so much you'd want to ask him, but decide that it's better to keep your mouth shut. You'd like to see if he knows about Arthur's son, Isaac. The outlaw hasn't told you anything besides the fact that he existed and died, but you don't want to push it. You shouldn't.

It's already a huge deal that he mentioned it to you in the first place, considering he's such a closed off person in general. Even when you believe that you know him and have him kind of figured out, you don't. But you're not any better.

Arthur doesn't know who you are or where you're from, but then again, the person you used to be is long gone.

"So I heard that you and Arthur got into a disagreement the other day?" An involuntary scoff escapes you and you immediately feel bad when Hosea gives you an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"No, no, it's not that. I just didn't expect for it to get around like this.", you answer, letting your gaze wander around. "But we're on good terms again. Arthur and I, I mean."

Another thoughtful hum can be heard coming from Hosea. "That's good to hear. The boy needs some time with these things. I'm not telling you to put up with all his bad habits, but I want you to know that he cares."

"I know." A soft smile creeps up your face as your mind begins to be flooded with images and thoughts of the outlaw.

"He might not be what one would call a chivalrous gentleman, he's far from that mind you, but he's loyal and good when it counts."

The topic of Arthur and your complicated relationship with him soon dies down the deeper you ride into Saint Denis. "I was thinking to look for something as far away as possible from the bank.", he suggests.

"Do we already know what the distraction is supposed to look like?", you ask, giving him a curious look and the ghost of a smile hushes over his face.

"Lenny and Arthur didn't only get weapons from these Raiders. They brought some explosives too."

Your eyes widen in shock and you whip your head around to face him. "You want to blow something up?"

Hosea throws you a warning look and you quickly close your mouth. Your voice had come out too loud. But surely they won't be using all of the explosives the two men have stolen from Shady Belle? It's enough to destroy a whole building.

That's when it clicks in your mind, the last puzzle piece falling into place. They in fact do plan on blowing up a building. That would be enough to draw out every single police officer in this damned city. A shiver runs down your spine when you imagine the consequences.

"That's quite a big thing though. If we get caught..." The rest of your sentence is left unspoken, but there is no need to finish it. It's obvious, judging by the man's expression, that he's aware of the risks. These are some high stakes.

"We have a plan and any plan can work out just fine if executed properly.", he argues with his gaze fixed straight forward at the road. That might be true, but so far the gang has had some bad luck regarding all their plans lately.

Valentine wasn't supposed to escalate. Rhodes wasn't supposed to escalate. Now this? You understand that you need more money, one last big score to be able to finally leave this place for good, but it worries you. If anything, and that could be the tiniest thing, would go wrong then it might end up worse than Blackwater.

But you don't voice these concerns. There is no need to plant doubt. If you all do it with enough confidence then the chance of success might become higher.

"So this distraction.", you start, scanning the street to make sure no one can hear you. "What about the civilians?"

"I was thinking about an abandoned warehouse or something like that. Of course we won't be able to eliminate the risk of anyone getting hurt entirely, but we can narrow it down."

It leaves a bad taste on your tongue, but you don't argue it. After a few moments of silence, Hosea goes to hitch up his horse on the side of the road and you do the same. He stretches his back with a groan and looks around.

"How about we split up for now and ask around individually? If anyone asks questions, tell them that you're looking for company storage."

You nod and watch him disappear around the corner. This part of the city is filled with warehouses and factories. The air here is even more difficult to breathe in, but it's only today that you have to linger in this part of the city. Hopefully.

As you walk around, trying to find someone who looks like they could give you the answers you need, you spot a familiar mop of curly blonde hair. It's the same face, the same dimples and the same dashing smile that you have seen at the saloon with Sadie before Arthur stomped in so rudely.

Instead of the worn set of clothes from that night, Jim is wearing a neat three piece suit. It fits him more, but at the same time he looks kind of out of place and uncomfortable in it as if the fabric is made out of a sturdy material.

Without him noticing it, you walk up to him and tap his shoulder. "Excuse me, kind stranger."

He turns around in a swift motion and his entire face lights up in recognition when his bright green eyes fall on your form. Something shifts in his demeanor as if a burden has been lifted from his shoulders.

"It's so good to see you again!", he exclaims with excitement, but then his expression changes into a worried mask. "I hope it all turned out fine with your friend."

Heat rises up to your face as you think back to the scene Arthur had caused. Remembering it still fills you with embarrassment. "Yes, we talked it out. It's all good now."

"I want to apologize again. I had no idea that you were...", he stumbles over the last few words, struggling to finish the sentence and you wave it off.

"Don't worry about it. Him and I...it's a complicated situation."

"I understand." Something similar to relief seems to wash over him. With the conversation slowly dying down, you begin to awkwardly step from one foot to another.

"Would you like to have a drink? Coffee or tea maybe?", he then asks and you offer him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, but now is not a good time."

His eyebrows shoot up and he quickly raises his hands, looking almost embarrassed. "Oh, no, I didn't mean anything by my offer! I just thought that-"

"No, don't worry. I know.", you interrupt him with an amused chuckle. "I actually don't have the time right now. I'm here on...a business matter."

Jim studies your face, visibly interested by your statement. "Business, you say? I didn't know you were a business woman."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Jim."

"Touché and it's James. My name is James." It only makes sense that he didn't use a real name back in the saloon, but this isn't the best fake name either. It's not a difficult task to connect these two together, but you don't comment on it.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, James.", you say, getting a cheeky grin out of him. He fidgets with his hands as his gaze wanders around the tall buildings surrounding you.

"May I ask what business you're here for?", he asks and you cross your arms infront of your chest.

"I'm looking for storage." It doesn't make you feel too good, having to lie to him, but it's not like you have much of a choice either.

Much to your surprise, his eyes light up. "I can help you with that, actually. There is a warehouse we're looking to sell. If you're interested, I could make you a decent deal. You know, with a discount for family and friends."

At the last sentence, James throws in a friendly wink and you force yourself to smile.

This is horrible. I'm horrible.

"Is it possible to look at it right now?", you ask, trying to hide the hope in your voice and he nods.

"Of course. It's not that far away from here."

As he begins to lead the way, your arm shoots forward and you grab his sleeve. He stops dead in his tracks and turns around with a puzzled expression.

"Actually, I'm here with my business partner. It would be better to find him, so he can see it too.", you say and notice dread spreading on his face.

"Is it your friend from the saloon?" His voice comes out almost careful like he doesn't want to hear your answer and you can't blame him. James probably doesn't think too fondly of Arthur and you're not holding his reaction against him.

"No, it's someone else." Your words earn you a relieved sigh from the man and together you start looking for Hosea.

It doesn't take long to find the conman. By the looks of it, he didn't stray too far away from where you left your horses. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when he spots you and he shakes James' hand, giving him a fake name.

Briefly, you explain your encounter with the other man and your conversation about the empty warehouse. Something flickers in his expression and he looks at you almost like a proud father. Instinctively, you straighten your back.

As James leads the two of you to the place, Hosea leans over to you and speaks in a lowered voice. "How'd you meet this guy?"

"I ran into him at the saloon one night.", you whisper and he nods to himself.

"And you trust him?"

It takes a few heartbeats for you to answer. Trust is a strong word and you're not sure if you'd use it in this instance, but so far James hasn't given you a reason to doubt him. "Well, I think he's being genuine."

That's apparently a good enough answer for him and he drops the topic. It fills you with joy, knowing that someone like Hosea trusts and values your opinion like this. Lying to James this much has left you feeling guilty and awful, but at least you can find some pleasure to it all.

After crossing a few streets and turning around a couple corners, you arrive at a large building and James fishes keys out of his pocket. With a click, the front door opens and he steps aside to let you enter first.

Dust is flying around in the air and you cough into your fist. There is a wet, almost moldy smell and you wrinkle your nose. "How long has this place been standing empty?"

"A while.", James answers awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck. "We've been trying to sell it for ages now."

Hosea makes a round, inspecting the walls and steel pillars that hold the structure up. All of the windows are in tact, but covered in grime, making it difficult for sunlight to enter. At the other side of the warehouse are metal stairs that seem to be leading up to some kind of office.

"I understand if you want more time to think it over.", James says, handing you a small card. "If you want to look at it again or have any questions, you can find me under this address."

With a mumbled 'thank you', you pocket the card and you all leave the building. Once you're outside, you fill your lungs with fresh air, but it still feels like there is a thick layer of dust coating your insides.

"Thank you so much, James.", you breathe out, you and Hosea shaking his hand.

"Oh, don't thank me. You're doing me a favor by taking that place off my hands.", he jokes, chuckling and bids you farewell.

Yes, that place will be gone alright.

As you watch him disappear into the distance, you can't help but feel even worse than you did throughout this entire interaction. He seems so nice and lovely and you're over here taking advantage of these traits that are so rare to find in people already.

Hosea praises your efforts while you mount your horses and return back to camp. "You did fantastic today. I'll make sure to tell Dutch and then I'll get back to you about how to proceed."

"Okay.", you croak out, only listening with one ear. It's a big thing you accomplished, yes. This will probably bring you higher in the gang's hierarchy, which is something you aspired in the very beginning.

Now you're just left feeling strangely off like when you bite into something and the consistency isn't what you expected. Maybe you're blowing this out of proportions. How long have you known James? Not long at all.

Then why does it feel wrong? A sigh escapes you as you push these thoughts to the far back of your mind. Once you're back in camp, you will seek out Sadie or Arthur and try to distract yourself.

Only that the image you're greeted with isn't anything you were ready for. Dutch, Lenny and Arthur are standing on the front porch of the large house, looking like they were run over by several horses.

Worry pierces your chest like a blade and you rush over to the three men. Your eyes scan Arthur's scratched up face and disheveled hair. At this point, the shadow of a beard is starting to take form on him.

"What happened?", Hosea asks before you can and he joins your side.

Your gaze wanders to the other two men. Lenny looks to be in a similar state as Arthur, but Dutch seems to have been hit the hardest. Blood is covering most of his forehead and his black hair is matted with the red liquid. He's holding his head, groaning and hissing.

"It was a set-up.", he grumbles through gritted teeth. His features aren't contorted in pain, but in fury. Flames of rage are burning high behind his cold, calculating eyes. "Bronte set us up with the trolley station."

Dread washes over you as you widen your eyes. Something must have happened for Angelo Bronte to set them up like that. Did Dutch insult him at the mayor's party? You throw Arthur a questioning look over your shoulder and he softly shakes his head.

Hosea and Dutch disappear into the house to talk more about what exactly happened and you place both hands on Arthur's shoulder blades. He mutters a few protests, but let's you guide him inside as well and up into his room.

There you gently push him down to sit on the bed and you search for something to clean the wounds and scratches with. It's funny how the situation is reversed now and you can only hope that it won't end in a fight this time.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?", you ask as you wet a clean cloth and softly dab it against his cheek. A pained hiss escapes his lips, but he doesn't flinch away under your touch.

"There was no money at the station. We barely scraped a few dollars together."

"That's much I understood.", you murmur, fully focused on getting all the glass shards out of his clothes and hair.

Arthur proceeds to tell you about the police chase, the crash and Dutch hitting his head. It's odd that Hosea and you didn't catch wind of any of that happening while you were in Saint Denis, but then again you were far away from the station.

"But what were you and Hosea doin'?"

"Planning the distraction for the bank heist."

"You found somethin' good?"

This isn't a topic you want to talk about, but you still force out an answer. "We found an empty warehouse to blow up. It's at the edge of town."

An approving sound comes out of his throat and you put the cloth away after finishing your work. It doesn't look like he got seriously injured and you sigh in relief.

"Your beard is growing back.", you comment, studying the stubbles with your lips curled up.

"You want me to shave?" His question isn't meant to be a joke. The look in his blue eyes is sincere and you bite back the silly grin that is threatening to take form on your lips. It makes you oddly happy, seeing that he'd shave it if it's something you'd want.

"No, I miss your beard. It suits you.", you answer and notice his shoulders relaxing. Judging by his reaction, it doesn't look like he wanted to shave either. You move your hand to cup his cheek and plant a gentle kiss on the other. "But you should rest up."

As you get up and your way towards the door, he calls out to you. You stand frozen in your tracks and turn around, worried that he might be more I jured than he has lead you to believe.

"Stay. Please.", he says in a low voice and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"Arthur-"

"No, I'm bein' an idiot aren't I? You don't have to stay here, sweetheart, I'm fine."

"No, I want to stay with you.", you say, voice stern and certain. His lips curl up ever so slightly as he moves aside for you to lay down next to him on the small mattress.

With his strong arms wrapped around your body and your head resting on his chest, you close your eyes and listen to the steady sound of his breathing.

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[yandere-sins]

Before reading: R18+, Mature Content Warning, Violence/Gore Warning, Yandere Warning

Oh, my, look what the wave swept in!

Yet another misplaced human in these wondrous waters, a… poor unfortunate soul, as my sister would say. It hasn’t been that long since another tribe—who was it? The sharks?—had been… blessed with an unusual mate. And now there’s you! How exciting! The orcas are a little temperamental, but I’m sure they’ll treat you lovingly– 

Oh… so you want to leave? Already?

Ambitious, are we? Escape the creatures and get back to land. Well, don’t you look determined? Think you can handle these three strong orcas all by yourself? I’d love to see it. I delight in everything happening around these depths of the ocean, as they are so dark and deep, with barely anything transpiring all day. But as of late, love, freedom, and misery swim hand in hand down here. Intelligence and instincts fight battles that are beyond your little human comprehension. I could not be more pleased with the beautiful bonds that are being woven under the sea.

But I will cheer you on, I promise! I might even have some tips for you, seeing how I’ve been around these sandy lands and great reefs longer than you have!

I don’t think you can trust anyone besides me, really, but you’ll need an ally if you want to get back home. But be careful choosing who you trust. Sometimes you have to take drastic actions to get out of a situation, but there are also times when you need to sit back, stay calm, and let someone else handle it for you. And as badly as I know you want to get out… don’t do anything rash.

These orcas have a fickle disposition, and you wouldn’t want them to decide you’re no fun or tastier than they initially thought. In fact, you don’t want them to think about you at all! Otherwise —ey w—t l— —u ——!

You wake up before the voice can finish. Open your eyes?

Welcome, welcome to Mermay ( & Merjune) 2023!

I think most of you have already understood what will happen, but I thought I'd give a small heads-up about the how, so we're all on the same page:

This will be an interactive story, which means you guys will have to work together to figure out how to continue onwards by choosing the right poll option. Every chapter comes with a decision at the end, and three possible choices. But only one will continue the story while the other two lead to 'Bad Ends' aka not continue the story. Your goal is to escape the three orcas because they won't always like your decision, unfortunately.

I can already tell you that if the majority votes for a Bad End, you'll be able to choose again at the end of it, hopefully picking the right option this time. The story will not stop just because the right option wasn't picked. But who knows? Maybe choosing wrong is actually the better option sometimes (;

To clarify, there are 5 main chapters (the right choices) in total, 10 possible Bad Ends and 1 True End. This is not a video game so there are no secret routes. Nothing will change if you choose certain options after another. Your goal ultimately is to finish this story. But... some interactions and information may or may not be hidden in Bad Ends that could be enjoyable to you as well. (After finishing the main story I'll let you guys pick some other options you would have liked to see if you're interested in that ^-^)

One more exciting thing! I was able to commission a good friend of mine to actually do references for the orcas! We're still working on them but I hope you guys will enjoy some visuals of the new bois ♥

And for good measure: Please read the warnings on the individual posts, as some of the stories contain disturbing content not suited for everyone. Don't read what you don't like.

Thank you for participating and I hope you guys will be able to enjoy the story as much as I do ♥ (If you have questions, please ask away any time! ♥)

[shi-daisy]

The Last Evergreen Heir

Hello everyone! We start the week for best book boy today and I am ready to bring feels. Here's a lil fic of Tamlin's eldest brother seeing snipets of his reign. (Follows A Court of Threads & Daisies continuity) Hope you like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024- Day 1- Heir of Spring

The Last Evergreen Heir

"If you end up getting high from eating those tulips I'm blaming Ciaran." Dorevan said as he held baby Tamlin.

The giggly baby had eaten more than half the garden, as his tiny hands were faster than Dorevan's adult ones. Still, as he looked back Tamlin had used his magic to make the flowers bloom again after her ate them.

"That's a lot of a magic for a tiny child like you...Does this mean you shall be heir?!"

Tamlin didn't respond he just tilted his head as the loud question and coed, reaching for Dorevan's face.

His eldest brother rolled his eyes. "Don't even think about it kiddo. It's between me and Cece, and I don't intend to lose the court to the stoner or to you, flower eater. I've been here longest and dealt with father before either of you were born. I'm the heir, do well to remember!"

But Tamlin didn't remember, because he was just a baby who didn't see a man lecturing him, or at least attempting to, he just saw his eldest brother carrying him back to the manor.

***

He'd said it, been cruel about it, drilled into the youth's head that he was not to threatening his claim.

It didn't matter. By process of elimination Tamlin Evergreen was now High Lord of Spring.

He could see his body as a ghost, he died reaching for his father who was but a spalt of gore on the wall. Rosabella was still on the bed with the life choked out of her, while Ciaran was slumped against the bed, trying to comfort Tamlin before he too joined them in death.

He knew the pair reconciled today, mere hours before Night came to them and slaughtered everyone in revenge. Dorevan tried to place his hand on Tamlin's shoulder as he cried for his other brother. Neither deserved the tears, but when had that ever stopped the musician from giving them all undeserved love?

"No more tears, you're the heir. It's time to toughen up! You'll do well...You'll do better than either of us..."

***

He'd been right, for Spring bloomed under the rule of the unexpected High Lord.

Dorevan remained a ghost while his parents and brother reincarnated. He decided to stick around and see what Tamlin would do as a ruler, someone had to tell him he did a good job, even if he couldn't hear it.

The flowers bloomed, the court was paradise, the people loved him and Tamlin remained ever humble and sentimental. He was indeed the best out of them.

'If only I'd seen it sooner, and been a better brother.'

Lamenting would do nothing now, but he did stand beside the throne and smiled, placing his hand upon Tamlin's head. "I'm so proud of you, I know mother would be too."

Tamlin's emerald eyes darted around the room, as if he'd heard him...

***

His baby brother wept again as another sentry was lost. Lucien held him in his arms while the pair kneeled on the floor, the other soldiers present grieved by his side, still none of them refused their duty. They never would, not with this High Lord.

Amarantha had cursed him...Bloody wench always gave the impression she'd be trouble, Dorevan just didn't think she'd be this much!

"Falling for a fae hating human...pity we can't make Jurian turn back from the ring, he's your type...Maybe I shouldn't be joking around."

Dorevan remained with Tamlin until he fell asleep in tears. The man tried to be though, well not tried, he was though.

"If I was in your position right now I would've jumped off the roof...You're a though cookie Tam. Let it out, they'll understand. I know you'll make it. You're a good High Lord.

***

Andras was with him when his brother brought the girl, and throught their cute romance that resulted in the broken curse and the restoration of Spring.

But just as he thought Tamlin got his happy ending and he could leave...the cursebreaker became a cursebringer tearing down the court that had been unwavering for milenia.

Oisin would be furious, Ciaran disapointed...Rosabella might understand but then again their mother was a saint and a sensitive sould.

Dorevan just broke, upon seeing the once proud ruler of Spring become but a beast swallowed by pain as he court emptied and left him tot he decay.

"We can't help him. Dore, we need to trust him. He'll rise again."

Dorevan wasn't so sure, he knew how frail his baby brother's heart was. He just hoped in time Tamlin would heal and recover, making the court bloom again as only he could.

"Don't worry, little one. We will look over you, until you rise again."

***

He wouldn't, not as High Lord of Spring or Evergreen Heir. Tamlin was now a civillian of Spring, after his wrists spilled crimson and he nearly joined him and the other ghosts of the manor.

Dorevan thanked Lucien a thousand times for saving his baby brother, but he hadn't been able to save his power.

"So, Tamarand shall be heir now?" He asked Daphne as they waited in the foyer with the other ghosts.

"I suppose so. Don't worry, he'll have Tamlin to guide him, he shall be good."

"I don't doubt that...I'm just saddened at the end of the Evergreen dynasty. This isn't how Tam would've wanted it to go."

It had been a shock, to meet a half sister in the afterlife and find out he had triplet half siblings. The two living ones were probably heading to the manor now, with the new Heir of Spring.

Still, even if he trusted things would work in the end, Dorevan's eyes couldn't be pried from Tamlin and Lucien. They seemed to think the same as him.

Tamlin is heir no more.

***

Though one could argue it didn't matter. That he was able to shine far brighter and work much better with another man as heir. Tamlin had carried the weight of the crown better than any man in his position could and now he was helping another be better than him, wiser than him, maybe even more beloved than him.

No, no that last one was debatable. Tamarand was an exemplary man, and he'd be a great High Lord. But all of Spring reveared and still adored one Tamlin Evergreen.

He'd been pulled back to life by Rhysand, just an experiment, a way to torment him and his baby brother more, but Rhysand didn't know that his own wife and cousin were on their side, and that between them all they'd put an end to his cursed reign and his circle.

He had the honor of fighting alongside Tamlin, and seeing how the little baby he once held had become a fierce warrior that helped snuff away the Night.

When the battle was over and he went back to Spring his with his family Dorevan had been able to see a court blooming beautifully. It was better than what Oisin could've done, better than what he or Ciaran could've done, it was perfection, achieved by the youngest and kept by their half brother. Truly the ending they deserved.

Dorevan walked the same gardens he did as when they were young. Tamlin was no longer a baby, and thankfully he didn't eat the tulips but rather he helped them bloom.

"You better not eat that or I'll blame Cece."

The youngest Evergreen chuckled. "Can't, he isn't here..."

"Yeah. I miss him, but I am happy to be back, and even happier to see you still standing here. I'll make up for lost time, and I'll be a better brother, I promise."

Tamlin leaned on his shoulders. "Thank you. I'm happy to have you back."

"There's something I don't regret though. Something I stand by even after centuries in the afterlife."

"What's that?"

"You were the best out of us three and I'm so very proud of you Tamlin. You let our dynasty go out on a high note."

Just like he did as a baby, Tamlin smiled with teary emerald eyes and a sense of pride.

"It was an honor to have been heir of Spring."

[dumbassalex]

Ok, as someone who sorta defended The Crow 2024 reboot, and now that i've seen it, i have thoughts about it and i wanna share them... (More under the cut, spoilers ahead)

So firstly i liked the action, it was clear and you could see what's going on and the gore in those scenes was good, so no real issues with the action scenes. I really dug the soundtrack, the songs they chose to play were good and something i'd listen to.

I also like that Shelly had more screentime and got to be more of a character, that was fun and FKA twigs played her well in my opinion. Bill Skarsgard gave a good performance, as basicly always, with his Eric too.

Now my biggest issues is with the story itself, and especialy the pacing, it was SO slow, we spent like half the movie on Eric and Shelly while watching the villians look for Shelly, while also barely any real time has passed for Eric and Shelly, or at least it didn't feel like much of a time has at all passed between Eric and Shelly running away and being murdered.

And even once the couple gets killed by the villians, it takes us like another third of the movie for Eric to really become the Crow, for most of the movie he's just Eric with healing powers, and only becomes The Crow right before the opera scene, whitch is way too long for something based on a comic that's mostly just Eric being The Crow and hunting Shellys killers.

Another thing i dislike is the villians and their story, the original idea for the villians was just a group of street criminals coming across Eric and Shelly on a random day in the rain as their car broke down and deciding on a whim to do what they did, that was the tragedy, that it was random, senseless and didn't have to happen if a single thing happened differently. And changing it to a group of rich people hunting Shelly specificaly due to an incriminating video is such an odd change, along with the change to give the main villian superpowers.

Another thing that i feel like is a big difference between the comic and the movie is that the movie is very literal and very open about Eric coming from the death, healing super fast and there being supernatural entities and superpowers, while in the comics it was all more lowkey with Eric not feeling pain and healing slower than what the movies show, with his walking around wounded and scarred, the crow talking being in his head, same for the skeleton cowboy and the vision of the white horse that was a metaphor for the conflict of the story, it was a random senseless act that Eric had no control over yet he couldn't leave it be and blames himself for what happened.

In the movie it's a literal thing that happened to child Eric and doesn't set up his character arc and personal conflict of not blaming himself and moving on. Whitch was WHY he came back for revenge, because he was angry, blamed himself and couldn't move on, something he was only able to do at the end when he died at Shellys grave.

Whitch brings another change i disliked, the ending, the original ending of the comics is about Eric finaly being at peace and being able to move on and die, joining Shelly in the afterlife. But in the movie the reason he keeps going on is from pure love (somehow he felt such love after such short time) that can waver and make him loose his powers until making a deal for Shelly soul and becoming The Crow, bringing Shelly back to life while Eric stays dead. That just kinda misses the point, there wasn't no coming back and living again, it was about Eric having to come to peace and move on, it was a bittersweet ending but it was fitting the story and the themes, but just like the white horse methaphor, the movie ignores that.

So all in all, as a movie it's alright, but as a Crow adaptation it's overall kinda awfull in most ways. If you enjoyed the movie, good for you, but i personaly didn't really like it as a Crow adaptation and think it could've been much better. One thing i will give the movie for sure tho, is that it skipped Shellys assault, something i think wasn't entirely neccecary to motivate Eric to do what he did.

[luveline]

maybe grumpy!r with zombie!au jonathon ? totally fine if this doesn’t work haha have a good day <3

tysm ♡

The river kisses the rubber toes of your shoes, rushing water loud over stone. If Jonathan knew you were sitting by the river defenceless he'd worry in his way, sweetness first and annoyance second.

But Jonathan won't know, you decide, tracing the silky blue water until it turns to froth. 

It's not his fault, not Will's, not any of your group's fault that you resent your life with so much passion, and so you try to leave them alone when you know you'll lash out. Will says your sullen, Jon just says you're tired, but it's Hopper who hits the nail on the head, every time. 

"You're a grump, kid. Old man in a young girl's body."

You're not sure about young —you feel like living to this age is impressive enough in the circumstances— but you agree to being thought grumpy. You're kind of awful, actually. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" 

You jump at Jonathan's voice at your shoulder and almost smack your skulls together. "How many times do I have to tell you?" you ask, glaring at his easy smile. "Don't fucking sneak up on me." 

"Don't sit by the river alone. Idiot. It's too loud, you'd never hear a geek coming up behind you and then I'd have to put you out of your misery, and how is that fair? I don't want to kill you. Will would never forgive me." 

"That's your reason?" 

"Sure is. I got you this." 

A hand thrust in front of you, a flower twirled by the stem. You're not sure what kind it is or where he got it, but it's tall and strong, petals all shades of purple. You accept it with tender fingers. It feels foreign to see something as starkly beautiful as his clean flower between all the gore and grit of your life on foot. 

"Thank you," you murmur. 

"Anything for me?" 

Jonathan looks at you head on. Christ, he's handsome. He doesn't seem to think so, but it's in his smile, and the way he talks, the easy roll of his shoulders now and his more timid moments, too. It's in his laugh, his eyes. 

You huff in annoyance and kiss him. 

"Don't be like that," he says against your lips, punctuating with two quick kisses. 

"I'm not being like anything."

"Don't kiss me if you don't want to," he says, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. You love his touch, the firm, almost rough brunt of his thumb against your pulse and his forehead as it rests on your shoulder. "It's fine. I'll just die miserable." 

"You're not funny," you say, staring at the top of his head. 

"You're not, either, but I usually laugh." Jonathan stops his teasing, his voice shining with sincerity as his lips skip over your sleeve. "Are you okay? I was worried about you. I am worried about you." 

You look down at your flower, a perfect little gift. It staves away the dirty feeling that lingers on your skin. 

"Do you think I could press this? Keep it forever?" you ask. 

Jonathan sits up, spinning away from you so you're staring in opposite directions, hip to hip. "Yeah, you can. You just need a little tissue paper. But if it doesn't work, I'll find you another one." 

"What if it's winter?" 

"I'll find you something else." 

"I want something pretty as this," you warn. 

"Then I'll find you a mirror." It's awful because he's not joking. 

You take his hand and put it on your thigh to watch his cheeks turn pink. The river roars, the smell of roasted frogs and hare drifts along the breeze, and Jonathan Byers can't look at you. He's all talk. 

"Thanks, Jon," you murmur, rubbing his knuckles. 

He coughs. "You're welcome." 

[vilsoo]

୨⎯ CHAPTER TWO ⎯୧

incubus!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

꒰ ✟ ꒱ GENRE: horror, demon au, nsfw 18+, porn with plot.

꒰ ✟ ꒱ SUMMARY: Sex demons are not as provocative as you think they are. Not only do they engage in sexual acts with humans, they thrive off their flesh and haunt them in their nightmares. When an incubus disguised as a Reverend turns a hungry eye on one of the parishioners, gruesome events at the cathedral slowly unfold; blasphemy, gore, and terror…

꒰ ✟ ꒱ CHAPTER WARNINGS: blasphemy, WC: 2,396

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written in toji's pov, narration style similar to the Netflix show, "You." pov may also change in future chapters. this takes place in a fictional setting; St. Reze University & Cathedral.

"Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession..."

Father Getou Suguru, the priest who ordained me as a clergy member and who I work for now, would sometimes put me in charge of confessionals whenever he’s busy. Obviously I hated it. Sitting in this mahogany booth, listening to the sins and confessions of these miserable penitents that don’t even matter to me. Sometimes out of boredom I'd feel tempted to manipulate them out of their faith, but I couldn't afford to lose my job. I had no choice.

This evening I was starting to feel a bit sluggish while confessionals were ongoing. Some were short, some were emotional, and some just didn't know what to say in the midst of nervousness or inexperience. I didn’t even have to say much except for making up their penance as I try not to fall asleep. But as I sat down and pondered while this young male penitent babbled to me, the memory of you on your knees before me during Eucharist… haunted me.

“…But this one nightmare I had a few days ago, Reverend— call me dramatic, I don’t care… but when I woke up, I woke up literally gasping for my life. I couldn’t stop thinking about it that I got so distracted in class. It disturbs me when I even think about it. What should I do?”

And suddenly a wave of clarity washed over me when the male’s unsettled voice blended with the flashback of us under the rain hours ago. It took awhile to register what he said, especially when he mentioned nightmares.

Across the decorative screen, I frowned and remained silent. It was a little frustrating taking my focus off of you and onto another concern. Perhaps this evening confession had slightly intrigued me, especially knowing the true, daunting origins of nightmares that have been ongoing. And not just any plain nightmare that adults get from stress or medications. Majority of people tend to forget those that come and go, but if they continue lurking within one’s mind for several weeks…

“Hm. You got insomnia or something, kid?” I inquired, deciding not to think too deep about this. Whatever the fuck I smoked earlier had me overthinking too much. I’m peeved about it.

“Um. I'm twenty two," the man demurred. "But, no… I don’t have insomnia, surprisingly.”

“Then don’t sweat it. Just know that you can expect spiritual nourishment in a religious campus like this," I assured sardonically. “But in case that doesn’t work… start booking your therapy sessions.”

“Therapy?” he marveled. “Wow. This is the first time a Reverend gave me a penance like that. I thought you were gonna suggest something, like, plain old prayer and scripture.”

“Churches are all full of narcissists like that, kid. Now end off with a prayer and go.”

The man thanks me and proceeds with his final prayers and blessings before leaving. I sat alone in the booth for what felt like more than five minutes, waiting for any penitent left to come in. I couldn’t sense any human presence roaming about the ambulatory and transepts nearby, which had me relieved. But just as I was about to open the door and make my way from my debased duties as a Reverend, I can hear someone scurrying towards the booth and entering inside.

I sighed exasperatingly and cursed under my breath, throwing my head back against the mahogany wall and sulked. Though it was strange that my heightened senses weren’t able to detect anyone outside the booth, I was feeling rather passive aggressive. Whoever this person was caught me off guard completely; it’s always been a bad habit of mine to put my pride first before anything.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession."

That voice. That silky, radiant honey and velvety voice— You. I decided to not speak and peered through the latticed opening into the opposite side of the dark wooden compartment and see that it was really you as the penitent. My penitent. An opportunity for me to see you plead for advice and dwell in your personal relationship with your god. My disinterest may or may not have been lifted after recognizing you…

“I confess that I have been distracted from my relationship with you,” you continued bashfully. “All of my time has been taken up by school, work, the people in my life… I even encountered someone that I couldn't stop thinking about the whole night."

I shifted in my seat, the wood slightly creaking as I crossed my legs and waited for you to elaborate. My heart felt heavy with anticipation, but I still remained silent. I could see you, but you couldn’t see me. I must admit, the way you’re indirectly speaking to me right now did bring a little amusement…

“He’s… he’s a Reverend for the church that I’ve never seen before. An older man with a gravely voice and a scar on the corner of his mouth. But there was something about him that makes me feel, I don’t know— bewitched, probably? Is that the right word? Well, I couldn’t focus during the Eucharist because of my… unwanted lust for him…”

After indulging in your confessions and finally hearing your lascivious truth, what you confessed to me seemed to bewitch me as well. And I felt a growing flame of rage from allowing this to happen to me, intoxicating my inhibitions like fire to gasoline, stinging me like push pins sliding into my skin. After our unexpected encounter tonight, all you could ever think about was me, just how all I could ever think about was you.

“I always come on Sundays. But this is my first time coming to the Saturday sermon, which means I might never see him again. I ask for your forgiveness of my sins, father. I also pray for your guidance to avoid whatever leads me to sinful thoughts and temptations like this. You are my god. I would never worship another being like you. In his name, my god, have mercy.”

You left the booth shortly after that, not giving me the chance to speak at all. Surprisingly that was the first confessional where I didn't have to respond to my penitent and only remained silent. Props to you for making my job easier.

But after hearing you beg to your god to avoid the sinful thoughts of lust and covet because of me… I've never felt so captivated over this. Over a human. You were the key to my dark little fairy tale that I'm so aching to taste. A chance for a lost little lamb to experience danger, corruption… and sin.

The way you’ve been provoking me tonight has me infuriated, I admit. My ongoing battle of cunning, dark, and sinister thoughts within my conscience, where I’d be tempted to corrupt these Catholic sheeps for my own satisfaction. Now I’m the corrupted one. I hate you for that. You're so ashamed to face sin, ashamed to face me. If I am your sin, then you're my impiety; I will forever have irreverence for your god without giving a damn. And what every demon like me caters to mortals, we fulfill them until they're dripping with sin and corruption.

When I left the booth and wandered down the nave, I sat on the front pew and grunted in exhaustion. I sat there for awhile, arching my neck back against the top edge like I was floating. Manspreading, my hands slid into my pockets then halted when I felt something. Your rosary.

I scrutinized it once again. Immediately my mind is cascaded by the thought of you during communion. You looked at me like I was no stranger, drinking the sight of me instead of that holy wine. A glimpse sublime, the most hypnotically sensual thing I’ve seen in this life. So ruthless of you to do. I find myself smitten by it when I play it in my mind, sanctifying me more than any holy concept in this church. I just couldn't get enough. I just couldn't stop replaying it in my head…

I glanced down at my slacks. When you looked at me drinking that wine on your knees… Oh, I was a man gone wild. Arousal had blossomed in my pelvis like an unwanted guest. My vivid imagination of you right there, right between my legs, kissing and worshiping me like how you kiss and worship the grace of your god. The never-ending eye contact. Bestowing that sweet mouth for my cock until I fuck into your throat…

Suddenly there was a noise. A noise that sent the synapses of my brain frozen, immediately taking my hand off my slacks and darting my head to the left. A strange echo reverberated through the stair tower. I held my breath and tried to make out another sound that would come from downstairs. Such eerie sounds don't really bother me, but it made me realize I wasn't the only one here at church late at night.

At first there was a hiss-like sound— like a giant serpent slithering, or the sharp growl of a feral beast. I couldn’t tell if it was my imagination fucking with me again, but such grotesque noise made me think someone's flesh was getting torn apart, followed by a prowling snarl.

There were faint screams, similar to the faint screams of the putrid souls back in Hell. But I couldn’t exactly tell because of the incense on the altar taking over my senses. My heart rate staggered and I could feel my lungs tightening from holding my breath. I was slightly perturbed, I admit. But just as I was about to stand up and investigate, a soft-spoken voice was suddenly heard from my right side.

“Toji?”

I averted to the opposite direction as if I was pulled back into a quieter reality, seeing a brunette woman in a habit. Her pale face emanated from the dark corners, approaching closer to the pew I sat at.

"Oh. It's you." The corner of my mouth stretched to a small smile as Sister Shoko Ieiri stood nearby, shoving the pearl rosary in my pockets. "What'cha doing here so late, hm?"

"I could ask you the same thing,” Shoko taunted. "I was closing the church and then I found you here. Were you on confessional duty?"

I nodded, letting her sit beside me and sighed out of exhaustion. Something shiny from her chest caught my eye— a hematite and aurora crystal bead rosary with a sterling silver pendant. It was much larger than the wooden rosary she would usually carry around. I watched as she weakly twisted it between her fingers, her expression growing melancholic.

"Everything alright?" I spoke low, trying my best to be sympathetic for the nun. She remained inanimate for awhile, like she was lost in her own complicated thoughts.

“Well, I’ve been getting less sleep..."

"Why's that?"

“…I’ve been feeling a little sick lately.” Sister Shoko rubbed her eyes and sniffled. “I’m gonna be locking the doors now, so you coming?”

This woman was obviously lying. However, I didn't really care that much to force her to open up to me. My intentions aren’t to get too involved with humans and their problems, especially with Shoko since she has a lot weighing down on her shoulders. As merciful as I can be, I followed her and waited as she locked the church doors outside.

"Want me to walk you to your car?" I ask.

Shoko hauled the keys off the doors to the narthex, slightly turning her face to me. “Uh, sure," she vacillated, smiling weakly. "I didn't take you as that kind of guy, honestly."

I pushed my shoulder off the walls and head down to the parking lot, my hands fidgeting with your rosary in my pocket. Then I kept thinking about what I've heard at the staircase tower near the cathedral’s balcony, glancing at every corner warily. The winds were small tonight, a tranquil stillness of the dark night surrounding us both while the beams of the moon shatter the sky.

"So. How are you and Sister Utahime?" I inquired, breaking the silence and my thoughts.

The brunette nun smiled down at the gravelly pavement, softly scoffing as a shade of red glowed at her cheeks. "Ah, you know. We're doing good. Thinking about moving in together next year."

"Oh. You could've brought her with you tonight, you know."

“I know," she pouted. "But she's usually asleep at this time and I didn't want to bother her. What about you, Fushiguro?"

"Hm?"

"Do you have any girl on your mind right now?" she simpered, pretending to act like some nosy high school girl. "C'mon, you sure look like you can pull anyone."

At first, I thought she was bluffing. "Nah," I replied, clutching the crucifix of your rosary chiseled firmly and sharp to my fingertips.

We finally reached her car, waiting as she fumbled with her keys to unlock it. "You sure?" she teased. "What about that girl I saw with you earlier today for the Eucharist?"

I deadpanned. "What girl?"

Shoko's shoulders dropped in disappointment. "Are you serious? The girl that drank from your wine! I've seen the way you looked at her."

I gazed into the sky as if I was pretending to remember. "Oh. Her," I spoke slowly. "I barely even know her, Shoko."

The brunette pulled her car door open. "Well, when I saw you two, it definitely looked like more than that."

"That’s insane. All she did was take the drink, what made you come up with that?” I say sardonically.

“Oh, don’t gaslight me, Fushiguro.” I wait as she stepped inside to the driver's seat and turned on the engine. "But, I thank you for keeping me company tonight.”

I smiled weakly, disregarding everything that she just speculated. “No problem. Have a goodnight.”

“You too, Toji.”

I close the door for her and watch as the nun drives away, left alone under the pale moonlight. I turn my head at the cathedral again for awhile, scanning the east stair tower outside. If the doors were unlocked and I had the motivation to investigate where that noise came from, I would've done so already. But I decided to drop it for now…

What am I to do with a stranger like you from now on?

TAGS: @suget @azanthys @haezen @heavenlyevil @saturniac @vampnyx @killzenin @diorsbrando @endurablerose @slut-manifesto @maxytx-blog @sugucidal

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[prpfz]

good day, everyone! i'm a 23 transmasc writer, looking for an 18+ partner to pair a F character against my M mafia enforcer guy! before you slam the like button expecting a stereotypical age gap smut plot, PLEASE read more about what i'm looking for! this plot is dead dove 🕊️ in some respects (i.e. gore, torture, potential abuse, etc.), and not in others.

the plot i have in mind is as follows: YC is in debt to the mob, either due to a desperate personal situation, or a family member's debts being passed onto them. regardless, she has a choice: pay back the money in full (which she doesn't have), or take on a part-time job within the family. she ends up forced into the role of a cleaner, scrubbing up the blood and viscera after people get on the wrong side of the family. MC (early 20s) is a particularly reliable enforcer, almost a right-hand man of the boss. he's a strong, silent type, with more blood on his hands than he cares to keep track of. he's forced to stay after his work is done to keep an eye on YC for the first two jobs, and they end up begrudgingly bonding. i'd love for this relationship to extend beyond just work! getting to know one another, YC helping MC out of his shell, MC helping to protect YC, etc. really allowing things to develop slowly and naturally between them. note that MC will take quite a while before warming up to anything too romantic, hence why i'm seeking to make this a slow-burn.

the vibes i'm hoping for here are a slow bonding, humanizing a 'monster,' adapting to terrible circumstances, bonding through mutual suffering, and finding some hope at the end of it all in one another. i would love a partner who's open to playing other characters on the side as needed, including friends, family, etc. a way to build the world out, really. being able to muse and discuss with me is a plus, as i work two jobs and can't get a reply out every single day. my response speed varies from once to three times per week, usually, though it may pick up a bit by the end of august. we'll see!

i write only on discord, and prefer advanced literate to novella plots (at LEAST one full discord message, but i can go upwards of five if given enough to work with). i love getting into the environment and how the characters are thinking and feeling. i do have a real life FC for him picked out that i won't be changing, nor will i be picking out one for you. YC is yours to decide! POC and trans F characters more than welcome. if you don't vibe with real life FCs, though, i'm more than willing to adapt and stick to descriptions only.

if this interests you (and you're going to contribute to plotting beyond just agreeing with everything i throw out), then please drop a like! i'll shoot you a message. when responding to it, please give me an idea about who you are as a writer and any potential ideas or questions you may have for me. thanks! 🖤

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[hazbinangelsblog]

Roleplay rules

 Please read through my rules before you pm me! If you don't, I will not message you or respond to your message!

Please be 18 or older if you want to rp with me

My triggers:

No blood

gore 

violence of any kind

mentions of death

smut scenes that are too detailed/uses vulgar language

 any other triggering subjects

My rules:

If there is something about a role play that you don't like, please tell me, if you want to change anything, or if you don't like the plot, or anything, please, please, please let me know. Also, I like to check on my roleplay partners by saying hi or hey to make sure that they are still interested in the rp, I don't want to seem annoying, if I ever do, please tell me, don't just leave without giving me a reason, it hurts my feelings. 

Just something to note: I personally enjoy mpreg, it IS NOT a fetish or anything sexual for me. DO NOT ask me to do any kinks or fetishes, I find it highly uncomfortable and disgusting.

When it comes to pregnancy, I don't like anything weird.

I will not play as the unborn child, so please don't ask

I don't like huge babies or huge stomachs

●DO NOT ASK ME TO ROLEPLAY IF YOU ARE NOT SEMI-LITERATE OR IF YOU DON'T HAVE UNDERSTANDABLE GRAMMAR. I WILL LEAVE THE CHAT

 ● When it comes to roleplay, I am semi-lit, if you want to rp with me, please at the very least, respond with 5 lines or more, at the very least, I will not roleplay with only single lined replies. I personally think that only single lined replies make a role play very stale and boring. Also, please use "" when talking and don't use **. 3rd person roleplayer only!(me personally) 

Example of my style:

Once upon a time, there ruled two kingdoms, the kingdom of the Underworld and the kingdom of Olympia, for centuries, these two kingdoms have been at war with one another, mainly because the gods of Olympia were scared of the king of the Underworld, him having a reputation for being cold hearted and cruel, but nobody really knew what laid beneath his icy cold image. Olympia would be crowning a new king, prince Yuuri Katsuki, a noble and kindhearted man, the only one who knew deep down that Viktor, ruler of the Underworld, wasn't as cold as everyone claimed he was. On the day of Yuuri's coordination as king, Viktor decided to pay a visit. The doors of the Olympian castle swung open by a gust of frosty wind and Viktor walked inside, frost trailing behind his footsteps. He approached Yuuri and smiled, bowing toward him. "Greetings Prince Katsuki. It is with great honor that I present to you a gift" with a simple wave of his hand, a beautiful rose made of ice and frost appeared in his hand, holding it out for Yuuri to take

My starters vary depending on the idea that I have for a starter.

Example of what I DO NOT want in a roleplay:

*smiles cutely and sleeps*

*is at a meeting with the other countries, is not feeling well*

*I walk through the streets with an umbrella and I am waiting for the bus to pick me up from a meeting*

He gasped and was scared

●Please don't pm me to rp and then never reply, I've had that happen way too much. If you pm me just to say hi and nothing else, I'll leave, but if you want to talk, then I'd be more than happy to talk with you, I just don't want a bunch of chats to keep up with

● Please don't ghost me, I absolutely hate that, I will understand if you're busy but at least text me every once in awhile when you get a chance to let me know that you still want to rp/continue

● If I don't respond right away, please don't bug me, just a simple hey will do and I'll get back to you as soon as I can

● If you want to rp with me, just pm me and we can discuss what we will be doing

 ● When it comes to what role I play in the plot/relationship, I'm not very picky. I can do either seeder or carrier, it just depends on the partner. I don't get to be a carrier very often but I don't mind. 

I greatly, greatly apologize if I haven't responded to a rp or message. Sometimes I'll go quiet with a rp for a little bit because I don't have an idea on how to respond, once I have an idea, I'll respond. I don't want to seem like I'm ignoring you, because I don't want to seem rude or anything. I hate being ghosted as much as the next person, and if I do, please don't take it personally. Sometimes I lose motivation and I try to gain some more ideas for a plot. Other times, if the storyline seems too slow, I'll lose interest but again, I don't want to seem rude, so, I may suggest doing something new, or adding some new ideas to the plot to speed it up a bit. I like long-term plots, but sometimes they drag. 

Roleplay genres I like:

●Fluff

●romance

●omegaverse

●mpreg

●action to keep the rp interesting

●drama to keep the rp interesting

● a little bit of angst, nothing too severe though

●Fantasy

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Thank you for reading, sincerely yours, Angel. 💗

[crashandswirl]

MUSE INFO

Source: The 2021 video game Resident Evil Village. When interacting with her, there might be violence, blood, injury, gore, body horror, cannibalism, cult worship, torture, murder, and death. Except for violence, all of these things will be tagged as cw: [subject] when applicable.

Name: Cassandra Dimitrescu

Also known as: Cass (used by her sisters and partners)

Eyes: Amber

Hair: Black

Face claim: N/A

Pronouns: She/her

Date of birth: November 10, 1926

Age:

Biologically twenty-four. That was her age when she received her Cadou in 1950.

Actually ninety-four during the events of Village in 2021.

Height: 6'3"/190 cm

Sexual/Romantic orientation: Graysexual/biromantic (out but doesn't know the labels)

Occupation: Noblewoman

Personality: Cassandra is a sadist who finds immense joy and entertainment in torturing, killing, and hunting down her prey. Humans are her favorite since their blood and flesh taste the best, but she'll stalk and strike down anything that'll give her a decent challenge. To her, it's no fun when there's no fight or chase. She often treats it like a game.

She's stubborn. She loves showing off and talks a big game, bragging about the dangerous beasts she's killed and calling herself one of the best hunters around. However, she struggles with feelings of jealousy and seeks attention, recognition, and validation.

It's not impossible to form a bond with Cassandra, but it isn't easy and takes persistence if you aren't already in the small group of individuals she cares about. Even if she's standoffish or dismissive at times, she's fiercely loyal to and protective of those few people.

Cassandra was born under another name. She has no memory of it, though. She has no memory of her past life at all, which began in a remote Romanian village in the early twentieth century with a mother, father, and no siblings.

Like many, Cassandra became a victim of Mother Miranda, the village's cult leader and goddess. Cassandra and two other women had a parasite known as a Cadou implanted in their heads, and they were given to Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, one of the village's four lords, to oversee what would happen. They stopped moving, but they weren't dead. Blowflies consumed them, leaving nothing but writhing masses of insects behind that took on the appearance of human bodies again within six days. Then, they awakened as new beings. Because they weren't useful to Mother Miranda's end goal, Lady Dimitrescu decided to adopt all three of them.

Verses:

Another day, another hunt. (Pre-Village) – Takes place any time before Mother Miranda sets her eyes on Rosemary Winters as the next vessel for her reborn daughter. Cassandra is living with her mother and sisters in Castle Dimitrescu. Things are as normal as they can be in such a place.

I haven't cut open a man in a while! (Village) – Early 2021. Ethan Winters is in the village in search of his daughter. Canonically, he kills all three daughters, the four lords, the village cult leader, and the whole place is destroyed... But I'd love to run through different ways things could've gone down!

An endless supply of fresh meat... (Dead By Daylight) – The Entity claims Cassandra as its newest killer. I imagine it's a Legion-type deal where other members of her family are claimed as well, and it happens sometime during Ethan's fight with her.

What do we have here? (Crossovers) – A generic verse for crossovers.

Thread tag: Muse: Cassandra Dimitrescu

Visage tag: This is my hunt!

HC/Info tag: Sometimes I want the first bite, y'know?

Relationship tags:

Of course, Mother! – with Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, her mother.

Bela never stops complaining... – with Bela Dimitrescu, her older sister.

Daniela says she wants to play with you. – with Daniela Dimitrescu, her younger sister.

Miscellaneous:

Thanks to the parasite, Cassandra has turned into a hivemind of mutant flies that sustains itself on flesh and blood. She can disperse all or parts of her body into a swarm at will, has a heightened sense of smell, and is marginally stronger than she used to be.

Cold temperatures can force her flies into cryobiosis, making her movements stiff and leaving her unable to swarm.

The Cadou was implanted on the left side of Cassandra's head. She has a massive scar and her hair grows patchily there, so she keeps it shaved.

Her right eye is lazy. The eyelid droops slightly.

She enjoys collecting bones. She uses them to make decorations and jewelry.

If she's not in Castle Dimitrescu's dungeon torturing people or out hunting, Cassandra is probably in the armory. She loves weapons.

[rimupon]

While I wouldn't say I'm new to Youjo Senki, I'm not particularly deep into it either. (Watched the anime a few years ago, rewatched it every few months, only recently started the manga) However, I would still like to ask for fanfic recommendations, because I'd like to see everyone's favourite child soldier in Situations. So yea, recommendations?

Omg I’m sorry it took so long for me to answer I completely forgot this was in my inbox aaaa

So, a long while ago I actually did write up a fic rec list. but I think by now I have a few more things I could add to it…? I don't really have a lot more, so I’d recommend checking that one if you want more than what I have here.

Ok first, I wouldn’t necessarily say this is one of my personal recommendations, but literally since I saw the name 'necromancerfan' in my notifications, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was like 'Do they know? Are they referencing it? That couldn’t possibly be the case, but…' So, purely because of your name:

The Necromancer by LeviTamm The author is a really good writer, Tanya’s inner dialogue & reactions are absolutely fucking hilarious, she’s so sick of everything. But I can only really 'recommend' this with a HUGE warning and disclaimer that this fic has some pretty heavy and graphic descriptions of gore and violence. I’m talking five whole chapters of mutilation and torture. Quite disgusting descriptions imo. I personally did not finish it, but I also have friends that swear it’s good and the gore isn’t that bad. It's a matter of taste and sensitivity, I think. I really recommend you read the full author’s note at the beginning so you know what you’re getting into and from there decide whether it’s something you can read.

Ok, that was probably a bit of a weird one to start with, but I couldn’t not mention it, y'know. Moving on!

This would not be a fic rec list if I did not expound the virtues of my dear friend Tan. (Ao3 Link)

You should read all their fics really, they’re great. If you’re looking for a place to start, a non-exhaustive unordered list of my recent personal favorites: Paradise Praxis, Keychains, How I Met Your Uncle, Those Who Dare, Just Guys Being Dudes, The Ending You Desired

There’s more but if you let me continue we’d be here all fucking day and by the end I would’ve just linked their whole account.

The Devil on the Throne by springpoweredtoaster In summary, the whole Commonwealth royal family dies, leaving the government to scramble to find a still-living blood relative. This leads to Tanya becoming the Queen. I don't believe I’m fully caught up anymore, it’s been updated since I last checked in, but I remember really loving the first book.

A Young Girl's Delinquency Record by GremlinJack I think this is one that gets put on a lot of rec lists, but I didn't include it in my previous recommendations because I hadn’t read it at the time. Now that I have, I’m doing so. In summary, Tanya becomes a wanted international criminal on the run, and starts picking up many successful business ventures. Also Visha/Tanya is the focal ship.

Hostage by TheVideoGamer This is another one I kinda hesitate to recommend, but this time it's because of the subject matter. I really do feel like it’s a good fic if you’re looking for angst, but I have to recommend it with a huge trigger warning. This fic covers the topic of child sexual abuse, absolutely don’t read it if that’s a trigger for you.

The only reason I can recommend this fic is that it is NOT written as a lolicon rape fetish to get off on, it’s treated as the serious and delicate matter that it is. Summary for this one is that Tanya ends up taken hostage by Loria.

If you’re (rightfully) concerned, here are spoilers below if you want to know how it ends to determine whether you want to read it.

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While it is attempted, sexual abuse is stopped before it can happen. Physical abuse does happen in this fic, though. In the end, Tanya does end up rescued and brought back to the empire, and Loria is killed.

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Alright, I think that's the end. In the end I didn't really have much to add, I suppose? Thank you for asking though!

[gurokichi]

I could never become bored of you, not that easily, at least! You are my Bon, you can't get rid of me that easily <3

Yeah, I got 2 kitties! Both of them are boys, and their names are Pickle and Bean! Maybe one day you'll get to see pictures of them! I also have a dog, snails, isopod, beetles, chickens, and hermit crabs! Got a bit of a zoo around here!

I'll definitely watch some of your suggestions, and I will be sure to tell you my thoughts! Just another excuse to talk to you!

I will hopefully be posting on my blog again soon, and I am so excited to now that I know you will be watching my blog (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

I mainly read fiction, distopian, and horror/gore. But also, like when books have lgbt+ characters, and have read a few Manga! I just borrowed a book from a friend called "The Corpse Queen" by Heather M. Herrman, I strongly suggest it, I've also just started reading a GL Manga series called "Whisper Me a Love Song" and so far have been really enjoying it!!! I like plants in many ways, I learn about plants, I grow both indoor and outdoor plants, and I have a fascination with all living or once living things,,, and they happen to fit in that category too!!! I don't think I could pick just one flower as my favorite, but I do enjoy Asters a lot! Bleeding hearts? awe, it makes sense that a sweetie like you would love a poisonous flower!

What video games do you like to play? I'd love to hear all about your current favorite game! What part of history do you like so much? Oh and you collect things too! I would love to hear all about your little hoards 💕

-Dolly

I’M YOUR BON?? ASJHFSHBHKHGSGHFHJKSHLJS (＞＜)

Okay. Anyways. Sorry, got a lil excited there... I’m your Bon, and you’re my Doll!! All mine!!! I’m glad to hear that you wouldn’t get bored and leave. I’d do anything to make sure my precious doll stays with me!

AWH, they sound so darling. You have so many… how do you keep up with all of them??That’s really cool, though! You definitely have some uncommon pets.

I’m excited to hear your thoughts (๑>◡<๑)

I will definitely be watching my doll’s blog! How could I not? Anyone would find it hard to take their eyes off you. Besides, I’d love to see more of your posts when you decide to go back to it.

Ah, those are all good genres! Thank you for the recommendation, and I’ll check out the manga you mentioned later. Asters are gorgeous; my doll has great taste in flowers!!

I usually prefer games with long stories. I like RPGs and visual novels the most! I find pixel art really nice to look at, so a lot of my favorite games feature that. I’ve been playing through a farming sim called Fields of Mistria lately; it’s been really enjoyable so far! The best way I could describe it is as a mix of Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing. As for my current favorite games, they’re probably… Minecraft, Danganronpa, Persona 5 Royal, and Identity V. I’m not finished playing through P5R, but I like it so far. I’m currently replaying and trying to get all achievements in every Danganronpa game! I’ve finished Trigger Happy Havoc, and I’m now working on Goodbye Despair. Having a bit of trouble though, because I have a friend I’m sharing my Steam library with who is ALSO playing through the Danganronpa games. I can’t play the games until they get off, bleh. AH, I also started a playthrough of Red Dead Redemption 2. I suck ass at it. I ended up punching my horse when trying to get on it. I also drew my gun on it multiple times. So sorry to my horse, it did not deserve that. It took me like 10 minutes and frantic googling to figure out how to get back on my horse after I accidentally got off (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Do you play any videogames? If you do, I’d love to hear about what you like to play.

Ah, I just like history in general. I love to learn about things. Some things that caught my interest for awhile in the past though are torture/execution methods, the Chernobyl disaster, the Carrington event, WW2, old medical treatments, and Greek mythology. I haven’t been into history as much lately.. so I probably couldn’t explain anything here well.

I do collect stuff! I have a collection of various plushies, figurines, keychains, and knickknacks stored in my room. I think my favorite things that I own are probably my jar of uranium glass and this stunning piece of bismuth I got just a couple weeks ago. I’d like to start a full on collection of uranium glass, but that’s expensive, and I have no idea where I’d put it. Uranium glass is absolutely gorgeous, though! I hope to at least get a couple more pieces in the future.

[selineram3421]

Power

Alastor X Powerful Reader

Part 3

Part 2

Warning! ⚠

⚠ blood/gore, murder, boundaries are ignored and the reader eats a heart ⚠

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Both of you continued to run around each other. The shadows still followed you and he didn't get your name. It went on for a while.

Alastor was starting to get a little tired of it though, he wanted a name!

And a name he'll get.

With pulling a few strings, and getting a few demons who owed him favors, the plan was set! You'd surely give him your name after and he'd get to see your full potential.

Nothing could go wrong!

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Except everything went wrong.

He did get one thing, and that was seeing some of your power. Some.

He stood frozen in awe (and fear).

The beasts you commanded tore through sinners, ripping them into shreds. Blood and guts covering the ground beneath you, along with yourself.

Not that you cared, no.

In fact, you were laughing at the chaos around you.

Oh. What caused this?

A few of the demons that owed Alastor had tried to do the unthinkable and completely disrespected you.

That's not something you're ok with, noted.

Just like before, the radio demon watched as you moved gracefully. Like a skilled predator hunting and toying with its prey. Everyone would know not to think little of you and you'd make sure of it.

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You were livid.

Some demons had the gall to try to disrespect you, trying to touch you, trying to defile you.

Oh no, no, no, no...

You had to teach them. Teach ALL of them that what you were was above whatever stupid sin got them stuck in Hell.

After all, you were one of the most oldest surviving sinners in Hell from the middle ages. One who worshipped the Old Gods before the current became forced into most cultures.

Buildings were in flames and collapsing, beautiful screams were heard, and finally-! Finally, you held the motionless heart of the demon who started all of this.

"Hmm~hm.", you hum a tune, examining the organ, deciding to bite the left side first.

Sinking your teeth into the muscle of it and tearing off the bottom left ventricle. Blood splattering on your face and covering most of your mouth, dripping off your chin.

This reminded you how your earlier years in Hell were like.

It was nice to reminisce the old days when you were an Overlord, taking territory and picking off the others one by one. However, it got boring quickly and you just gave most of it away to a friend with one condition.

Keep the land thriving.

It's a pity they died, the territory was left to rot and was soon taken over by someone else.

Calling one of the large cat like creatures over, the beast lied down in the area with the least amount of blood and you climbed on it to get comfortable as well. Resting on the fluffy being, you leaned back and took another bite of the heart, watching the block and surrounding areas fall apart.

Bodies covering the road, a few still alive and being chased down by the other beasts that you conjured.

"Well, that was marvelous!"

You snapped your head to the side, seeing Alastor.

A feeling in your gut told you that he was the main source of this whole mess.

"What do you want Radio Demon.", you ate another piece of the heart.

"Just came by after hearing the wonderful sounds of agony! Had to see what was going on and I couldn't be more happy with the sight that blessed my eyes.", he said with an innocent smile, which clearly held smugness and mischief.

"You've seen the show and now its over. Leave.", you say and turn away from him.

He didn't take the hint. If you could even call it that with how simply you said that you wanted him gone.

"Oh but darling, I was wondering if you would be so kind to give me your name! I'd be very happy with just that!", he began to walk towards you.

In less than a second you had a hand around his neck, slamming the red dressed demon into the wall of a nearby building. Static filled the air and Alastor looked at you with black eyes, growling.

"The start of the game was fun but after this stunt?", you said and leaned in close. "I'm not playing anymore.", you whispered.

Letting go, you walk backwards and smile. "I'll let you go with this warning. It's the last one you'll ever get.", you say and turn around, walking further away.

Before he could move, you turn around again.

"Oh, and I hope you like that little mark I gave you~"

With that, you disappear into the shadows.

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Mark?

After getting to his humble abode, he checked the mirror and saw what you meant by mark. There was a bloody heart that you painted on his throat, one he doesn't remember feeling done.

It would not come off.

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"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss~"

Me listening to a cute love song while typing out a bloody scene.

~Seline, the person.

Part 4

Power ChL🍷 | ML for Alastor🎙