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Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

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Music Monday for two The UnTitledverse WIPs and one from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and a WIP Wednesday for the The Silver Chronicles. For the next three-and-a-half weeks I'll be posting on Music Monday's songs traditionally about Five Nights At Freddy's and how I try to justify how they fit into my wacky little worlds (even the non-FNAF ones). Enjoy listening and reading below the cut:

Can't have a Five Nights at Freddy's WIP without The Living Tombstone's original "Five Nights At Freddy's Song" in the playlist. More Than Bargained For? is a FNAF WIP where my OC Lillian "Lena" Elliot becomes the Night Guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza after Fazbear Entertainment opens up the restaurant back up eleven years after 1994 (the events of the first game and when Mike is fired), because they find there are people who view the pizzeria as a "cult classic" type thing and are still fans since childhood of the place (Lena being amongst them), and Fazbear Entertainment will make a profit on that. The original animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, along with Golden Freddy but he's in the Parts/Service room) are brought back to the stage. There's a... stranger animatronic in the kitchen but he doesn't bother leaving there so Lena won't have much trouble from him. Follow Lena as she discovers how many skeletons are actually in the Fazbear Entertainment's closet (Like seriously, the amount of children and employees who have died under this company's watch is ridiculous and the fact they managed to come back many years later after their reputation was tarnished beyond repair). Listen below:

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"We're waiting every night To finally roam and invite Newcomers to play with us For many years we've been all alone

We're forced to be still and play The same songs we've known since that day An imposter took our life away Now we're stuck here to decay

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh

We're really quite surprised We get to see you another night You should have looked for another job You should have said to this place goodbye It's like there's so much more Maybe you've been in this place before We remember a face like yours You seem acquainted with those doors

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh!"

"Replay Your Nightmares", although a song usually meant for FNAF: Ultimate Custom Night or at some stages, FNAF 3, is a song I closely associate to my The UnTitledverse Original Work, the sequel to A Blast In The Past, known as The Dark Awakening. Pretty much near the conclusion to when Calvin escapes the clutches of his captor's purgatory and re-enters the physical human realm several decades after his death/imprisonment, though he is being severely gaslighted worst than he has before while on his way to finally escape. He manages to make a little comeback at his captor near the final verse of the lyrics though. Listen below:

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"In a loop inside the screen Your own prison in a dream Try to run and try to scream Even death can't save you

We replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare Replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare

Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!"

"Torture, torture, don't you know How your seeds of evil grow?

Replay your nightmare Cause he won't stop Replay your nightmare Come, it's your time to hurt."

"Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!

Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare."

"We are remnants of your sins It's a game you'll never win When it's done it just begins Again and again, and again, and again You will pay for what you did Forever!"

Last song is "It's Me", and while not entirely connected to the Fallout world (especially my A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore), I do believe it does fit in one specific section of The Waters Of Life Flow; after Alph (my Lone Wanderer OC) and Ore (Ortega Brantley, Ress' older half-brother) rediscover Blackhall as a corpse (without the Krivbeknih) in his manor, plus reconvening with Amata before they go look for Ress, both humans inform Ore of what they discovered down in the Dunwich Building's basement, Ore takes investigation there. When he finds the Obelisk, he discovers a recently failed ritual, and puts the evidence together to figure out who was behind the recent emergence of this "Occult"; his and Ress' father, Arcane Urias, the exact man he's been hunting down. Although he should go out and warn the others, he regrettably finds out he was, in fact, not alone in the office building. Listen below:

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"Welcome to your office, settle down and take a seat Please pay no attention to the terrifying screams You should head the warnings of the voice that's on the phone Tonight, you might be by yourself, but you are not alone

The masks that we wear Pretend they aren't there But you can only hide for so long

Why don't you Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside

It's me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me

There's evil that waits inside It's me!"

Now it's time for another WIP of my FC5 Bloodborne AU from my The Silver Chronicles series. Here the Seed Brothers (along with some disgruntled Hunters aka this version of the GFH and certain OCs) have stormed the Convent in the Henbane and confronted Vicar Faith on her betrayal and wanting answers for what Paul has planned for the "Hunt of the Long Night" that has made the scourge beasts ten-times worst. I haven't shown it (for reasons) but Faith calls Joseph specifically out for, quite frankly, abandoning and disregarding her (after all, he did hand her alone to Paul and his monastery as an inside-woman but neglected to actually keep in touch for about six long years) as some kind of tool instead of the "sister" he once claimed her to be. In the snippet below, the Voice shows it's ugly head and urges Joseph to dispose of Faith, something that John and Jacob are already advocating for, with some varying reactions from the Hunters. They're interrupted by... someone not affiliated with any of them. Will probably fix this up in the final product. Now introduced in her first debut... may I officially have you acquainted with my new-ish OC, Priestess Lillith; and she's also probably a witch. Read below:

Joseph stepped back from the Vicar and her vicious words; shocked by the accusations of the woman in front of him, once a sister he had brought into his family, by choice and virtue. The girl healed of her vices, given new life, a new purpose.

"Enough of this," John said with vehement venom, his blue eyes fueled with rage towards the cretin kneeling in the middle of the Convent's hall, "She won't tell us anything, if she even knows anything. We should vanquish this sinner while we have the chance brother, given she's chosen who she stands by."

Joseph saw that Jacob nodded in agreement, scowling at Faith's small form. He noticed the other Hunters made no dissuading moves, apparently in silent agreement. Before the Father could make any response to his eager brothers, he heard the Voice

John is right, He told him, tone even and still, the humming warmth pressed to the edges of his mind, She is a vile, treacherous locust strayed too far from the Path, Joseph. Unable to be saved from the doubt she drowned in.

Joseph's breath hitched at His words, the panicked, yet still sneering wrath in her green eyes only proving Him correct, followed by, She is no longer your family Joseph. This wretch has forsaken My light. She is nothing more than a rival. And she must be eliminated as such.

Joseph hesitated, took a moment to glance at Faith's form, as she lowered her head, holding the Vicar's pendant to her chest as she whispered. Maybe a prayer? Maybe a silent confession, apology, or vow? He didn't know, but what he did know was that the Voice spoke truth; she could no longer be considered the young woman he selected to hold the honor of being his sister.

It pained him to admit, considering all she gave to them in her devotion, but she was no longer family, like the previous two before her.

She was no longer his Faith, instead, she was Yellowjack's Siren, twisted and stained with the false shepherd's sinful ideals to spread false hope to the scholars of his Monastery, to turn their devotees against the Project.

He gave a disappointed sigh as he watched the woman below him refuse to lift her head up, shaking as the consequences of her betrayal was upon her, and nodded in agreement to his brother's words.

They couldn't let her warn Yellowjack, nor let her lead the Church Hunter's after them. This was God's Will.

"You... were once so precious to me, sister," Joseph tells her, and saw how she only curled into herself more, the fear she let dominate her heart sting his own, "I had thought you would be with us when we crossed the Gates of Eden... I now recognize my own blindness and... my own fault, for leaving you alone surrounded by those vipers and their venomous lies."

John tried to step forward, perhaps to refute Joseph's words, but Jacob stopped him, holding him back with a stern shake of his head. To allow Joseph this final moment with someone he put his faith in, even if they didn't necessarily understand it.

"But now, with the responsibility as your Father, I shall free you of their lies... of the burdening weight of your sin, my wayward child," Joseph heard how she sobbed, and had to breathe to not falter now, "The gates may be shut to you Vicar, but know, even now, that I pray God will have mercy upon your soul."

Joseph removed the revolver from his holster, clenching it as he left it to his side for just a moment.

His hand caressed her small, frail head, fingers pinching close the tube connected into her nose.

He cocked the hammer back with his thumb, and with an exhale, aimed it to her head.

He remembered how her small legs kicked as the monitor increased in its beeping, his resolve weakening, for only a second, before gripped tighter. God's repeating words ringing in his head.

"Shall you find peace amongst the angels, Vicar," he whispered softly, that he was unsure if she even heard him.

"Join the angels, my sweet Faith," he had murmured into what little hair she had, lips grazing softly as his tears slipped onto his little girl.

His finger curled around the trigger, coiling it back as he once more took responsibility-

Di-di-ding ding!

Joseph found himself thrown back by a harsh force that knocked the air out of him, grip on the revolver lost as it was flung elsewhere.

He felt hands on him, one tattooed and the other scarred. He recognized he was in his brothers' arms, lungs forcing him to heave for air from floor he laid back on.

But... hadn't I been standing before?

He leaned up, and saw he was a few feet away from the Vicar, who now had her head up, confused green eyes glancing around the Convent's room.

Joseph's eyes caught a glimpse of something on one of the upper balconies on the right side of the room, and saw a slim figure, cloaked from head to toe in dark shawls. She wore a mask, a pale one that's appearance was ghastly, jagged tear lines going down past the mask's edges, with a small mouth shaped in a "O".

He saw they held a silver hand bell in one hand, some sort of symbol carved in its waist. They shook it once more, the ringing echoing in the small chamber. The symbol glowed a bluish hue, and he felt his hairs prick up.

"Foul brethren," the smooth, matured voice of a woman reverberated through the Convent, the person unseen.

Another cloaked figure stood upon the left balcony, their mask depicting a false eye of a cyclops, with two slits for them to see through, the mouth carved with gnashing sharp teeth. They, too, held a hand bell, with a different symbol carved into the silver.

Their bell shook, the clapper tinging against the rim of the waist.

The Hunters with them placed their hands on the handles of their weapons, alert and cautious at these newest intruders.

Joseph was lifted to his feet, Jacob pushing him into John's embrace as he took to protecting their front.

"Fickle in your promises. Deceptive in your loyalties," the unknown woman's voice returned, a scathing tone behind it all, "Are you always shirking responsibility over your sisters?"

Through the middle balcony came the owner of the voice; another cloaked woman, but her embroidery seemed more intricate, the jewelry she adorned was more in quantity than her companions, like the Vicar who looked above at them.

The woman was taller too, her mask similar to that of a demon, an angry one at that, hairless brows furrowed, the mask's mouth full of sharp teeth, but two prominent tusks projecting from the lower jaw. It also had two horns protruding from the head, and through the eyes Joseph could see burning orange eyes glaring down at them.

"Why are the lives of your sistren worth less than that of your brothers?" she asked from atop the balcony, her eyes boring down at Joseph, "You are the one to bring them in. You are the one to feed them, to guide them. Ultimately, you are the only one to claim care over them, in spite of your brothers' vile envy and appalling apathy."

She gave scathing glances to both John and Jacob respectively, before her full focus stayed on Joseph, "And yet, when your charges' displease you... their lives are forfeit by your own hands. A more permanent punishment than what your brothers earn. I wonder..."

Her head tilts, the jewelry shifting as she ponders, "Is it because they are not of your blood that makes it so easy, even when it is your hands that molded their clay bodies?"

Joseph watched with an uneasiness when the nose of her mask held up while looking down at him, "Or do the opposite sex simply hold no value in your eyes, and the eye of your Lord, unless their role is nothing but flawless?"

Her words earned Joseph and his brothers some raised brows from some of the Hunters, though it did not last long as they focused on the unaligned women.

Joseph was shocked by the accusatory words, and he went to speak up, to defend him and his brothers, and the word of his Lord.

However, he was stopped by the lead women's scoff, "Regardless the reason, your hypocrisy is clear. But your familial responsibilities are not the only oaths you have attempted to break."

She brought out one of her hands, the gauntlets fingertips sharpened not unlike claws, holding a hand bell of her own.

However, it was not like that of her accomplices; it was bigger, and rusted in an ugly maroon, matted with the dripping red of the flesh stuck to the metal, with the bloodied fur of beasts clinging to the small clumps of flesh.

There was a sinister aura emanating from the ugly carving of the symbol etched into the rusted metal.

She rung the bell, and the atmosphere of the room shifted. A darkness flowed down from the bell, like a small waterfall plummeting out a mountain's mouth.

Down the balcony, the darkness encompassed the corpse of a Church Hunter, just as it consumed the surroundings.

The women were also covered by the dark mist, gone from Joseph's eyes.

Alarmed, Jacob aimed his rifle in search of their new enemies, while the Hunters twisted their weapons to enter the second forms. The darkness spread across the room, including blocking the only in and out of the Convent.

The Vicar remained where she was, staring at the silhouette of the corpse from behind the dark mist.

The lead woman's voice stated unperturbed, "I enforce upon my coven my unspoken vow. The protection for that which is precious to one of our own, against the iniquitous efforts of these men's greed. I call upon your essence from the past to the present, my kin. Stir from your desolate slumber, from your sleepless dream."

The bells rung once more, and the silhouette of the Church Hunter's corpse soon arose from within the mist, not unlike their smaller more angelic counterparts, the shape shifting and smoothing into something leaner, smaller than the alterations made by Saint Matilda. It soon began to walk through the darkness towards them.

"Through this corporeal form shall you defend your heart."

Emerging from the mist was a familiar face. The tawny brown complexion, small healed cuts littered across her face from fights long ago, though fewer in quantity unlike from last he saw her. The dark blue of her formal leather-layered coat covered the dark vest and white frilled blouse, adorned with a cravat.

Joseph noticed how young she looked, the expression on her face without the calm neutrality he had been accustomed to before she fell into a dreadful coma, instead replaced with an emotion he recognized within John.

Wrath. Directed at us.

He realized that her irises held no shine of silver, the indication of someone who had become enlightened, who become an other to everyone... no, they were a dull grey. She looked human.

The brothers soon realized they were not the only ones who recognized who this was, as the Hunter's froze; in fear? Shock? He couldn't tell.

He did see how his former sister stared at the woman. There was a longing there, a pang in her heart as the other approached past the Vicar.

She expertly spun her twin blade around, dragging one blade across the ground between herself and the Vicar, the same darkness she emerged from summoned once more to cover a veil of it on to Faith.

No one could see the Vicar anymore, but the more pressing matter was the scowling and sneering ghost enraged by their very presence.

"Through this corporeal form, shall you vanquish these fiendish intruders."

She pointed her the end of her blade at Joseph himself, glare calling for his blood.

"Welcome back from beyond the great consciousness, Elite Hunter."

She split her twin blade in two, twirled her weapons in both hands, and in a few blinks, Joseph saw her in the air, blades crossing as they cut down on their target.

"Silva Omar."

Joseph could only recall a great pain across his chest and the shouts of his brothers before he fell unconscious.

#music monday #wip wednesday #series: the untitledverse #wip: more than bargained for?#five nights at freddy's #wip: the dark awakening #series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #wip: the waters of life flow #series: the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #bloodborne au #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #oc: priestess lillith #oc: silva omar #mentioned oc: saint matilda #yeah so church hunters are now angels that had been alterred physically by paul's monastery in order to make them more useful

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simplegenius042 · 6 months ago

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Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Last Line

Tagged by @cassietrn and @voidika

Tagging @imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @lulu2992 + anyone else who'd like to join.

Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

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"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

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"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

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"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"

#music monday #wip wednesday #wip: wings and horns #series: the untitledverse #series: walking fate #twdg #oc: malcrum darling #twdg clementine #there's always one person outside of a relationship that just goes to ruin shit for no reason #series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #series: the silver chronicles #wip: oh i love it and i hate it at the same time. you and i drink the poison from the same vine. hiding all our sins from the daylight #far cry 5 #oc: silva omar #oc: paul yellowjack #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #in which paul and silva stuck together... to no better results at all. paul just harasses the seeds now. karma honestly.#series: life despair & monsters #wip: you make my heart go doki doki literature club!#doki doki literature club #ddlc monika #oc: haoyu anabuki #ddlc sayori #ddlc yuri #ddlc natsuki #haoyu brings out the girlfailure in monika which is partly the reason why she wants to dropkick them cuz she can't have her friends find ou

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