#food he brought himself when they go to the dungeon. and it would always have rice

[lokh]

the idea of some white guy assuming my favorite food is rice is such harmless but ridiculous nonsense. and is water my favorite drink for having it all the time too

[colorfulrook]

I have an idea:

Basically, it would be Reader and Jinwoo who have known each other for a long time. They're best friends, and Reader was always super affectionate with him when he was an E-rank. She treated his wounds, cooked him food, etc., and flirted with him directly, but Jinwoo ignored her advances every time (for him, it was just affection between friends), but Reader always continued even though it wasn't reciprocal.

When he became an S-rank, he got closer to the other hunters, especially Cha Hae In, and Hae In did the same thing Reader did for him (taking care of him), except that he reacted to her advances. Reader, seeing this, understood that she had to let it go and was happy for him despite the heartbreak. Everything she did for him, she did with the other hunters in the guild (brought back cookies, put bandages on Baek, while complimenting him on his muscles, etc.). Jinwoo seeing Reader being affectionate with everyone except him gives him a pang in his heart realizing that he hates it when Reader is with people other than him and begins to regret all the times when he didn't reciprocate and ignore her advances. One day when Reader is injured he goes to heal her and tries to do what Reader did for him hoping to be able to get closer to her again

Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! I hope you will enjoy reading it and tell me if you liked it! I value quite much every opinion you throw ahaha, love you all - Rook

Ps: I proofread it a bit quickly so eventual grammar errors will be dealt it later!

Where the heart awaits [S.JW x F!Reader]

Pairings: Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader Word count: 1.5K Theme: Fluff, angst (Injury ahead!)

Being an A-Rank healer was tough, but it had its perks. You met all kinds of people—arrogant hotshots, quiet tanks, mages who thought they were gods, hell even S ranks—but none of them managed to leave you an impression like Jinwoo. Gentle, caring Jinwoo who, no matter the hardships of being an E-Rank, never backed down on a job.

You met him during one of your first dungeon after you awakening, despite having already some offers for all kinds of guilds, you politely declined, saying that you would like to lend a hand to the guildless people before committing to one.

That’s how you ended up in a cramped, damp D-Rank dungeon with a group of nervous, under-equipped hunters… and him.

He hadn’t said much at first—kept his head down, focused. You watched as he silently took more hits than he should have, trying to protect the others even though he was clearly exhausted. By the end, he was bloodied and limping, but smiling when he handed the core to a trembling C-rank who looked like he might burst into tears. You had walked up to him, healing magic already warm in your palms, and asked with piqued interest.

“Do you always try to be a martyr, or was today special?”

He blinked at you. Then he smiled. “Habit, I guess.” Feeling refreshed as you healed him, warm magic tickled his skin.

That was the start of your friendship.

From then on, things moved fast. Days turned into month that eventually turned into one year.

You started teaming up more often. Dungeons with Jinwoo became your favorite—how you waited eagerly every time there was a new dungeon, a smile forming everytime you read Jinwoo's name on the list. You could already feel your heart warming.

You began to see him after and before the raids, sometimes even cooking for him and his sister after a particularly gruesome outing. He walked you home after late-night cleanups. You learned how he liked his coffee, how he couldn’t handle spicy food, and that he always, always made sure everyone else was safe before thinking about himself.

You started to look forward to the way his eyes would light up when you brought snacks. To the little, tired smiles he’d give you at the end of a run. You flirted with him—openly, shamelessly—sometimes just to see him flustered. But he never responded to it. At first, you told yourself it was just because he was shy.

But you were wrong, he wasn't shy, he just thought you were very friendly.

It hit you one night when the two of you went out to eat in one of those small restaurant full of people and laughs. You'd teased him again—something flirty, casual, something about how you liked guys who were quietly heroic and kind to their teammates. Jinwoo had just laughed. Not nervous. Not awkward. Just… amused.

The thought of you referring to him went completely over his head.

"Don't worry (Y/n), you are an amazing person and hunter, I'm sure you will find someone you love soon enough!"

And that’s when it sunk in. You could feel your smile dropping a bit before regaining your composure.

To him, your kindness was just that—kindness. The way you patched him up, brought him home-cooked meals, dragged him out for breaks, gifted him silly little trinkets to cheer him up—he’d seen all of it as the affection of a good friend. And maybe, in his mind, he didn’t deserve more than that anyway.

So you smiled and kept going, because even if your heart ached sometimes, his presence was worth it. Being by his side was better than not being there at all.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

When Jinwoo came back from his double dungeon, you felt everything change, as if someone pulled a rug from under your feet and disrupted your carefully built balance.

He was stronger. Colder. More focused. You watched as he built his new life—his new guild—and got closer with hunters you barely knew. He spent more time with Cha Haein, and even though she didn’t speak much, she didn’t need to. The way she looked at him said enough. And worse, the way he looked back at her…

You decided to let him go.

You still talked frequently but you decided that it was time to do something with yourself, Jinwoo was happy with Haein, it was time to reach your happiness as well.

You decided to join Baek Yoonho's guild, feeling ready to lend your powers to a bigger group of people—it was time for a "fresh start" as you called it.

You loved it there, truly, you began to grow fond of every member of your usual dungeon party. Thus you decided to spread your affection to them.

You began to take extra care while healing everyone, especially Guildmaster Baek, handed cookies to the office staff, even embracing one of the rookies— "Gukkie" you called him with the affection of a big sister—in a warm hug for nailing one of the raids in a dungeon.

You didn’t mean it as payback. It was just you being you.

But Jinwoo slowly began to notice it.

And for the first time in a long time, he was the one watching you from the sidelines.

Jinwoo didn’t realize when it started—the way his eyes always followed you, shadows always at the ready to protect you.

Maybe it was the moment you tucked a blanket around Baek Yoonho’s shoulders after a gruesome raid and told him to get some rest, your voice warm with that same gentle tone you used to use just for Jinwoo.

"Master Baek, I know you are toning your body everyday but you must take care and rest after a dungeon!" you'd say pouting.

Or when you ruffled that one hunter's hair after he brought you a smoothie and said, “You’re getting sweeter by the day,” and Jinwoo had to stop himself from yanking your hand away, starved of your usual caring touch.

It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept up slowly, a quiet cold wave that nipped at his ankles. A sharp tug in his chest every time you smiled at someone else. And a heavy, sinking feeling when he realized that you haven't smiled like that at him for weeks.

You were still kind and affectionate during the now rare times you saw each others. But you didn’t linger anymore. You didn’t tease. No more late-night texts, no more lingering touches. You didn’t call him “handsome” with a laugh or sneak his favorite candy into his coat pocket before a raid.

And it was his fault.

Thinking back to before he went in that double dungeon left him with a bitter taste on his tongue.

He’d thought it was just how you were. That your softness belonged to everyone. He hadn’t realized—until it wasn’t his anymore—how much of it you had given only to him.

Now it was too late. Or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.

Not until the day of an abnormal red gate dungeon.

When Jinwoo felt the pulse of the gate from across the city so stronge that even Igris twitched.

And then your name came through the emergency report from the White Tiger Guild.

A red gate. An unexpected ambush. An A-Rank healer, critically injured. You.

Jinwoo didn’t remember giving the order to teleport. He just moved. Shadows exploded from the ground like a tidal wave, launching him towards your position.

The first thing he noticed was how small and frail you seemed in Baek Yoonho's arms, whom looked at him with wide eyes.

"We closed the dungeon but we need to help her fast if we want her to live"

You were unconscious, blood seeping from your uniform, your breathing was shallow, and your mana flickered like a dying candle. Someone had tried to patch you up, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t you.

Jinwoo’s hands trembled as he touched your cheek. For a moment, all he could do was stare.

You were always the one healing. Always smiling through exhaustion, patching wounds, giving warmth without asking for anything back. Now you lay still, quiet and cold.

Something cracked deep inside him.

“Why didn’t I see it?” he whispered, almost angrily. “Why did I let you go?”

Beru stood silently nearby, his gaze lowered. Even his shadows stayed quiet, watching their king kneel beside the one person he could never bring himself to face until it was too late.

Jinwoo’s heart raced as his hands trembled, pouring every ounce of mana into you with a desperate kind of reverence, trying to heal the wound he had failed to stop. His shadows clung to you like a protective cocoon, dimly glowing with the magic he so freely gave, trying to mend what had been broken both in your body and in his soul.

"Please," he whispered again, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he had never shown before. "I can’t lose you. Not like this."

His forehead touched yours, and for a fleeting moment, the world faded into the background. The overwhelming pulse of his heart, the suffocating grief, the quiet dread of losing you—all of it seemed to blur as he focused entirely on you.

His breath came out in ragged gasps as he choked on the words he had kept buried for far too long.

“Wake up…” His voice cracked, the words barely audible. “Please. I still haven’t said it. I haven’t told you…”

But then he felt it—a soft pressure on his hand.

“Jinwoo…” Your voice was weak, your hand reaching up to gently touch his face. “I’m here…”

He leaned down, cheek pressed against yours as relief washed over him like a tidal wave. The fear, the doubt, the hopelessness that had gripped him melted away.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his hands brushing away the sweat on your forehead. “I'm sorry you had to wait for so long”

You smiled weakly as you felt the warmt of his words settle in your chest, maybe there was still hope after all.

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

King!Satoru never knew how to share. He's always gotten what he wanted when he demanded it. From women to jewels, this man received what he spoke of no matter what. Emperors from neighboring lands were intimidated by the spontaneous king. He's been known to act quite ruthlessly to those he deems lowly.

King!Satoru has never had a problem taking what he wanted. Especially when it came to a woman who caught his eye. So when Satoru had found you under the rubble and debris left behind by your fallen kingdom, he expected you to run into his arms and thank him. Instead, you ran into his arms and slapped him across the face. He was, for once in a long time, stunned. So much so that he didn't retaliate immediately. If it weren't for his guards, you might have taken his distraction as ample opportunity to attack even more.

King!Satoru immediately instructed his men to take you with them on their return home. You had a spark that no other woman has ever been brave enough to ignite within him. Satoru made sure the guards weren't too rough as they guided you into his castle. He quickly made haste to his room so he could change into comfortable robes and perhaps find some clothing you could change into. After all, your clothes had been tattered and dirtied as the buildings burned and crumpled to the ground around you.

King!Satoru was angry when he learned that his guards had put you in the dungeon. That's no place for a lady under his eye. He ordered some maids to prepare a room for you, and he traversed down to the dungeon and got you himself. Afterward, he wouldn't let anyone touch you or be alone with you again. Although, Satoru quickly realized he made a mistake giving you your own room. Luckily, it was right down the hall from his, unluckily you attempted to sneak out every night. Satoru would always sense when you had left bed, and he made quick haste of catching you before you could escape.

King!Satoru is in a panic when he lazily opens your bedroom door 3 hours after the full moon rose high in the sky, expecting to find you picking at the window locks, only to see your bedroom completely empty. He doesn't waste a moment more as he grabs his sword and shoes before running through the halls of his castle. He should have invested in stronger metal locks for his castle doors. Satoru is about to call out for his guards to prepare to search the grounds when he pauses mid-stride and takes a step back so he's looking into the kitchen. There you were, minding your sweet business as you prepared yourself a warm plate of food. Satoru would have sworn that a kitchen was no place for a lady of your position, but then he saw you doing something so mundane as cooking yourself a meal, and he melted.

King!Satoru doesn't interrupt your time and decides to turn around and go back to his room instead. He almost kicks his feet like a young girl when he hears you walk past his bedroom door to go back to your room. You had stopped trying to escape.

King!Satoru notices the relationship between the both of you growing stronger after that night. He saw you in a different light. You weren't just a woman he had won and brought back as a trophy. You meant a great deal to him. You were the sweet and normal he needed in his life. A bond formed between you both, for better or worse, and you quickly grew fond of the King. You ignored the whispers about your relationship with him, choosing not to acknowledge your growing feelings.

King!Satoru grew extremely protective of you in the past few months you had been with him. There was a voice in the back of his head constantly telling him that you were the one. For whatever reason, he just KNEW it.

You learn quickly that once you've gotten Satoru attached to you, he doesn't let go. He's clingy and needy, constantly protective and possessive, and he is the snarkiest man you've ever met. He's strong, too. You realize just how strong he is as you stand on the balcony of the castle, looking over the training grounds, and watch how easy it is for him to take down men one after another. The clench of your thighs tells you just how fast your feelings for him are developing. And, of course, Satoru notices too.

King!Satoru becomes much bolder around you after he catches on. He constantly flirted with you and made a great show of charming you. Despite his grand gestures and confident demeanor, he was a little nervous he was coming off too strong. Were your eye rolls fond or serious? Should he take a step back and stop being so flirtatious? Oh! Oh, you just..kissed his cheek. Annd~ he's melted into a puddle on the ground.

King!Satoru saw himself as a spontaneous and energetic man, and he loved himself a good ball. The women and men dressed so formally, dancing together and having their fun. And what made it better was that you were by his side now. This was your first royal gathering, thanks to your position by his side. He provided you with a beautiful gown, made sure it was your favorite color, and reassured you that you looked absolutely stunning. And, God's above, you did look gorgeous. Satoru tried not to stare too long at your exposed skin and kept his gaze on the hundreds of royal and wealthy in his ballroom.

King!Satoru kept his arm around your waist all night. But he couldn't believe his ears as you asked to dance. You didn't know a thing about dancing but.. they made it look easy, so why not? As soon as Satoru stepped on the marble flooring with you, a pit formed in your stomach. Your feet were uncoordinated as you stared down at your and Satorus feet. He kept one hand on your waist and the other in yours. The softness in his eyes, the love in his smile, it never went away as he watched you. Not when you stepped on his feet or even trip over your own heel.

King!Satoru would have thought by now that people knew not to mess with his precious woman. But all royals are dumb, except for him, of course. He glanced as he heard snickers from a few men, staring at your attempt at waltzing. Satorus blue gaze fell back down at you, and now he could feel the tremble in your hands travel up his wrist. His heart ached to see you so embarrassed, still trying to waltz with him. Satoru gently stepped forward, bringing your chests together, the linked hands expanded arm length out, and his grip on your waist moved to the small of your back. You could feel his cheek against your temple and his hot breath against your ear.

When he had asked you if you wanted them all dead, you merely thought it a joke. But he didn't snicker or laugh. His grip never loosened on you. Your weak smile faded as it sunk in that he was not playing a bad joke. You pulled back enough just to look at him and shook your head softly. He searched your gaze and sighed, gently breaking the link between your hands and cupping your face in his hands. Your cheeks flushed, and you placed your hands on his chest to steady your racing thoughts. Surely, he wasn't going to kiss you in the midst of this ball for everyone to see, right? Matter a fact, he was about to. If it weren't for the music ending and clapping erupting around the room.

King!Satoru knew you pulled away from nervousness and fluster, not shame or fear, but he just couldn't help himself from feeling irritated. He should have just pulled you in, no hesitation. Your lips looked so soft, and he just wanted to kiss them until your blood stained his lips. And, for sure, he shouldn't have tried such a thing in front of a ballroom of royalty. Such idiotic bastards don't deserve to see you so vulnerable and soft, needy, and desperate. Only him. Only Satoru is allowed to see you as such. But he was close to disregarding his own ball and whisking you away to the side.

Instead, King!Satoru waits patiently for the ball to end. But he's not so patient to escort all the guests out. No, he allows his guards that pleasure as Satoru gladly guides you out of the ballroom. Your laughter echoes off the walls of the castle as he carries you to his chambers. He's been craving your touch for months, yearning for a mere taste on his tongue, but your laughter was worth more than any stained sheet or tinted purity. Satoru takes his time, gently exploring your body and making you his. You didn't mind. Your body and soul lost to ecstacy the entire night until the morning came.

King!Satoru couldn't thank God above enough, relentlessly thanking him for letting Satoru raid your home. Satoru lays on his satin sheets, holding you against his bare chest as you softly snore on top of him. He just watches you and thanks anyone who may listen that he's such a spoiled man. Without his ruthless reputation, he wouldn't have pocketed this sweet treasure in his arms, and she wouldn't have pocketed his heart in return.

[samsblades]

This Sam who accidentally gets turned into a werewolf (I imagine demon!Dean getting payback on Sam for when he got him turned into a vamp in season 6. Except lycanthropy is irreversible.) This Sam who tries to keep himself together and act human when all he wants to do is roll around in your bed after a hunt and absolutely smother you so you smell like *him*. Werewolf!Sam who's canines are just a little sharper than normal and he forgets about it sometimes so when he bites during sex he breaks blood and gets all whimpery in apology and licks it clean but doesn't stop pounding into you because honestly, you smell fucking great. Werewolf!Sam who tries out different cultural foods at first that include animal hearts but after a few tries gives up because he finds it tastes better raw. Werewolf!Sam who honestly feels dirty. He's never been clean. Infected with demon blood since he was 6 months and now he's a werewolf- doomed for purgatory. Werewolf!Sam who one night confesses to you after a hard full moon. He's woozy, all tired from scratching the flooring of the dungeon in the bunker. He confesses that he wishes he was just normal for you. To which you deny his claims- because yes, he's not entirely normal. But that's fine. He insists it's not. Because one day when the sun sets for the last time for you two, you'll be up in the sky while he'll be in purgatory with all the other dogs. You who comfort him and then ask him something that toes the line between being selfless and selfish. You ask him to turn you. Because you'd rather spend eternity in purgatory with him and the leviathans you'd put away than sip pina coladas in heaven all while knowing he was suffering. That you'd never see eachother again. Sam, who gets mad at you for even asking him such a thing. Who practically growls at you to not even think of that because he doesn't want to damn you to the same fate as him. And you, selfish yet selfless you who gets him to bite you when it's the full moon. You almost regret it. But you'd rather fight Chuck himself than be apart from him.

his canines :,) absolutely crying his canines would be so pretty.. i really like him licking up the little scratches he gives you :,)

super obsessed with this... thinking about madison here too... him feeling sooo guilty for being alive but having had to kill her OOO BROTHER just give him everything in the world to be guilty about won't we T_T IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT BABYGIRL I SWEARRR

NO BUT I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT THE PURGATORY THING UNTIL YOU BROUGHT IT UP... I'M DYING SCREAMING CRYING THIS IS NOT OKAYYYY WAHHHHH and yeah sam would be like never never never i would never do that :/// and to have him bite you when he's out of control during a full moon... oh man that's so fucked UPPP I CAN'TTT like ugh yes you'll be in purgatory together forever, you'll fight off everything you can together, you'll survive together just like always. but he'll be so hurt and upset :(( because honestly it feels like another violation of his autonomy. i mean he's so relieved to have you with him. but he thinks he deserves to go through this alone and he feels horrid that you're now stuck with him here forever :,) crying

but agh i love werewolf sam hehehe muah <33 and i love you!!!

[what-have-i-unleashed]

rivers of red

surprise update for mermaid bunny!! my inspiration do be sporadic lol

anyway, here's to more toxicity between these fucked up skeletons >:3

(cw: violence, toxic relationship, mentions of abuse and suicidal ideation)

it has been weeks and killer still hasn't stepped foot outside of the castle even once.

the others frequently do for their missions. but when it comes to killer, he's always left behind. no one has given him a clear reason yet, and cross, easily the worst liar of them all, has told him to bring it up to dust since he's the nominally their second-in-command. as if killer would ever trust that creep, really.

but having nothing to do except roaming the castle and occasionally going down to the dungeons to ramble at their unfortunate prisoners (more like food source for nightmare) have lost their charm. killer is dying of boredom, being trapped in an empty castle for days on end. it feels weird not being utilized according to his function - he feels as if he's done something wrong. isn't what nightmare has brought him here for? to be an instrument of calamity?

yeah, but shouldn't you feel good about not having to kill anyone anymore? one of the voices in his head inquires.

who cares? it's in your name, killer, another voice crows. maybe kill them all and then nightmare will see your potential.

"i'm not killing anyone here. nightmare won't like that," killer says out loud, as there isn't anyone here to tell him he's crazy for doing so. unlike someone in the gang.

is staying here so bad?

it is! it's so booooring! you need something new, don't you?

but the world out there is such a horrible place! you will have to kill so many people if you step outside.

oh please! you are the most terrifying creature out there. no one will dare cross your path if they know what you're capable of. there's a reason they chose you after all.

killer tunes out the voices as they bicker back and forth. maybe they are right. maybe this is a test and he needs to prove himself in order to be let out of here. he doesn't want to stay here all docile and restless. he doesn't want to be treated like one of nightmare's little meals downstairs, trapped here and waiting for a rescue that will never come.

so when the gang finally comes back, against all his preservation instincts, he goes straight to dust in the great hall, who stills upon seeing him approach.

"we need to talk," he says to dust.

out of the corner of his eyes, he sees cross and horror lingering around, but they don't interfere, just like usual.

what? dust signs to him, strangely reserved.

"i want to go out on mission," killer replies.

i'm not in charge of assigning roles.

"you're nightmare's right-hand, aren't you? can't you just put in a good word for me?"

dust looks at him, his eyelights flickering. after a tense moment, he signs, no.

"what do you mean, no?" killer asks, but dust brushes past him. not letting him get away, killer grabs dust's arm. "hey, i'm talking to you!"

the air buzzing around them is the only warning killer has before he instinctively summons his knife as a barrage of bones shoots up from the ground, angling at his midriff. the attacks don't hit him directly as he softens the impact with his knife in the way. he grins at dust. so now they're speaking his language.

before he can jump at dust, someone grabs the back of his jacket.

"no fighting," horror's voice rumbles behind him. cross also appears in front of dust, saying something that he can't hear. the hooded skeleton seems to be shrinking into himself.

"he started it," killer sneers at no one particular. "if it's a fight he wants, then it's a fight he gets."

"don't be stupid," horror shakes him. "you break him, nightmare will break you."

"what?" killer smiles back at the one-eyed skeleton, all teeth. "little dusty there is his pet or what?"

everything momentarily freezes after what he said. horror's grip on his jacket tightens, and cross looks back at him. and dust - killer won't describe it, but the expression on his face is something else. it only prompts him to open his mouth to spit out more venom.

"you can't fight your own battles, dusty? always needing someone for you to hide behind, like the coward that you are?"

"killer, stop it," cross tells him, softly yet sternly at the same time. one of his arms hold out over dust, as if covering dust from the onslaught that killer is ready to unleash on him.

"even now, you have to have cross here to protect you," killer breaks away from horror's grip as he steps closer to his target. "don't you have shame? can you even call yourself our superior like this?"

dust doesn't reply. he doesn't even move from his spot, as cross resolutely stands between both of them.

"nothing to say, right-hand?" killer sneers.

"killer, that's enough," cross scowls.

"scram, guard dog," killer tilts his head at cross. "this is between me and him."

before cross can say anything, a familiar high whine echoes behind him. a purple light illuminates the hall for a second before the gaster blaster goes off. horror, cross, and killer have all teleported away to a safe distance just in time to see the blaster decimate half of the great hall. as the smoke dissipates, dust stands there, a crazed smile on his face. his bi-colored eyelights dart around and catch killer perching on a railing. killer feels something race through his body, the sensation of adrenaline coursing through his leylines that he has sorely missed. he reciprocates dust's smile with his own as he spins his knife in his hand and jumps.

the ensuing fight between the two of them is messy. killer can't exactly tell the intent between each blow dust delivers to him, but dust does fight like someone who wants to see him dead. dust's movements are jittery and unpredictable - he doesn't move like a regular monster for sure, but neither does killer. dust hesitates a lot mid-fight, his eyes flickering in its colors, but a smack to his face always gets him back into the mood quickly. his crazed grin wobbles at its corners more often the more the fight goes on. and killer notices.

when he sees dust takes a misstep and stumble back, killer swipes his knife at dust. the hooded skeleton's eye flares up, and killer anticipates a counter-attack of some sort - maybe a blue magic grab, maybe another intricate attack pattern that dust loves to do. but no, dust's flare only lasts for a second before it gives out, his eyelights fading back to white. his body relaxes as it falls into killer's knife, and on his face blooms a bloody half-smile. killer stares at it, startled.

he changes the angle of his knife at the last millisecond, the spine of the knife instead of the tip hitting dust's zygomatic bone. a small crack appears on dust's face, another injury on his banged up body. killer grabs dust's collar and pulls him up, the hooded skeleton unmoving like a puppet with its strings cut.

"... what was that?" killer whispers at dust, who remains unresponsive. it's like all his fight just escapes his body. the crack under his eye drips red onto killer's hand. his eyelights bore into killer's empty sockets.

let's just kill him, a voice pops into killer's head. the others will have no choice but make you their superior, right?

and then nightmare will kill us for sure. or worse, make us one of his fixture in the dungeons.

come on, do you really think so? what if the cracked head lied to us? you think nightmare keeps around this unstable coward for his abilities?

you really want to risk that?

dust continues to stare at him, not saying anything. not even a scared expression on his face. just eerily serene and smiling as he watches killer raise a knife right at one of his sockets.

after a while, killer throws away the knife and pushes dust away from him. dust crumbles among the mess they've made, and doesn't get up, his eyes still fixed on killer.

"... if you want to die, do it yourself," killer mutters under his breath before teleporting back to his own room.

he doesn't hear from the others for the rest of the day. he doesn't leave his room, opting to read his meager collection of books for the nth time. with no way to tell the time, he stays vigilant against the door of his room, waiting for the mute maniac to come back for revenge. or worse, nightmare. but dust never comes, the hallway outside of his room blessedly and strangely quiet.

it is a while when he hears a couple of knocks on his door, a muffled voice calling him.

"killer, it's horror. get up."

when killer opens the door, horror is standing in front of him with his arms crossed.

"what's the deal, big guy?" killer smiles, to which horror frowns slightly.

"you're gonna have your first mission with me today."

it takes killer a moment to absorb the words. "wait, really?" he says, stunned.

"unfortunately," horror turns to walk away, making killer follow him. "just a small espionage. don't mess it up."

killer beams, his steps having a little spring in it. as the duo passes by the living area, killer spots cross and dust sitting on one of the benches. cross is mumbling something to dust, his head angling down. dust's head abruptly turns and he locks eyes with killer for a second before killer walks past the living area completely.

as horror prepares the portal to their destination, killer can't help but think about what he's seen, his deformed soul feeling as much discomfited as he is able to. much as he tries, he can't remember dust being injured in his right eye at all yesterday.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die And if a ten tonne truck kills the both of us To die by your side, well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine

~ there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

[nunezs-stuff]

Is there any messed up facts about kianna?

Kianna komori dark facts

Warning mentions of being physically intimate arranged marriage age Gap one-sided love eating disorder self-harm drug addiction toxic relationships

note from creator: I do not support the actions in this and this is only for content and character lore so please do not send hate

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Kianna while in the sakamaki house she would often cry a lot in her pillow missing yonaka her lover and the first girl she's ever loved

Kianna often wrote little songs and made paper dolls and Incorporated a lot of yonaka's style as a way to remember her

Even carving yonaka's name into the back of her shoulder with a surgical knife with azusa's help

And after she was reunited with yonaka she became very overprotective and obsessive over yonaka barely letting her out out of kianna"s sight unless absolutely necessary and would often show her more gentle and sweet side to Yonaka

and after Kianna became a half pure blood she actually has a plans to ask her beloved to become a vampire too so she will always be with kianna

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Kianna was arranged to be shu's wife ever since karlheinz found out about her existence when she was an infant brought to the church and after he found out she was a cursed hybrid he arranged her to be with his oldest son since he

wanted to see what a cursed hybrid and a pure blood vampire would conceive in the future

and when kianna found out when she was sent to the house on the day she turned 15 she was angry and tried to fight it but shu threatened to rip yui's throat out and kill yui if kianna said no so kianna agreed out of fear although he wasn't physically abusive to her unless when she tried

to escape or fight back against his affection he abused her mind mentally guilt tripping her and convincing her that he would be the only one who ever love her for her and they were

physically intimate but he never raped her even telling her that he will wait for her when she's ready because he loved her and would never force himself onto her

And even in his last moments where she was killing him he convinced her that he would be the only one to love her for who she is and he left such a mental mark on her to the point she will always hear his voice in her head and a part of her is afraid that it is permanent

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Kianna actually has a slight drug addiction although it's not extreme she does every month either smoke weed or any other drug she only does it when the voices in her head simply won't go away but when Subaru found out he yelled at her and told her not to do it and if she really needs something to drowned the pain she could

either smoke or have a sugar crash or even go to yonaka as a way of comfort or even himself as he can't stand to watch the girl he's grown so attached to fall apart and ruin herself

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Kianna is extremely touch starved but is afraid of physical touch due to the abuse she suffered in the sakamaki house as she was almost turned into into a doll by kanato because he was jealous and angry that she was with shu instead of him and actually ended up hurting her making her bleed from her head and hands pulled out her hair but she fought back and kicked him and ran away

only reason he didn't go after her again was because shu intervened and made kanato bleed and cry even breaking one of his favorite dolls

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Kianna developed her eating disorder

both due to Seiji saying she's gaining weight and the toxic beauty standards she dealt with in Catholic School,

And she was often left in the dungeon for days and because of how cold it was down there she often developed fevers and threw up a lot and ended up malnourished and made her eating disorder worse and the only reason she didn't die was because Subaru often snuck her food when he was left in the dungeon to and although they both were chained up she would cling to him for Comfort.

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[multifandom-nerds-blog]

On a whim of inspiriation I wrote a dragon prince post season 6 fanfiction with established Sorvus and emotional hurt/comfort. (Corvus arriving in Katolis and running to Soren right away)

This was literally written out of nowhere but enjoy~

When Corvus and Ezran finally arrived at Katolis castle town they could only look up at ruins, smoke still rising from some of the towers in to the darkening sky of late afternoon. When his king started crying in his arms Corvus could only think of how Ezran was just a child after all. How this wasn't fair.

Live wasn't really fair though, was it?

A soldier ran up to them from the woods opposite of where he and Ezran had come from, when Corvus was already preparing himself to go through the rubble. Looking for... anything he supposed, blonde hair and blue eyes probably. The soldier brought them to a clearing in the woods right away. The first thing they could see there was barius handing out food with the help of a female soldier. The next second Opeli was running up to them.

Six people died, Opeli told them. Five who got hit by or trapped under the rubbel and couldn't be found in time.

The sixth was Viren. Saving them from the dragon fire with his magic apparently.

It took Corvus a while to find Soren in the camp that Opeli managed to organize. After making sure Ezran has calmed down more or less, leaving the young king with Opeli and Barius to get an overview of the situation. She could only tell him that he was probably running around somewhere trying to "stay busy". And the glance she gave him was enough to tell Corvus that Soren was probably doing that without a proper break now for a while.

Saying "camp" was also very optimistic if he was being honest. Even if Opeli had obviously done the best they could with the situation and all that people. The tents where mostly bigger blankets and tarps secured between trees and carts. The few proper tents they organized in the short time were all used for the sick, injured and infants.

To his relieve he couldn't find Soren there. Though when he did find him, at the camps western border helping other soldiers with hitting stacks into the ground and tying rope between them, Corvus decided that maybe Soren should have been in one of the tents. Or at least he should clearly be resting somewhere, and if it was laying on the darn grass with Hat on his head. Even from afar he noticed the tiredness combined with a tension in Sorens body. The kind of tension he would get after pushing himself for to long. When something was going on inside of him that he refused to talk about.

To even notice this tension was a skill that Corvus had perfected over the last two years. First as his enemie-turned-colleague, then as his friend and than as his partner. Though actually getting him to open up when he was like this, to figure out what was bothering him, was a skill Corvus still hadn't really worked out. So most of the time he just focused on distracting Soren to make him feel better.

Luckily Corvus didn't had to do a guessing game on what exactly Sorens issue was or how he could best help him relax. Opelli told them that it was Soren who had run to the dungeon where Viren had been imprisoned. But only the rats from the dungeon could possibly tell them what happened between them this time.

Viren, he didn't really like calling him 'Sorens father' no matter the situation, was the cause for this kind of tension in Soren most of the time in the end. In some way, shape or form Viren was always at the back of Sorens mind.

"Soren!", Corvus called while walking up to him. It was hard not to run, but making a scene wasn't exactly in his interest here. Their relationship was still mostly private after all.

Soren turned around, dropping the hammer in his hand, and Corvus almost stopped in his track. The tiredness was even more apparent on his face. His usual smile was nowhere to be seen and his eyes had heavy bags under them. Most worrying to Corvus however was the stained bandage on his forehead.

"Corvus?", Soren said. Even his voice seemed of, to Corvus trained ears at least. But a spark returned in his blue eyes as he was looking to Corvus. "You're here! Where is Ezran? We heard rumors about an attack at the wedding, but well... Y'know we kinda... had to focus on setting up the camp here and-"

Soren went quite when Corvus hugged him, clinging his arms around him and listening to Sorens heartbeat under his armor. Making a scene or not be damned this time, there were only a handful of soldiers that could see them here anyway.

The beating of Sorens heart was probably the most beautiful sound to Corvus ears at this point.

However the tension did not wash out of Sorens body as he had hoped. Instead his breathing turned sharp, rigged, enough for Corvus to notice but everyone else could probably only see how Soren returned his hug. One of his arms around his back, the other hand gripping his shoulder hard enough for it to slightly hurt.

Corvus ignored it. The blonde man needed the comfort, now more than ever. He could handle a little shoulder pain.

"We just arrived. I will catch you up on our side later.", Corvus said after a while, his head in Sorens neck. "But you really look like you need a good nap, and maybe someone to check that wound on your head."

Soren loosened the grip on his shoulder, and only then did Corvus loosen his own grip around him. Though Sorens left hand at his back still grabbed his shirt slightly, and Corvus decided to keep a hand on Sorens forearm. Meanwhile the blue head of Hat popped out of Sorens armor with a squirm. Seemingly not liking to be squished between two grown men in armor.

The blonde knight used his other hand to touch the stained bandage. To Corvus relieve his fingers came back down dry, so the blood wasn't fresh at least.

"What happened?", Corvus asked.

"Stone flew right to my head.", Soren answered. Not what he had asked, but they both knew that. Maybe he would have a bit more luck when they were actually alone, and they both had sleept for a bit. "Is Ezran okay at least?"

"He didn't get hurt." Corvus however could still feel the bruises from Karims people throwing him on the ground and holding him down. Though this would probably just rile up Soren even more in the moment. "As I said, I will tell you everything later. King Ezran wants to talk to you later too."

He raised his own free hand to trace his fingers around the bandage on Sorens forehead. Light, making sure he didn't put any pressure on the wound to accidentally hurt him.

Just distracting or comforting Soren wouldn't be enough this time. They would actually have to talk about the isdue this time. About Viren. What happened. What he did to the world, and most importantly what he did to Soren. Possibly about Claudia. The one topic didn't really came without the other one.

Ignoring the fact that they were still in the open, soldiers working around them and some of them probably looking at them for gossip, Corvus pulled his hands from Sorens face and grabbed his free hand instead to put a kiss on his fingers.

Sorens hands were ever so cold, to a worrying degree if you were to ask anyone else probably, but well, normal for Soren. Whatever the reason was for his freezing skin (Soren gave dubious answers and became restless whenever Corvus had tried to ask) at this point it was something familiar to Corvus.

"Come on, I'm sure they can finish the stakes on their own.", Corvus said. "We both need a few hours of sleep before we have to meet up with the council."

Soren let out a sigh, but still removed the hand still clinging to Corvus back, sliding it in his hand for just a moment before dropping both his hands at his side.

"Ok.", Soren whispered and walked ahead to to where the improvised campsite. Corvus walked along close enough so that their hands could touch, if Soren wanted to.

Luckily it wasn't hard to find a more private spot for two memebers of the crown guard. Close to the trees, under a lower hanging tarp and a cart blocking sight from where most people were trying to eat or already sleeping.

Getting Soren to lie down wasn't hard at this point. He quietly followed him to the ground, and even let Corvus remove the plates on his arms and shoulders without much protest.

Though his mind was clearly still racing. They were facing each other on the thin blanket they were laying on, close again but not touching. It was one of these moments where Corvus couldn't tell if Soren needed to be held or if he should avoid it instead, because it would make him flinch or even run off.

Luckily, he didn't had to guess.

"Can you...hold me?"

He hated how insecure Soren became sometimes about this. Wanting comfort from someone. Needing it. How his voice turned so quite. How all of his optimistic energy and joy seemed to just completely dissappear.

He really hated Viren for this. Wanted to make him pay. Though it clearly wasn't possible now anymore, hopefully for real this time. But it wasn't his place to do so anyways.

He could only help Soren cope with whatever emotions were racing through his mind. And he was glad to do so.

Corvus pulled Soren close, one hand at his back, the other one in his blonde hair. Once again Soren returned the embrace, but this time while hiding his face in Corvus chest.

"You don't have to ask."

There were tears wetting his scarf.

He didn't mention it.

[ashloremystic]

18+ MDNI

Unnamed Prelude

This spice filled book is one I've been working on for a while. It's literally like 10 peppers 🌶🌶🌶 deep but one of my favorites. However I haven't quite decided how I want to go about publishing it yet. But like always, an idea starts somewhere sooooo... Yeah..enjoy...

Trips to the mortal realm were often rare and considered a luxury for some shades and shadows forms. Not many of the demons got to roam both at will as they pleased. Mostly Incubus and succubus got to so often because they were used to prey on the rich and powerful and brought said power back to the hells below. Both beautiful in many of their forms and even with the right humans were able to reproduce.

The power they also gathered give them strength. So it was rear to find a weak incubus unless they lost their ability to feed.

All that said.. (Alaric) still found himself staved and chained in the basement of some royal castle. Driven by the feel of all this food and power that moved about and around him. It felt like his skin was itching in places that he could not scratch and was driving him mad.

He was invited as an honored guest and found himself favored by the queen who fell in love with his Indigo eyes and long raven hair that contrasted well with his olive toned skin. They’d stay up late nights when the king was out having affairs of his own enjoying each others company. She’d feed him with flesh in return for tales of his travels and of the outside world of the castle's too high walls. Walls that the queen never got to explore beyond..

However when she started to prefer his company over her own husband’s, An order was issued for (Alaric) to be captured. While he slept, men protected by magic stormed his room and dragged him deep down into the dungeons. Far from the kings wife as well as any other living being.

Minutes, Hours, Days, weeks and months went by and turned into years. The Incubus became long forgotten and his own name even vanished from his mind. A craze setting in so deep that all he could hope for was a death that never came.

The bodies above thinned and moved less and less frequently. Until there weren't any left. So many years gone by that (Alaric) fell into a slumber that preserved his energy until his next meal that may never come.

Sometime later.

It was like being thrown into a fire!!

The Incubus who slept was jolted awake by the presence of power so strong and thick that he couldn’t breath! His lungs filling with air as he inhaled his first breath. She smelled so devine..Yes it was a woman with a womb that was at it prime and a fruit that hadn’t been plucked.

Dust covered his prison and the chains that kept him here had long rusted. They broke away with little to no effort. The door was harder, but it gave way with no problems either as instinct took over.

The Castle has been long abandoned, but as luck would have it. Curiosity got the best of somebody, and he was about to feast! Who ever she maybe!

(Alaric) Traveled up from the dungeon and through the crumbled walls and debris. Chasing the heat. The scraps of his clothes trailing behind him.

Then he saw her and instead of attacking.....he fell to his knees…It was like staring at the sun!! She was beautiful. With Aurbun hair and skin like honey. A body thick in the right places. The perfect breeding mate.

She didn’t see him at first she was too busy streaching her hand out, reaching for a white dove that seemed to be just as fascinated with her as she was it. Landing softly into her out streached hands.

“Dove!” he pleaded..startling her to turn emerald eyes over to him. “Please! I must feed!” he pulled for words that at first came in a old tongue…then again in one she seemed to understand as he fell further to the floor.

“Oh dear! You poor thing.” Her feet moved gracefully across the floor over to him. Avoiding the clutters of stone and the old castle remains. “you must be lost! There's nothing here for miles! Oh, and your clothes!"

She looked like an angel. Maybe she was.

“Come. Let's get you cleaned up. There's a river nearby and I have food."

He didn’t want food.. Not the kind she was offering. Yet he still followed anyway. Like a lost puppy. Hungry and wounded. They traveled for a bit where she had camp set up just in the shade on the outskirts of the broken walls.

"Here eat this." His Dove said as she pulled out a piece of bread and dried meat. "it's not a luxury meal, but it will help give you some energy. Then we can head over to the river to get you cleaned up."

(Alaric) Stared at her..trying to make sense of her words.

"You don't understand a single thing I'm saying do you?"

No response....Just a hungry stare..

So she sighed and kneeled beside him. Breaking a piece of bread. She took the first bite and then held it up for him to do the same.

His darkened blue eyes held hers as he leaned in and did the same. Chewing slowly before swallowing and leaning in for another this time his tongue brushing her fingers lightly.

The scent of her arousal perked up, and yes he sucked that in. Pulling it for strength. It wasn't quite a feeding but like a nibble that had him going stiff as a board.

"Umm.. We should get you cleaned up." His Dove said after they'd finished eating. She climbed into her tent and pulled out a sheet and something else that was small and smelled kinda like she did.

He followed her to the river and stepped in. It was cold compared to the heat he was drinking off of her. Almost too cold. But he ignored it as he took the bar she handed him and watched as he cleaned himself.

It had been so long. But his skin and his hair cleaned with no resistance. Dove must have liked it because she watched him as he cleaned and couldn't take her eyes off of him.

He stretched out a hand to her and in his own language he said "Join me."

And for whatever reason, she did. Pulling her dress above her head and dropping it onto the bank. She stepped in an into his waiting arms as he pulled her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Taking her deeper into the water.

His lips quickly found her and the moment his tongue brushed against hers, his instincts kicked in. His magic grew, saliva thickening as she swallowed it up.

He didn't need to go further...He could have just fed on her just as she was now but the Incubus was starved for so long he wanted ever bit of pleasure he could draw from her.

So he brought them back to the river bank grabbing for the blanket she brought for him and threw it onto the ground before tumbling them down on top of it.

Just as they landed his hips thrusted..pressing his sex into hers and moaning as her warmth fed him. Tightly squeezing as he rolled his hips. His cock going deeper each time he came back out.

He wanted to be gentle...to make her first time enjoyable by working her up, but it had been so long! So, instead of slow and passionate, it was fast and rough..

A moan escaped her as he fed her more of his cock. Her head thrown back against the blanket as her body shook and shifted each time his hips met hers. Her face showed just how much she felt every inch of him. The heat within her however was dimming. Meaning he was taking too much of her energy...But he wanted more....needed more...

His Dove whimpered body tightened as her legs squeezed around his him and her moans turned into shouts that then turned into a scream of pleasure as she came around him. Her body shaking as he pushed a few more time...He could give her something back in return...A gift of his own..one that would tether him to this world. The human world...part of him.

He came. As he did so, his magic reached to something deeper. To her soul and fed her part of his and binded them together so that in every lifetime he would know her. Find her. The bonds that now connected them would always bring her to him.

He left her asleep in her tent with her womb filled with his seed. He was and would forever be grateful for this woman who came and saved his life. Who fed him in many ways than one. The sun that pulled him from the darkness. He left her with promises to return to his Dove

[manawari]

Go Gun-hee and his wife w/ Jin-chul (+S-Rank hunters) headcanons!

The Chairman's wife is the most caring woman in the planet — as the employees in the association boast. The old lady would bring food and ask them how they were doing as she passes by.

Woo Jin-chul is the person she'd want to see the most. She kindly takes a quick peek in his office to check if he's busy, and whether he is or not, she still comes in to have a nice chat with him.

Jin-chul being a coffee addict and the only times he can't drink is when his boss' wife is around because he knows she will give him an earful for consuming too much caffeine like her husband and persuades him to go for something healthier.

Go Gun-hee and his wife having lunch/dinner together one time and Jin-chul accidentally enters the office. Before he can apologize and excuse himself, the old couple invite him over to join them and won't stop until he gives in.

Jin-chul often receives messages from the old lady and as much as he doesn't admit it, his heart warms every time he sees her text. It reminds him how tender a mother's love can be. And for her sake, he does his best to take care of himself.

Go Gun-hee thinks his wife might be too fond of Woo Jin-chul even though they have their own children. His wife glares at him and says that it's never too late for them to care for someone like their own.

It's not only Jin-chul who gets the treatment. S-Ranks too. Baek Yoon-ho being extremely meticulous of himself whenever the chairman's wife is around, but as it turns out, the old woman smiles at him and reminds him to be careful with raiding dungeons always. She also tells him how sweet and kind he is after he greeted her, which never fails to melt Yoon-ho's heart.

Choi Jong-in once gave her a ride home and from there, they get into a nice conversation with each other. She then offers to bring him food in his guild next time, which Jong-in politely refuses until she does, in fact, stop by his office with a bag containing food. Jong-in thinks it's a lot, but she shrugs it off and says Jin-chul never complained about it when she brought him food.

Grandma getting reminded of her daughter because of Hae-in.

Jin-woo sees his mom in Gun-hee's wife and can't help but want to protect her too.

Byung-gyu bonding with the chairman's wife over TV and historical dramas and she gives him one of her favorite books as a gift. The healer treasures it forever.

Tae-gyu does his "best" impression every time he's at the association and the chairman's wife is visiting. However, the old woman just finds him hilarious and gives him a hat as a small present the next time she saw him.

Her knitting another scarf for Eun-seok!!

She and Dong-wook often chat over tea flavors.

Even though he doesn't want his wife to be exposed to the public or known by everyone very much, Go Gun-hee appreciates how his wife brightens everyone's day simply by being there and checking on them.

Her inviting Jin-chul and the S-Ranks over during the holidays.

She knits a bunch of sweaters for her husband, children, Jin-chul, and the S-Ranks during her free time.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 44

Izutsumi acts like a total brat and this chapter actually addresses something I mentioned previously.

Farewell braided hair band. We hardly knew ye.

It's not just Izutsumi. The whole party has a new winter attire now.

Laios is wearing a coat under his armor that stretches down to his knees and he has gloves on. Marcille is wearing a dress with fur trimmings and proper boots now. Senshi has pants and a coat on, but he's still using the makeshift boots from earlier. Chilchuck is wearing a jacket over his normal attire.

Is that a candy-coated mandrake?

This is an accurate depiction of how a cat scratch bleeds.

Marcille is saying what I brought up in chapter 27. People think of monsters as "unclean" and don't want to eat them for fear of catching some horrible disease. I mean that's fair, but properly cooking food takes care of most of it. The only time anyone got sick was when Laios decided to eat a raw parasite.

The biggest instance where you should be hyper wary of a wild animal is when it is behaving very different from normal. If a deer is really docile and casually approaches you, you should stay away from it because it may be in the early stages of rabies.

And I should point out that the water in the dungeon is probably the most likely thing to give you a disease. I don't know if the water is conjured from nothing or recycled, but the various fountains of standing water could be potential disease vectors, especially if they are used by the monsters as well. There's a reason why survival and camping guides emphasize boiling water before drinking it.

Izutsumi looks cute with longer hair.

Tade knows Izutsumi's real name, implying a special level of trust between them.

Another food-related outburst from Izutsumi that lets me glean a bit of her past. She's accusing Laios of hoarding the good food for himself, so she likely had caretakers who did exactly that. Maybe she thinks eating monsters is a sign of desperation. Like, the logic in her head is "Monsters are gross" -> "No one would eat monsters if they didn't have to" -> "Only desperate people would eat monsters" -> "If I eat monsters, that means I'm desperate" -> "I'm not desperate" -> "I won't eat monsters".

The barometz had the worst timing, almost on par with when Senshi tried to explain that kissing doesn't make babies only for Laios to mention that dryads pollinate by kissing.

This reminds me of my favorite bestiary entry in Vampire Survivors, the Lammuga. It's description implies it's a descendant of the barometz. And when the loremaster, James Stephanie Sterling, described what the barometz is, they ended the description by saying they are not making this up and concluded with "Go home, folklore, you're drunk."

Marcille has always been the least physcially capable of the group by a long-shot and she doesn't fail to disappoint.

I think this direwolf got spooked when Chilchuck shot one of them.

Laios is using both his sword and scabbard to fight the direwolves.

I still don't know what the point of a staff is. Marcille has demonstrated she can cast explosions without one. Is it just a better focal point?

I can't find when anyone told Izutsumi about companions compensating for each other, but Izutsumi really misunderstood what that meant. She thinks it means they do what you don't want to do rather than what you cannot do.

Last chapter, she was forced to fight the ice golem solo because Laios got badly injured, Marcille had to heal him, and Senshi was stuck under the snow. Izutsumi seems to think they were making her do things they didn't want to.

Again, going back to what her upbringing seems to be like, it sounds like she's been the bottom of the hierarchy and forced to do anything others don't like. The flashback with Hien gives the implication that they will only allow her to be with them if she does what they tell her to. So with this new group, Izutsumi is trying to be the big tough one that gets to bully and boss everyone around.

Literal example to the whole "If you avoid everything you don't like, you'll end up further from your goal" lesson Marcille gave. Izutsumi knowingly chose the wrong path because it looked easier and is literally getting further from her objective.

That bow on Izutsumi is totally Marcille's handiwork.

Izutsumi taking out the direwolf is extra impressive since all her actions imply she's right-handed. She's also holding that dagger the same way she holds her utensils.

Laios scaring off the direwolves with his dog impression probably had less to do with the wolves being intimidated and more to do with them being weirded out.

It was at this moment, Izutsumi realized that she was not going to enjoy getting her arm fixed.

Like a cat back from the vet.

Kui took the joke a bit too far.

I think Izutsumi is still kind of missing the point here. She remembered how Tade does chores for the others because she wants Maizuru to think she's useful and because she sometimes gets treats. So it's still a bit of "help because you're afraid of being punished or you might get a reward" rather than "help because you want to". Whatever, baby steps.

With these last two Izutsumi-focused chapters, I've gotten a general idea of where she fits in the group dynamic, and she does add something new that shows the party's growth. Earlier, the party was discovering monster cuisine for themselves and learning how to cook, having a conservation mindset, etc. This primarily revolved around Laios being enthusiastic to learn, Marcille having to unlearn her prejudices, Senshi getting to experiment with new discoveries, and Chilchuck reigning in their more extreme antics.

With Izutsumi mixed in now, she gives the others the chance to show what they've learned and how they've grown by being able to pass along their knowledge, approaches, and opinions. Of course, they're still learning and growing as we can see with Marcille once again trying to get around eating a monster.

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7 - Morsel

Word Count: 709

((No card today. By the time I remembered to draw one, I already had an idea. Some small Dawntrail spoilers for the first dungeon. Lavender Helltear belongs to my wonderful girlfriend, @abeat.))

Thanks to at least two setbacks, the trek through Ihuykatumu took longer than Joey anticipated—first by Bakool Ja Ja, then Thancred. And as the party continued their trek through the dungeon, the dark knight suddenly vanished into thin air.

“He shall be back in a moment’s time,” said the party’s astrologian.

A few seconds of silence later, Joey heard his stomach grumble. “We could clear some of the pathway while waiting for him to come back—”

The astrologian said nothing in response. Instead, she perched upon a rock with a ray of sunshine now beaming down on her. Placing her small satchel by her feet, she procured a spot of tea and some coffee biscuits to be nibbled by her lonesome. Her gaze stared everywhere but at the rest of the party—only the path ahead and the stars that guided her instincts. At least, so Joey and his rapidly increasing hunger believed.

‘Not a bad idea, though.’ Joey thought and took a seat himself.

The blond viera rummaged in his bag for something to snack on. He usually carried at least a quarter of a satchel full of consumable goods—purple carrot juice, sykon bavarois, some cinnamon-spiced chai, or even loaves of knight’s bread. At this point, who knew how long the dark knight would take to show himself again? Some lentil curry sounded filling right about now.

Except when Joey rummaged through the bag, all he found were some materia, pieces of random ores, and a variety of stock potions to cure ailments… every ailment except hunger.

‘Of course. I was cleaning out my bags before the call to duty happened.’ Joey thought. ‘Stupid me. Leave it to me to go unprepared. I should’ve just thrown everything back in the bag, but no. Oh well. Nothing else I can do except wait things out.’

He hugged his legs in a fetal position. When was the last time he ate? Or did fighting physically with little to no magic take that much toll on one’s physical well being? How did people like Teremy manage? Obviously with food, which he didn’t have. Joey’s curiosity to try fighting with only his dual swords and a handful of his magic became a fool’s endeavour at this rate. The rest of the body had caught up to his mental state and he started feeling light-headed, as he did when hunger struck. His body trembled slightly as though searching for nutrients it didn’t have. He selfishly thought to ask the astrologian to share some of her blessings, but she seemed off in her own little world, and Joey felt too guilty to ask.

“Here, Sous-Chef. It’s not much but take some of this,” said the voice of Lavender Helltear, the party’s dancer and Joey’s long-time travel companion.

Joey looked up to see the gorgeous viera woman holding out a hard-boiled egg and a slice of a knight’s bread loaf all wrapped underneath with a napkin. “Are you sure, Chef…?” he asked, using his nickname for her.

“Yes, I’m sure. I brought plenty of snacks to eat,” said Lavender. Leave it to the Mom of the group to come prepared like this. She was always like that. “I know you—you’ll be all I don’t want to burden anyone, but you’re really hungry. Besides, you look like you’re getting faint. So eat up.”

Joey chuckled as weakly as he felt. “Sorry, you’ve been hanging around me that long.”

“Well, I notice these things too, you know,” said Lavender. “And the point is, you need to eat. Who knows what other dangers lie out there, and hunger will just make you prey instead of the predator.”

Joey was too hungry to argue. “Thank you, Chef,” he said and gratefully took the food in both hands.

He slowly nibbled through the food. In minutes, Joey felt energy returning to his body. He felt like he could stand up and fight again. He smiled again at Lavender, this time a little more brightly.

“I owe you one.”

Lavender put her hands on her hips. “Nonsense. This is what friends are for, aren’t they?”

Joey nodded slightly. With a wonderful Mom friend like Lavender, he felt lucky to be alive.

[bishop-percival]

@stuckinuniformdevelopment

(prev) Once Theodore finished inspecting his glass he pulled out antibiotic wipes to clean his eye with. “Don’t blame yourself,” he firmly said as if it was a command. “It’s my fault for…” He paused for a moment before averting his gaze and shrugging. “Well, I was scared of what you thought of my actions.” Then he sighed. “…And for being too cowardly for doing anything but stall.” He was tempted to say more. Yet asking, “Did you appreciate it or did I only prolong your misery?” was still far too terrifying. Besides: It was a moot point after he got brought back. Theodore was about to ask if he truly, willingly returned to the Glornch and why the hell he’d do that. But then dawning horror descended upon him when he noticed a discrepancy in Thomas’ words. His eye widened and the uncharacteristic timidness from earlier gradually returned. Yet this time he had more of a warning. He closed his eye for a few seconds, rubbed it in an attempt to correct his expression, then opened it so he could gauge Thomas’ reaction to his next question. At this point he seemed far calmer than before but was still obviously distressed. Especially with how he was fiddling with his bowtie. “Why… wouldn’t I have to worry..?”

Thomas gave a sympathetic frown when Theodore lamented his cowardice, but soon seemed confused. Stall? Stall what? It was then he remembered that, right, he's the Glornch tailor. Who was responsible for making the new mitre for Bishop Percival. The new mitre that he always complained was taking too long, because he wouldn't summon the demon without it. So that was Theodore stalling on purpose...

Thomas' thoughts on that were conflicting. He supposed he appreciated the intention, but having his last days dragged out in that horrid dungeon was kind of agonizing. The silver lining was that he got to spend time with and develop a bond with Cyrus. And at least Cyrus made it bearable by providing good food he could actually eat.

Before Thomas could say anything on it, Theodore’s question made him realize he just suggested he knew of Sam’s murder. After being so careful to word everything up until this, too! Gropdarnit, why was he so stupid!?

Thomas nervously grabbed at the collar of his gown. “W-well, because uh, I haven’t seen him around and, uh, the, y’know, um…”

Yeah, there was no saving himself here. Thomas was awful at lying. Panicked, he vanished from sight so Theodore couldn’t gauge his exact whereabouts. He wanted to flee, but he was worried Theodore would later go after him if he didn’t attempt to reassure him that he would keep his mouth shut. 

Thomas spoke in a distressed yell-whisper and tried to keep the topic vague. “I’M SORRY! Listen, I-I was at the wrong place at the wrongest time and I may have… S-saw it… and… Please don’t salt me! I-I won’t tell a single soul, I have no desire or reason to!!”

[figbian]

Tell Me of the dunmeshi wip 👀 that title bangs. also tell me about frat au and how much of it is based on The Frat.

dungeon meshi wip CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS so putting it under a readmore. everyone else has to suffer thru frat au info.

frat au is only Sort Of based on The Frat (dear readers, this fanfiction author joined a fraternity and is a brother of [loud car horn]). due to the like ways fe3h works narratively, it felt a lot more true to a Good AU to be honest to an all-male fraternity, so it draws on The Frat's past (as we didnt haze, but hazing definitely used to occur) as well as info from other fraternities or fraternity-like structures (and a handful of How Do College-Age Boys Behave anecdotes coming directly from my real life college-age brother who is Not a frat boy).

sylvain, dimitri, and others are in a frat. their fathers (plus rodrigue lol) were in this frat. etc. not exactly explored but crucial to the narrative: how traditional fraternities uphold like lineage and legacies in college settings and why that creates bad gatekeeping etc etc etc. basically the ways fraternities suck on an individual level (hazing, unhealthy relationship to substances, pressure to conform to a certain set of standards, etc) AND the ways they operate on a structural level in a shitty way.

the plot however is: sylvain returns from some time off at university. in his time off, he's effectively ghosted his friends and no one knows what happened/why he vanished. felix is recovering from an injury that delayed his journey to become a professional tennis star (<- lol). they've known each other for so long, they both have dead brothers, but also how much do they really know about each other?

posting this snippet SPECIFICALLY for brothers of [siren wail]. i think youll all recognize the inspo for 'the green room.'

“maybe we should shift to explosions,” raphael said as he came back into the room, looking over at the car crumpling into a tree playing on the television. “for the vibe.” “the vibe,” agreed sylvain, privately wondering if there was that much of a difference between crashes and explosions. he figured that any kind of disaster suited the green room. the windowless room in the phi ep basement––named for the carpeting, which had, once, allegedly, been green (sylvain’s efforts to deep clean last spring had failed to prove anything except that one should always wear shoes in the green room)––was less of a vibe and more…well. the couches were all leather––easier to clean if someone puked on them; the ceiling had suspicious stains; the walls were covered in bad murals painted over several years of pledging––and sylvain would know they were bad, being an art history major; the tv sat on a pile of wooden crates. at least the sound system wasn’t terrible. when sylvain wanted to impress girls, he never brought them to the green room. he sat back on the couch and spread his legs. “yeah, fuck it,” he heard himself say. “explosions.”

dungeon meshi fic is suuuper rough rn. its Probably a 5+1 of 5 times marcille's friends died and 1 time they didnt (hahaha) but what i have written so far is all about chilchuck going senile and dying. the fic is very obviously tackling like "what happens when the people you love and remember as young and full of life grow old, and how is preparing for someone's death as painful as their death itself" BUT ALSO is about "what if the dragon part of falin makes her age at the same rate as marcille...and how is that, in some ways, worse than if she just lived as a human did?" bcs As You Know im always interested in the question "when is it true that living beyond when the narrative expects you to is worse than dying?" that part just doesnt have a lot written.

there is NOT a lot written that i posted for wip wednesday but here:

chilchuck has lost most of his teeth, so he has to eat porridge and other soft foods. “at least it’s not monsters,” he says to marcille every morning, which was funny the first few times and now is depressing. “yeah,” says marcille, pouring some sugar into his tea. it’s unclear to marcille––who, despite having half a century to prepare for this, feels unprepared––exactly when chilchuck seems to think it is. he keeps asking about his wife, his shop, his daughters, whether or not they could resurrect falin.  “have i reached out to her?” he asks. his wife, he means. mostly he seems to think they’ve just defeated the winged lion. marcille has not gained much patience in last fifty eight years; having to admit to mistakes she made fifty eight years ago every day for the last couple of years has been––hard. it’s been hard. “no,” she says, gritting her teeth. chilchuck’s ex-wife died fourteen years ago. marcille learned many mornings ago it’s best to convince chilchuck to write her a letter that cannot be sent rather than make him relive his grief every day.

[loshik-orig]

To love forever

A dark room. Wet bedding in the corner. Rusty grilles.

How did it all start? You didn't remember. As soon as you woke up, they grabbed you and threw you into this dungeon. And only rarely did one man come to you. And he always asked the same question, "Do you remember me?"

The answer was always no. And after that, he would leave. Food was brought to you when you were sleeping, they didn't let you see anyone else.

The sound of drops. The squeak of a mouse. The smell of mold.

—Levi. What does this name mean to you?

It's him again. But the question is different. You were looking at him. Only with his arrival did the lights turn on. His black hair and gray eyes. It's like you've seen them before. But you don't remember where.

—no. He doesn't say anything. Will you leave again? Then hurry up.

It's been a lot longer than usual. He just stands there and looks at you. Until he waved his hand, took out the keys and opened your cage.

—Then we'll have to talk more.

Scary. You step back until your back hits the wall. And he comes closer, putting the blade to your throat and making a small incision.

You start screaming in pain and fall to your knees in front of him in tears, clutching at the cut.

—There is no pair… Still, our fears were not true. I'm sorry.

You don't understand what he's talking about. What kind of steam? What are the concerns?

He did not answer, only handing you a handkerchief so that you put it over the wound and led him by the edge of his shirt to the exit.

It was scary to leave such a familiar place. You've already gotten used to the darkness. So the street light blinded you, forcing you to close your eyes.

Then everything flew by in a couple of moments. You were taken to a house, washed and dressed, and then fed. But that man didn't show up anymore.

It was only three days later that he returned, walking into your room. A room that has belonged to you for more than you can remember.

—You lived here. With me. Before the Titans' attack happened. You've been turned into one of them. But Hanji decided to use some of her chemicals on you. You became human again, but there was a chance that you could turn again. And you didn't remember anything.

You were looking at him. And he's off to the side. The man leaned his shoulder against the door frame while you slowly got out of bed, walking towards him.

He didn't move, he waited. As if he didn't want to scare me off. And then he looked into your eyes when you were standing a couple of steps away from him. He held out his left hand to you with a ring on his ring finger. Then I took out a second, the same ring, but smaller, from my pocket and put it in your palm.

—Were we married?

—There were. You don't remember. You can live here, I won't touch you. I'll help you find a job, and then do whatever you want.

—Do you think I'm going to hate you for being imprisoned?

You put your hand up to his face. A familiar movement. Lightly stroke her cheek, and then pull her into a kiss.

But he moved away from you a little, not letting you do it.

—I'm sorry. I didn't think. I… if we were together, maybe you can help me remember the past. Remember you?

—I don't think I can help that much. Only if you want to.

A year ago. Exactly a year ago, his love died. He killed her himself. But you looked so much like her. He initially looked for her replacement in you. Now he's found a way to erase your memory. To make up false memories of yourself. To give myself the opportunity to see my beloved's face again every day. It was good that she had a twin sister.

[abloomingsunflower]

[TW: Toxic forced relationship, implied murder, implied kidnapping, mentions of suicide.]

About time I introduced some Sunflower AU characters of mine for those who don't know them, part one

As it's written above, this is Iris. Iris is secretly some kind of a superhero/guardian in the city (along with three others), she uses her abilities as a phoenix to help people in need.

Passivemare took an interest in this lady, since she resembled Vera (her ancestor from Dreamtale many years ago). You'll see Passive's history with Vera right below.

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This is Vera:

Vera, as I mentioned above, is Iris' ancestor from over 600 years ago. Vera lived in Lanny's magic empire, she was always quite the curious one. She wished to see the other empires, and one day visited the Feelings Empire.

After a long time of flying, Vera landed in the palace's garden, where the tree of feelings resided. She just wanted to rest a little, but soon she was seen by Passive and he called for the guards, thinking she was an intruder. Vera got scared and immediately flied away to escape. But Passive couldn't forget about the beautiful lady he saw. He wanted her to be his.

Passive told Nim about Vera, and Nim immediately ordered the guards to find her and bring her to the palace. After a few days, the guards had managed to capture Vera, and she was brought to the palace. Vera explained to the tyrants this was all a misunderstanding, and apologized. But Nim ordered for her to be thrown into the dungeons..

Passive offered Vera to be his slave in exchange of not being thrown into the dungeons, but Vera refused and Passive slapped her in the face. Vera spend weeks in the dungeons. Nim had ordered to let her starve to death down there, but Alphonse and Frieda would go to Vera time to time and bring her food and clothes, and these three formed a good friendship.

Passive would go down and still insist on convincing Vera to be his slave. He was mesmerized by this phoenix's beauty and he wanted to have her all to himself, but no matter his efforts, Vera kept refusing his offers and kept rejecting him. She was disgusted of Passive.

Soon Lanny came in search for Vera, and Nim let Vera go and hesitantly apologized for treating her that way. And things went well, until the wars begun. Vera fought for the Magic Kingdom with all her strength and survived the wars along with the remaining phoenixes from her tribe. She never saw Alphonse again, and was deeply upset about Frieda's death.

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Back to Iris:

-Her hero name is Indigo, her phoenix form resembles Vera a lot

-She used to have a small crush on Dream/Yume, the two know eachother.

-Iris had two little sisters and one adopted kid, Passive ended up killing them to make Iris accept him. Iris was forced into a romantic relationship with him.

-Her and Ink have a sibling relationship

-Alphonse found out about Iris being Indigo and once kidnapped the poor woman, and for what?

"Look, don't panic. I just need you to be my friend."

"AND YOU HAD TO KIDNAP ME JUST TO ASK ME THAT?!"

-Iris listens to Hamilton and Heathers

-Sometimes she cries when she remembers her dead daughter and sisters, and wants to be left alone when she cries. For this reason she got a fake butterfly to scare Passivemare away because she doesn't want him to see her cry- (Yes when I asked Rose what Passive was scared of, she said he was scared of butterflies-)

-There are just a few other superheroes/guardians like Iris, and she is their leader! :DD

-She and the group she leads are called T.M.P or The Multiverse Protectors, because they come to aid other AU's that are in trouble and are a huge help for Ink.

-She comes home late sometimes, her job as a lawyer and the responsibilities as a guardian take a lot of her time and energy.

-Iris tends to be paranoid and anxious sometimes, and the reason she's still with Passive is because she slowly grew attached to this idiot. Basically, Stockholm Syndrome. Iris has none else anymore, only her abuser. But that doesn't mean she will let him take advantage of her 24/7. She's a strong and smart woman, and she does want to get free of Passive.

-Iris believes there's good in everyone, so she puts up with Passive's bullshit and usually tries to talk to him and get his rotten heart to change.

-Passive made her drift away from her teammates and other people in her life. When Dream notices her odd behavior and asks what's wrong, Iris only comes up with excuses and avoids him.

-Passive stalks Iris 24/7 and she can feel his presence, but can't do anything about it.

-When Passive killed her sisters and her adopted daughter, Iris fell into a spiral of despair and depression. Poor woman was miserable. She tried to suicide once to join them, but Passive didn't let her. And she's grateful he did, because she doesn't want to lose against him after all he has done to her.

-Iris finds enjoyment in scaring Passive with the fake butterfly, it's her little revenge.

-Iris knows Swap, she stopped by his AU to help once, and healed his legs with her healing tears.

-Only Alphonse, Passive and T.M.P know Iris' identity as Indigo.

Iris in her guardian form (a.k.a Indigo):

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E.L.A Passive, Nim, Lanny, Alphonse and Ink (implied) belongs to @anotherrosesthatfell

E.L.A Iris and Vera belong to me.

[jigglypuff1994]

The Treaty of Miraculous Nature - Ch 31 Execution

The day after the rebellions struck, Gabriel sat in his prison cell, rotting in the dungeons beneath the castle. Wrought-iron chains clasped around his wrists, neck and ankles, making it so he could only move a meter. There were no windows to peer out.

The rats kept him company, feasting on the meals he refused to touch. Even when Gabriel had the world at his feet, with fresh cuisine prepared by the castle's chef, he ate very little. Now? He could barely consume a bite of the putrid food without so much as heaving it back up. He was sure the pigs received better slop than whatever 'food' he was given. 

His back was against the wall both physically and metaphorically. He could feel the rigids of the stonework jutting out and piercing into his boney back, but he paid no mind. His only thoughts were of Emilie and his son.

Gabriel was grateful to have sent Adrien away before the traitors struck. He wondered where Adrien was and if he was safe. He hoped Adrien stayed away from Paris. He hoped he would never return home again. He couldn't bear to see him suffer. 

Gabriel had no communication with the other prisoners. He was kept away from anyone else; alone to ponder his thoughts and live out his remaining days. He was uncertain of how many days he had left. What fate is awaiting him? He hoped for a swift death for he and Emilie if the rebels secured all of France for themselves. He could stand tall knowing in his heart that he had done all he could for his family. He was blinded by his good faith in others. And for this, this inability to save his kingdom, he understood why he was locked away in this musty prison cell. This punishment is just.   

He was a fool. 

The guards holding him in his cell did not speak to him; they laughed at his expense, would kick over his plate of food or gave him a small punch in 'honor of Vent Rouge'. Vent Rouge...that's what Tomoe had called herself. Tomoe may not have the ability of see with her eyes, but Gabriel had been blind to not foresee this quiet storm erupting. 

There are few cruelties, but none so large as what the Tsurugis had done. Where did he go wrong? Were he and Emilie unaware of the dangers coming? Gabriel berated himself. His ancestors had been right, they should never have brought the Tsurugi's back into the fold. Once a backstabber, always a backstabber. It's in their blood. It cannot be helped no matter how many generations have passed. 

Gabriel heard footsteps and a cane walking toward his cell. Out of the shadows and into the dimly lit area, Queen Tomoe slowly glided toward him. A patient, disciplined woman was she. She might have been a charlatan in another lifetime. She certainly deceived Gabriel.

Standing in front of his cell, Queen Tomoe asked the guard to unlock his cell door. The guard unlocked his prison door; the metal slowly creaking open with a loud grinding sound. As the cells were not used often, the doors reflected a negligence in their tune.

WIth mirth lacing Tomoe's tongue, she spoke freely, "Oh, how the mighty have fallen." A small quirk of her lips; satisfaction in its finest form.  

He didn't want to give her the gratification. Instead, he smoothed his tone. "Forgive me, Tomoe, for not leaping for joy in your presence. I didn't expect you to grace me in my lowly cell." Gabriel mocked.

Tomoe clicked her tongue, holding her cane gracefully. Evenly, she said, "Yes, I'm full of surprises."

Gabriel gave a loud hum. His head hit the wall; he dared not look at her; the woman who took over his kingdom; tearing apart everything his family had built right under his nose. He could not grant the woman, who held contempt for a reason he would never understand, attention.

"Hmm. Perhaps I was not the only thing you misjudged." She provoked. 

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