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[mollysfuturemishaps]

Molly's Future Mishaps Chapter 17: Human

Leaf encounters a human on their Earth expedition, but quickly realizes learning about the Earth from them won’t be as easy as she first thought. Meanwhile, Molly and Jo discover a different creature. 

[thompsborn]

i know i’ve said that being able to do the stereotypical insane ao3 authors notes is fun and amusing to me but can the universe NOT take that as a challenge to add more shit to my list of things to add next time i post ???? like. fucking. Calm Down Please.

[hinacu-arts]

Its been forever since I posted a snippet of

BBC - The Fic

so here's a chunk from the next chapter. Hopefully i'll make some decent progress soon and be able to give you guys a ETA on part 2 release date.

“Alright, its ready.”

Donnie exited his lab with Casey’s replacement hockey stick. Only, what was in his hand didn’t look like a hockey stick. It looked like a flattened metal tube about eight inches long.

“Okay! Where is it?”

Donnie snorted, “Right here!” The tube suddenly grew in size, “It’s collapsible for easy carrying.”

“Woah…”

“I wish my swords had a travel size.”

“Nobody asked you, Leo.” Donnie replied as he held the weapon in front of them. “I reused several designs from my beloved but retired tech-bo. You have several different head and length options, as well as a biometric lock. Raph wouldn’t let me add the chainsaw option but you do still have a flame thrower and fire extinguisher-”

“IT HAS A FLAME THROWER?!” Casey interrupted as he took the tech-stick out of Donnie’s hands.

“Yes, it has a flame thrower. Please only practice with that in open areas.”

“Uh, Donnie,” Raph looked ready to pull the weapon out of Casey’s hands, “is giving him all these very lethal options a good idea? Does he even know how to use a flame thrower?”

Donnie scoffed, “It’s a flame thrower Raph, all you do is point and press.”

Casey curiously pushed one of the slide switches towards the butt of the stick. The standard hockey stick head was quickly replaced with a pitchfork.

“There’s slides and buttons. The buttons are hidden under grips and require force to push them, this is to stop any accidental firing. There are separate buttons for the flame thrower, extinguisher, and collapsible mode. One slide’s clicks determine the weapon head and the other the speed and intensity. Unfortunately I could not manage to add the snack feature and keep the collapsible length pocket sized-”

“Donald,” Casey cut in before Donnie could start using tech mumbo jumbo, “thanks. A lot. Its amazing.”

Mikey placed a hand on Casey’s shoulder and shook, “Please, please let me paint it.”

“Can you make it glow in the dark?”

“I can make it glow in the dark.”

[bloodinwine]

Warning: Whiny AF post This is gonna come out all messy and shit and a complete overshare because I'm emotional and I know it's a bad idea to write things and share them when you're emotional. But whatever. Writer. And what the fuck ever. People advise I take breaks all the time, but the thing is all I ever want to do is write. I want to disappear into Effy and Astarion's world. It's supposed to be my happy place but tonight instead I'm literally just staring at this screen trying not to cry like a bitch because FUCKkk after chp17 my brain is being so freaking hideous to me. It's usually like this after a chapter drop, but this has been just the worst. I already have chp18 outline complete and on one hand I'm happy with it right? Like I'm excited to write this chapter. But I also now have this fear of like...putting in what will probably wind up being 2 months of effort only to feel like I've failed. I wish I had tougher skin and I know I've definitely come a long way. My relationship with writing prior to fandom was even more fragile, but then again I never really shared my work. I knew this was going to be hard but I didn't realize how much. I do my best to be my own cheerleader but I can't say things like I don't give a shit or I won't let this get to me, because I do care so so much. This isn't just a hobby to me. Ah man...but I don't want to be like this you know? I want to focus on the good and the positive things. I went back and just spent some time reading so many of the kind words people have left. Read some older things I wrote and tried to just enjoy Effy being dumb lol.

Anyway, all this to say. I think I might need to fade away for a bit or take some steps back from fandom. I should be happy about sharing the chapter but I have to admit I just feel incredibly low right now and I don't think that's right. I promise I was so incredibly happy with it before I hit the post button. I never post anything I'm not happy with. That's why feeling all these ups and downs about it is so confusing and annoying for me. I think a lot about the advise I've gotten from others about building confidence around my writing. It's better, but man I'm just not fucking there yet. I don't know if I'll ever be. I really hope. I'm trying.

But no matter what I will never give up on UY. A piece of my soul is literally in that story. I will never give up on writing. I just can't deal with myself when I feel like this.

[fandomworldofdreams]

Hospital For Souls

"Pay no mind what other voices say. They don't care about you.

Like I do. Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils. See they don't give a fuck about you. Like I do

Just stay with me. Safe and ignorant"

-A Perfect Circle

Previous: Prologue - CHP17

Warnings: drugging

Chapter XVIII: Pet

Valeria felt like a broken record on constant repeat. The same woeful story, hardened shell, and decaying body. She wondered what they saw in her. All she saw in herself was a nuisance, a hopeless cause. She supposed her bitterness and anger amused them, at the very least.

She was growing weary of resisting them any longer. They wanted to break her and damn it was working.

She couldn't get clean enough, no matter how many times she's washed herself. She'd scrubbed til her skin was raw. She felt disgusting.

The rec room was like viewing a reality show. Valeria was a spectator to the characters who all awaited the same foreseeable fate. She was no exception.

There was something truly sickening and dehumanizing about being physically violated. She'd thought the mental abuse had been the peak of suffering, she was ignorantly wrong. Believing the body was nothing more than a shell for a soul, it was a home for it. Once that had been desecrated. Any sense of safety was gone.

Valeria’s mind was vacant of any meaningful thoughts besides death.

Perhaps that was how she was meant to feel forever, that was her punishment.

She had no memory after the assault, how her clothes got back on, how or when she returned to her cell, and most importantly, what kind of information she had disclosed to them in her moments of mindless obedience.

She wished deep down that Dr. Lecter had extended the kindness of wiping her mind of the rape all together. But she knew it was a reminder, that there were no lines or limits to what they were capable of, the things they could and would do just for the amusement of it all.

She saw the table where Sebastian and Jane sat, deep in conversation, unaware of her presence.

Unaware of the knowledge Valeria may have ruined their only chances of escaping this place.

The way Dr. Crane looked while raping her could not leave her mind. The image was burned into her memory, his face continuously flashed before her eyes, sending her into a panicked dissociative state.

She couldn't muster the will to move towards them, her feet were cemented to the floor. She hated the thought of having to look them in the eyes after betraying them. The guilt she felt was suffocating. A lump in her throat that threatened to choke her or make her vomit.

A hand rested on her lower back, she immediately flinched. Her whole body tightened and relaxed. A feeling of warmth spread through her body, one that seemed to stir from her subconscious. The unknown sense of peace made her mind begin to spiral and panic. She found herself leaning into Dr. Lecter. Even if he was the last person in this world she wanted comfort from, she craved any type. She knew she could technically go to Teddy, Sebastian, or Jane for comfort, but what risk would that bring to them?

"Why haven't you sat down, dear?" His hand rubbed small circles, idly tapping his fingers in a soft rhythm that sent chills up her spine.

She shook her head, "can't" was all she could push out. The room was spinning, the feeling of tranquility was gone, overcome by an immediate sense of danger.

"You remember our discussion? "

She didn't respond, bile got caught in her throat. He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and leaned closer. "Their fates rest on you. You are enduring, I'm sure you will do fine."

"This is cruel," she whispered.

"Cruel?" His lip twitched upward. "Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself."

"Do you have the receipt?"

He chuckled, removing his hand from her back.

His aura was gone, she could've whined from the lack of contact and yet sighed at the relief. Her feet moved automatically, her mind far away.

When she took her seat at the table all eyes turned to her.

"Holy shit-" Seb breathed, his face falling. "You look horrible."

She imagined she did, her body was constantly in survival mode and it was beginning to take a heavy toll.

"Flattery will do you both no good," she teased, smiling as best she could, but it didn't stretch too far.

"Are you okay?" Jane's tone was soft, and Valeria almost sneered at how genuine it sounded.

She didn't deserve their concern. She nodded, absent-mindedly. “As okay as can be expected.”

"Look, we don't wanna give you too much info in case Lecter decides to scramble that brain again," Seb said, glancing both ways and leaning closer. "It happens tomorrow."

These words did not bring her solace like she had hoped when hearing those words. She didn't even feel dread, just a sense of urgency.

Her leg began bouncing up and down under the table, she intertwined her fingers on the table.

"Okay."

They looked at her confused. "Valeria . . . We're gonna be free."

"I heard you, Freedom." she said. Free, the word sounded sour on her tongue. She wondered if true freedom was even achievable. One was never truly free, perhaps there was room for free will. But there would always be bills to pay, past decisions to haunt you, and people to engage with. No, she would never truly be free.

Sebastian reached across the table to grasp her hand. She winced, but he didn't pull back. Instead, his gaze softened.

"What happened to you?" Her mouth grew dry and her body started shaking.

"I think I just need some more rest. I haven’t been sleeping well.."

She watched the way their faces fell at her words, seeing through the lie. “You know you can talk to us, we're here for you,” Jane said. “How have their sessions been? Have they gotten worse?” “They’ve been fine, nothing out of the usual.” The lie almost sounded fully convincing. Then, she watched as both their bodies stiffened, faces going hard. She sensed the shift in the energy.

Someone was behind her, a hand now placed on her shoulder.

This presence did not bring an alluring warmth, but a chilling cold that had her stomach spinning. Instead of reacting, her body froze completely. Hoping he wouldn’t acknowledge her.

"Good evening," Dr. Crane's voice was lighter than usual, almost upbeat.

Her body felt far away from her mind.

His fingers dug painfully into her shoulder. At the silent command she quickly pulled away from Sebastian's hand, placing her palms in her lap.

Submission.

"Crane," Seb replied, an edge to his tone. "To what do we owe the honor?"

"I'm just making rounds around the room, checking on everyone."

They were making it increasingly hard to act normal. Perhaps that was their goal, see how far she was willing to go. How well she could keep a secret.

"I had no idea you were so magnanimous," Valeria replied. She could feel Crane's gaze burn a hole in her head. She couldn't bring herself to meet it.

"I have my moments."

"What a pleasant surprise," she retorted, bitterly.

"I must admit, I am also here to see Ms. Lockwood and Mr. Cedar. I need to have a moment with them in my office."

Both of their faces turned to shock. Valeria felt her jaw tighten painfully, What game was he playing now?

"If you both would," he gestured behind him as two guards appeared to lead them out.

She looked back as they left, worry evident on their faces.

Crane, who was still standing beside her, moved his hand from her shoulder to brush against her throat.

She stopped breathing. He didn't say a word though, merely gazed at her reaction with satisfaction before following after her friends.

She watched the back of his head as he walked off after them, releasing a long shuddering breath..

She scanned the room for Teddy, but he was nowhere to be seen.

So, she was left alone with her thoughts and anxiety. Was he going to tell them he knew everything, revealing her betrayal? Each minute passed by agonizingly slowly. Before rec time was up though, Seb and Jane returned, looking flustered.

"What happened?" Valeria's voice was breathy. She was practically falling out of her seat with anticipation.

"They're releasing us," Jane said quietly.

Her ears started ringing. “What?”

“Crane says Dr. Lecter has put in a request for release, That he finds us both fit to return to society. Dr. Crane told us he agreed and has written us off as sane. We're supposed to be released in two days.”

Those fuckers.

“That’s great,” she said and she meant it..

“We’re still going through with the plan,” Sebastian said.

“They’ll come looking for you. You two have the chance to leave with all your freedom in fact,” Valeria's tone was calm. “You would both be stupid to continue with the plan.”

“We’re not leaving you,” Jane declared.

“Yes, you are.” she rose from her seat, taking a long look at them. “If you come for me tomorrow, I will not go. I will make a scene and then we'll all be stuck in this shit hole til we're killed. Don't come for me, leave me alone. I belong here and I understand that now. You two don’t. Besides, maybe you could fight this place from the outside, you’d have a much better chance of winning.”

“Yeah . . ,” Jane trailed off. “Maybe.”

It was a truly despicable feeling, the kind of feeling of worthlessness that led her to lash out and push people even further away. Her predisposed idea of abandonment she forced on everyone.

The knowledge that she was a piece of shit and deserved nothing good, she was a fucking disease that infected those she loved.

Even now, she had no idea why she had asked a guard to escort her to Dr. Lecter’s office.

She was a rabbit stepping back into a trap, simply existing and becoming prey.

He did not look surprised when she entered. He almost seemed to gaze at her approvingly.

“Why tell me to act normal and find out their plan if you just intended to discharge them?” She got straight to the point.

He leaned back in his office chair, his actions and expression reminded her of Crane, causing her to feel sick.

“I informed you, I intended to rebuild you. That means not having outside influence from others.”

“You’re going to release them?” She tried to keep her voice from cracking. “This isn't some trick or plan to kill them?”

He sucked in his lips, running his tongue along them. “No trick. They will be released. Unless they decide to go through with the escape plan, in that case, they will never see the light of outside again.”

“Put me back in solitary,” she pleaded.

He tilted his head. “Why, dove?”

“They won't escape without me. If I go away that ruins their plan and then they can be free.”

“I won't do that.”

“Why not?”

He pushed back so the chair was away from the desk and waved her over with a simple incline of his finger. Hesitantly, she approached him, legs slightly shaking. He patted his thigh.

She looked from the intimidation of it back to him, swallowing hard and sitting down so some of her weight was on the one knee. He lifted her and slid his other knee under her so her whole weight was on his lap and her face was pressed against his shoulder.

One hand gripped her waist, balancing her or trapping her, she wasn't sure. The other rested on her thigh.

His scent was different today, more bitter in comparison to his usual musk. The severity made her eyes water. Or maybe it was like seeing someone in a new light. The things that brought her comfort disappeared, overshadowed by harsh reality. The rose glasses were off and she was left standing as the fool.

“Decisions and choices must be made for this to play out appropriately,” he hummed. “I’m curious to see what will happen. I need to see choices they will make and what you'll do.”

“What I'll do?” she felt the vibrations from his voice against her cheek.

“Which course you’ll choose.”

“If I choose them will you kill me?” Hopeful, she was hopeful.

“No, not you.” a simple response. Yet it held so much threat within it. “Does that sadden you?”

“I don’t know..”

“Were you afraid when faced with death by your own hands?” She contemplated his question.

“I remember seeing all the blood. I think it was overwhelming, the fact I could make out the inside of my arm, I'd never seen so much blood. My heart was beating so loud it was driving me crazy. But I couldn't cover my ears, I couldn't even move. I remember sweat dripping down my forehead and then there was a ringing in my ears. I still hear that ringing sometimes, especially when Crane gives me that drug.”

“But what did you feel? Were you afraid?” His fingers had started dragging along her leg, though she was protected by fabric it did nothing to calm her as he moved higher up.

“Not towards the end,” she confessed. “It was almost peaceful, fulfilling oddly. Like I'd finally proved that I wasn't a fuck up.”

“In the beginning?”

“Terrified. All I could see in my mind was Lucian's dead body. The way his skin was purple, his pupils were so small. There was vomit all over him. I didn't want to die that violently. I wanted a quiet ending.”

“The same violent ending your mother faced?”

She paused, looking up at his eyes. “Yes.”

He reached up to stroke her cheek. “Death is a magnificent thing. Love and death are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.”

“Are you scared of death?”

“I've always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror of everything this world has to offer.”

“I wish I could react as positively to the thought,” she whispered. “Instead it's a goal that clouds my mind everyday.”

“Perhaps that is what makes you different. Upon taking his own life, Socrates offered a rooster to the God of healing, Asclepius, to pay his debt. To Socrates, death was not a defeat, but a cure.”

“A cure for the disease of life . . .” Everything was beginning to click together in her head. “You believe because I faced death that I am more evolved than most?”

“Almost, you are still bound by your past blunders. Still too afraid to take the leap. I plan to change that.”

He was imitating God. Or, at least a God.

“You play with people's lives often, don't you?” He smiled, helping her stand to her feet, mirroring her.

“When the fox hears the rabbit screaming, he comes running, but not to help.”

He crossed the room towards the record player, moving the headshell to rest on the platter.

The vinyl came to life, spinning. Orchestral music filled the space, a mixture of strings.

“What are you doing?” her voice was a lifeless lull as she gazed at Dr. Lecter, who swayed to the record player.

“I'm dancing.” He held out his hand to her. She just looked at it.

“I don’t feel like dancing,” she said. Her words did not matter, he took one hand in his and brought it to clasp his shoulder, intertwining their other hands. She should have never opened up about how sentimental she was to dancing, they found a way of ruining it.

He started swaying, moving her body with the hand that gripped her waist,

“Dr. Crane once mentioned he administered his drug to someone who found it enlightening. That was you, wasn't it?”

“Yes. I saw things that opened up my eyes to my limitations. Do you not find the experience thrilling?”

“Not in the slightest, I live with these fears on a daily basis, why would I wish to experience them full fold?”

“Who’s the monster lurking in the shadows?”

Her heart thudded in her throat. “What do you mean?”

“Whenever you are under the effects of Dr. Crane's drug you see a figure lurking in the shadows. A monstrous form, if I'm correct.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Afraid the mere mention of it would summon it.

“I don't know. I speculate it’s my manifestation of fear.”

“Better to fear something seen than something only in your mind,” he hummed.

Her heart was racing in her chest, his hand around her waist made her want to push away from him or burn the clothes he touched.

“You and him aren’t in my mind,” she whispered, staring at the wall. She felt lightheaded.

“You fear us?”

“More than anything. I am a victim of your torment.”

“It is easy to create a victim. You lock a person up in the dark and they begin to suffer. And you feed that suffering methodically, precisely to make it last. And then there is trauma and it opens those cracks. Through those cracks seep darkness, everyone has a different reaction to that though. Many people lose their way or become ruined in darkness, those who were born in it thrive best in its familiarity. The light is what truly destroys them, making them indifferent to their true nature.“

“Are you implying I am one of the lost?”

Darkness. She had never truly considered it a fear, it was more of a dislike. Perhaps that was why she clung to Emily, the sun to her pitch black world.

“You are the ladder. Since the moment you have stepped in here, you have shown a particular interest in the dark.” No, she had shown stubbornness and arrogance. “Even when faced with possible death you held a knife to the two of us, refusing to go down without a fight. Rather to go out on your own terms.”

It was getting hotter in the room and the familiar feeling of panic hit her.

“You drugged me again.” It was a statement, one that lacked any distress.

“What gave it away?”

“When don’t you.” He chuckled, pulling away from her to twirl her under his arm. The action made her head spin.

“It’s not a potent concoction, so do not fret.”

“When?” Not that it mattered anymore.

“Think.” She licked her lips, glancing around the room. She hadn’t eaten or drank anything. Nor did he spray her with anything.

“Your scent is different, you sprayed yourself with it.”

He must also feel the effects and not be bothered by it. Could she ever achieve that?

“You aren’t scared. Teach me.” That smile was back on his face, the one full of intrigue and mischief.

“Focus without reacting. You cannot hide from your fears, they are apart of you.”

She sighed, allowing him to lead her into a faster-paced waltz. The room before her was no longer his office but a large ballroom. The one from her college with a large chandelier in the center.

Gone were her asylum clothes, replaced by a gown that had slits at the thighs, allowing her legs to peek through the fabric. The bodice was adjourned with green jewels. The pieces of fabric for sleeves drooped off her shoulders and the front of the dress plummeted down her front.

She was immediately uncomfortable, feeling too exposed. She turned to Dr. Lecter, but he was gone. She gazed at the faces around her, spinning frantically.

The notes from the orchestra filling the room with its sweet and calming sound. “Are you looking for me?” Dr. Lecter’s voice was in her ear.

She couldn’t talk, instead, she nodded.

“Are we alone?” He asked, unaware to what scene her mind had created. She shook her head.

“No, there’s so many people. They’re watching us. You said this wasn’t potent.”

He hummed, sliding a hand up her hip to cup her waist, his other hand trailed down the length of her arm, raising it to the side as he led her forward.

“What are you doing?”

"Where are we?" He ignored her question.

"The ballroom at my old college."

"We're at a party i presume?"

"Yes."

“Are they real, Valeria?”

They felt real, it all felt real. Even the way the fabric of the dress rubbed against her skin painfully.

“No?”

“Then why allow it to change what we’re doing?“

He spun her around to face him. She gasped, backing away. He was in an impeccable suit, but his eyes were pitch black, and antlers protruded from his skull. He tilted his head.

She was afraid, but she allowed him to take her hands once again and sweep her to the dance floor. A burning spotlight was on them as she struggled to not focus on his appearance or on the growing crowd.

She allowed the music to consume her, invade her. She let the movements flow through her body effortlessly, allowing him to lead her further. She leaned her body from him, reaching her hand towards the crowd, an extension of him. He kept a strong grip on her hand.

As she gazed at the monstrous figures in the crowd she returned to him, relaxing enough to lean into him as he dipped her.

The high notes of the strings turned dark, no longer a light quick beat but a deep sorrowful one.

“When you allow yourself to surrender you are acknowledging your power and lack of simultaneously,” his voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard. “When walking away from experiencing death our limits are broadened. A sense of invincibility and raw mortality send our nervous system into shock. It is a feeling beyond any other.”

Time held no meaning here, neither did wrong or right. It was all about survival, adrenal, a never ending high.

Dr. Lecter never missed a beat, following evenly with the tempo. His hands brushed against her skin, following the pattern of her body like a lover would. Each touch sent electric shocks through her body.

He raised his arm to spin her. One spin turned into two, then three. By the sixth she was too dizzy to balance.

But he was gone.

She was left alone under the spotlight, staring into the darkness that had consumed the crowd.

She fell to her knees, that feeling of bliss quickly dispelled.

She understood with some sickening clarity. She was afraid to be alone. Yet she clung to loneliness like a lifejacket, keeping her afloat in a storm of her own making.

She couldn't keep herself up anymore, falling further into the floor.

The spotlight disappeared.

The dance ended.

She wheezed, jolting up in bed. Her heart thudded in her ears, sweat trickling down her body, making her clothes cling to her.

She was shaking so hard she slid down to the cool floor to try and stabilize herself.

She had hoped for some peace finally. To wallow in silence, but like everything else in this hell hole, that didn't work out.

Her cell shut and Teddy took a seat on the bed.

“I may want to give you space and respect you. But you don't react to that, so I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell's going on.”

“Sebastian and Jane are being released in two days,” the words tasted bitter on her tongue and she hated herself for feeling resentment.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Valeria, take a moment and really think of that. Do you genuinely believe they plan to release them? Let them free to possibly tell people what's going on here?”

“It’s a suicidal person's word against theirs,” she said.

“Okay, let me rephrase,” he said softer. “Do you truly believe after the trouble they have caused the vengeful Dr. Crane, that they will truly be free? That Dr. Lecter doesn't believe when they leave they will fight to get you out of here.”

She broke then, a damn being blasted open. All the tears came pouring out and she buried her head in her arms, shaking uncontrollably.

“Hey, it's okay,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder. She flinched away, cowering.

“Don’t touch me!”

She hated the fear in her voice, the weakness she showed him. How pathetic she felt.

She hated the way his gaze softened, like he could see right through her. Loathed the hint of pity that passed across his face.

She tried desperately to regain control, fix her slip up, but she was so tired.

"Even if it's a small chance,” she whispered. “We wait for their release. Two days. I can wait that long. You want to get me out, wait until they've been released. Assure me you'll be there to make sure they are released.”

“Too much can happen in two days,” he said. She acknowledged the concern.

“It’s the only plan I’ll agree to.” He nodded.

“Okay, two days. Then we're getting a damn burger and sleeping for a week.”

[ranaitsan]

i had to call him sensei!- chp17

That monster attacked us to swallow other small monsters, what is this!? I could do nothing but avoid his attacks. As for the hunters, they tried to injure him, but he was not affected by their attacks. As for Vanitas, he was lost since the doctor escaped with Spider-Man! I don't know why, but I heard the doctor saying something to Vanitas before he left… While he was exhausted, Noé tried to save him from the monster's attacks, and then Noé shouted at Vanitas that he would abandon him and face the monster alone… They quarreled again, so Vanitas gathered his strength and stood up. Besides Noi, sometimes they look like a cat and a mouse but I feel like Vanitas is the cat 🐱 and Noi is the mouse 🐀. While we were facing the monster, I told Vanitas that I had one bomb that I could use once, so he must take advantage of the opportunity and carry out his mission of purifying the curse-bearer using that book. So we made a plan for the hunters to attack the monster and distract it, and I would blow up the ceiling on it using The bomb temporarily obstructs his movement, and then Noe will fly in Vanitas to do his part! And so we worked as a team and the mission was successful! Vanitas saved the curse-bearer and he returned to his human form when he was a child!!!

Waaah! Miraculously we succeeded! What awesome teamwork! And there lay Noe and Vanitas laughing, how could they laugh now! But I also feel like laughing! I laughed too! but…

How cruel people are! Even children are not spared from the greed of evil people! (me)

You're right I was wrong in the past! I thought that vampires were the evil and scourge in this world and must be eliminated! But today I discovered that sometimes humans are selfish and evil creatures, and that vampires are creatures like us that also deserve to live, and that they are also subjected to injustice! (The Hunter with the Light Bomb)

How long have you been with us!?

Good! Noe cleared up my misunderstanding! My name is Roland and you?

Call me Diane.

And so they all went their separate ways, informing the hunters about Doctor Moreau's laboratory, and taking Vanitas and Noi, the curse-bearer, to Mr. Orlok and presenting him with the report. As for me, I returned to the laboratory and the inventor was still asleep all this time. I was looking at the inventor and comparing him to that evil doctor. They share the characteristic of research and experimentation, but their principles are different and the ways they influence society are different. I hope that there are many people like the inventor. I don't know what's up with that alchemist, but I want to tell him the details of that solution that I saw with that bald villain. I never imagined that one day I would meet one of the crazy inventors that I see in American superhero stories, I wonder! Is all this still a dream? I do not think so!

I treated my injuries and went to bed to rest, but the events I experienced today were a little confusing, especially when that Spider-Man appeared and took the doctor with him. Did Lord Ruthven have anything to do with this matter? Does it have anything to do with the doctor's evil research? Did they take my weapon to use it for their evil plans? I wonder if this will be the last time our laboratory is attacked by them?

Many questions I couldn't find answers to! So I decided to go to Vanitas and Noy Ghada to inquire a little about that doctor's case and who was behind him!

[thoughtsfromthegrandline]

Total “king of the pirates” mentions: 10

[melimelo-ao3]

Amandi chp 17

Chapter 17 is posted! The title is Fairies’ Ball, and yes, it’s inspired by the 2003 movie scene we’re all thinking about.

It’s maybe a bit corny to post it today, but I couldn’t resist x) so if you’d like to read a fluffy, romantic Peter/Wendy chapter, be my guest! I hope you enjoy it.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27559642/chapters/72047775

[otheunstoppable]

... verses from Monday's meditation #TaoTeChing #Chp17 #taoandzen #zenandtao #leadwithlove #leadwithintegrity #compassion #cooperation #tao #taomemes https://www.instagram.com/p/BuUDCNHFJAA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10tpoybuc4i1s

[decembercamiecherries]

Chapter 17 title: In The Name of Love

Chapter 17 word count: 9,229 -> Total story word count: 103,389

Chapter 17 summary:

Killua shut his eyes and breathed in deep. He hadn’t expected to ever do this. He didn’t want to ever do this. But with his family already owning most of Nanika, what other choice did he have? Keeping her wouldn’t save them. But handing her over just might.

The real question was...would Alluka ever forgive him?

Killua swallowed thickly, throat burning. He wished he was a better brother to her and Nanika both. He’d made mistakes at every turn, but he had done it all in the name of love. And that was enough, wasn’t it? That was what Gon had told him. Keeping Alluka safe, and now Gon too, came first. They were all he had left.

Everything else—including Nanika—came second.

And......here it is! The climax of the fic, the final chapter before the epilogue! This was really hard for me to write, actually ^^;;; I had to write a cheat sheet for myself to figure out how the characters' interactions would play out and what their motives were. I hope it all came across clearly.

On a separate note, I can’t believe this fic broke 100k words. Damn!

Anyway, only one chapter left and it’s the epilogue! See you on December 26th~

[jetaime-jespere]

We See No End Chp17

Chapter 17 is now up on ff.net or ao3! 😘

[thompsborn]

was scanning through homeward bound ch 16 while working on chp17 and just. harley revealing his feelings for peter by saying “i’m kind of obsessed with you” is so good. i’m so excited to write his pov in the sequel because from peter’s pov harley is this constant comfort of stability and care and soft warmth but in harley’s pov the inner workings of his gay disaster brain will be SO fun to put into words

[jimlingss]

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Anonymous said: AHHHHH OMGGG I FCKN LOST MY MINDD. THEY FINALLY KITHHHH OMG CHAPTER 17 IS SO DARN CUTEEE wHY dO jUngKOoK anD OC HAVE tO bE SO CUTe?!?!

Anonymous said: i'm working so i can't read the update rn but i am SO PUMPEDGSF

Anonymous said: OH MY GUFKCJFFN GODDDDDDDD THEY FINALLY KISSED HALLELUJAHHHHHH. i was smiling like crazy reading chapter 17 😭 worth the wait after all that pining!! THEY ARE FINALLY TOGETHER THANK YOU AHHHH

Anonymous said: EXACTLYYYYYY FCKING FINALLY AHHHHH. no wonder you said to look forward to chapter 17 (and chapters 20 & 23 hehehe yes i haven’t forgotten about those either). the way i almost screamed bc they kissed......i’m so happy

Anonymous said: your tAGS ARE CORRECT!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH INDEED.

Anonymous said: it happeNED IT HAPPENED SOMEONE HOLD MY JUICE BOX IT FINALLY HAPPENED. MY TIME HAS COME. I CAN DIE IN PEACE NOW, GOODBYE FOREVER.

Anonymous said: Sugar and Coffee chp17................. oH😮

raejeon said: I loved that new update so bad😩FINALLY!!

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Anonymous said: OH MAH GAWD FINALLYYYYYYY!!!

jtrbluv said: IM ABT TO CATCH UP ON THE PAST TWO CHAPTERS OF S&C BUT UR TAGS R SCARING TBE SHIT OUTTA ME OMLSBBDJEJ

jtrbluv said: OH MY HOD NVM I SEE WHY NOW FUCK ( stuck with u by ari and jb came on during the slow dance part and then the bridge of the song came in during the climax AND WOW THAT WAS JUST PERFECT LIKE WOW MY HEART U R AMAZING

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Do you hear it, y’all? It’s the sound of victory.

The patience of the slowburn is FINALLY paying off, isn’t it? :D

[bloodinwine]

WIP Wednesday on a Thursday

Thank you for the tag @anacdoce <3 I adored your snippet so much <3 <3 <3 Here's a clip from Chp17 of Until You

effy needs to go the fuck to sleep.

no pressure tags for: @thedreamlessnights , @kittenintheden , @meeshrox , @davenswitcher

[boisei]

end of @killcommander fsau chp17

[mymadmedleyw]

Update2: currently I’m in the middle of 2/3, attaching to 1/3 went smoothly, but I’m not calm, it is near to 6,3k right now... okay, I think it is official it’ll be long, but damn, since when my chapters are not middle-sized as those were at the very beginning?

Note: even if it could be done (no, I should write instead an crazily long essay as a uni task, then finishing it, but this is just sooo hard) within the next few days, but I will need a few days too for the complete betaing - I am trying to make my sentences understandable as much as I can (I got a note to that part, so now I am trying to focus on this a bit better). So, maybe a week? Still, I am not sure when I will be able to figure out the complete chp18 from literal nothing after this, but I have some very basic notes for that now! Also, I am so excited to share chp17 in the near future, god, there are so many explaning (or theories, depending from how you see it...) in that, and in fine, the using of my many (earlier only briefly mentioned) headcanons, so I hope it will be fun reading it too!

(WIP)

Ladies and gentlemen,

I started working on wtph/17.

I am announcing this because right now it seems I wrote - within the past hours - 1/3 of it.

I am separating it in my mind the chapter to three parts - you will then understand why - and currently I'm done with the first (without the final polishing of course, for that I have to be done with the whole).

And on the other hand, maybe it wouldn't take a month to upload it... (hopefully it wouldn't at least).

Also, about the 2/3 and 3/3 parts... for both I have notes, approximately those take the half of each, so I am good I think with the process.

And lastly, I'm so waiting to work on chp18, because for that I have the least notes. I'm serious, maybe a small paragraph I have for that. But I don't want to start to think about that until I'm done with the prior one. Writing something with only a short concept will be interesting, and almost and entirely new experience for me, so yeah, I am waiting for it.

Now, I think I will go back with my current satisfied mood and continue the work :)

Oh, and count it as official, I was thinking about it, and there will be only 20/21 chapters during wtph.(minus the additional 'bits' ones: I'm planning a few, four smaller ones maybe + a three-chaptered separately working one, but those are scheduled later.) I think in this year there will be only 17&18.