#doom Hell Revealed

[dolores-slay]

Spring got me feeling like a hounded prey animal

[laelior]

I'd like to thank Jedi: Survivor for finding yet another way to rip my heart out and stomp on it.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Theory: Messmer's timeline and story will only make sense if you consider him Marika's beloved firstborn

Aka, welcome to my doomed Mother & Son presentation slide 🔥🫡

This is written with the assumption that readers are aware of the big reveal regarding Marika's past.

(spoilers for SoTE and long discussion from Messmer’s birth to his final moment)

edit to add this dialogue from Gideon:

EDIT 2: Messmer's helm description literally stated he accepted his fate. he was just brooding sitting in the dark minding his own business, & he'd have been fine for a long time more if the Tarnished hadn't sauntered in & triggered all of his insecurities at once.

hell, he's still maintaining the jar clinic, the Keep still shows signs of activities, his "suffering" is him not being able to see his mom. but it is what it is, he already accepted that. yet people still love to blame Marika while we are the one fucking his brain chemical up???

his bros are throwing a divine disco light party next to his house and he's like "i do not care 🫤 i do not see 😑". he doesn't even give a shit there would be a new God (as long as it's not his mom marrying someone he deems unfit). i think he'd even take up gardening while waiting for Marika to pick him up, no problem. why can't we just tell him his mom is imprisoned istg

EDIT 3: clarification on the mistranslation of Messmer's armor description

[emacrow]

Damian and the Dumpster baby.

Damian was doing patrols, with a bit of a minor rescuing and feeding the strays animals until he heard a noise from a dumpster.

Tonight was going to be a storm coming, and he rather check up on the strays, feed them, fixing any of the secure hiding places he put out for them for rain occasionally, and try to smuggle 1 or 6 into the barn again without Father knowing. Alfred can keep a secret sometimes.

Jumping on the edge of the dumpster to see a plastic bag tied up on the pile of trash with something squirming inside, alive obviously. Oh if this another group of puppies, he going to find the culprit himself and break their kneecaps and arms this time.

Easily untying the plastic bag and opening to reveal.. a little baby.

Not a kitten or a puppy, a living breathing human baby, cut and tied umbilical and a pale with a unique birth mark in a shape of a lichtenberg from his tiny hand fading to his chest.

This..

This was out of Damian's comfort line.

He had dealt with saving animals, people, children, hell even toddlers. He never dealt with a baby before much less a newborn.

He could panic later as he hear the sounds of a storm brewing. Carefully picking up the baby by the back of the head and and by the body, using his cape to as a blanket to cover the obvious nudity of the baby. Climbing onto his Red Robin theme Doom Buggy.

Taking care of a baby is no different then taking care of a baby animal, right?

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He got caught after 5 month and a half by Alfred during feeding Danyal time, while scolded him about hiding the baby instead of coming to him.

He had a good reason to though, last time he told Alfred about the last newest addition, Bruce sended the Jafar the Ligor to a sanctuary. He still felt betrayed by that.(even though now Jafar is happily spending his days with the other mixed big cat breed but still)

He done a good enough job taking care of Danyal, even though he had to secretly look up baby stuff, medicine, clothes, a soft bedded cot and diapers.(the smell was much less worse then the sewer) he considered himself a great care-taker.(even though in the back of his mind, he feared that he might had unlocked that genetic adopt-bat bait traits that Dick warned him about)

Damian had gotten.. a bit attached, considering the idea of putting danyal in orphanage or a foster care wasn't ideal afterall the corrupted ones that Father and him had broken through over the years left a bad gut feeling if he had actually gone through with his plan. Danyal was one of his babies, only not covered in fur, scales, or a shell.

And he didn't do everything all on his own, Cass was the only who figured it out, kept it a secret and help out.. then steph found out... and Jason, Tim and Duke unfortunately found out after Cass and steph snuck danyal in the manor for a nice bath.

Only reason Dick didn't found out because everyone know he can't keep a secret away from Bruce's ear for long after found out Jason's new girlfriend was the new therapist in Gotham, and telling Bruce would feed his adopt-holic again and he end up having baby fever. (Tim didn't tell him what that word meant but he did look it up in a baby care guide book for new parents. And EW)

They were going to wait it out til Danyal was at least toddler age before sneaking him in the manor to gatekeep gaslight girlboss Father into thinking he already adopted him. (Steph's words, not his)

[werecreature-addicted]

Have you ever written about an amnesiac werewolf? Like the reader finds a poor lost soul in the forest and takes them in, unknowingly dooming herself to becoming a breeding pet when the moon strikes and his instincts take over? He doesn't know what's come over him. He really doesn't. :'(

TW: car accidents. dubcon. do i know anything about hospitals? no. shhh. enjoy the werewolf porn.

You've grown quite attached to John Doe. He came in three days ago, he'd been "found" naked wandering a forest road at night and gotten cleaned out by a driver in a pickup truck. The driver said he thought he hit a dog or a deer that had wandered onto the road and was horrified to see a man there instead lying bloody on the asphalt.

Despite how bad John Doe looked when he was wheeled into your clinic, he'd been recovering quite nicely. He was even conscious now although he didn't seem to remember anything from before the accident. That coupled with the fact that he was found naked in the woods, it was proving difficult to contact any friends or family who might be able to give a concrete identity.

You weren't too worried though. It was a small community, and you were sure someone who knew him would turn up eventually. As for you, this was a slow time of year for a humble trauma center doctor, you were able to spend lots of time with your favorite amnesiac. It was a little miraculous really how well he was recovering everything but his memory. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was supernatural.

You found yourself spending more and more time with your John Doe, he was sweet and funny, Not to mention he was very attractive, even bloody and bruised. Although the budding warmth you felt for him was tainted slightly both by the fact that he was your patient and the nagging worry in the back of your head that this wasn't the real him. This could all be a false personality that he would lose once he got his memories back.

You'd already started toying with a daydream where once recovered John Doe would still come by to visit you. You shake your head and try to dispel those fantasies from your mind. You mentally chided yourself, you weren't a teenager with a crush you should be handling yourself more professionally than this. Still, your heart raced when he smiled at you.

In the end, it wasn't a friend or family member who revealed who John Doe really was, but it was the summer rain. You were just about to leave for the night when you started getting phone calls. A bad storm was coming in and soon it wouldn't be safe to drive on the largely dirt roads in this town, no one would be coming up to fill in the night shift. You could make it home safe if you left now. But that would mean abandoning your patient and you couldn't do that. So instead you just sighed and hunkered down preparing to wait out the storm inside the hospital.

John Doe was more than happy to have your company- he liked you better than any of the overnight team anyway, and over the past day he'd begun to feel strange. Not in pain just energized in a usual way. there was a tingling sensation just below his skin, he felt hungry but not for food. He couldn't really put a name to the strange pressure in his body, he only knew that it was growing and it made him want to keep you close.

You were in the break room when it happened. You were trying to figure something out for dinner which was hard with only vending machine options available when lightning strikes and the lights die. you hesitate, waiting for backup generators but only the red EXIT lights stay on, casting an eerie red glow to the room. You were just starting to pull open cabinets looking for a flashlight when you heard a loud crash and what sounded like an animal growl. Your heart stops and before you can think you're running toward the sound relying on muscle memory to navigate the darkened halls.

You freeze seeing the hulking form of a wolf over the tipped-over bed of John Doe. How the hell did a wolf get in here? And alone. Even panicked you know something isn't right. Wolves don't come this close to humans, they don't attack humans and they never ever do it alone. Then the wolf looks at you and stands on its hind legs and you realize it's not a wolf but a monster.

Your hands tremble, you should run- call the sheriff- search the lost and found for a gun and shoot the damn thing. But you can't bring yourself to run. The creature in front of you is awe-inspiring despite your fear, you're curious. Then the monster moves and the interest vanishes. Again your body moves before your brain can think you turn and run. You don't look behind as you run but you can hear the beast howl and the solid thud thud thud as it chases after you.

It's a small emergency room, you know there's nowhere to hide unless the werewolf can read and respect "staff only" signs. You feel a large clawed hand wrap around your waist your legs are still kicking trying to run as you're lifted in the air by the monster.

"You took such good care of me...now let me take care of you, sweet mate," the werewolf growls in your ear, turning you to face him, forcing you to look at his hulking monstrous form. You struggle futilely in his grasp he's strong and you can see his muscles bulge under his dark black fur. Lightning strikes again illuminating his sharp white teeth and his bright hungry eyes.

It takes you a moment to catch up to the fact that 1. The werewolf had spoken and 2. That he had promised to "take care of you". Before you can catch your breath let alone ask what that meant he's shoving you down onto the cold linoleum floor, shredding your pants with one clawed hand and the other he presses down hard on your back in between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the floor. You can feel his warm breath on your exposed skin as he huffs your scent. you can't see him but you know he's drooling. The attention makes you tremble, and then he pushes his thick rough tongue against your body and you moan. His tongue is thick and wet against your trembling cunt. He can't keep his hands to himself, his clawed hand wraps around your breast squeezing as he pulls you back against his hungry lapping mouth.

You can't keep your moans to yourself. The little cries of pleasure slip from your mouth only making the beast more aggressive as he eats you out. Eventually, you give up trying to even hold back the sounds or pretend that you aren't enjoying the ravishment.

It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, he doesn't pull away when you reach your peak. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you savoring the flavor of your cum and the fact that he had successfully pulled an orgasm from you just like he'd promised. His tail wags as he cleans you up, then you start getting wet again and he's not cleaning you up as much as he is eating you out again. His cock hangs heavy between his legs too big and thick for his erection to lift so it just throbs with need and drips thick beads of precum onto the clean floor.

He can't quite decide what he needs more, to jerk himself off or to keep both his hands on you. Eventually, his own ache can't be ignored and he starts to jerk himself off. it doesn't take long for him to cum the sweet flood of your cum just drives him insane. his knot swells pitifully as his semen splatters against your legs and ass dripping down to your pussy. two of his clawed fingers scoop up some of his spilled seed and push it inside of you.

"Next time I cum tonight it's going to be inside of you." It sounds like a threat, you can't wait.

[tobiasdrake]

I really do love how much you can tell about Doomguy just from looking around his room.

Like. Yeah, all the stuff you expect to see is there.

He's got his big ol' gun rack.

What appears to be a rock he uses as a punching bag.

Whetstone for sharpening his knives. All the Real Manly Violence Man stuff you'd think would be there.

But also a pair of nunchaku. Doomguy has never used nunchaku in any of his games. Those are just there because apparently he's the kind of dork who likes to play around with nunchaku and pretend he's doing kung fu.

Also a jump rope. Gotta keep his cardio up for all that running and jumping he has to do.

He reads Guns & Bullets magazine, but he also reads Science Monthly. Which makes sense that he'd be a bit of a techie since....

...he seems to have made his new Praetor Suit by disassembling the old one and rebuilding it to be higher-quality. You can see from the guts of the suit that it's powered armor, and he just... knows how to work that.

He's mad. Not stupid.

He also reads cooking magazines, of course. His only friend is Doom J.A.R.V.I.S.; He's gotta be self-sufficient. Though how he got those pizzas delivered is certainly beyond me.

And, of course, he has a collection of regular books that he likes to read as well. Though his taste in literature reveals a certain trend.

Also, he reads comics.

So many comics.

So, so many comics that he's left discarded comics lying around on his munitions cases. This man is a nerd.

And if you doubt his nerd cred, remember that he even keeps collectible toy displays. Doomguy is explicitly the kind of person who will go out of his way in a firefight with the forces of Hell itself to go snatch up a new toy for his collection.

He even has collectible toy figures hanging out on his computer desk. He put a little hard hat on one of them.

On the other side of his desk, he's got some leftover pizza from the inexplicable delivery service, plus takoyaki flavor chips and some candy. It seems Doomguy is a fruity candy kind of guy, not a chocolate guy. Man after my own heart.

Oh, you know he has shredded every single surface of the Fortress of Doom at some point. How do you think he learned to react so quickly in combat?

That is, of course....

When he's not ROCKING OUT with one of his three separate guitars. I bet the middle one's his favorite. It has a place of honor under the giant demon skull.

Some people might say that a record player and casette tapes are old-fashioned but cut him some slack; He's a Gen X-er.

Of course, there's one thing that any walk through Doomguy's room reveals more than anything else. The one thing that matters more than the world to him. The thing that drives him in his every waking moment.

He loved his bunny rabbit. My favorite thing about the portrait - Well, my favorite thing about it is that it's a piece of fanart that got officially canonized, but aside from that - is that he's wearing his Praetor Suit in it.

That's not something he brought from home. He commissioned an artist to paint that after becoming a Night Sentinel. He still loves his poor, late bunny rabbit.

And he keeps her close to him when he's home.

[m39]

Doom WADs’ Roulette (2004): Hell Revealed II

You stand still in your room, with your eyes fully open and with some small fire on your head. You don’t even blink for a while. You’ve just finished playing “Hell Revealed II”.

Twice.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

You pass out.

Three days later.

You wake up.

Wh- WHAT?!

...

Oh yeah... this WAD...

G8: Hell Revealed II

Main author(s): Various (project originally led by Jonas Feragen (Chrozoron))

Release date: December 31st, 2003 (original release)

Version played: Final (I guess)        

Required port compatibility: Vanilla

Levels: 32 (classic 30 + 2)

Remember Hell Revealed? You know, the WAD from 1997 that was really hard and had a shit ton of Barons? Well, there is a sequel to it. Not created by the original WAD’s authors, although Yonatan Donner approved this WAD’s creation. This one was made by a group of over 10 creators led by Jonas Feragen, who created the Under the Horizon map for the 10 Sectors contest. This group also included Derek MacDonald (Jägermörder 1), Mike Watson (Void and MassMouth series), and Martin Friberg (Crestfallen) among many other authors that helped with Alien Vendetta.

So how was the development of Hell Revealed II behind the scenes? Well, it all started in 1998. Yes, just around a year later after the release of the original WAD. To put it lightly, this project was a mess. There were two beta versions of this WAD that had 17 maps, both released around February 2000. Surprisingly, Jonas left the project after some time (which considering that he hated the time with this WAD according to the comment on the Dean of Doom video about this WAD, it was a good call that he left), leaving Sam Woodman and Andy Olivera to somehow pull this mess together and release it.

So after all of this chaos, is Hell Revealed II a worthy sequel to the original MegaWAD? Let’s take a look.

And also, my apologies if I end up sounding sour towards this WAD. Two playthroughs can tire a man.

Hell Revealed II looks rather meh. Usually, the maps look rather fine and once in a while you can find something that can be awe for your eyes, but there are also times when a map looks like something out of the mid-1990s.

I know that this WAD focuses on tough battles and most of the maps were theoretically made between 1998 and 2000 by one guy, not even mentioning that it was made with Vanilla standards and restrictions but come on. Alien Vendetta and Scythe prove that you could make maps that were as pretty as they are hard. Even the first Hell Revealed had more interesting-looking maps than this WAD.

The status bar looks better, but I would prefer the numbers to use another font because sometimes I can’t differentiate some of them from each other.

Also, this WAD might like 3D bridges a little bit too much. Sure there is this fun extravaganza in Mind Trap with multiple of these stacked vertically but aside from this part of the WAD, I feel like they were overdone at this point in time. Oh, and you can fall through at least one of these.

Thankfully, the soundtrack is good. Unlike HR1 which had most of the tracks replaced with music from Rise of the Triad, this WAD has its soundtrack created by Sam Woodman (who I mentioned before) and Petter Mårtensen. Thank God it didn’t ruin my mood while playing this WAD, otherwise, I don’t know what would’ve happened.

If I could choose my favorite tracks, I would go with Sweaty Mancubus Armpits (very mature title), The Temple of Judgment, and Remains of War among the ones I liked the most.

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Why do I feel like the uglier the map, the better the music is?

Most of the time, Hell Revealed II has very simple maps. You would need to have mayo for a brain to get lost in these. There are of course some maps that require some brainstorming but there is nothing going too far.

Like with its predecessor, you can complete this WAD’s maps in no time if there are no monsters enabled, no matter if they are big or small.

There is some interesting stuff in these maps, good and bad. The list will get pretty long so buckle up:

You can finish IGNITION! with one of the three keys required to enter the building.

For some reason, Revival has the blue key hidden behind an unmarked wall near one of the switches. This is not a key to a secret, folks. It is required to finish this map. Is this supposed to be a reference to something from the original Hell Revealed that only Cyb understands? I don’t know.

Base Blaze tricks you with too simple-to-be-true key hunting before revealing its actual guts.

You end up being blown up at the end of Metal Meltdown. Don’t worry you don’t die. You just start the next map with 1% of your health (near a Megasphere, thankfully).

And speaking of the next map, in The Path II you can ignore the Mancubi that are in cages. At the very end of the map, you can squish them with crushers, saving your ammo in the process if you want to.

Also, this map and The Descent II have basically the same way to reach the secret exit AKA finding three switches to get access to the fourth one. The difference is that you need to shoot the switches in the former map while in the latter one, these are behind the Icon of Sin textures.

Conflux has this very funny thing at the beginning where the lights on stairs systematically turn on as you approach them.

Dis 2000 and Beyond the Sea are two oddball maps that were released before HRII was finished. So most of you might be wondering WTF is this? But at least Dis 2000 was created for this WAD. PAG666 released it separately because he thought that the project was abandoned.

Beyond the Sea, though? It was originally MAP06 from the WAD called D2200EP1 that came out in 1998 and Andy Olivera just shoved his map into the MAP28 slot to release this WAD completely!

Oh, by the way, this might be the most tedious map to play in Hell Revealed II. If not straight up the worst. Might as well call it IDCLEV29 in my opinion. In fact, fuck playing this map twice! One time is too much!

Oh yeah, and the last map (Source Control) is yet another shitty Icon of Sin map. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay...

If you haven’t noticed already, some of the maps are (to some degree) sequels to the ones from the first Hell Revealed, like Resistance Remains, The Path II, and Hardcore. And while I believe that most of these maps do a great job taking the original concept and expanding it and/or sticking rather faithly to it, some of these maps are actually named after maps from WADs that have nothing to do with the original Hell Revealed, like The Inmost Dens III and Not That Simple II to Inmost Dens II and Not That Simple from Memento Mori, and the previously mentioned Dis 2000 to the original Dis from the Inferno episode.

And then there is The Siege II, which doesn’t really feel like a homage to the original Siege but more like to the cage trap from Last Look at Eden! Why Jonas even called this map like that?!

Changing the subject, I feel like Hell Revealed II is basically as hard as the first Hell Revealed. I wouldn’t say it’s easier since this WAD has maps that basically go beyond what HR1 had to offer in 1997. I wouldn’t also say that it’s harder since the experience I gathered from playing WADs (and watching decino’s videos on this WAD) made me somewhat completely numb towards some of the sections that should’ve scared me if they were in HR1. I played worse.

But this WAD feels really tiring to play. My memory of playing Hell Revealed 1 is next to none at this point but I don’t think the maps there felt as completely tiring as here. Just hard. It’s like the map makers, instead of improving on the original WAD’s concept, just shoved as many monsters as possible in like at least one-third of this WAD and said IS HARD!! DONE!!!

I wonder if it was even properly tested for Pistol-starting by looking at other videos dedicated to this WAD. From what I’ve read, Jonas Feragen was more into Deathmatch maps instead of single-player ones. And Andy Olivera had... masochistic tendencies to be nice while contributing to the WAD’s maps.

Remember the Hoovy Trap of Infinite Bullshit from Ascending to the Stars? Well, Hell Revealed II decided to replicate this trap... a couple of times. And everytime it was shit to artificially increase the difficulty of this WAD. Some of the biggest examples are Three Times Ending Fuckery in Reluctant Pain, the Hoovy mosh pit in Mind Trap (the closest one to resemble the original trap), and Four-Way Cow Barrage in The Inmost Dens III (I wonder if someone actually beat this one without a secret Invun).

Just like in my HR1 review, I’ve decided to count how many Barons are in this WAD. Surprisingly, their amount is much smaller, up to over 250 on Hurt Me Plenty, compared to almost 450 of these in the first WAD on the same difficulty level.

But where Hell Revealed II lacks with Barons, it definitely makes up with Arch-viles. Up to 281 on HMP from my calculations. And if you feel masochistic today, don’t worry, Ultra-Violence pumps up almost another 200 of these, making it up to 472.

Guys? You know what? I don’t even want to know what the authors were on while making this WAD.

And let me talk briefly about The Inmost Dens III. MtPain27 might call this map the Doom equivalent of a chastity belt... and he might be right if you Pistol-start it blind on Ultra-Violence. But thankfully it was much more manageable in my case, simply because I wasn’t Pistol-starting this map, nor playing it on UV. It was still hard, but not as much as I thought at first.

Playground on the other hand? Ho boy! Forget about how you play this one. You will get your ass blasted by this map anyway! It’s up to over 1100 demons, and that’s just Hurt Me Plenty people! Ultra-Violence adds another 500! Oh yeah, did I mention it can have up to 88 Martians depending on the difficulty?!

I saw people liking this map. I’m not really one of those people. I feel like it goes too far, and it proves my point on how HRII feels more like a shove as many demons on a map type of sequel WAD instead of improving on an original concept type of one. Sure, it does get better after wiping the floor of the initial demons, but I dare you to tell me if someone actually did it without the secret Invun. Because filling four platforms with as many Arch-viles as possible is such a good idea, right?!

...

Still better than Beyond the Sea. I beat it on my second try. Not gonna come back to this map, however.

Like HR1, this WAD has bugs. Unlike HR1, it doesn’t utilize them and they are all accidental. I can remember at least three instances where there were holes in textures and you could look into the void. Other than that, it’s stuff related to maps having too much stuff in them if you won’t play it on a limit-removing source port (all written in the text file).

So, to ask again after playing Hell Revealed II, does it deserve to be called a worthy sequel to the original WAD? Honestly, I don’t know. I wouldn’t call this WAD terrible but something tells me that most of the authors went too far. Sure, most of the time it was rather fun while playing this WAD, but other times it was tiring due to the problems that I mentioned before.

I’m not gonna play this WAD again for a very long time. One playthrough is enough, but two (even with the knowledge of cheesing some hard moments and where the secrets are) may have a chance to break your mind.

If you want to know more about HRII, then first of all, there is decino’s let’s play series, showing you how to beat it on UV while also Pistol-starting.

Secondly, Dean of Doom’s review on the WAD where he ripped it apart.

phew

Finally, I can have some rest from this WAD. Thankfully the next WAD on the roster is more enjoyable than this one. And it’s the second WAD related to B.P.R.D from 2004. So we are going to expect at least one banger map to play.

See you guys next time.

Bye!

[jasmines-library]

Okay that one with baby batsib learning about Batman was so cute but what about the opposite? Imagine they decided that they hate Batman 💀 love your writing 🥰

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Note: LOVE THIS. sorry it took me an age.

⛧ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛧ READ PT1 ⛧

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BRUCE:

The look on your face when Bruce picked you up from school that day was not the look he expected. Your arms were folded, and your eyebrows were knitted together in a tight scowl as you stood at his feet.

Ruffling your hair in an attempt to wipe the pout off of your face, Bruce knelt down to your height and spoke to you gently. "What's that look for, Sweetheart?" He asked, unable to hide the hint of amusement lingering in his tone.

You didn't answer. Instead you just huffed, turning away from him. Bruce just tilted his head, rather amused by your mood. "Come on, kid. It can't have been that bad. What did you learn about today?"

With one drawn out movement, you turned back to face him, a stony expression chiseled onto your face. "Batman."

"Oh?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. He was wondering when you would come across Batman. The family had agreed that you were far too young to know the secret yet, so had avoided telling you.

"I don't like him." You declared, sticking your chin up.

Bruce frowned a little. "And why not?"

"He stops people."

"He's trying to help the city, kid."

You huffed once again. "I don't like him."

Bruce couldn't help the slight grin on his face. He found it rather comical that you hated Batman so much. You were going to have one hell of a dilemma when they reveal their identities to you.

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DICK:

Your little hand was stretched above your head as you clung onto Dick's hand. He had decided to take you to the park to enjoy the most of the summer weather before Gotham shortly returned to its usual doom-and-gloom rain. Your feet shuffled on the pavement beside your brother as he walked you towards the ice cream parlour just across the road. Your eyes practically lit up as you saw the abundance of bright colours and flavours all lined up in neat rows.

"Alright kiddo. Whatcha having?" Dick lifted you up and placed you on his hip so that you could see properly over the small line of people. "They've got strawberry, chocolate, vanilla.....oh look." He pointed to one of the drawings on the specials menu. "You can get a batman sundae."

Your face twisted with disgust. "Yuck. Batman."

"You don't like Batman?" Dick raised an eyebrow, adjusting you on his hip.

"No."

"Where'd you learn about Batman?"

"At school." You replied, trying to look over the people at the counter, clearly more interested in the ice cream than in the conversation with your brother.

Dick shook his head with amusement. "Why don't you like him?"

"He's boring."

Your answer took Dick a little off guard. "Boring?" He frowned.

"Yes. Boring. We spent all day learning about him and it was very boring."

"I see" Dick chuckled, making note to tell Bruce about this later. "So i take it no Batman sundae then? Because Batman is boring?"

"Yep." you said proudly.

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JASON:

Jason was in his bedroom reading comics on his bed when you wandered in.

"Jay-Jay?" You called out for him, turning the corner and stopping when you saw him on his bed. you looked at him, eyes wide with curiosity. "What are you doing?"

"I'm reading, Little Wayne." He answered.

"Reading what?" You asked, wandering to the bed and standing on your toes to peer over. He lifted you up to sit beside him.

"Comics." he showed you. "See."

you pointed to the figure on the page. "Who's that."

"That's Batman."

"Who's Batman?"

"He saves the city. He keeps Gotham safe." Jason explained, giving you a rundown on Batman. His gadgets, his cars.

"Thats booorringgggg." You drew out, looking at the illustrations on the page.

"Boring?"

"yes." You huff. "I don't like him. He does boring things."

"If that's what you say, kid."

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TIM:

Tim was in the kitchen with you. He had you sat in a chair as he made you a snack. The news was playing in the background, with Batman and his sidekicks' faces flashing across the screen. You paid little interest to it as you ate you breakfast, but as time went on, you began to grow fed up of seeing him and his fast car driving through the streets.

"Timmy. can you turn it over?"

Tim reached for the remote and flicked to another channel, but it was also playing the same footage.

"Tim." You whined. "Turn it over. I don't like Batman."

Tim turned around to face you. "No?"

"No." You said, taking another bite of your breakfast. "He destroys the city."

"He doesn't do it on purpose, kid. He destroys it to get the bad guys."

"But sometimes he doesn't even catch the bad guys. And he has sidekicks to help him."

"He can't stop all the crime on his own, kid."

You paused for a moment, outspoken, but pout and take another big bite, speaking with half of your mouth full. "Well i don't like him anyway."

Tim changed the channel to something else. He found your slander of the vigilantes amusing, considering you would more than likely become one in the future. he just hoped that he would be there to see your face when you found out the truth.

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DAMIAN:

You were watching Damian play video games in the living room one evening. He was supposed to be babysitting. out of the window, the bat-signal flashed into view.

You tugged on his sleeve, pointing it out to him. "Dami. Look. Batsignal."

"Where'd you learn that, kid?" he asked, pausing his game.

"At school."

Damian took in the look on your face. "You don't seem that excited. Most kids are excited about batman."

"I'm not." You folded your arms. "I hate batman."

Damian chuckled in interest. "Well, you're not like most kids then, are you. why do you hate him?"

"He doesn't change the city."

"Hm?"

"There are still bad guys."

"There are." Damian hummed. "But he's trying his best."

"And he hasn't got the monster under my bed yet."

Damian couldn't help the snort of laughter that slipped past his lips. "Oh well, thats not very good of him, is it?"

"No its not." you scowled.

"I'll have to have a chat with him then, get him to sort it out for you. will that make you like him more?"

"maybe."

Damian smiled softly. "I'll see what i can do."

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[sunderwight]

SV AU where Shen Yuan is fourteen when he transmigrates.

Nothing else is different. It just turns out that the hate-reader dunking on Airplane's shitty sex scenes and worshiping Luo Binghe like it was his life's calling, and clearly repressing the hell out of some queer inclinations was, in fact, a literal teenager. He still ends up in adult Shen Qingqiu's body as the Qing Jing Peak Lord scum villain who's doomed by the narrative.

In fact the plot goes more or less exactly the same. Nothing significant in the main story changes.

But Luo Binghe and Shang Qinghua both have A Time in a post-canon identity reveal scenario.

[yuri-is-online]

Such a soulmate for Leona and Idia would feel like a jackpot lolol

Or imagine ruining Ghost Marriage just because Yuu is Idia’s soulmate, Eliza would cry so hard

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Yeah I had to hold myself back from making the post almost entirely about the two of them ha

Leona's first case of physical contact with Yuu is them stepping on his tail. He isn't impressed with what he sees, this is his soul mate? Really? The little herbivore that interrupted the enrollment ceremony? But then he overblots and Yuu fights him and he gets the same sensation from being close to them... through the pain and the overwhelming emotions he feels he feels you, your soul screaming for him to come back to his senses. Fine, he gives in. You're his destined one. He tries to ignore the smile twitching at his lips when he comes to and reaches for you, he supposes he can put some extra effort to keep you safe.

I can see ghost marriage going one of two ways. If Idia knows Yuu is his soul mate he probably tries telling Eliza and she doesn't listen, but he gets really smug for fifteen seconds when Yuu shows up and chews Eliza out. Hell yeah that's right suck it Princess! You literally died mad about it AND HIS SOUL MATE CROSSED THROUGH OUTER FUCKING SPACE FOR HIM! YOU HEAR HIM? HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM- then he realizes what he is saying and has a stroke. If he doesn't know, I could see Yuu trying to help rescue him and them touching then and he freaks out. Eliza watches their soul bond snap into view at real time and throws a massive temper tantrum while Idia is hyper ventilating over possibly dooming another person to the Shroud curse and having to look undeniable proof that he isn't unlovable or forgotten by the universe. Someone was waiting for him.

As a side note, do you guys think that if you were Idia's soul mate and you touched revealing it, your hair would also turn into flames with the Shroud curse? I don't think we know if it effects their partners too but it's a thought ('-')?

[psychotic-nonsense]

"I'm sorry."

It's the first thing Steve says after everything.

After getting Vecna Cursed. After nearly dying. After a hallucination of Eddie saved him. After running through a looped forest. After finding sanctuary in Steve's memory of that Starcourt bathroom. After Eddie reveals himself as Eddie.

It's the only thing he can think of. It's not big enough to fit everything, but it's the only thing that fits in his mouth.

"Don't be."

Maybe that's the only thing Eddie can think of too. The only thing Eddie can bear to say.

Because don't be can't stop Steve's eyes from watering when he sees the vest in his closet. Don't be can't stop Steve's feet from dragging him to the cemetery every evening to clean Eddie's graffiti-covered tombstone. Don't be can't stop Steve from sitting beside Wayne and listening to him talk about the Eddie he remembers. Don't be can't stop Eddie's body from showing up in Steve's dreams, nor Eddie's corpse from his nightmares. Don't be couldn't keep the pain away enough, didn't stop Vecna from latching onto it while Steve was walking alone in the woods.

Don't be isn't enough for what Steve wants to hear. But even stuck here waiting, hoping, for someone to get Steve out, there just isn't enough time.

"I miss you."

"...Why?"

Eddie says it back so quickly, so quietly, like it's just unfathomable to him. Maybe it is, considering their last memories. But their eyes meet and he looks just as sad, just as longing, as Steve.

"You were my friend."

Steve can't help but say it like that. Like they were friends for years instead of days. Like Eddie was that important to him in their final moments. Like his heart really aches for Eddie every second of the apocalypse.

Can't help but say it like he means it.

"I wish we could've had more time..."

Steve's voice cracks a little there as he turns away, hiding. It's all he wants. It's all Vecna used to entice him with. It's all that's keeping him going, to finally fulfill the last request Eddie made. It's all he has left to feel close to Eddie.

The Eddie that's sitting right next to him, silent, his sight weighing on Steve's skin. Conscious and aware and the real Eddie. Trapped in Vecna's head as a backup power source, yet who still risked everything to come save Steve. Who Steve will never see again because killing Vecna means killing Eddie for good, and his heart doesn't want it, is begging for another solution...

But for once, his broken head overpowers his shattered heart.

"Maybe we did."

Eddie takes Steve's hand. Meets Steve's surprised look with his own small smile of hope. They're both suddenly tearing up, eyes glistening with life in this gray stall.

"Maybe in another world, we got a second first chance. A first second chance. Maybe even a third, or fourth. Maybe in a different life, we had everything we wanted. Because you, Steve Harrington, are too good for me to be doomed to meet just once."

And for a moment, Steve sees it. Feels it. Versions of them connected through the universe.

Little kids playing in the lake. One with bruised skin and shaved hair, loud but unfathomably lonely. One with a bruised heart and soft eyes, timid but stubbornly hopeful.

A rockstar with glittering chains, center stage in the spotlight. A set of eyes in the crowd or behind the curtain, watching only him.

A werewolf and a vampire, two cryptids of horror, meeting in the dead of a full moon night to feel safe with the only other one who understands.

A future where they won, where the only death was the one that mattered. A process of healing and learning, coming home to a family every single day.

A world without pain, without their hell, where two high schoolers found freedom from their shackles and company in each other. Hiding away together in the dark corners of the town.

Steve even sees other versions of them. Versions that he knows were originally never supposed to meet, yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together.

A metalhead drug dealer, constantly getting into trouble with one nail-bat-weilding cop.

A criminal's fugitive nature leading him to a rugged trailer park, and the dangerous owner within one such home.

An eccentric king in an old coliseum, always choosing one particular warrior as his champion.

A young programmer being pulled away from his work by sobs above his apartment, running upstairs to check on the law student that recently moved in.

Two actors, finding an easy friendship in the months of filming one season of a show that would change their lives.

In that moment, Steve's overwhelmed by the closeness he suddenly feels with the soul beside him. Falling into tears, he pulls Eddie into a tight hug, holding him so so close to convey everything he can't say. Feeling Eddie hold him back, hearing everything Eddie can't say in return.

Familiar music comes on outside the stall. Robin's voice calls out to him, telling him to come home.

And when he does leave, Steve hopes that someone out there will understand that he never can. Because here in Eddie's arms is the only place that will ever truly feel like home.

"Thank you... for everything, Eddie."

Thank you, Steve. For everything and more..."

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- List of AUs, in order, after, "Versions of them connected through the universe": Childhood Friends / Rockstar!Eddie / Werewolf!Steve & Vampire!Eddie / Eddie Survives / No Upside Down & High School

- List of Multiverse Steddie AUs, in order, after, "...yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together": Eddie x Gator / Baron x Michael / Geta x Sean / Keys x Eric / Quinn and Keery

[thefailedabortioon]

|| Carlos de Vil & a crush • X F!Reader

warnings: n/a

authors note: it isnt mentioned who your parent is its up to you for that! mb if its messy i havent written an x reader in like an eon LMAO.

summary: carlos de vil tries to deal with a crush and has his first interaction since first seeing her. (alternate title: jay is an amazing wingman.)

word count: roughly 900 words

A red ball bounced off the wall of Carlos’ and Jay’s shared dorm. Dude chased after it, tongue sticking out as he panted. When Carlos received the ball back, it’d been completely soaked in dog slobber, earning a disgusted groan from him.

“Ugh, Dude.”

“What? I don’t have hands for paws!” The Brussels Griffon retorted.

Carlos rolled his eyes and turned over to Jay, who’d recently set up a little punching bag for training. It’s all he ever came to the room to do besides sleeping.

“What am I gonna do, man? Do you think she even likes me?” Carlos had recently taken a sudden interest in a girl that’d passed by him in the Great Hall… flowing dark hair, elegant clothes (she actually managed to make the uniform look good), and her face. God, her face. Carlos could stare at her for days. She’s seriously all he’d been thinking about.

“Chillax, she probably doesn’t even know your name.” Jay realized what he’d said and stopped hitting the punching bag for a second to look at his woeful friend, “Or… she does! And she’s curious about you too!” He tried to keep his spirits high and uplifting, surprising behavior for the guy if Carlos was being honest.

“I’m doomed.”

“Just talk to her, you coward!” Dude yipped, beady black eyes piercing into Carlos’ own. “You need to get to know her name first before you start thinking way ahead, you know?!”

Jay cut in, “Wait, you don’t even know her name?!” He cackled, running his both hands through his hair in amusement.

“Shut up! Oh my, God!” Carlos threw a pillow towards Jay, hiding his face behind his hands.

“It’s pathetic. Really!” Dude barked out, making biscuits on the pillow Carlos threw at Jay.

Carlos turned to his side, facing the wall. He hugged himself tightly, crossing his arms over his chest for comfort. He brought his knees down, letting his legs hang from the foot of the bed.

It didn’t take a while for Jay to finally take pity on him. He sat beside Carlos on his bed, muscular arms resting behind his back. “Sounds to me you really… like her.” If it wasn’t any more obvious. Jay snickered to himself. “What if I lend you a hand?”

At that, Carlos immediately shot up. “What?! What’re you going to do?! Talk to her?!”

“No, you idiot! You’re talking to her.” Jay said with a smug smile. Carlos wasn’t too fond of the idea, what if he messed up? What if the wrong words slipped out? Everything and anything could go wrong!

“No. No! I can’t! She’ll hate me!”

“Carlos.” Jay pulled Carlos to face him, hands gripping his shoulders, his eyes dug deep into Carlos’ own, staring back intensely at two circles of brown. “Man. The hell. Up.”

The other let out an exasperated groan, pulling away from Jay’s grip to let himself fall back flat on the bed.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, right? Jay had already given Carlos a set of questions he can start off with, scribbled messily on the palm of his hand. So the conversation can go smoothly from there.

He turned to look at Jay who hid in a potted plant not too far behind, an earpiece tucked under his long hair. Carlos also wore an earpiece, a lot more visible than Jay’s but it shouldn’t matter.

Jay gave Carlos an assuring thumbs up signal as he ducked down in the leaves.

Carlos took a deep breath, raising a fist to knock against a dorm room, when suddenly it swung open violently, revealing you. The De Vil boy had nothing to say, words getting stuck in his throat.

You both continued to stare at each other before you finally broke the awkward silence. “Uh, can I… help you?” You asked tentatively, fixing your hair at the sight of a visitor.

“Ah- Y-Yes! Uhh…” Carlos swallowed a large lump in his throat, eyes darting back and forth towards a large potted plant and the girl that stood before him. Her. “I’ve… I’m sure I’ve seen you around before, I never c-caught your name though.” He finally spoke, peaking not-so-discretely at his palm.

You gave him your name uncertainly, “And you are…”

“C—“

You cut him off abruptly with a snap of your fingers, “Carlos De Vil! Yeah, I’ve heard of you.”

Carlos winced, “What have you heard about me exactly?”

“Oh, uh…” You hesitated in answering, fidgeting with your fingers, “Not much. You play Tourney right? You’re on the team?” Carlos lit up at the mention of the sport.

“Yeah, yeah! I play! Do- Do you?”

“Um, they don’t allow girls on the team.” You smiled sheepishly and god, did Carlos almost faint on the spot.

“Right…”

“Is that it?”

Carlos paused, dusting his clothes off and straightening up. “Yeah- That’s- That’s all.”

You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, as if waiting for Carlos to say more, but you shrugged and closed the door behind you, excusing yourself. “It was nice talking to you. Bye.”

You shot him a grin, and you could swear his cheeks started turning pink. A giggle only left your lips as you walked past the boy and a mysterious potted plant that suspiciously had a familiar beanie thrown over it. But you paid no mind and strolled away. Cute.

requests are open!!

[0cta9on]

Stuck With You

length: +2k words

Genre: Fluff

NewJeans Minji x Male Reader (OC)

(Author's Note: My first commission!! Thank you to f_r_e_s_h for purchasing a commission, I appreciate it a lot :) If you're interested in buying a commission from me, head on over to my ko-fi page!!)

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 A light breeze brushes past you, relieving you of your exhaustion for a brief moment as you watch the sun set below the city of Paris from the balcony of your hotel room. The 14-hour flight from Korea was hell, but the view alone made it all worth it. It has always been part of your bucket list to visit Paris one day, it’s a shame that you won’t be able to actually experience any of it though. With the International Summit starting tomorrow, you need to be extra focused on your work as a diplomat representing your country.

A cafe sits across the street from your hotel, beckoning you with its warm and welcoming light. You watch as the people inside talk and laugh about things you can only assume, enjoying one another’s company on this chilly winter day. A nice cup of coffee sounds great right now, but you have to be ready for tomorrow. But… It’s not tomorrow yet. The night is still young, giving you a couple hours to check out the cafe and maybe even explore the city for a little bit. You did all the extra work you needed to do on the plane, so there’s no reason for you to stay in your hotel room. After the summit is over, you’ll be on a flight straight back to Korea, and when are you ever gonna have the time to come back to Paris again? Besides, you’ve been working too hard for far too long, you deserve to have a small break.

Without hesitation, you grab your coat and exit your room, beelining it straight towards the elevators as you mentally practice the little French that you learned before the trip. With a resounding ding, the elevator doors open and you walk inside, only a couple floors standing between you and the City of Light.

The elevator shifts to a stop on one of the floors, opening to reveal a girl around your age wearing a mask and a cap pulled low over her eyes. Even with the majority of her face covered, you could feel the aura of elegance and beauty surrounding her. Her outfit isn’t anything crazy on the surface - a hoodie layered with a leather jacket and a clean pair of jeans - yet something about the way she wears it is so attractive. You wouldn’t be surprised if you find out that she’s a model for Paris Fashion Week, which coincidentally occurs at the same time as the summit.

“Hello,” you greet as she steps into the elevator. She returns your greeting with a simple nod, a small gesture that makes your heart flutter. You didn’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but you imagine this is how it would feel like.

The elevator descends in silence, save for its mechanical rumble. Due to the nature of your job, you meet a lot of important people from around the world, so your conversational skills have naturally improved over the years. However, you suddenly find yourself tongue-tied around this random girl, not even a simple “How are you?” can escape your lips. All you can do is sneak little glances at her, but now you just feel creepy. Oh well, it’s not like you’re here to meet women or anything of that sort. You just want to feel some freedom for a little bit.

Suddenly, you nearly fall to the ground as the elevator begins to jerk violently. A hauntingly loud creaking noise can be heard from outside as the elevator abruptly stops its descent. The girl trips forward into your chest, and you instinctively catch her, holding on until the elevator eventually stops swaying.

Both of you share a huge sigh of relief. Even if the elevator stopped working, at least you're not plummeting to your doom.

“T-thank you,” the girl says, her voice trembling slightly. You meet her eyes for the first time, suddenly greeted by the most beautiful shade of brown you have ever seen. They’re invigorating like the strongest shot of espresso, sweet like the creamiest hazelnut chocolate, and warming like the first cup of hot cocoa in the winter. You could spend hours, no, years just looking into her eyes, getting lost in every flicker of her irises and every flutter of her lashes.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, s-sorry,” you stutter nervously, finally letting her go. You turn away from her, hoping she doesn’t notice the deep red in your cheeks.

She starts pushing buttons at random, but none of them seem to work, not even the one to call the firefighters. A wave of dread washes over the both of you at the realization that you have no idea how long it’ll take to get out of this metal coffin. Maybe an hour at best, maybe never at worst. With nothing else you can possibly do, you resign yourself to the ground, resting your back against the wall. This is what you get for trying to live a little - you get trapped in a box, forced to think about the consequences of your actions. All because you wanted a cup of coffee.

The girl sits across from you, tossing her hat and mask off in defeat, ruffling her silky black hair with her fingers. Your breath hitches in your throat - she is absolutely gorgeous. You swear you’ve seen her face before, maybe she’s a model for a high-fashion brand or the daughter of a rich CEO who ends up getting in the news for trivial matters. Either way, you can’t help but stare at her, slack-jawed in awe.

“Um, did you want an autograph or something?” She asks, her eyebrows raised in judgment.

You pick your jaw up off the ground, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “N-no, sorry, you just look really familiar. Have we met somewhere before?”

She chuckles lightly at your expression. “No, I don’t think we have. I’m Minji.” She reaches her hand out towards you in a friendly handshake, which you accept with a smile.

“I’m Eric. It’s nice to meet you, Minji.” The two of you share a laugh despite the unconventional circumstances. “Weird question, are you Korean?”

“Wah, that’s a good guess. How’d you know?” Minji tilts her head like a curious puppy, causing your heart rate to skyrocket. You can’t fathom how someone can be this cool, cute, and pretty all at the same time.

“Your name,” you explain. “I live in Korea for work, so I’ve gotten used to hearing Korean names.”

“Really? What do you do for work?” 

“I work at the embassy in South Korea representing my country. I’m actually in Paris for the International Summit this week.”

“Oh wow, that’s so cool!” Minji’s eyes light up with wonder, her smile making you forget about the dire situation you’re in.

“Hehe, thanks! What about you, what do you do for work?”

“I, um…” She hesitates, lost in thought. “I’m here for Paris Fashion Week.”

“That makes sense, you’re very beautiful,” you suddenly blurt out. Your eyes grow wide with shock at your own words. “I-I mean, uh-”

“No, it’s okay. That’s very sweet.” A light pink hue graces her cheeks as she smirks at you. “So, is this your first time in Paris?”

You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she didn’t take your compliment weirdly. “Yeah, it’s my first time. I was gonna go out and see the city for a bit since I’ll be swamped with work for the next couple of days, but now I’m… here.”

She nods in understanding. “That’s what I was doing too. It’s difficult to find a moment to myself because of my job. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a ton of fun, but sometimes I feel like a robot following orders, not really being able to live.”

The space between you falls silent in contemplation. You know that feeling all too well. You love that you’re able to help thousands of people every day by being a voice for the people who need it, but work can often get in the way of what you want to do. When was the last time you spent time with your family? Or sat down with a good book? Or went on a date? When was the last time you were able to breathe?

“If you weren’t stuck in here right now, what would you be doing?” You ask in hopes that it will lift the mood.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Probably walk around and take pictures of all the pretty lights. Maybe get some ice cream if there are any shops open.”

Your ears perk up. “Ice cream? In the winter?”

Minji puts her arms up in defense. “Before you go judging me, just try it for yourself first, alright?”

“No, I like it too!” You exclaim, surprised that you found someone that thinks like you. “I don’t like waiting until summer just to eat ice cream. It tastes better during winter anyways.”

“Oh my god!” Minji jumps up in excitement. “Finally, someone who gets it! All my friends called me weird for eating ice cream when it’s cold outside!”

Enthused by her energy, you stand up to meet her. “They just don’t understand that it doesn’t melt as quickly so you get to enjoy it for longer.”

“Right?!”

You suddenly find yourself inches away from her face, staring into her big, round eyes. The subtle heat of her breath brushes against your cheeks, warming your entire body. You would gladly spend forever stuck in this moment with her, watching the reflection of the universe in her eyes.

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. Minji pulls away, leaving you breathless. You quickly change the subject before the air between you gets too awkward to the point of no return.

“So… Paris Fashion Week. How’d you get involved with that?”

Much to your relief, Minji eases up, leaning against the wall as she turns to you. “I was invited by Chanel to come and watch their show, and I’ve always loved fashion so there was no way I was going to decline the invitation.”

“Oh, you’re watching the show? I assumed that you were modeling for them,” you say.

She chuckles to herself, blushing slightly. “Are you sure you didn’t break the elevator on purpose just so you could flirt with me?”

“N-no, I didn’t, I swear!” You stutter, flustered. Minji cackles like a hyena at your expression, causing you to keel over in laughter yourself from the insane sound coming out of her mouth. The sound of joyous laughter from two strangers fills the small elevator, unsure of how much time has passed or if you’re ever going to get out of there. You wonder what would’ve happened if the elevator worked normally. Would you be here talking like this? Or would the two of you go about your night without a single word shared between each other? Sure, seeing the streets of Paris would have been great, but would it have been as great as this?

Both of you find yourselves lying side by side, staring up at the bright fluorescent light, your stomachs aching from laughter. Despite it being your first meeting, you can’t help but feel like you’ve known her your whole life. Maybe it’s the same way survivors of a big tragedy bond through shared trauma or something like that.

“Do you really not know who I am?” Minji asks after a long silence. You rack your brain for any possible memories of ever seeing her, but only a faint silhouette appears in your mind.

“Sorry, I really don’t,” you answer. “Oh god, don’t tell me we’re old classmates or something. I would feel terrible if we used to be friends and I didn’t know.”

Her laugh tickles your ear like spring grass brushing against your legs. “No, it’s not like that. Honestly, it feels kinda nice that you don’t know anything about me. No expectations, no questions, no nothing. You just treat me like…. a regular human being,” she sighs.

“Now I’m kinda scared to ask who you are,” you quip, catching a smile from her. “Maybe I don’t have it as bad as you, but I can relate to you somewhat. There’s a lot of people depending on me to make the right decisions and if I miss up even a little bit, so many people get affected by it. If I get recognized in the streets, sometimes they’ll outright tell me what to do, talking about how their families would suffer because of me or outright threatening me to do what they want. It feels like I’m constantly walking on a tightrope being held by two sides that hate each other. No matter what I do, someone is always unhappy.”

Minji meets your eyes in mutual understanding. “That sounds really tough. I’m sorry, Eric.”

Such a simple gesture, yet one that you desperately needed. Talking to her feels like a massive weight is being lifted off of you. The amount of silent suffering you’ve had to endure over the years is finally being unloaded without judgment. With how many people’s lives you affect every day, you never truly realized just how lonely you feel. Thanks to Minji, you feel a little less alone.

“So, what is that you do?” You ask to lift up the mood. “I’ve been dying to know. I’m assuming you’re a celebrity of some kind?”

She smirks at you. “Have you ever heard of New Jeans?”

And then it clicks. You’ve seen her face plastered everywhere in Korea, billboards, ads, commercials, less than 24 hours ago you walked past her face in the airport right before you left. While you aren’t the biggest Kpop fan in the world, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have Hype Boy in your playlist for a solid month.

“Ah, so that’s why you looked so familiar. I’m glad you’re not a classmate I forgot about,” you joke.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we were friends in another lifetime. You’re very easy to talk to.” Minji meets your eyes, casting that warm smile that makes you feel at ease. You forget that you’re in this tiny box with no way out but patience. You forget that in less than 24 hours, you’ll be surrounded by the most important figures in the world, attending a conference that can impact billions of people across the globe. You forget about your feelings of loneliness, anxiety, and stress that you’ve been feeling recently. As you look into Minji’s eyes, all you can think about is her. Her kindness. Her radiance. Her laugh. Just her.

The elevator begins to shake around you, rumbling to life. Your eyes shut, bracing for impact, but all you feel is the gradual descent of the elevator before it lands on the first floor. You and Minji stand up, not a word exchanged between the two of you. Is this… it? Is it over? Are you just supposed to go your separate ways now?

The doors open to reveal the owner of the hotel on the other side, relief and guilt painted on his sweaty face. “I-I am terribly sorry about the elevator, are you two alright?” He asks.

As you reassure him of your safety, you notice Minji quickly slipping past, donning her mask and hat. You decline the owner’s offer of a free spa day and chase after her.

Minji is an idol. Intimidatingly gorgeous, held to an impossibly high standard that she somehow manages to exceed at every turn. Despite that, she’s also kind, humorous, and down to Earth, nothing like many of the celebrities you’ve seen on social media. Even in your brief meeting, she understood you. She wanted to understand you. You can visit Paris again sometime in the future. But Minji? You’ll never meet a person like her again.

You push through the doors, hit by the frigid winter air as a gentle dusting of snow falls upon Paris. Minji stands at a cross walk, her silhouette covered by unmistakable, and you quickly catch up to her. “H-hey, hi, um…” The words get caught in your throat as nervousness overwhelms you. Can you really do this? Would you be able to make this work with your busy schedules? Maybe, maybe not. But you’ll never know if you don’t try.

“Would you want to get a cof-”

“Yes,” Minji interrupts you, her voice lilting with enthusiasm. “I would love to have coffee. With you.” The snowfall catches in her eyes, glimmering with hope and excitement.

All the nerves you felt moments ago completely wash away, replaced by disbelief and an indescribable happiness in your heart. Minji intertwines her fingers with yours, warming your body against the cold as the two of you cross the street towards the cafe and the rest of your lives.

[g1ngerbeer]

the most interesting thing about lu guang to me is the fact that he seems so normal and even well adjusted to literally everyone else including people who meet him for like 2 seconds. this is important to me. its important that he has just enough control over his emotions to SEEM like the only sane person in the room especially in contrast to cheng xiaoshis impulsivity. lu guangs skillful approximation of a Normal And Trustworthy Guy is critical because makes the eventual reveal that hes batshit fucking insane and putting himself through an infinite evil hell grief time loop for his doomed qpp even better i hope this helps

[adastra121]

Thinking of some Touchstarved x MC relationships as Greek Myth AUs.

Kuras x MC as Eros x Psyche. The fallen angel and the mortal touched by fate. One trapped by the duties imposed on him by a more powerful force, separated when his true form is inevitably revealed. But the other does not cower from his godly form, nor from the trials they will endure to stay with him.

Leander x MC as Orpheus x Eurydice. He has a nice singing voice, a silver tongue that can charm anyone, and a connection to the Silent Crypts (maybe that’s like the underworld?). His love would be powerful enough to drive him into hell to bring what circumstance stole from him, but he would look back. I think he would always be doomed to look back. And honorary mention to Hero and Leander, of course!

Ais x MC as Hades x Persephone. Mostly for Ais’s tie to the Seaspring, the rule of being bound to it if one takes a sip. Maybe for half a year, MC belongs to Ocudeus, but for the other half, they re-emerge as themselves. And Ais can treasure the time they have together however short or temporary.

Mhin x MC as Achilles x Patroclus. Both outsiders on a journey away from their home, both warriors fighting the same war. Trying to break through to an impenetrable place, with no guarantee that they will both make it.

I'm not quite sure about Vere and MC yet, please add any suggestions!

[circeyoru]

Collection of Overlords _ Part 12 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

Part 1 — Part 1.5 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9  — Part 10 — Part 11 — Part 12 (here)

Call you cruel, call you sadistic, call you evil, call you a tease. You are, after all, The Cursed Entity, the symbol of all things demonic. As much as you may appear to be harmless and passive, it was all a facade for souls to let down their guard like how a hunter would pounce on an unsuspecting prey

Overlords are unique Sinners, set apart from the other doomed souls that arrive in Hell after their timely or untimely death on Earth. A Sinner’s power stem from a few things or circumstances

It could be something related to their career when living, like a gravedigger would control soil or bones. It could be something related to an element they love or hate, like a person who loves the sea would have control over water. It could also be something related to their biggest crime or sin, like a thief would have telekinese

The possibility was endless and hard to tell. But one’s appearance was a tell-tale sign, a window to what kind of person or demon they are. Take Zestial as an example, cloaked from head to toe, there was seemingly nothing that could hint at what kind of demon he was, but it’s exactly that that tells you he’s a mysterious being and reserved, not prone to action and would weight his options

Another example. Velvette. Her appearance always changes, from hair style to her clothing, she was one of the rarer demons that would do that. Like her ever-changing appearance, her base, meaning her body, never changes. It shows that she changes her surroundings to make herself fit in rather than herself. Her core self is stable and knows what to do to make herself station

Your Overlord picks were something you’ve observed from the biggest hints to the littlest, you never really needed to see their past life during their living years when you knew what made a Sinner a Sinner

Steadily, you moved the original Hellborns living in Pride to other Rings and gave Lucifer and Lilith dominion over that Ring so there won’t be as much conflict. But because you knew there was a different between the Sinners, you also knew they aren’t prone to follow orders. You gave a test to Sinners when more and more arrived

Different from Hellborns, Sinners will have the unique and universal power to make and enter deals of their own kind. Sinners that enter into the deal will be making their own terms and agreements without a third party unless they are to be involved and consented

When such a power was revealed, the stronger Sinners got to work, using their overwhelming power to crush weaker Sinner into their submission. This process helped you differentiate the plain Sinner from potential Overlord candidates when you were still on the fence with the whole new ranking system

It was after letting Lucifer and Lilith know about the whole Overlord project did you start to look for some Overlords to take under your wing. As exciting as it sounds, it was one headache after another, you lost count of the would-be Overlords you shoved into your Cages

Until Zestial came along and wanted to be at your services. A demon of knowledge and elegance was your first impression of him. He wasn’t ashamed to be under someone, rather he saw it as an honour to be under someone as great and cruel as you. Quite the flatterer, not that it displeases you

You have to give credit where it’s due since Zestial had a big hand in your Overlord project early days. It was him who recommended Carmilla and informed you of Rosie, two more obedient and favourable Overlord candidates you quickly took a liking too

Then came Zeezi, a formidable Sinner of violence and strength, displayed in her appearance and actions. Through her, you saw the joy in beating a Sinner into your ideal Overlord. It was the success of it all that made you continue this routine, but there were also times when you got bored and didn’t mold your new Overlords into space which resulted in their expulsion

“Husk is no longer fit to be among the ranks of Overlord.” You announced to the others while atop your throne with the others seated around you at the table. You played with the pendant that was Husk’s in your fingers before black flames burned it and you threw it into the air, your Cages all fought to devour it. “Do as you see fit.”

Now how should you deal with Vox?

Velvette was smart and keen enough to at least look for help among your favoured Overlords, but Vox… Vox was so smart that he went to Princess of Hell. Truly smart beyond words. It’s moment like these that you question why and how he got Alastor to see him as a good enough candidate for you to consider

Honestly… How talented was Vox that he got Alastor’s attention and praise?

It irked you how Vox held Alastor’s attention for that long to the point you wanted to crush him immediately the moment you offered him a place. However, as one could plainly see now, you never did

The question you have now was how to make use of Vox. Should you revive him like you have done with Velvette or discard him like the trash he is?

Choking and cricket noises pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked forward at Vox in a sorry state. Zestial being indifferent to the entire situation, well, deep down he was entertained, you’re sure. Great minds think alike after all. You snapped your fingers and released him from your subconscious torture. This is what happens when you get too immersed in your thoughts

“I’ll be frank.” You spoke, uncaring of how Vox was still self-repairing from his ordeal. “Your little group is down a member, said member is building her own forces to lead and I gave her full support.” Your eyes opened as you glared down at him, “So don’t go pestering my new star.”

Vox felt the pressure from your words, his TV screen of a head bowing, “O- Of course…”

You hummed, your eyes closed again making the intention in the air return normal. “Alright, you can go now. Zestial will see you out since this is your firs time at the hotel.”

Just as Zestial was making his way to Vox, he panicked and hastily questioned, “Wait! What’s going to happen? Velvette’s gone, we aren’t the Vees. Is Valentino and I going to…?”

“I wonder.” You can’t help but play around with your words, a smirk form while you taunted, “Guess it’ll be the 2Vs now.” At Vox’s silence, you decided to offer some form of mercy. With a glitch in your form, you suddenly appeared before Vox’s face, your form towering over his. “Tell me honestly, can you even afford to worry for others when your place within my collection is like a sand castle at the beach?” Your head tilted, “Oh so close to the waved of the ocean, ready to be. Washed. Away. Into. Nothingness.”

Vox’s knees gave out as he buckled down, “I… I��”

You scoffed, turning away to return to your seat, “Broken items are thrown away, Vox, no one wants to keep something that lost its value.” Your fingers snapped, eight cards flew around around, “You have been keen on keeping information to yourself, especially against Velvette and Valentino, it shows your superiority towards them.” Two cards burned to nothing while one card flew to remain hovering in front of Vox, the rest remained by your side. “But you’ve forgotten as an Overlord, who you’re supposed to show your talents and skill to.”

The card in front of Vox burned to nothing, now he was able to view your indifferent expression and Zestial standing faithfully by your side with his cheshire grin. His claws balled into fists, his digital jaw clenched, and his form shook. “So I don’t qualify as an Overlord…” A twisted smile spread on his face, “Ha… Haha… Hahahhahahahahhahahaahahahaaa! Ha! Hahahahaha!!”

Zestial glared over to you while you turned your head to his direction as if sharing a glance. When a grin grew on your face, Zestial bowed formally and dramatically. “Giveth me some timeth, mine own liege (Give me some time, My Liege.)”

Within your room of souls, both loud and silent cries and pleads did nothing to earn your attention. Cages flew from one area to another, devouring and festing on bodies of defiant subjects that shown you disrespect. All while you sat behind your desk in your throne, a quill pen in your hand to scribble over cards of different colours, but all share the singular pattern and symbol 

The moment you were done, a murder of Cages flew to your side and you attached each with a card put into an envelope. You patted their heads with a command to delivery your words to their target. With their orders received they flapped their wings and flew up until they were gone from sight

You strolled and made your way to your round tables, stopping by at the one for Pride Ring. A satisfied smile graced your face. Familiar patches of colours covering all of territories. Your Overlords have completed their work and the time has come for the grandest of events

“The time has come!”

“The time has come!”

“It’s here!”

Your commanded Cages all found their targets and cried out to announce their presence. Then your intended receivers all realized what they were given and the weight of it all

Rosie didn’t need to open the window as a Cage flew through it and hovered in front of her with its wings flawing to remain in the air. Rosie reached out both of her hands to receive the envelope with pride and a wide smile

Zeezi flinched at the sudden appearance of the Cage, quickly composing herself before she took the envelope to see what was inside. Her eyes narrowed at the words written, she quickly pocketed it and started to bark orders to her followers to prepare

Carmilla, Zestial, and Vox all paused in their activity as three Cages came to them, each having one flying in front of them with a visible envelope of acception. Vox gulped as he glanced to his two seniors who nodded and he took his with a bow at the Cage that was delivering on your behalf. Zestial and Carmilla received theirs without issues, but both shared a look of acknowledgement 

Velvette halted the rehearsal when a Cage appeared by her side. She took the envelope carefully as if it was made of glass and read through the contents. Her eyes widened as she couldn’t believe her eyes, she immediately got up and cancelled everything in her schedule. Priorities 

Alastor placed his tea cup down, his eyes lit up with interest at the sight of a Cage perched on his shoulder. He scratched its feathers with a claw while retrieving the envelope, he opened it with a claw and read through the card. He hummed and looked over to where Husk was, seeing a familiar scene of a Cage handing Husk an envelope as well

Husk punched away an overbearing tailor, his scowl ceased when the familiar creature whom he recalled as a ‘Cage’ flew to him and show him an envelope of high quality. A chill run down his spine as he figured the time has come, he read through the card and gulped, it really has come. He turned his head to Alastor who’s smile widened

Valentino threw another glass at the wall, creating another mess inside the room. His screams and roars going unheard and uncared for, evident of the destruction within the room and the unkept appearance of the moth demon. The Cage avoided another thrown object, letting go of the envelope so that he splatted on his face, he growled and snatched it open. His eyes narrowed and blinked. Great. Another meeting

Note: This series is coming to an end~~ Soon, I think a few more parts then an epilogue. Thanks for people that's still keeping up with this series! It's not going to be dropped! Promise!! Anyways, your thoughts on this one?

Circe Y. 

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