#i hope they get after journey to do the opening theme this time around too

[ivesambrose]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 🥂

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𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 1

Your central theme is rising from the ashes. You're in the process of the most intense metamorphosis yet. A new dawn, a new day, a new life.

You'll feel empowered, passionate and obsessive about your pursuits. You'll allow the old skin to be ripped off of you and you'll no longer be scared to be you.

This year brings you connections, admires, collaborations, unions both in personal and proffesional life.

There's a certain duality in you that you haven't explored yet, but you will in the coming months.

You'll have good health for the most part compared to the previous year. Your family will be taken care of. The hope and assurance you may have lacked from them will come through. It will feel warm and refreshing. (Goes for chosen family too)

Romantically, you may be focused on your career or just living your life a lot. But someone might want to build a legacy or long term relationship with you.

If you're already coupled, the focus goes to building what you have and looking after domestic affairs and see things bloom.

Proffesionally, you will have your most successful and blessed year. Money shouldn't be a problem and even if it seems like it, your needs will always be met and you'll still have more.

Some of you might enjoy ghe fruits of your labour extensively. This goes for the ones who work solo or run their own business etc

Academically, you might feel a bit disinterested. Might move out from your home or change subjects. Take up something completely new. Might face your fears and push through but make it a point to follow your inner calling for the most part.

Themes centered around relationships and partnerships are significant this year as well opportunities coming out of the blue that call you to heed your intuition and step out of your comfort zone or limiting mindsets, that will inevitably lead to travel, progress and new experiences.

Make the best of this year, it'll feel like you're finally on the journey you've been preparing yourself for all this time.

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 2

Your central theme is using your emotions as your guiding force, using it as fuel and not seeing it as weakness. Quieting your mind so you can listen to your instincts more. Healing from things you don't speak of, that you've felt have persistently held you back from your potential and finally taking the lead. You'll feel like the main character in your life finally, instead of seeing everything through the lens of a side character no one remembers.

You'll feel motivated to follow what makes your heart happy. You may be faced with choices a lot this year, a lot of this or that in several aspects of your life. Trust yourself to make the right decisions.

You'll be learning about your mind and body this year, so incase you go through ups and downs in your health you'll be able to manage it but also guide others too.

Romantically, you might as well get your happy ending. I see that you're mostly focused on the complete picture. Not bothered with what is going on in between too much. So you'll get what you're manifesting eitherway.

Proffesionally, a rebirth or evolution will take place. Something new that will grow overtime. You'll be driven about it. So success will be imminent.

Success in academics as well, feeling proud of your achievements.

Themes around revolution, personal development, healing generational trauma, humanitarism, technology as well being open to the unknown will also be prevalent this year.

Learn to make amends and embrace the breakthroughs this year has to offer you.

𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 3

Your central theme is related to wealth, inheritance, change of lifestyle, receiving help, building a legacy and feeling more secure. Some of you will see a success or change they did not see coming, it was hidden for the longest time.

Some of you may even be leaving poverty behind for a more financially secure life.

You'll find yourself blooming, physically especially. A glow up in your looks and quality of being is going to be imminent. Focus on health, beauty, food, routine etc as well. A lot of you will be experiencing vivid dreams, strange synchronicities etc too will be learning about esoteric subjects, occult or the subconscious mind a lot. You'll also be receiving success and recognition or you might be building your steps towards it that will eventually pay off in the long run.

You'll feel like this old self or image of you has died. You may even mourn it for some time but will feel more powerful, confident and self assured once you're past that.

Romantically, you'll be feeling desirable and might attract a lot of suitors. Your self concept will improve exponentially, so will your standards. So nothing less than what you want. Your intuition will be at all time high. Fear no one and nothing. Some of you might also be moving to a new house too or might end up owning something in your name.

Proffesionally, although you might deal with competition you won't be too worried. You know your skills, you'll have your resources, your work will speak for it self and you will stand out.

Friendship, community, discoveries and gains are also some of the themes surrounding you this year.

Let your imagination create for you. You'll soon realize there's so much power in allowing yourself to receive what you desire by simply being instead of doing too much.

[terras-domain]

what do you think the sexiest thing StayC Isa would do? (Besides showing off her thicc thighs)

terra's note: Hey anon, took me a while to write this, cuz I have to think of a wild theme but I couldn't make it short enough like I usually do. So uuuh yeah, hope you accept this little short "smut" of her getting railed hehe. Anyways love you all, whoever it is reading this and hope you have a nice day <33 (trigger warning: voyeurism, cum in pussy, stranger sex)

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Isa one time going out to a water park with the girls, and after a tiring day of going rides and splashing water she rests on a giant floaty, laying down on her stomach while she relaxes on a lazy river. While she lets the stream bring her across the lap of the chill pool, she feels a hand groping on her soft covered ass, causing her to jolt up and look around the area, seeing there's actually a guy that was groping her.

For some reason the guy had zero idea who he did that too, in his mind that was just some random hot chick you would find at a water park. The fact she's alone makes it the more reasons for Isa to be a prey for his lust. Isa, seeing the guy not even flinch after making direct eye contact, tilted her head in confusion and questioned, "do you not know who I am?". The pervert only gave a short reply, "no idea, but your body sure does sing for me." Isa could only shake her head in disbelief. Is Stayc really that underrated? After a little thought, she's pretty stressed from schedule and when else will she ever be treated like a normal woman? She looked at the guy that groped him and left her floaty somewhere she can pick up later. The guy was ecstatic to see Isa still there with him even after practically molesting her.

The lazy river was deep enough to submerge Isa's lower body, so when the guy kept touching and squeezing her round ass, it wasn't visible. It was a slow day sure but there's still people around to see the guy groping her ass. They ended up near a section where they spray mists of water which covers the vision of most people around. The man stopped her, letting the journey around the lazy river to a short pause. "Let's have a little fun baby~" he lowered his shorts, letting his cock out and lead her hand to hold it.

Isa was shocked to feel her soft hands holding such a huge member, out in the open, only hidden underneath the pool of water mixed with chlorine. She had no other choice but to take a step forward to close the gap between them, making sure nobody sees them. "Fuck this is so wrong..." Isa muttered, her voice breathy from anxiety, scared of getting caught. "Don't worry sweetie. Nobody can see us~" the soft yet deep voice from the man reassured Isa to be more calm. She kept her hand moving back and forth on his cock, working it up to make him hard, almost leaking a bit of precum from his cock.

"Oh gosh baby you're a pro at this aren't you?" As the guy endured Isa's soft hands jerking her off, he reached down to her thighs, groping her. It's either the mist is too thick today or the people that went past them were blinded by the two having literal sex at the corner of a lazy river. The fact they haven't been caught yet boost the ego of the man, wanting to take more risks. He turned her around and slowly slide his cock in between her thick milky thighs. Isa yelped, but immediately covers her mouth with her hand, suppressing her moans while the pervy guy keeps doing his business. She can see multiple people crossing paths with them as he fucks her smooth thighs, but for some reason nobody was noticing anything weird about them. The man in heat continues his pursuit between Isa's thick thighs, humping his cock back and forth as he grunted, trying to hold back his load.

"Fuck baby, I wanna cum." He grunted, whispering in her ears so that it won't be heard by anyone else. "What? But then they'll see your cum though" Isa argued, worried as she raised an eyebrow whilst looking at him. It was too late, he couldn't wait any longer. He had to improvise somehow. Last resort, he slide Isa's underwear to the side, and slide in his cock deep inside as he shot his load deep in her tight cunt, leaving Isa to bite her lips, fighting the urge to scream out her moans as her pussy gets filled up. "Fuckkk....." Isa looked back at him, seeing his panting, joyous face from cumming to such a baddie. As much as Isa wanted to punch him in the face and tear his horny dick off, she had fun, so she lets him off. "That was fun~" the man smirked, huffing and puffing to regain his breath. "What's your name cutie?" He asked, trying to hook up for another round sometime else. "oh sorry~ I can't give you my number. I uuuh can't really do that" Isa replied, her forehead sweating as she tries to find herself a way to get out of the river to get back her floaty. "aww why's that babygirl? I promise it'll be worth your time the next time we meet." He countered, pushing his luck to get the girl who satisfied his lustful needs. He wants her again, more and more of that juicy body. "Sorry dude, it's pretty complicated. Search up Stayc, maybe you'll find some answers." She smiled, in a show off manner as she climbed the steps to get out of the pool of chlorine, her thighs jiggle at every step which made the public eye fixated on her for that moment, especially the one that managed to cum in her tight pussy. She walked away, hiding the cum deep in her pussy hoping nobody sees it. "This is one hell of a story to tell Sieun unnie" she sighed, walking away quickly as her steps fades away from the scene.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Could you do something more with Sombra? I was reading through everything, and I love your writing style. I was wondering how the aftermath of the first date would go if you did go back with her afterward. (Fem reader preferred but either works <33)

Sombra x fem!reader

Summary: Despite your initial plans, you invite the infamous hacker Sombra into your home after your date, where she shows you what she’s been planning to do all along.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader, soft dom/top Sombra, themes of obsession/stalking (she’s a villain ya’ll), cunnilingus, fingering, use of vibrator

Notes: Thank you for the sweet words angel, hope you enjoy! I love writing Sombra sm, she's my evil gf. First date headcannons anon is referencing can be found here.

Clutching on to your date’s waist, your hair flows behind you as she speeds through the dark streets on her motorcycle, her leather jacket comforting to cling on to for dear life.

Weaving down the streets, your breath remains heavy; not just down to the exhilarating journey home. The date had been nothing short of perfect, Sombra being so kind and interested in you the whole time. A part of you hoped she’d tell you her first name, her real name, but perhaps you’ll find out in due time. Still, the date was great regardless, the bar had even played a few of your favourite songs!

As she pulls in to your driveway, she looks back at you with a cocky smirk as you thank her profusely for the ride home. Helping you off the back of the motorcycle, she even leads you to the door.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure amor.” Sombra says, and you can’t deny the rush that floods your body whenever she calls you something in her native language.

“I’ve had a lovely time.” You gush as you open the door, looking back at the woman. While you know this is the natural place to end the date, you don’t miss the flicker of sadness on her face when she realises this is it. Swallowing, you suggest, “you can come in, if you’d like?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” She says a little quickly, before stepping inside.

All part of the plan, Sombra thinks. She’s glad you caught the little facial change, even if it did make her feel a tad guilty at the manipulation. Coming inside was always part of her plan, there’s just so much more she needs to learn about you, and not just from the fanfictions she’d found when she hacked your laptop.

You watch as she glances around at the decor as you both make your way to the living room area. Fiddling with your fingers, you suddenly feel a bit nervous at the prospect of her in your house, but she sits on the sofa like she owns the place. Your eyes can’t help but dart to her appearance, the dark purple of her leather jacket matching the hues of her hair, as well as her jeans which fall just below her hipbone. The white shirt she’s wearing ensures her stomach and waist are revealed, and you can even see the black bra she’d deliberately chosen to wear underneath it. Realising you’re staring, you quickly glance back at her face.

“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat?”

“Just some soda would be good.”

You nod as you turn to grab some drinks, missing the way her eyes drop down to look at your ass as you move. While she waits, she glances around the room with a small smile. Cute, just like you. It suits you, she thinks. Taking her shoes off, she places them at the side of your sofa politely. Thanks to her enhancements, she can feel the subtle hum of your electronics; your tv, the phone in your pocket, the laptop you’ve got upstairs. No security cameras though, which she expected since she couldn’t find anywhere when she loaded up your address before the date. No matter; she could always suggest you get them later down the line, maybe she can watch on one of her monitors while you-

“Here you are.” You say with a smile, handing her the soda.

She snaps out of her thoughts as she takes it from you, your hands brushing. “Thank you conejita.”

Sitting next to her, you’re struck by how nervous you are again. Perhaps it’s the lack of background sounds from the bar, the music and the patrons creating a soft blanket of white noise. Here, with the quiet of your house, you’re hyper aware of your own breaths coming a little deeper than usual. What makes matters worse is Sombra shuffling closer to you to close the gap between your thighs, placing her drink off the coffee table.

“I just want you to know, I don’t expect anything to happen.” She says smoothly, her eyes locked on to yours.

“Oh…y-yeah I-“ you nod a little, but she interrupts you.

“I can see how nervous you are muñeca, you don’t have to be.” She punctuates her words by gently placing her hand on your thigh under the guise of reassurance, but the way her thumb strokes dangerously close to your inner thigh has you almost squirming.

“Thank you…” you breathe softly, as she starts to trace her hand up and down, which causes you to unconsciously part your thighs.

“Oh…what’s this?” She says with a smirk, it really is all going to plan. She can read you like a book, her hand still caressing your thigh over your jeans as she teases you. Upon not receiving an answer, she goes in for the kill.

“Unless you want something to happen, is that right amor?” her tone is lower now, almost like a whisper.

You can barely breathe, her proximity to you coupled with her hand inching up your thigh has you nodding softly. At your confirmation, she smirks and leans in closer.

“Don’t be scared, we can take it slow…focus on you…” she murmurs, like honey tempting you into her sickly sweetness.

So you lean into her, as she kisses you softly. Almost chaste. Tasting the cherry of her lip gloss, she moves her mouth against yours slowly and smoothly, her hand cupping your cheek. You lean in to the soft brush of her thumb against your cheekbone, your hand gently holding her waist.

She smiles against your lips, her other hand still moving along your thigh gently, feeling the denim under her touch. It’s taking all her willpower not to just pounce on you, but she knows she wants to take it slow. She’s gonna treat you right, better than those lousy partners who you deleted pictures of from your socials.

Pressing her tongue gently against your bottom lip, she licks softly before you let her in, her tongue gently exploring your mouth as she pulls you closer to her. Nails gently dragging along your scalp, you gasps softly as she keeps you where she wants you, kissing you like she needs it to survive.

“Oh you’re so pretty.” She whispers against your lips, her hand going underneath your shirt to caress your waist. “Gonna treat you so well, you want that?”

You nod, but she doesn’t seem to be satisfied. “No no, tell me pretty girl. You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes…yes I want you to take care of me.” You mutter softly, before she hums and starts to slowly remove your shirt.

Gasping, you lean into her more as she moves to grope your chest, her smile widening at your reactions to her stimuli. She leans in to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder, just as her fingers slip around your back to unclasp your bra. Letting it fall, she kisses downwards, lavishing your skin with her tongue, the cold hair hitting where she leaves her mark behind. You hold her shoulder as she pushes you back a little, gaining easy access to lick your nipple, causing you to let out a soft moan.

It’s like something in her snaps as she attaches her mouth to you, sucking and gently scraping your nipple with her teeth. Her other hand gropes your other breast, coordinating when to bite and pinch softly to cause your back to arch. Nails scratch at her shoulder, as she kisses down to the hem of your jeans.

She sits up, causing you to sit up a little too before she speaks. “Where’s your bedroom conejita?”

Flushing, you lead her to it, not being able to see her satisfied smile as you take her willingly to your bedroom. “How about you lay down, let’s see how many of those noises I can get you to make.”

And she certainly makes good on her promise, she has your jeans off quickly as she lays between your legs, pressing sloppy kisses to the panties you’d worn underneath.

“Mm look at these, you were hoping this would happen tonight, weren’t you? Cute.”

At her teasing words, you can’t help but nod a little pathetically, thighs tensing as her tongue can taste your wetness through the fabric. You’re struck with the need to see more of her, so you reach down and tug at her jacket, causing her to giggle. She shrugs it off, letting you see her arms and the way her shoulders flex when she roughly pulls your underwear with surprising strength. At the rip you hear, you go to speak before she places a tender kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry amor, I can get you more.”

She blows cold air on your pussy to watch you writhe, smirking at the feast laid out before her before flattening her tongue and licking a broad stripe. Immediately your breath stutters, hips rising off the bed a little until your new lover pushes them back down.

“So sensitive, are you like this all the time? Or just with me?” She asks, before starting to lap at you in a gentle rhythm.

Pondering that thought, you realise it is just her. Sure you’ve been eaten out by your partners previously, but she’s barely even started and you already feel like your body is shaking.

“Just you…” you whisper, to which she smirks and flicks at your clit as a reward. Moaning softly, you can’t move anymore thanks to her grip so all you can do is lay there and feel her.

She gently sucks on your sensitive nub, distracting you a little before she pushes a finger inside of you. Immediately you whimper at the unexpected sensation, as she continues to lap at your clit eagerly.

“So warm and tight for me in here, oh just you wait muñeca until I can fuck you…the noises you’d make.” She mumbles against your cunt, fucking her finger in and out of you before adding another. You barely have time to process the implications of her words, like she knows you’re gonna end up being hers at the end of the night.

She practically makes out with your clit, two fingers crooking inside of you to ensure the pressure on your g spot is almost blinding. You reach down to hold on to her purple hair, feeling the slight coolness of the metal implant on her left side. The contrast has your mind going fuzzy, the pleasure between your legs blocking out your rational thinking.

You know Sombra is dangerous, a hacker with dubious motives. But like this, knuckle deep in your pussy with her tongue dragging along your clit, you can hardly say it matters much to you at this moment. From the second you lay eyes on her, you were drawn like a moth to a flame. Little did you know she felt the same, but sooner than you thought. Little did you know how she’d planned your ‘meeting’, knowing she had to have you; carefully syncing up your schedules so you’d appear to have a meet cute, her going invisible to knock whatever you had in your hands over, only to reappear behind you and quickly pick everything up for you.

Now she’s truly in heaven, the kitten who’s got the cream, licking your delicious pussy like she knew she needed to back then. Her fingers keep thrusting in and out of you relentlessly, focusing on that sweet spot inside that makes your moans disappear into a breathy whine. It’s addictive for her, the same rush as hacking into an encryption most people say is impenetrable or finding the juiciest blackmail to use on a high ranking official. Her pupils are blown wide and her mind is alert and racing, shaking her head a little to ensure her tongue reaches all areas that she needs it to.

The enthusiastic way she’s eating you out has your thighs shaking and muscles tight as you get closer to the edge. Your grip on her hair gets tighter as you stutter out a warning, and then you’re letting go. The orgasm washes over you in waves, as you fall back into your own cushions, clit throbbing as Sombra leaves a last kiss on the sensitive area.

“Wow…you tasted so sweet for me.” Sombra remarks, her smirk glistening with your juices as she kisses your hipbone.

You watch as she climbs up your body, kissing your cheek. “But I know you have another one for me…tell me. A pretty, lonely girl like you must have some toys here somewhere.”

It doesn’t really dawn on you what she said, as you tell her your vibrator is in the bottom drawer next to your bed. But the truth is, the hacker knew you had one. She’d seen the online purchase you made about three weeks ago.

She springs up to grab it, a pretty sizeable vibrator that in all honesty kinda intimidated you when it first came. Still, she doesn’t seem deterred as she tells you to sit up before kissing you deeply yet again. Tasting yourself on your tongue, your pussy throbs a little despite your recent orgasm.

“Now…just get into the position I tell you to, okay cariño?” She says, leaving no room for argument, not that you’d dream of disobeying her at this point. You watch as she strips for you, slowly to really let your eyes feast on her body as she pulls her top off. She shimmies out of her jeans before turning to show her bra clasp.

“Wanna do the honors?” She teases before you nod eagerly, taking off her bra for her. Your hands go down to her underwear, as she giggles and helps you take them off before she manoeuvres you both into position. While she does, your eyes are drawn to the silver nipple bars she has, your pussy getting somehow wetter at the sight.

Facing eachother, you both are nearly straddling the vibrator, the position close and allowing you to gently run your hands on her shoulders. With a grin, she flicks the toy on. Gasping, you tighten your grip on her waist as she breathes shakily. The feeling of the vibrations on your cunt was heavenly, made even better by the closeness of your partner. Your legs wrapped around her waist tightens at the sensation, as you both moan and grind against the toy.

The angle is a little awkward, but the sensation of being smushed against your crush was making your head spin. Gripping your chin, she pulls you in for a filthy kiss, tongues dancing with each-other until when you pull away, saliva connects you both like the strings of fate. Strings that Sombra had manipulated; a puppet master ensuring she ensnares the prettiest doll all for herself.

“So good baby….oh so good for me.” She moans out, controlling your pace for you with a firm grip on your body. Purple nails slightly dig into your skin, leaving crescent marks. The vibrations pulse and dance, leaving your poor pussy overwhelmed with sensation.

“Sombra…m’gonna cum again.” You manage to slur out, the pleasure becoming too much for you after she’d eaten you out previously.

“Olivia…” she says without thinking, blinking a few times before continuing. “Call me Olivia…”

You gasp, her admission of her real name causing your hips to buck involuntarily. “Olivia…please.”

A pretty moan escapes her lips, the sound of her name, her real name, coming from someone. She can’t remember the last time since another person had looked her in the eye and called her Olivia. It almost reminds her of a more simple era. One without global conspiracies and criminal organisations and the power of technology being surgically implanted into her flesh. No. Just Olivia…your Olivia.

She just about registers your orgasm, tears forming in your eyes at how intense the feeling is, gripping nails nearly piercing her skin. As you come down from your high, your eyes find her gaze. Realising how much it means to her, for you to call her by her real name, with shaky limbs you move yourself and lightly push her down.

She lets you, tilting her head in curiosity before you take the vibrator and press it firmly against her cunt. Immediately her back arches as the soft whimper escapes her, grasping at the sheets beneath her.

“Fuck…tan bueno para mí.” She says breathlessly, rolling her hips against the vibrator. Your eyes dart to greedily drink in every single movement and curve of her body.

“You look so pretty Olivia.” You coo softly, wanting to make her feel as amazing as she did for you as you use your other hand to gently trace up her waist to grope at her breasts.

A delicious whimper escapes the hacker’s throat, still not used to the sound of her name like that. To tell the truth, Olivia hadn’t planned on telling you that piece of information tonight. To expose herself like that is a vulnerability she isn’t used to feeling, not while she’s at the top of her game as the best hacker in the world. But now, hearing it with your vibrator pressed against her clit was causing every flutter of doubt to dissipate.

Circling the toy, you aim to bring her to the peak as you gently stimulate her nipple, feeling the piercing that had been driving you crazy since you saw it. With every noise that escapes her lips, it emboldens you to keep going, to watch her fall apart under you. You realise she didn’t flick it to the highest setting earlier, so with a smile you do just that.

The effect is instantaneous, Olivia moaning loudly as her legs shake, “baby…oh eres tan bueno, te necesito tanto.”

You gasp softly, keeping a steady rhythm with the vibrator. “So gorgeous Olivia…”

With yet another utterance of her name, she feels her orgasm build and build, gripping your arms tightly. She grinds against the toy, hips stuttering as her whines get more and more breathy and desperate. Pinching her nipple gently, she cries out softly.

“Oh amor…I’m gonna cum…Voy a venir”

Olivia cums with a gasping moan, her nails digging in as she rides out her pleasure on the toy, her juices coating the white plastic. You swear you’ve never seen anything so captivating, sweat gleaming from her sepia toned skin as she comes down from her high. She immediately pulls you down with her, cuddling you as you come down from the high of pleasure.

“Aren’t you a doll.” She coos, her fingers tangling themselves in your hair and massaging your scalp. You laugh softly and move closer to her, eyes closing at her gentle touch.

Leaning in to whisper in your ear, she grins as she speaks, “you’re gonna be mine, right conejita?”

She knows you have to say yes, she needs you so badly, all of her hard work can’t be for nothing. Her fingers almost vibrate as she feels the electricity in the laptop you have hidden under the bed, anxiously awaiting your response. So when you nod against her, she relaxes completely. “Gonna take good care of you…real good care.”

[takes1]

For a request, would you be interested in a bully Dabi x male reader (maybe in a college AU or something. You can decide if you want it to be in the LOV instead)? Reader is constantly picked on and demeaned by him, but one day maybe in a private area reader is cornered, some suggestive content goes on/maybe noncon depending what you want to do, and the reader speaks up when the situation almost goes too far (and normally he is quiet. He’s that nerdy kid afraid to disappoint his parents/and a virgin. So he is scared of what was going on in that scenario.) After, you can decide what goes on from there!

Also to add, my bad about asking make characters. I did read the rules but had no idea what afab of amab means, should of looked it up before asking lol 😂

you're okay! no worries :) i really liked writing this, it's very different from my other stuff. i'm so sorry this has taken so long! will write a part 2 soon and probably end it there!

warnings. barely sfw, slight noncon themes, creepy vibes

details. male!reader / college au / frat au / inexperienced!reader / loser!reader / corruptionkink!dabi / loser!reader / degradation / praise / power play / slight noncon / yandere!dabi / 1.2k words

🤍 scenario series. more dabi and others here.

more links. my ao3 / dabi headcanons / requests open

"No, mom--,"

You almost tripped over your untied shoelace for the third time in the past two minutes but continued to ignore it. Stopping to fix it was scarier than getting a face full of dirty cement.

"No, it's-, okay, uppercase L, did you try the uppercase L yet?"

A rush of adrenaline plumped your veins for a fleeting moment and you gripped your cracked phone like a lifeline. The sound of shoes other than your beat-up Vans scraped across the sidewalk. You turned and there was nothing but the drip of residual rain from gutters, and some trash brushing by a garbage can.

Of course, a Mcdonald's wrapper would be responsible for your fatal heart attack. Or your mother, who didn't understand how to capitalize a letter on her keyboard to enter her bank password.

There was another half mile to your dorm building. When she called you halfway through your journey back from your last late class, you were relieved to have something else on your mind other than the threat of seeing a Brother around.

Pledge Week was Hell. Actual Hell. This must've been your divine punishment for being such a giant fucking loser your entire life-- a cruel joke from God designed to say, 'Look at this dumbass! He's paying hundreds of dollars to get hazed for a week, then ostracized for the smallest hope of feeling like he's a part of something!'

"It's the left side, mom. It says shift on it," You sighed.

This was the first week you hadn't commuted home for the weekend. With no social skills to bank on, there was nothing to do on the weekends except drive two hours home. At least you could be comfortable there. Not necessarily wanted, until they had a technology issue that required a Cybersecurity major -or just any person with brain cells- to fix, but you had your own quiet room.

It didn't change the fact that the Brothers of Alpha Sigma Phi betted on you to join them as a joke. You didn't have any connections or lineage like the other Pledges, but it was funny to pick the scrawny kid and see how long he'd last.

You didn't know how you lasted this long. It was a sort of tolerance that you built up, because Alpha Sig gave you something to do, somewhere to be.

A semester as a Pledge; running errands, attending parties but not allowed to drink, getting shit on at every turn because that was just the culture here and you thought, maybe after you graduate to become a Brother in a couple of days, you would have some real friends.

Another thudding sound of footsteps much heavier than yours. This time, they didn't stop, and neither did you.

The orange glow of streetlamps every 15 feet became markers for your sanity. Only nine more to go before you were at your building.

Your stomach was in your throat. The hand in your pocket clutched your knife.

"You got it?" Your voice was uneven but your mother didn't notice. You wished she would stay on the phone longer, but there was nothing else to talk about.

Even the other seven Pledges didn't associate with you. If they did, they got screwed with more. This week had become a sick kind of lonely, fast.

It was like clockwork. As soon as your phone left your ear, a voice much closer than you anticipated shocked your muscles still.

"Hey, Pledge," It was by far the worst Brother imaginable; the one who seemed to take personal pleasure in your torment above anyone else, "The fuck do ya think you're talkin' to?"

You kept your hand in your pocket. Pulling a knife on him would erase all progress, possibly even make this whole semester's worth of work useless, but you weren't about to surrender your only line of defense when you weren't sure if it would get violent.

Dabi was deceptively glittery under the streetlamp. His piercings gave you something else to look at to avoid eye contact.

"My mom--," You could barely get your words out.

"You're not supposed to speak to anyone this week," He lowered his voice and approached slow because he knew you wouldn't move.

Narrowed eyes watched another student on the other side of the deserted street.

Two years ago, Alpha Sig had been under an investigation for hazing (rightfully so, you could imagine), so the older Brothers were careful about what they said and did in public. In private, everything was still on the table.

So far, the worst thing you were forced to do was the bottling line. This was an activity where they made you and the other Pledges stand in a line to drink an entire bottle of various combined liquors. Each of you had to drink a fair amount, or the last man had to drink whatever was left. You were the last man.

This was already after a knowledge test about the fraternity. If a Pledge got a question wrong about the history of Alpha Sig, he was forced to drink.

Eventually, they made you drink whenever somebody else got a question wrong because you were answering everything correctly.

You had never thrown up so violently at the end of one night before. You weren't sure how you made it back to your dorm, but you woke up at 3 in the afternoon the next morning and didn't bother going to the rest of your classes.

"That includes calling your mommy," Dabi mocked, close enough to be in striking distance.

Every Pledge knew to stay far away from this crazy bastard. He was joked to be so masochistic that he was the one responsible for the investigation in the first place.

But he sought you out so much you had almost seen him every day this week. Enough to count every piercing on his face, wonder what each of his tattoos meant and why he had so many.

He took a glance down to your hand.

"Whaddya got a hard-on or something?"

You shot your hand out of your pocket, knife-less, defenseless, and embarrassed, sparking a smirk across his face.

Your dick was not hard right now, but it wasn't opposed to getting off at the thought of Dabi's big hands, among other things.

It was worth wondering if they could all tell. You weren't flamboyant, but you supposed that not being straight wasn't their only reason to shun you.

You wondered if they knew about Dabi's equality tattoo, a small but mighty symbol under his arm that you managed to get a glimpse of at one party after staring at him too long. He made you his personal servant many times for that problem throughout the semester.

It gave you the chance to pick up on things that weren't so traditional about him.

In truth, it only made your staring worse because you were certain he was more similar to you than anyone would care to think.

He closed the distance between you and sized you up while you put your hands behind your back. You couldn't believe you had forgotten to until now; that was what your class was supposed to do when a Brother called on them.

Dabi's breath was warm and minty on the side of your face when he muttered, "You're gonna show me your dorm, Pledge."

A big, strong hand shoved you hard. Back into the direction you had been walking. There was not much you could do now, other than shakily guide him back to the one place you felt safe.

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[mistywaves98]

yfsdtydcstshegwsvjhgv hear me out hear me out,,,, yandere!scara controlling reader like he did Haypasia but instead of just making her follow him, he turns the reader into his personal cumdump- reader tries oh so hard to fight back, watching as if its a movie as her body is used as a fucktoy for the ex-harbringer- but the thing is, after a while of this, the reader begins to believe everything he says, that her only purpose in life is to bring him pleasure and becomes scara's perfect obedient little pet <3

-super duper cool anon

This is such a juicy idea anon!

Edit: I think I strayed a bit from what the ask said, sooo uhh, really sorry about that anon 😬😔

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: Not proofread, Yandere themes (but not that intense), Non con, Degradation, Lots of repetition of words, collaring, rough sex, Mean! Scaramouche, Kidnapping, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

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As another one of the scholars who dedicated their lives to trying to connect their consciousness to Irminsul, that is what you spent all of your time doing. Yes, you knew of the tales of what happened to most of those who did manage to accomplish such a task but your desire for the kind of knowledge you could potentially gain blocked out any protests against your actions.

One time you actually saw something while meditating, visions of some sort and although they were blurry and barely distinguishable, it excited you. Since then, you've been training hard, hoping to experience that again.

You heard from somewhere that the Palace of Alcazarzaray was a good place to practice your meditation, so that's where you could be found as the days followed. As you meditated more and more, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your goal, it was only a matter of time, you told yourself. However, you also realized that during the rare times when you weren't meditating, you felt dazed and unfocused and often times you swore you saw something, or glimpses of someone. Though this worried you to a very small extent, instead, you thought you just needed to work a little harder. Eventually it got to a point where you spent all your time meditating, evoking worry from your relatives. In fact, the only thing that stopped you from meditating full time was them coming to 'snap you out of it' as they said. This annoyed you very much and although you knew they meant well, you were too close now and you had already accepted the risks this journey was accompanied with.

So, taking a small choice of possessions, you went to a remote, isolated part of the forest where you would meditate for days on end, not sleeping, eating or drinking. Strangely enough, your body seemed fine with it too, you weren't fatigued at all, it was just the haziness and hallucinations.

Now you were sitting on the floor of the cave, face relaxed but at the same time fixed with an expression of concentration. You focused....and focused.....and focused.....

Yes....

You could feel it, just a little more....

Your eyes suddenly shot open.

Scanning your surroundings you immediately realized something was off. The earth seemed to be layered with a gray tint and there was someone standing right in front of you with their back turned.

"Have...I...finally done it once more? Is....my consciousness.... connected to Irminsul?" You hesitantly ask, "Hmph. Not even a 'hello' at least? I expected better from my first follower."

What? What is he talking about? But wait.... He seems familiar..."Who...are you?" It's difficult to talk, your mind feels heavy and your vision is blurring momentarily. "Me? They call me Scaramouche or 'the Balladeer.' I am a member of the eleven fatui Harbingers but soon I will be known as the god of Sumeru. For now, however, you will address me as 'master,' understood?" He turned around and you were met with two purple eyes glaring down at you. The Harbingers? You've heard of that before, back when you were in the Akademiya, they're from Snezhnaya, right?

Scaramouche's voice brings you out of your thoughts,"I said, 'is that understood?' " "U-uh, yes....master..." His frown turns into an expression of smugness. "Good, I suppose you're pretty baffled by the situation you've found yourself in, but I'll have some mercy and explain it to you."

Your eyes widen when he reveals that he had been watching you ever since you had that experience with the indescribable visions. Those were...his memories? And apparently he's going to become a god? And he has chosen you as his first follower? "Why, you may ask? Well, no one has ever managed to connect directly to my consciousness before, so I took this as a sign. A sign that you are the chosen one." Huh, so you didn't connect to Irminsul after all and instead you're peering into the consciousness of one of the Harbingers? This information is hard for your now unstable mind to process. It hurts...You bring a hand to your aching forehead and try to soothe the pain. "...Can't...focus.."

Suddenly, a hand grips your jaw and tilts your head up so that you make eye contact with him,"You look so dumb right now, but it's alright, you won't need to think much from now on." You gasp as he kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth. His hands grab both of your wrists in a painful grip as he shoves you into the ground, lips still connected. You try struggle under his grip, only to find you can barely move. You try breaking the kiss but not only does he push harder, you can't even move your head and when he pulls away, you cringe at the strings of saliva between you two.

"Why...?" Is all you can manage as you gasp for breath,"Don't ask questions, all you need to know is that you are going to be my little stress toy from now until the day you die." His tone is snappy and you shut up at once, mind hazy. Scaramouche looks as your flushed face and chuckles darkly,"Your mind is weak, you can't even think straight, can you? And without the ability to properly process things you leave your body in a very vulnerable state, don't you know that? Hehe, I'm going to have so much fun with you..." He was right, your mind was under so much strain during your intense meditation sessions, now you don't have the brain to fight back.

His hands let go of your wrists and began to trail down your body, stopping to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but moan as he massaged the soft flesh through your clothes. Then, without warning he tore your top apart, exposing the white bra confining your chest. He made quick work of that two and as soon as the piece of fabric fell to the ground, his fingers went up to flick your now-hard nipples. Suddenly he gave them both a particularly harsh tug, grinning when you yelped in pain. With one hand playing with your left breast, he used his free hand to hike up your obnoxiously long skirt.

"You don't even wear a pair of shorts under this? Such a whore." He smirked at the help you let as as he smacked your pussy. You bit your lip as whimpers threatened to leave your throat as he used his slender fingers to circle your clothed clit. "Please....stop..." "Stop? When you are this wet? Just admit it, you're getting off on your god fucking you." "No...I—" You gag as Scaramouche stuffs three fingers deep down your throat "Stop talking and suck if you know what good for you."

When he finally decided you're wet enough, he slipped your panties off and pocketed them despite your protests. He then flips you unto your stomach before taking his cock out of the confines of his pants,"Now we move on to my favourite part."

A ragged scream is ripped from your throat as he immediately bottomed out inside of you. The situation doesn't get any better when he starts moving right after, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. His pace is fast and his thrusts are brutal, your body rocks back and forward with each slam of his hips. Your own hips feel bruised from the grip he has on them. The burn of his cock abusing your insides has tears streaming down your face and choked out sobs and moans leaving your mouth. A sadistic smile is plastered across his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort and pain,"You look so pretty with tears flowing down your face—hah—you feel so good, these virgin walls are squeezing me so tightly. Yes, cum of my cock, on your lord's cock and show me that only I can pleasure you like this."

Until that moment you didn't even realize you were getting closer to orgasming but you did as he said and the knot in your stomach snapped as you released all over him with a cry. That didn't stop Scaramouche from continuing to fuck you though, his pace barely faltered and his thrusts were just as hard as before,"Please—ngh—stop...no—more..." "Shut up. Your master hasn't had his pleasure yet and you will take everything he gives you until he's satisfied."

He then proceeded to bury his teeth into your neck, biting down so hard the skin broke, causing blood to leak from the wound. You shiver as his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up your neck, gathering the warm liquid on it in the process. The way his cock is pistoning in and out of you has you weakly clawing at the dirt beneath. You continue to helplessly moan as his breathing gets more ragged and heavy, he must be close. Said assumption proves to be right when you suddenly feel a burst of hot liquid shoot straight into your pussy. Scaramouche finally stops and pulls out of your sore cunt, watching as the white substance leaks out of your abused hole, past your trembling thighs and onto the ground. A pleased look adorns his face,"Hehe, seems like I forgot to mention that I was about to cum, but that's alright, you couldn't anything about it anyway even if you knew."

You sat on the bed situated in the corner of the room, staring at the wall. Your eyes eventually landed on the chains binding your hands to the bed posts, restricting your movements. They were so short, you couldn't even walk a few inches away from the bed.

It had been months since Scaramouche kidnapped you from the cave you originally resided in after fucking your brains out. Since then he has kept you here, occasionally coming to 'check up' on his little pet which mostly consisted of him manhandling you till you were about to pass out. Everytime he came to you, you could see how he was gradually falling into madness. His words became more cruel, more unghinged, more obsessive.

It made you afraid of him and you were worried that someday he might snap and do something unthinkable.

Your gaze shifted to the mirror on the dresser right across from you. A collar was tightly looped around your neck with the name 'Scaramouche' in bold letters. Your hand came up and you tugged it slightly. It didn't budge. Tears filled your eyes at the humiliating memories it brought back. When he first showed it to you, you absolutely refused to wear it and after a lot of resistance from you he was able to secure it, he also fastened it so tightly it choked you at first. And he never bothered to loosen it. Sometimes, on the days when he was feeling it, he would attach a leash to the collar and use it to suffocate you if you were being to bratty.

Your eyes went lower to observe your attire. You'd been forbidden to wear anything besides a town that barely covered your thighs. That is, unless Scaramouche demanded otherwise. The material was so thin and you weren't even allowed to wear anything under it. For easy access, he said.

You've gotten over your dizzy, hallucinating state a long time ago and since you're usually locked up in the room, it's given you a lot of time to think. What has happened to your family? Have they noticed your disappearance? Are they looking for you? Did Scaramouche kill them? But he has no reason to do such a thing, but then again, you wouldn't put it past him to kill innocent people.

You flinch as the door opens. He's back already?

Your eyes widen in fear and you can't help but back up little by little when he approaches you. Soon you're pressed against the headboard and he gets on the bed and crawls over you. You stare into his dull eyes with your frightened ones. You can't see anything but obsession, lust and insanity in them.

"How's my little servant doing? Have you been enjoying your time here? You better have been. Why do you look so afraid? Hehe, you thought I wouldn't notice? You can't hide anything from your god you know." His cold hand rested on your cheek, slowly going down to trace the letters engraved on the collar you were forced to wear. A maniacal smile stretched across his face as he looked at it, pupils dilating with lust. Suddenly he hooked his fingers under it and gave it a sharp tug, briefly laughing when you gasped and instinctively grabbed his arm, as he pulled you forward.

Now he was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Without warning he kissed you with so much force your head hit the wooden headboard of the bed. This caused your mouth to slightly part in surprise and Scaramouche's tongue was practically down your throat instantly.

His knee made it's way between your legs, pressing up against your bare pussy and rubbing against it. You felt him smile against your mouth as your thighs squeezed his own in a futile attempt to conceal your now aroused state.

When he finally broke the kiss, you gratefully inhaled the much needed oxygen as your face burned with humiliation. You hated being in such a vulnerable state, you hated being so easy to take advantage of. But there was nothing you could do about the way the Harbinger's hands snuck under your gown to roughly grope your chest. No matter what you did or wanted to do, you could only moan in guilty pleasure.

Soon enough, you found yourself in a familiar but unwelcomed position: face pressed into the pillow with your 'lord's' dick thrusting in and out in an attempt to get off. Your hands held onto the sheets for dear life as you came for the 3rd time. Tears rolled down your face and drool stained the pillow as Scaramouche laughed cruelly at your fucked out appearance,"Need a break? Too bad, you won't get one."

You could only mumble inaudible phrases in between gasps and moans in response,"Ngh—please master—hngh—please cum in me—!" "What's that? You want me to fill this slutty hole of yours with my cum? That's right, fill up you like the cumdump you are?" He smirked as you only panted small, breathy 'yes'' to his degrading words. Moments later he finally reached his high and shot his load into your tight pussy.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out and instead pressed his chest against your back and whispered into your ear, possessiveness evident in his tone,"No one else can or ever will make you feel like this, only I can bring you this kind of pleasure. You're mine, mine to fuck how I want, mine to do with whatever I please. Right, my little servant?" You nodded dumbly to his statements, mind too mushy to think straight.

You really were just a cumdump for him.

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Peace Offerings Pt.6

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Chapter Summary: Joel and Reader loot a gas station which gets them into a bit of trouble with a few raiders. She goes against Joel's wishes and fights, forcing him to come to her rescue (and reprimand her, of course.) They eventually come across a cabin to rest in for the night. When neither of them can sleep, they decide to pause their feud and be cordial for the night.

Series Warnings: Slow burn, Age gap (reader is 34, Joel is 56), 18+ Minors DNI, Sexual Themes, Violence, Injuries (depictions of blood, bruising, broken bones), Cursing, Grumpy!Joel, Minimal depictions of reader's appearance (hair color/length.)

Chapter Warnings: Creepy men (raiders) & Attempted SA (NOT Joel dw <3)

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Part Six

Joel and I dug graves for the boys right next to each other in the field behind the motel. We shoveled and moved the bodies in silence, a soft sniffle escaping from me here and there, but Joel stayed straight faced and silent. Once they were covered and I’d placed the makeshift crosses above them, we’d decided it was time to move on. 

         We’d been on foot for a few miles when we came across a vacant gas station. Joel forced the door open and held his gun up to make sure there weren’t any unwanted surprises. Once the coast was deemed clear I followed him into the dusty shack. The shelves had been mostly picked over except for a few cans and bags of things here and there. The most important thing I’d found was an old box of tampons. “Score.” I celebrated under my breath before shoving them into my bag. I had lost track of my period with all of the stress of the journey, but the full ache in my abdomen indicated it was oncoming. 

         Joel and I met at the front of the store again and agreed we’d gotten everything we could before heading back out onto the road. We’d begun walking but stopped in our tracks when we heard what sounded like a wolf whistle. I whipped my head around to see where the sound was coming from, and spotted a hooded man crouching behind an abandoned car. “What do we have here?” Another guy appeared from behind a closer car. “We don’t want any trouble.” Joel said, raising his hands. I copied his movements. “We don’t either, friend. But see, this territory is ours, and we’ve been livin’ off of that gas station for a couple weeks now, so I’d say we have dibs.” The guy said in an obnoxiously condescending tone. Air puffed through my nose as I tried to hold in a mocking laugh. His eyes shot to me, “What’s so funny, sugar?” His tone slightly lowered. I shook my head and kept my eyebrow raised in judgment at him, “Nothing, friend.” He placed his hands on his hips and pushed them towards me, “That’s what I thought. Knew a good lookin’ girl like you’d know not to disrespect a man like me.” I could feel Joel’s anger rising just the same as mine, but I kept cool. “And what kind of a man are you, sir?” I asked before stepping forward, and letting my eyes travel up and down his frame. My tactic of making him insecure was clearly working when he answered, “The kind who ain’t afraid to hit a lady. What with gender equality and all.” I balled my fists up and couldn’t control myself any longer. My knee connected with his crotch, and he doubled over momentarily before grabbing my shoulders and throwing me to the ground. By this time, the other guy that had been hiding had beelined for Joel and the two were in hand to hand combat. I yelped as my back made contact with the hard concrete and the wind was knocked out of me. The man stood above me with a menacing grin. I scrambled to get back to my feet but the heel of his boot was planted on my abdomen. “Look at you. Like a stuck little bird.” He taunted. I tried to roll out from under his foot, but as I turned to my stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. I tried to kick and thrash, hoping he would drop me, but his grip was too strong. I heard Joel hollering after him but he was in a chokehold. “Let fucking go of me.” I shouted. “Can’t just yet, baby. Gotta teach you a little lesson about keeping your mouth shut.” He dragged me behind the gas station. A sickening feeling of dread filled my body as I realized what the man’s plan was. He threw me to the ground and kept his body on top of mine. 

          I shrieked and squirmed, trying to make this process as hard as possible for him. He became frustrated and raised his fist before bringing it down into my side. Agonizing pain spread up through my rib cage. My head flew back upon impact and my vision went blurry. I’d begun to accept my fate, but was incredibly relieved when a bullet pierced through the man’s skull and his body dropped to reveal a wild-eyed Joel. He practically ripped the man off of me and knelt down, “Did he-“ I cut him off, “No. Thank you.” I breathed. He let out a breath of relief and helped me to my feet. I winced at the pain in my side, but insisted it was nothing. 

           “Should’ve just let me handle it.” Joel grumbled as we walked off. “Negotiating wastes time. Would’ve been easier just to shoot ‘em.” I argued. “Wasn’t wasting ammo over some hicks. Next time, you let me do the talkin’.” He said sternly. “Not like you were the one who ended up behind a gas station getting your clothes torn off.” I mumbled angrily. “Again, wouldn’t have happened if you’d just kept your goddamn mouth shut.” Joel turned and stood, causing me to almost run into him. “You’re just like them.” I grunted. “Excuse me?” He said, his eyes squinting with astonishment. “You think of me as a small, weak thing. Just like they do. Telling me to shut my mouth, to obey you, and follow your lead.” I said, my voice wavering as tears of frustration threatened to fall. He breathed deeply through his nose and pressed his lips together, “Don’t you ever say that. I have done everything in my power to keep you alive and be respectful towards you.” He seethed. “Respectful?” I questioned, my voice filled with disbelief, “Telling me to shut my mouth is respectful? Barely talking to me and treating me like a piece of cargo is respectful?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t have to take you with me on this trip. I could have damn well told Abe to fuck off and gone off on my own. Would have been a hell of a lot easier, but I chose to do the right thing for once. All I asked was for you to follow my direction so we don’t get ourselves killed. I’m already doing my part. I don’t owe you friendly conversation, or emotional support.” He lamented. I stood there staring at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry for experiencing all of that shit and having a human reaction to it. I’m sorry I haven’t yet become jaded and calloused by the shitstorm that the world is like you have. But just like no one forced you to bring me with you, no one is forcing you to be my emotional support. You could have left me sobbing on the ground, I would have snapped out of it at some point, but you chose to comfort me. As for friendly conversation, we’re spending months together. Would it be such a bad thing to build some kind of trust? I promise I’m not trying to be a burden, or to cause more issues. I’m trying to get to my brother just like you are. It’s not my fault shit keeps happening to us.” He kept his eyes on the ground, “I know. I didn’t mean to blame you. I just… I was worried he was gonna..” He stumbled over his words. “Well if we’re not getting invested in each other you don’t need to care about that. We agreed to just get out of things alive and move on.” I said sternly before continuing to walk in front of him. I trudged along but my body flew to the ground when my foot got caught on something. “Shit. A trip wire. Get up!” Joel yelled and grabbed my backpack to lift me off the ground. I stumbled, but got to my feet and ran as fast as possible.      

       Trees whizzed past as Joel and I raced through the woods, trying to get whoever was after us off of our trail. “Don’t go straight, zig-zag!” Joel called out as he veered around trees and rocks behind me. The impact of the ground caused the  pain in my ribs to spread across my chest, laboring my breathing even more. Joel must’ve heard my wheezing because he reassured me, “Just a minute more and we’ll probably have cleared ‘em.” I nodded, not having enough air to answer. We came to a clearing and Joel slowed down, leaning over to rest his hands on his knees. I did the same, but as I tried to catch my breath, my vision was blurring again. This time I wasn’t able to shake it, and felt myself collapse to the ground. Joel’s voice calling out my name sounded far away as I lost consciousness. 

I woke up to a figure leaning over me and slapping my face gently. My name fell off of his lips followed by “Stay with me. C’mon.” I blinked, trying to regain my vision. Joel’s face became clear and I looked around. We were in a room. The walls were wooden logs stacked on top of each other, and the familiar musk of a cabin filled my nose. “Where are we?” I asked groggily. Joel handed me my canteen before explaining, “We’re in a cabin. Not far from where you collapsed on me.” I took a swig and put the cap back on while swallowing the warm, yet refreshing liquid. “Damn. I don’t remember walking here.” I grunted as I sat up, my side filling with the same searing pain that had knocked me unconscious. Joel shook his head, “You didn’t.” I shot him a questioning look, “You carried me?” My cheeks reddened at the thought of his arms wrapped around me, bearing my dead weight. I should have been embarrased, but to my dismay, I’d found it the slightest bit attractive. “Yeah. Not far. Just wanted to get us out of sight.” He explained. “Sorry you had to do that. And thank you.” I said. He just nodded and turned his attention to his backpack. “Joel?” His eyes shifted up to look at me again. “I’m sorry I compared you to one of them.” I said sheepishly as I played with the cuffs of my sweatshirt, “You’re nothing like them, and that was a really shitty dig. You’ve done a lot for me already, more than you’ve needed to. So thank you.” He kept his eyes on me and pressed his lips together before giving me a slight nod, then stood up from the side of the bed I was laid on and began to walk towards the door. “You’re still an asshole though, just in a different way.” I teased. He stopped in his tracks and turned to glance at me once more. I swore I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile. “Get some rest.” His gravelly voice commanded before he disappeared into the hallway. I laid my head down onto the soft pillow, and fell asleep with a slight smile on my face. 

I woke up drenched in sweat. The room was darker than before, signifying that it was late into the night. I was pretty sure I’d woken myself up screaming, so I tried to slow the heaving of my chest by taking slower breaths, but the images of my gored brother continued to flash in my mind. I whimpered and smashed my head into my pillow, attempting to beat the irrational fears out of my mind. None of my usual tactics worked, and I realized I wasn’t getting back to sleep, so I painfully sat up and stood up off the bed. I opened the door slowly, avoiding the inevitable creaks from the old hinges. The hallway was dimly lit by the moonlight shining in through a large window at the end of it. It was propped open slightly, and the wind rippled through the thin fabric that was draped across it. I continued to explore the small cabin, and looked for another place to try and clear my thoughts. As I turned a corner, I jumped about four feet off of the ground and screamed bloody murder as I came face to face with a tall figure. “Shhhhhh it’s me.” Joel’s voice pierced through my panicked shrieks and his hands wrapped around my fists that I’d been blindly throwing around. “Fuck, Joel. What are you doing?” I breathed. I was relieved to know it was just him but also pissed that he would sneak up on me like that. “Findin’ out what the fuck you’re doin’.” He snapped back. “I couldn’t sleep. Was just finding a place to clear my mind.” I explained, still catching my breath from the fright. I leaned my back against the wall. “I see. This about Sam and Henry?” He asked. I sighed, “My brother. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it.” I said as I pushed up off of the wall and began to walk back towards my room. 

         “I ain’t sleepin’ either.” Joel said, stopping me in my tracks. Another peace offering. “Hmm. Too bad you ain’t keen on friendly conversation.” I said, mocking his southern twang. “Doesn’t have to be friendly. Could just be conversation.” He said in a suggestive tone. That was the first hint of charisma I’d ever experienced from him. It pulled a slight chuckle from my lips, and I subconsciously walked towards him. “You mean you’re willing to engage with me for more than five minutes and about something that’s not a travel plan?” I asked, hiding the excitement in my voice behind sarcasm. “We’ll see how much of it I can take.” He mumbled. We were not only having a casual conversation but were, dare I say, flirting? 

          I plopped into the couch that had been pushed up against the front window of the cabin. Joel sat back into the chair across the room, sipping something from a glass. I perked up, “Is that?” I asked. He nodded and offered me the glass. “Where did you find it?” I asked again as I accepted it from him. “Took a bottle from Bill and Frank’s reserve. The bottle’s gone. It was back in the truck, but I had some left in my flask.” He explained. “Oh… I won’t drink your last few sips then.” I said, holding it out for him to take it back. “Nah… you need it more than me.” He said waving me away with his hand. I hesitated at first, making sure he was serious, and then took a swig. There was about a sip left and I insisted he take it back. He obliged. 

“What makes you think I need it more than you?” I asked, licking the remaining sweetness off of my lips. He thought for a moment, mulling his words around his brain, then spoke, “You were havin’ nightmares.” I nodded. “Bout what?” He asked, his tone staying monotonous so as to not expose his curiosity. I sighed and turned my head, regretting the fact that I’d agreed to talk to him. I’d wanted to continue to throw his words back into his face, but even he was going against his previous statements now. I was breaking him down, brick by brick. 

“It’s a recurring one. My brother getting ripped apart by clickers. It’s the ugliest death possible, so of course my brain would decide it should be the focus of my dreams.” I said sarcastically. Joel just nodded, taking in my words. “I don’t know why that’s the one. I’ve gone through so much other shit that could easily be in my nightmares. Why am I dreaming about that specifically?” I lamented. “Cus that’s the thing you’re most afraid of.” Joel answered, “Simple as that.” I clenched my jaw, “Guess so. What do you dream about?” I asked. He swirled the last sip of the whiskey around in the glass before gulping it down and saying, “Don’t dream much these days.”   

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[amitiel-truth]

Ten Babies (Vash the Stampede X Reader) Part 5

Note: This is my FIFTH time writing here, please don't look too much into the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted from my chat with Vash at Character.AI, another lore dump will probably be here (doing the Josei format up this bitch).

Warning: Mentions of Incest, Sexual Themes, Angst :)

Summary: HELLO PAIN!!!!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

(Y/N) lays on her rocking chair, rubbing a gel on her stomach, getting ready for the changes that are about to happen to her once again.

Smiling at her two-month-old bump, a cry started on the bassinet beside her bed, as she walked up to it and picks up a sobbing Remi into her arms, unconsolable, as she walked over to a nearby window, with the view of the city of Febrari.

(Yes, I changed the lyrics a bit, your crying with me deal with it.)

"My little girl

You're the light of my life

No matter how hard the world gets

You're my reason to fight" (Y/N) begins to sing as she rocks the crying child, stroking the mole under her eye.

"My little girl

The world's a scary place

But you've got nothing to worry about

I'll keep you safe

My little girl" Her sobbing subsides as she looks up at her mother, her PLANT marks are showing.

"My little girl (my little girl)

Your future is bright (so bright)

I will never let the world make you cry

My little girl

I never knew I could love someone so much

You're my angel

So proud no matter what

My little girl" (Y/N) rubs her cheek against the consoled baby, smiling down at her.

"My little girl" (Y/N) runs a finger on the bridge of the baby's nose before tapping it, confusing the girl.

"No matter where we go

Or what we do

Just know I'm always here

For you" (Y/N) promises as she admires her daughter's PLANT marks, as Remi yawns, her eyes drooping.

"My little girl

You're starting to get tired

Just relax and trust me

Now close your eyes

Let the music take you away

I'll always be by your side to keep you safe

My little girl" Remi finally falls asleep as (Y/N) leans down, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"She's the real deal, isn't she? Elendira?"

"It seems so, Doctor." 

Two voices startles (Y/N) as she whips around to face them, seeing an old man dressed in a doctor's coat with an implant on the side of his bald head, and a little blonde girl that reaches just above his chest, her face and body also glowing in PLANT markings as it died down.

"Knives was right about you, You're a very resourceful young woman, Ms. Loverose, or should I say..." The Doctor proclaims, as (Y/N) backs away, looking to the side to see Aileen by the door, unconscious.

"Mrs. Saverem."

"Aileen!!." (Y/N) exclaims as she tried to rush to the older woman's side, but a crimson nail materializes in front of her, prompting the mother to turn around and crouch, using her body as a shield for the sleeping babe.

"Huh, I guess she did keep her promise, to keep that thing safe."

"Elendira, enough!." The Doctor order as he walks up to the crouched woman, holding out a hand.

"We didn't come here to bring harm, I apologize for doing this, but we need you to come with us..." (Y/N) looks at The Doctor before peering at the girl, who materializes another crimson nail, pointing to Aileen.

"Or else."

_____

after a long journey, (Y/N) was then locked in a white room, sitting on a bed, as she nurse Remi who falls back asleep once more, slipping her breast back onto her dress, and rocking the baby in her arms.

"I'm sorry for getting us into trouble, Remi, Mama promises to keep us safe." (Y/N) whispers before placing another kiss on her forehead, but this seems more to assure herself, as the door opens.

" I hope you've been comfortable." Dr. Conrad walks in, as (Y/N) simply looks away from him.

"What do you want?." (Y/N) questions, keeping herself small.

"Come with me, please." The Doctor mutters before walking out of the room, leaving the door open as (Y/N) stands up with Remi in her arms, following him.

"You've heard of your Grandmother's story, haven't you." Conrad asks over his shoulder, as (Y/N) simply nodded, still guarded.

"But you haven't heard what happened when she was under our care, she was a very special piece of our plan when we found her, I couldn't believe her existence, there wasn't even a report to me about a breeder PLANT type that was developed, let alone that existed, Master Knives just felt a PLANT nearby and took action, it's such a great shame that I didn't have a conversation with Dr. Loverose at the time, I heard he was an extremely brilliant man." The Doctor sighs, as they walk into a room full of red PLANTS.

"And very lucky too." The Doctor added as (Y/N) looks at the PLANTS nervously, rocking Remi into his arms.

"SHE was going to be someone of great importance..." The Doctor trials off as they

"She was going to be The Mother of Independents." The Doctor reveals as they entered a room, revealing with a queen size with furniture and items that seems for pain and pleasure...a sex room.

"But you'll have to do." (Y/N) was suddenly pushed into the room and clear glass doors, she panics as she tries to pry open the door.

"No! I don't want this! Let me out!." (Y/N) looks around and sees a chair, she picks it up and tries to smash the glass door with it with Remi in her arms.

"Apologies, but these doors are bulletproof, no amount of physical force will be able to work." The Doctor informs her but she doesn't stop.

"And as for your daughter, who I'm sure is 90% PLANT..." Doctor trails off as he thinks.

" I'm sure she'll grow up quickly just like the twins all in a course of a year, but it'll only make her develop into a ten-year-old, guess we'll only have to do what we did to Nicholas D. Wolfwood, to her." (Y/N) gasped, she doesn't know exactly what it is, but she has a vague understanding of what it was, as Remi began crying, her sobs are heard through the room and halls.

"NO! I won't let any of you lay a finger on her! I'll end each and every one of you if I have to!! I swear to fucking God!!!." (Y/N) screams like a madwoman as she attacks the door relentlessly.

"More will be known, once Master Knives is finished with his mission, I apologize." The Doctor could only bow in apology, as he walks away, leaving the Mother-Daughter trapped.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!! I SWEAR TO GOD DAMN GOD I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!! YOU BETTER PRAY THERE'S A FUCKING GOD ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

________

(Y/N) laid Remi on the chair, she refuse to lay her down on the bed after HSE had calmed down.

It's been hours since they've been left alone, as (Y/N) looks around the room, trying to find an exit.

"The vents are too small, even for you, Remi." (Y/N) walks back to the sleeping child once more, carrying her into her arms.

"Oh, Remi, What am I gonna do?." (Y/N) sobs, hugging Remi, a tap was heard on the glass, (Y/N) turns around to see who it is.

"Wolfwood? What are you doing here?." (Y/N) asks, rubbing her tears away.

"Doing someone a favor." Wolfwood answers as he inputted a code and the door opens, (Y/N) rushed out of the god-forsaken room, giving him a one-armed hug.

"Thank you..." (Y/N) whispers, as Wolfwood only pats her on the back.

"Now, come on, Niddle Noggin isn't gonna like that you're here." Wolfwood leads her out.

"Where is he? My Husband?." (Y/N) asks, now worried for him as she rocks Remi in her arms.

"..." Wolfwood grew quiet.

"He'd like you two to be safe..." Wolfwood advises, as (Y/N) grew quiet as well.

"Yes, yes he would." (Y/N) answers, as they continue on their journey to escape.

After a few minutes, they reached an exit through the open sand.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"

(Y/N) whips her head back, hearing a noise.

"Did you hear that?." (Y/N) asks, looking back into the hall.

"Heard what?." Wolfwood asks as (Y/N) grew quite, then, Remi began to cry as (Y/N) observes her.

"He's in pain...." (Y/N) mutters, realizing who was screaming.

"He needs help..." (Y/N) mutters as she looks back up to the tunnel.

"Hubby."

"No hey! we talked about-" Before Wolfwood could even stop her, (Y/N) already ran back into the building with a crying Remi in her arms.

"And there she goes...WHAT IS WITH THESE WOMEN RUNNING INTO DANGER!?."

________

(Y/N) runs as she noticed roots growing out of a room, she gets inside it and sees an aquarium filled with PLANTS, along with Vash, who's in a dire state.

"NO!!." (Y/N) screams as she runs up to the vines, trying to reach him.

"Ms. Loverose! please it's already futil-" Before the Doctor could even try to stop her a shoe was thrown at him, hitting him square in the head.

"SHUT UP! I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU." (Y/N) glares at him as she once again climbs the roots with Remi in her arms.

"Ms. Loverose! Be careful!." Meryl follows her as (Y/N) reached an opening, seeing Vash in a nonresponsive state.

"No...Hubby..." (Y/N) cries as Vash remains reanimated, suspended in water.

"He has been reborn, as a PLANT, Human words mean nothing to him anymore." The Doctor claims as (Y/N) noticed Vash's humming something, and moving.

"But what is he trying to start?." The Doctor questions as more branches and flowers started to bloom, (Y/N) held on to the branches to not fall but Meryl isn't so lucky as she stumbles back.

"You two must run! It'll only swallow you up!." The Doctor advises as (Y/N) doesn't hear any of their conversations anymore, hyperventilating at the state Vash was in, her vision growing blurry and developing tunnel vision, her heartbeat loud in her ears as she's losing grip on reality, until.

"Waaaah!." A certain baby's cry was heard, (Y/N) calms down as she looks down at the child in her arms, calming down.

"I'm so sorry, Remi." (Y/N) sobs, rubbing her forehead against the infant.

"If only...Mama's strong enough..." (Y/N) cries as the child doesn't stop crying.

"I'm so sorry, Remi, Vash..."

"Is that… a Resonation!?." The Doctor exclaims, watching it all happen

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home"

(Y/N) sings as she leans her face close to Remi, whose face is showing her PLANT marks, rubbing her nose against hers as she strokes her baby's cheek, Meryl could only watch in fascination, with the Doctor checking the vitals.

"Rain falls a thousand times

No footprints of come-and-go

You who once went by

Where will you belong?

I feel your sigh and breath

In the last blow of wind

Not yet for the story on the last page

It's not the end"

(Y/N) places a hand on the glass, looking longingly at Vash, not noticing that her hair started to grow longer rapidly, and began encasing Vash's roots, and blooming with white flowers.

"She's...subduing the process physically!?

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home

Time flows across the world

There is always a longer way to go

'Til I reach your arms

A madder there for you"

Inside Vash's mind, a young version of him sings a song, with a young version of his brother, both occupying the rec room of their youth, sitting under a tree.

"What's that?"

"It just comes to me, It calms me down when I'm nervous."

"hm..."

"Say, Nai, Do you think we can get along with humans?."

"Don't worry. No matter what happens, I will protect you."

Vash frowns as he suddenly notices his hand's glowing red and growing a flower, calling to him with a familiar voice.

"Vash....Vash...Vash..."

"Up against the stream

Waterways will join as one

Tracing to the source

No more strayed or lost

You will see petals fly

When lament becomes carol

Could you please hear my voice

That hungers for a duo?"

"I will protect you."

"No, No! You're not the one who said that!

The person who said that to me is..." Vash retaliates as their dream world disappears.

"Vash, You'll be so much happier if you stay here! Don't go. Don't go!" Knives try to coast Vash to stay, but he runs, runs away from the cause of it all

"VASH! STOP!"

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home

Time flows across the world

There is always a longer way to go

'Til I reach your arms

A madder there for you"

Vash let's the flower on his hand to float, it takes the form of the woman who raised him and runs through the field.

"Wait! Please Wait! Rem!" Vash cries out, running after the figure of Rem.

"I'm sorry, I left you all alone, But I'm glad to know I've lived on inside you all this time, thank you for protecting my dreams and my hopes...Vash..."

"♪"

"VASH!! What makes you think you can live on like this!?, Don't you remember? The Fall was you-"

"I don't think it's your fault." A memory suddenly plays in front of them, It was back at Febrari when Vash come clean to (Y/N) in their PLANT room

"You were just a child back then, and very trusting at that, how were you supposed to know your Older Brother was going to do that? their supposed to protect you not take advantage of you." (Y/N) smiles at Vash as she kneeled in front of Vash's curled form.

"And if you think it's still your fault, then I have to thank you." (Y/N) added, confusing Vash as he peers out of his curled state.

"Thank me?" Vash asks, confused.

"If you didn't cause the fall, My Grandmother wouldn't be here." (Y/N) gestures, showing the Grand PLANT who seems like bowing at him in appreciation.

"She would have had a very terrible fate if that didn't happen And I wouldn't be here because of that..." (Y/N) smiles as she leans closer to him.

"I wouldn't be here being able to love you so freely." (Y/N) admits, blushing as she does as Vash stares at her in shock, (Y/N) smiles at him proudly.

"Rem would have been very proud of you as well, ah!" (Y/N) suddenly had a though.

"What's wrong?."

"Remi, in honor of your mother, Rem, I wanna name our first baby that..." (Y/N) suddenly proclaims, as Vash lunges into her arms, he sobs, tears still fresh from his eyes, burning his face on his neck, who has her arms wrapped around him.

"I love you...no matter what." (Y/N) confirms, as Knives glares at her

"THAT WOMAN!!!!"

"Life blooms like a flower

Far away or by the road

Waiting for the one

To find the way back home

Time flows across the world

There is always a longer way to go

'Til I reach your arms

A madder there for you" As (Y/N) sings the last note, the roots began receding, and the gate behind Vash was closing, but he's still not responding.

"Wake up! Please Vash!" (Y/N) begs, tearing up.

"So you think you've outplayed me again!?." a voice growls as he crashes through the roots, glaring at (Y/N) as she turns to look at him, not noticing that her white hair got ripped that connecting from Vash's roots, leaving her with a floor-length hair, the blooming white flowers fall from what's left of her hair.

"Ms. Loverose!" Meryl exclaims as she tries to cover them.

"YOU HYBRID HARLOT!." Knives yell as he lunges after (Y/N), his metal torns itching for her, who could only turn her back on him and protect Remi from him.

Before any harm could befall them, a rope pulls them, a pistol shielded them from Knives's harm.

"Thank you, Meryl, Mayfly..." (Y/N) stare blankly at him as she teared up, beginning to smile.

"I heard your voices, too." Vash reveals as the roots began disappearing, condensed them all into a cube.

"He's controlling that huge mass by himself?." The Doctor stated in shock, as all that was left is a cube, Vash held onto them carefully especially (Y/N) as they landed on the floor.

"Hubby..." (Y/N) mutters, tears still streaming from her eyes as Vash wipes them away.

"Vash..." Knives growled, glaring at them.

"Nai, Your plan has failed. Now let's end this." Vash stated, pointing his pistol at him.

"It's not over, I won't let that be!" Knives attacked them as Vash did his best to protect them, Meryl runs and hide behind the controls, while Vash managed to push Knives away for a moment, giving him a chance to whisper something in (Y/N)'s ear.

Her eyes widen in shock as tears gathered up in them after Vash finishes, before giving her one last peck and Remi a kiss on the forehead.

"I'm sorry, I guess I won't be able to give you those nine babies..." Vash apologizes as he counters Knives's incoming attacks, as (Y/N) finally takes cover, she tries to pull Meryl with her but she's stubborn and stayed as (Y/N) fled the scene with Remi in her arms.

but not before giving the Doctor a hard slap.

________ 

Wolfwood jumps from building to building, juggling his cross and Meryl in his arms as he drops down from a building, landing on his feet and running towards armed Julai Military as  Wolfwood jumps and used one of them as a stepping stool, passing by them as he runs to get away from the city, but was stopped midway by a car blocking them.

Wolfwood points The Punisher at it but stops when the windows roll down, showing a tired mother and wife.

"Get in." (Y/N) orders as they all clambered in and she drives off, far away from Julai.

"What did Vash tell you, Ms. Loverose?." Meryl asks as (Y/N) continued to drive through the city and into the sand.

"...He's going to release the energy into outer space..." (Y/N) mutters, defeated.

"What? But if he does that...it'll blast him to pieces!." Wolfwood proclaims, as it already began, they see two bright lights, one purple, one blue, going up the stars.

"He knows..." (Y/N) mutters as she held the wheel with one hand, Remi in the other, awake and comfortable.

"He knows." (Y/N) repeats as tears fall down from her eyes, she can only look forward bravely for her child and unborn one, as the City of JuLai disappears in an explosion behind them, and the car became engulf within the disturbed sand.

______

It's been two years since that fateful July 21st. A crowd has gathered at what used to be the third city of JuLai to pay their respect, Even after two years, the pain of losing their loved ones has yet to heal. The suspect said to have murdered 90% of the city, also known as the Humanoid Typhoon, still remains at large. That demon turned the whole city into a gaping crater overnight. There is no forgetting the sorrow of loved ones taken from you. The Alliance of Cities has raised the bounty on Vash the Stampede, $$60 billion, the highest in history...

At the Loverose Mansion, (Y/N) exits the home while looking behind her, with Remi following behind her, all grown up into a fair young lady, she looks like she's around 13 through the course of 3 years, inheriting her father's looks, another one followed her, a bumbling young girl, who would have been mistaken for Remi's twin if she wasn't younger, as (Y/N) fixes her daughters' white and red dresses as well as her white one, stroking their beauty marks, and she guides them to the new greenhouse by their home, both girls holding their own umbrellas, protecting their mother from the sun as she held them both on each hand and enters the greenhouse.

Inside reveals beautiful colors of flowers that can grow without pollination, Marigolds, Feverfew, and Red Geraniums..., (Y/N)'s younger daughter looks around in excitement as she begins to run around, with Remi following close behind, making sure that she doesn't cause any trouble, as (Y/N) simply smiles at their antics, before looking at the centerpiece of the room, her wedding picture with Vash, she frowns solemnly and walks up to the portrait, a hand reaching up to stroke Vash's face, you can see that she's been repeating this action because of the wear and tear, her engagement ring glints under the light, as (Y/N) tears up, biting her lip in pain and lounging.

"Come back to us, Please..."

....To be continued till Season 2...

(A/N: PLANT growth is weird.)

[wings-of-ink]

First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

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🎃💉🦇 back at it with a fresh new ad!🦇💉🎃 not replacing anyone!

i'm a 22enby fella who's got an itch for something dark and whump-y! i write in third person, present or past tense, semi to advanced 'lazy lit' over discord! i use servers to keep things organized, and i love chatting ooc with my writing partners :} i love ovsessing over our characters, sending memes/tiktoks, sharing music, etc etc, and i'd love a partner who's the same way! i consider myself pretty active, but i do work most of the week- if i can't get a reply to you, i'll at least be active ooc. i can promise at least one reply per day (usually a lot more, but i don't wanna get anyone's hopes too high, bc again..work).

i'm looking to write some oc x oc stuff! mxm is preferred, but i'm open to potential mxf (i will be picky on this! i have a lot of mxf rps atm). polyamory is also super encouraged, but not required! and while i want to collaborate on a plot, dead dove themes are also preferred! i would also prefer to use *actor faceclaims for this! i think of it as **casting actors in our own movie, lolz. (*open to musicians, models etc as well.) when it comes to nsfw, i write switches and prefer writing against other switches, or doms. no overly submissive characters, please! just not my cup of tea, i fear.

(**about casting actors: i think it would also be super fun to format this like a movie or a tv show! with actors cast as certain characters in our plot, separation into 'episodes,' etc etc! this isn't necessary, but i think it would be neat)

onto the fun stuff 😎

alrighty! spooky season has begun as far as i care, and i'm itching to torment a new character. i want this to be my character's traumatic lore, lol. being me your worst dudes! serial killers, monsters, the worst you've got. i just want an excuse for my character to get smacked around. bring on the torture! psychological, physical, whatever! maybe my character somehow wronged yours, and yours is getting revenge in an extreme way. maybe my character was just in the wrong place at ghe wrong time. whatever the reason is, i want yours to be horrible to my fella >:) noncon, torture, blackmail- the list goes on! i'd love to include a healing journey later on down the line after all trauma (with a new character of yours against my freshly traumatized fella).

i'm open to most genres and settings, but right now, something horror themed, set in the 90s or early 2000s, would be fun! i also don't have many hard limits, but we can talk :}

let's come up with something devious together! like this post and i'll slide into your dms🎃

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[phoenixisobsessed]

Okay guys, I know there’s still a while until I’m done with the catformers, but I’m starting to wonder wtf imma do after. I still wanna be an ask blog, so I’ll leave it up to you guys what I should do!!

I might put it up again closer to the ending of catformers, if I don’t feel like enough people saw it / feel like they may have changed their minds.

MORE DETAILS ON EACH ONE:

People will send in character requests as usual, but will send in a catpicture themselves together with their ask. In this version, characters going double doesn’t matter anymore (I think) xD

Just any funny or silly picture. Can be cats, can be dogs, can be humans. Anything you’d find on r/blursedimages basically. Can even be popular drawing memes! Open for anything.

Before catformers I really just wanted to re-design a bunch of characters, and have people ask for specific characters to be redesigned. Like man idk which ones I wanna do. But I do have the Elite Trine right here. Also did some panel redraws that may also be included in this category. (Said I’d never draw IDW again LMFAOO let me just clown on myself rq)

Vines, ideas for comic skits, interactions between characters, funny trends again. I think this would be funny.

I really enjoy my OCs, so this would include drawing them and answering questions about them. Also in this is talking about the AUs and headcanons for all of the characters, including ships and such. So it’s not all OC stuff okay also others. I draw also your ships and headcanons!! (Rarepairs, hell yes! Proshippers, get the hell off of my page 🥰🙏) Will I draw your ocs? Mayhaps I will. Your ocs interacting with other characters? Your ocs interacting with MY ocs??? I’m going too far in my yapping I need to stop now sorry guys.

Just all of it. Plus, I’ll answer any whacky or silly questions you have to me about transformers (I think it again goes into point 5.) but basically people can ask for anything they mf want!! And I’ll get to it.

We want the consistent theme of cat transformers going. So I keep it as a series on my blog, maybe every second day or so, who knows, but we also want some diversity. Want to be able to spread wider and ask for other things.

Anyway, I just want to know what we are interested in keeping here, I’m open to anything really. I’ll probably either way accept asks of anything, but only openly “advertise” the blog as the thing that wins (if all of the above doesn’t win xD)

And thank you to everybody who has stuck around! I love seeing interactions from so many blogs I recognise as consistent followers of the 100 cat transformers series. Even if you think I don’t recognise your blog name every time, there is a high chance that I do! I’m not going to name you all now, but I see you (totally not creepy LMFAO). I read every single reblog I get and I love each one of them. I want you all to know that I appreciate you staying with me along the journey, being basically just as, if not more, passionate about it than me and I hope to still see you sticking around. Again, thank you all so much. <3 Couldn’t do this without you amazing people.

Sorry, I know this is a long post, but I had to just happy rant for a moment. I LOVE YOU GUYS /SRS

[satansapostle6]

The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven: Abandon All Hope

“Luke?”

“…Luke.”

“Luke!”

“Huh?!”

Luke Castellan woke with a start, gasping for air as he sat up in bed. Terrified and confused, he looked around him to get a sense of where he was, seeing Katherine beside him, looking concerned as she sat up in only her shirt and underwear that she’d gone to bed in.

“You were having a nightmare,” she told him gently, explaining the sweat he woke up in.

“Oh,” he breathed, slowly starting to remember the dream he’d been having.

“Was it Kronos again?” Katherine asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“I think I had the same dream, a few nights ago,” she told him. “About the Underworld? Tartarus? …You talk in your sleep,” she explained.

“Oh. Yeah… That’s the dream I had,” he confirmed.

He realized he’d woken up wrapped in Katherine’s arms, shivering with terror in her chest. She looked like she’d really been concerned, sitting there with her hair swept over her other shoulder to accommodate him. She reached over to the bedside table in the motel room, handing him an open bottle of water.

“Here,” she said quietly.

Luke silently nodded in appreciation to thank her, quickly gulping down the water.

“He wants us to go,” he told her, sitting up all the way, “To the Underworld. Now.”

“I know. I’m having the dreams, too… He’s angry,” she nodded.

“We should leave,” he insisted.

“Can I at least put on some pants first?” Katherine sighed, getting up.

The two of them dressed and left as quickly as possible, checking out in a hurry. They climbed into the Pontiac with their minimal possessions, speeding off toward New York.

Katherine was dressed very practically for their eventual descent into the bottomless pit of the Underworld as she drove, in a black long-sleeved thermal and matching tank top underneath. Luke observed that her hair was especially sleek and shiny in the sunlight.

“What do you think it’s like?” he asked suddenly. “Tartarus,” he clarified.

“Hellish,” she said finally, after a moment of thought. “Empty. Maddening.”

“But those are just words… I wonder what it’s gonna feel like,” Luke admitted fearfully.

“We won’t know ‘til we know,” she sighed. “Do you have the compass?”

He nodded, pulling the silver disk out of his jacket pocket to show her.

“Ares said all we have to do is concentrate on what we’re looking for, Kronos, and the arrow will point us to where his remains are,” she relayed. “So as long as we stay focused, we’ll be fine. Eventually.”

Luke nodded along, not particularly thrilled about the journey.

“Do you… also have this pit in your stomach, that feels like only the beginning?” he asked her.

Katherine nodded. “Yeah.”

A silence lingered between them as all that could be heard was the radio. Both of them were internally panicking about the task ahead.

“Hey, so I’ve been thinking,” Luke said, trying to find something to fill the time.

“Yeah?” she asked, seeming focused on driving.

“Yeah. You know, at the camp, a lot of the kids are only there for the summer, when school’s out,” he pointed out, trying to figure out how she felt. “I was thinking, since I have a good excuse… Maybe I could take a couple months, off, here and there. And we could hit the road, together?” he asked hopefully, an awkward expression on his face.

She finally looked at him, no longer locking her eyes onto a point a mile ahead on the road.

“Yeah. You should do that,” she nodded.

“You think?” he asked, glad she didn’t think he was pathetically latching onto her.

“Yeah. I think we could do this together,” she agreed. “I’ve never actually hunted with anyone full time before.”

“Yeah. It’d be like one long quest, but with two,” Luke smiled softly.

“Yeah. We’d be twice as efficient,” she remarked. “We could kill a lot of monsters.”

“Yeah. We could,” he said appreciatively.

“Let’s just hope you can keep up,” Katherine smirked, turning back to driving.

Luke chuckled, watching her as she maneuvered the car better than most of the other people on the road. He was somewhat terrified about diving into the depths of Tartarus, but somehow he was even more afraid that this girl, the cool but fiery daughter of Nemesis, wouldn’t like him.

He knew that was just what it was like to be a sixteen year-old boy, but he also knew that he saw Katherine Montalvo as much more than a simple crush. His feelings for her definitely weren’t juvenile, and he secretly hoped she could be something more than just a teenage girlfriend. Even now, he felt that knowing Katherine was permanently altering his brain chemistry.

“Can I ask you something?” Luke spoke up.

“Shoot,” Katherine nodded. “Speaking of which. Can you lock the gun in the glove box?”

He quickly did as she ask, pulling it out from under the seat where she’d stashed it earlier, figuring this wasn’t the sort of thing you could forget to do.

“Do you know anything about how your parents… you know. Got together?” he wondered. “Like, how that relationship worked?”

She paused for a moment, considering the answer to his question.

“Well… Nemesis appears to you as someone you want to take revenge on, or so my father told me,” she explained. “When he first saw her, outside of a bar, he thought she was his ex-girlfriend, Pamela.”

“He told you that part?” Luke questioned.

“Are we really still dwelling on my father’s parenting choices?” Katherine asked pointedly.

“You know what, fair enough,” he decided.

“Yeah. Anyway. Their love was… the kind of love that consumes you, you know?” she said thoughtfully. “The kind of love that makes you want to completely consume the other person. I’m not sure why, but he told me there was a lot of hate-fucking going on.”

“Oh. Yeah, I mean, I can see that,” Luke remarked, still astounded at the sort of things her father had said, and did, to her as a child. “I mean, my parents weren’t like that, but their relationship definitely wasn’t healthy either.”

“No relationship between a god and a mortal is,” Katherine reasoned, which he agreed with.

“Do you believe in that?” Luke asked.

“Believe in what?”

“The kind of love that consumes you,” he said.

“I think that’s the only love I know,” Katherine contemplated. “I don’t know how to love people… I don’t know how to do it without being ready to kill for them. That’s why I don’t anymore. Not because I don’t feel anything. But because I feel too much.”

Luke nodded without a word, knowing all too well what she meant. She was hardened and rough, but in his eyes, Katherine was the purest soul he’d ever met. She was the only one he’d ever met who seemed to care like he did. She was beautiful, not like a colorful flower or a luxurious car, but like a rage so pure it made the heart beat faster and faster.

“Honestly,” he said aloud, trying to find the right words for her, “You’re the most I’ve ever wanted to feel for a person.”

He couldn’t decipher the subsequent look on her face. There was no discernible smile, but it wasn’t a scowl, or any sort of disapproval. It obviously wasn’t a look of sadness, and it wasn’t quite excitement. Her expression was cold, but her eyes were dark and burning.

The closest word to it that he could find was just passion. Not like hate, or even like love, but just passion.

“I would die for you,” she concluded, meaning what she said. “I’ve never really had a real reason to risk my life before. I’ve done it, every day, but I’ve never actually had a reason to before.”

Luke nodded, understanding what she meant. As demigods, they were both born to be heroes. But never before had Luke understood why he saved people. “I’d die for you, too,” he promised her.

“I know,” she nodded.

“I think we’re cooler than Han and Leia,” Luke spoke up, “And better than Anakin and Padme.”

“I would agree with that,” Katherine nodded humorously.

“Do you think Kronos is going to change the world?” Luke asked. “Destroy all the monuments, and bring down all the gods?”

“I hope so,” she nodded. “But I’m hoping he destroys the world.”

Luke considered the idea for a moment, realizing that if in the near future, they resurrected Kronos and ended the world, Katherine’s face would be the last thing he saw, and her voice would be the last thing he heard.

“You know, I’m glad you’ll be with me when the world ends,” she added. “I’ve been thinking I was alone in the nightmares and the voices for too long.”

“Before the world ends…” Luke thought, considering all his options as he entertained the idea humorously. “I wanna get ice cream,” he said finally.

“Ice cream?” Katherine asked, not knowing the significance.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ve lived at the camp for years. I eat what they make and serve that day. We all do. Sometimes, they decide we’re having ice cream, and I have to try and really savor it because I never know when I’ll have it again. But I wanna go and get ice cream, of my own free will. Just because I want it.”

“We’re on the road,” she reminded him, smiling opportunistically. “We can have ice cream whenever we want. We can do anything whenever we want.”

“I know. I like it,” he told her.

They reached New York by the end of the next day. Katherine and Luke headed into Central Park with almost nothing, deeming it prudent to only enter Tartarus with the compass, their individual weapons, and the clothes on their back. They knew that keeping everything intact in a dark, bottomless pit was a fool’s errand.

“You ready?” Luke asked, looking to Katherine as they stood at the Door of Orpheus in south Central Park.

Katherine knew exactly where the entrance to the Underworld was, thanks to an old friend she’d made on the road somewhere. She nodded, steadying herself as she slowly opened her mouth to sing.

“I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time ago”

Luke stood beside her, bewitched as she sang the beautiful melody, sounding divine even with just her crude vocals. They both scanned the hidden door carefully, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Luke looked back at Katherine, eager for her to continue.

“Oh no, not me I never lost control You're face to face With the man who sold the world”

Her soothing voice was a relief to him, and the low crackling and crumbling he heard as the door opened in the large tree. The two exchanged looks, glad that it had worked.

“Shall we?” Luke asked.

“We shall,” Katherine nodded, carefully stepping through as he walked through behind her.

“Those are the main gates,” Luke recognized, looking behind them as both of their eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“Hades’ palace is that way,” Katherine looked ahead of them, “So we should be headed that way. Towards the River Cocytus.”

“Alright. Let’s go,” Luke said automatically.

“Wait,” Katherine stopped him, pulling on his arm.

“What?” he questioned nervously.

“The Underworld is dangerous. In a way that fucks with your head. We need to make sure we stay focused,” she reminded him. “I know you feel Kronos, because I do too, but I’m not sure that’s gonna be enough,” she said.

“Yeah,” Luke nodded, pulling out the compass. “Do you wanna hold onto this?”

“No,” she shook her head firmly, pushing his hand back toward him. “You should hold onto it. The Cocytus is the river of wailing. It might affect me a lot more than you,” she warned him, even if he didn’t find that believable.

Luke would’ve guessed that Katherine’s resolve would be a hundred times stronger than his.

“I’ve heard the Underworld can seriously fuck you up. So we need to stay as close together as possible; like taking a toddler to the mall,” she stated.

“So how should we do that?” Luke asked.

“Hold my hand,” she said, dead serious.

He obliged, taking her hand in his. It was an oddly familiar feeling despite the fact that they’d never held hands before. It felt like his own hand.

“I’m serious. Don’t let go,” she urged him, squeezing his hand. “We need to anchor one another. So we don’t get lost, or hurt ourselves.”

“Okay,” Luke nodded, tightening his grip on her hand. “I got you.”

“Alright. Let’s go,” she examined the compass as he held it. “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here,” she sighed.

Katherine kept her sword close to her in her pocket, touching a hand to it every time she felt extra uneasy, which was almost all of the time. The trek to the entrance to Tartarus wasn’t a necessarily long one, especially when taking into consideration the size of the Underworld in its entirety. But the longer they spent there, the more miserable and hopeless they felt.

The only comfort either of them had was the feeling of the other’s hand in their own. Luke was glad Katherine had suggested holding hands to keep one another safe. He appreciated the feeling of her hand safely on the inside of his, glad he could at least make her feel safer.

As they walked a long path near the Fields of Asphodel, full of aimless, confused souls that had lived ‘ordinary’ lives of neither good nor evil, Luke did everything he could to keep their minds off of impending doom. He could hardly see Katherine at all, so hearing her was his best chance at sanity.

For once, the two of them had to do their best to refrain from discussing traumatic or otherwise upsetting topics, to avoid losing their minds in the depths of the Underworld.

“What’s your favorite color?” Luke asked her.

“Red,” she answered.

“Red like what?”

“Red like cherries,” she thought. “What’s yours?”

“Black,” he thought. “Like the sky, when it’s almost purple.”

When he said his favorite color out loud, the first thing he really thought of when trying to remember the world above was Katherine’s dark hair, the way it looked more brown in sunlight.

“What’s your favorite food?” Katherine asked, as they began a game of unlimited questions.

“Sour cream and onion chips,” he said, earning a dry laugh. “Yours?”

“Chicken fried steak,” she remembered.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he said as they walked hand in hand.

“Pretty Woman. What about you?”

“Home Alone,” Luke remembered fondly. “I always wished I had a big family. I mean. I have hundreds of half-siblings, but something more personal than that. You know?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, looking out at the deep blue river in the distance. “Growing up… I was all alone. The only company I ever really had was my father. And you know how that went. I used to wish I had a sibling, just so I could have someone to suffer with.”

“So did I,” Luke said, surprised he’d had the exact same thought in his childhood. “My mom… she was sick. In the head. When I was seven, I thought I might be going crazy too.”

Katherine looked up at him, listening earnestly as he spoke.

“I remember, eventually, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I loved her, but I couldn’t lose my mind anymore. So I left, and I never really looked back,” he admitted. “I don’t think she really even noticed. I mean. She noticed. But I think she’s still waiting for me to walk back through the door.”

“When I was twelve, I tried to tell a teacher what my father started doing to me… But I didn’t have the right words for it then, so she didn’t understand,” Katherine recalled suddenly. “She brought it up, and my stepmom, Heather, knew what I was trying to say. She told me I was too fat for my dad to want me… And for some sick reason, that made me stop eating. I don’t think about that a lot.”

There was a long pause, as each of them felt too stuck in their own memories to do anything about it.

“Leaving my mom was the hardest thing I ever did,” Luke said in a low, regretful tone. “I was really attached to her as a kid. She was my favorite person. But I think my dad was hers. I hated him for it.”

“I was really attached to my father, too. I was like his doll; he liked to choose what I liked, and what I thought, and what I wore… When I was twelve, he bought me this Chanel perfume. He said it made me smell grown-up,” Katherine said wistfully.

“I was the reason for a lot of his arguments with Heather, especially before they got married. So the summer after sixth grade, they sent me away, to my Aunt Daisy’s. I didn’t wanna go. I cried, and cried. Eventually he screamed at me. Threw things for me to pack. The perfume ended up breaking on the floor, and my room smelled like it for days… Do you smell that?”

“What?” Luke asked.

“The perfume… I smell it,” Katherine whispered. “Coco Mademoiselle.”

“I don’t smell perfume. I smell…” Luke thought for a moment, searching his mind. “Grilled cheese. Like my mom used to make. Grilled cheese, and canned tomato soup. Every Sunday. Before… a certain point.”

“The River. Cocytus,” she murmured. “It’s affecting us.”

“Just think… happy thoughts,” he suggested, not believing it as he said it. “I always wanted a puppy…”

“We had a puppy,” Katherine thought.

“What happened to it?” he wondered.

She only looked up at him, tears shining even in the darkness. Something about the way her eyes burned into his told him it didn’t die of natural causes.

“Hey, I think we need to stop,” Luke urged her, taking both of her hands in his. “Just for a second. To get it together.”

“Okay,” she whimpered, struggling hold back tears as he wrapped her in his arms, perhaps a little too tight.

“Shhh,” he whispered, not knowing what else to do to comfort the both of them, “It’s okay. I’m right here. I got you.”

“This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt,” Katherine mumbled.

Even the strength of Luke’s arms around her was beginning to feel distant.

“Me too. I don’t like it,” he said darkly.

As they held each other close in the darkness, he felt himself beginning to tear up, like all those nights he’d cried himself to sleep as a child. To Luke, tears and darkness were synonymous. He never dared to cry anywhere but in the dark where no one could see him, even now.

“How long until we at least get to the entrance to the pit?” he asked her.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Time and distance feel different… Like they feel shorter, but they also feel like they might be longer than they feel…”

“None of this makes any sense to me,” Luke breathed, finding himself unable to.

“Ditto.”

That was the last even remotely funny thing either of them could think of.

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Chapter Eight

[purpleprincessonfyre]

We've seen Liane's 'ending' so to speak but how did she end up in that dark twisted tower to begin with? Here is the start of Liane's twisted journey as The Dark Fairy and a little bit of context in the Modern World too after Ethan discovers who's been digging up dirt on him.

OUAT AU - I'm The Problem, It's Me

Characters: Mal!Liane, Prince of Hearts!Ethan, The Dark Prince!Alexander

Also mentioned: Sleeping!Petra, King!Scott Summers, Belladonna St James

Themes: Depictions of violence, implied abuse

IB: Once Upon A Time, Maleficent and Antihero by Taylor Swift

The fae woodland was in tatters. Beautiful tall trees reduced to ugly stumps, the land torm up by footfalls, every sign of life and beauty was destroyed. Fairies lay dead on the ground, some on the verge of dying as a lone fairy walked through the wreckage, her large sweeping wings hanging limply from her shoulders as she tried to help her fellow fairies.

"Please, please be okay..." she whispered, scooping up an injured flower fairy. As she brought the fairy closer to her face she saw her struggling to breathe, fighting for her life.

"I tried to stop them...Liane I-"

"Shhh it's okay, I'll fix this. I'll find those men who hurt you."

"No Liane, please...don't stoop to their level."

And as the Fairy took her final breath, she slowly went limp in Liane's hand. A rage started to build up inside her as she gently placed her fellow fairy down on the ground, fire in her eyes as she surveyed the land she called home left to die. She screamed, an earth shaking scream that sent ripples of fire across the barren landscape, the ruined stumps set ablaze and the ground burning around her in lavender flames. The men would pay dearly.

----

Liane St James heard the doorbell in the middle of an episode of Grey's. She paused the TV and got up to answer the door and saw Bella's biological father Ethan standing on her doorstep, his jaw set, his green eyes boring holes into her head. Liane gulped and smiled nervously.

"Surprised to see you here, Mr L-"

"You've been spying on me?"

"I-"

"I went to your office to ask if you wanted to go and get coffee and saw all these pages on your desk about me and my 'chequered' past. Care to explain?"

"Ethan I-"

"I should've known. Everyone in this town is crazy! You just want to get rid of me, don't you? So you get Belladonna all to yourself-"

"Ethan!"

Liane yelled, that firey rage building up inside again like a furnace. He stopped, his eyes cold with contempt. She stepped out of the doorway to let him inside so she could explain. She was going to tell the truth. It was the least she could do after her actions got him thrown in a cell downtown. She offered him a drink but he stayed silent, sitting at the table, waiting for an explanation. Liane sighed and sat down across from him, ready to talk.

"It's a long story."

-----

Liane took to the skies in search of someone she had hoped to never cross paths with again but that she knew could help her in her needy hour. She no longer wanted justice or peace. She wanted revenge. And she knew just who could provide it to her. She scoured the skyline until a dark castle came into view, a torn flag flapping in the battlements. The Castle of the Dark Prince.

Liane landed at the gates and demanded an audience with the Dark Prince, threatening the guards with a scorching fate if they denied her. Just as the guards tried to attack her, the air turned cold as a figure appeared in a high up window of the castle.

"Men! Let the Dark Fairy in. We have business to discuss." Came the voice, laced with venom, as the guards opened the gates to let her in. As Liane entered, the Dark Prince himself, Alexander appeared at her side.

"My my you've grown...not such an ugly duckling now are you my dear?"

"I assume you know the reason for my visiting?"

"That I do....you poor thing. All those dead fairies and trees, humans are truly scum of the Earth. But you don't want them back...you don't want your home back. You want to watch them suffer....that I can help with gladly." He smiled, his teeth looking rather malevolent in the dim candlelight.

The Dark Prince led her to a tall tower filled with magical objects and such, directing her to a chair and then sat down himself, playing with a very dangerous knife playfully.

"Revenge is a delicate matter. A massacre would certainly be fun but do they even deserve death? That would be over and then there would be no way for them to suffer. I have just the thing." Alex stood up, walking towards a cabinet of cursed objects and pulled out a rather wicked looking spindle. Liane eyed it with awe.

"Poisoned?"

"Cursed my dear, not poison. No the fate of the poor soul who pricks themselves on this will be far more painful. A sleeping death, where they are still alive but are locked in a living nightmare but can never, ever awaken! But who do we curse? The king? His wife? Or his precious heir..."

The Dark Prince turned to a globe sat atop his table and waved a hand over it to reveal a sweet young princess playing in a garden happily, no older than at least 10, running around gaily with her maid.

"The Princess? She's just a child!"

"Her father ordered his men to destroy your land and your people! Why should his daughter have peace and happiness?"

"I..." There was doubt in the Dark Fairy's eyes so Alexander changed tactics, offering her a smile and taking her hand.

"I will give you much more than this curse if you want to do this. This crystal ball will give sight on anyone in the world instantly. This cloak will hide you in plain sight anywhere. And this staff will grant you some simple spells to convince others you have more power than they think."

"But-"

"You want revenge, right?" Alexander muttered, his eyes turning dark. Liane nodded, rage still blazing in her eyes. He smiled, knowing he'd got her. He handed her the spindle.

"Now I don't do any of this for free so I will need something from you...you probably won't miss it. You understand right?"

Liane nodded, blinded by her hunger for revenge as The Dark Prince circled her carefully, pulling out his blade swiftly. His grin turned wicked as he eyed her body, his gaze landing on her beautiful feathered wings.

"Now those...should do nicely. They'll look beautiful on my wall. Easy, right? And if you succeed then you can come and get them back, instantly. But if you fail...you work for me. You will do as I say, when I ask, no questions asked. Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal, sir." Liane uttered, taking hold of Alexander's outstretched hand, shaking it as the contract was sealed. He was still grinning as he brandished his knife devilishly.

"Don't you worry, you won't feel a thing..."

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"And he's been blackmailing you ever since? Shit...."

"Well not blackmailing just-"

"You're a lawyer. That's blackmail right there. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because he's the most powerful man in town. He could take away everything I love so easily, you don't understand!"

"He's a monster-"

"Ethan..."

"No he is! Holding something like that against you all these years later? We all make mistakes!"

"I know..."

Liane swiped away a tear from her cheek harshly, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. That twinging sensation ran down her back again like knives in her spine. It never seemed to stay for too long but it would show up every so often like a curse. She winced in pain and this time Ethan noticed. His eyes were full of concern as he watched her stumble to the cupboard for pain killers.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine, my back's playing up."

"Do you have arthritis or something?"

"The uh...the doctors don't actually know. I got tested a bunch years back but they never found out what causes it. I'm fine really." She rubbed her back, swallowing down pills quickly as she got back to her chair.

"You need to tell him no."

"I- what?"

"You need to tell him! Say you quit or you're done with this shit, you clearly don't enjoy prying. He shouldn't have this power over you for God's sake!"

"But what if he threatens me again?"

"Do you really care if he releases that information?"

"No..."

"Do you think Bella will care?"

"No."

"Then maybe you shouldn't care. This town is tight, they won't shun you for this. You're only human."

Liane's eyes filled with tears again as Ethan took her in his arms and hugged her gently, careful not to hurt her. This town was out to get him, but now he knew who was the ringleader. And he wouldn't hold it against his daughter's adoptive mother any longer.

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Liane awoke inside a dark room, dimly lit by a few smoky candles. As her vision adjusted she started to see the crystal ball on a table, the cloak hung on a stand, the staff leaned against the dirty bricks and a number of bottles and vials lining the wall. As she tried to stand she suddenly felt strangely lighter than usual, struggling to keep her balance. As she reached for her wings to try and steady herself she felt nothing but two jagged stumps on her back, the edges raw. And then she remembered the deal.

Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to her feet, taking hold of the staff to steady herself, looking out the window. She was now surrounded by a thick dark forest of trees and briars, in a tall tower that was just for her. She'd given up her wings for revenge. So now she had to hold up her end of the deal. She looked at the crystal ball and whispered to it.

"Show me the Princess Petra."

The ball filled with smoke and revealed a young Princess surrounded by gifts and guests, giggling and smiling. Her tenth birthday. The King was smiling too, grinning like the cat that got the cream. That made Liane's blood boil. Her eyes turned dark as she slipped on the cloak and looked at the staff.

"Take me to the Royal Castle of King Scott."

In a flash she appeared in the centre of the party, the guests falling quiet, the birthday girl turning to face the new stranger, the King's blood running cold as he saw the eyes under the hood, horns jutting out of the hood.

"Well well, what a glittering assemblage, Your Majesty. I'm quite disturbed to have not received an invitation to the darling child's birthday..."

"You weren't wanted, you vile woman!" The King spat, urging guards to approach.

"Ah ah, manners. I too wish to bestow a gift upon the sweet child. Before the sun sets on her 16th birthday...she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a sleeping death! From which she will NEVER awaken!" Clouds of magic and smoke swirled around her as she raised her staff, the spell sticking to the young Princess as she spoke.

"Her only chance of waking...if she receives true Love's kiss! Enjoy what few birthdays you have left little Petra!"

"Get her!"

But as the guards descended on her she disappeared again, back to her tower. Now she had to wait. She really hadn't thought this through. But True Love's Kiss didn't exist so she would succeed. And as far as The Dark Fairy knew, everything was going according to plan.

Meanwhile, back in the dark castle, Alexander surveyed the scene from afar, smirking to himself at the Dark Fairy's actions.

"Poor naive fairy. If only she knew..." muttered The Dark Prince softly, stroking Liane's wings gently. And then he broke into a laugh, a cruel laugh that echoed through the entire castle. She wasn't going to get away that easily.

Hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned for the next part of Liane's Villain Arc where the tables are going to turn rather quickly....

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Oh hey, I wrote a fanfic.

Pairing: Leon x Luis (Leon is FTM trans)

Rating: 18+!!! There is SEX, DO NOT TOUCH THIS WITH A TEN FOOT POLE IF YOU ARE NOT 18!!

Themes: Light oral sex, PiV sex, breeding, slight size difference, and implied bromance. I suck at labeling, there’s comedy and a bit of fourth wall breaking.

Terms used to refer to anatomy are based on pornography: Cock, Pussy. If that’s not your thing, I suggest moving along.

A Bit of Bromance on the Road

Continuing his rescue mission in Spain, Leon S. Kennedy stumbled upon a strange man named Luis Serra. Luis was a bit of a cocky asshole, and Leon didn’t trust him at first. However, he is much further along in his journey and has taken a liking to Luis’ softer and more likeable side. Leon reunited with Luis in a mine-shaft below the castle. However, he was becoming too tired to walk.

“Oi Leon, you okay?”, Luis said with concern.

“I’m fine, just gotta hurry up and find Ashley.” Leon replied, eyes fixated on the way ahead. He began to stumble, but was caught by Luis before he fell to his knees. Luis’ hands landed on his firm chest and abdomen, which caused something he’d been keeping down to stir in him. He looked up back at Luis.

“Thank you.” he said with hoarseness in his voice.

“You need to rest, man.” Luis said.

“No, no time for rest.” Leon croaked out.

“Senor, your body clearly isn’t taking your ‘no’.” Luis replied. He helped Leon over to the glowing purple flame nearby. This was always a beacon of hope, a strange man in a trench coat was always there to sell wares, buy Leon’s junk, and fix his weapons. As well, he ran a shooting range that seemed to be some pocket dimension he could just carry with him. Just go with it, trust me bro.

“Got some good things on sale, str- oh my.” The merchant said. Luis nodded at the man as he walked Leon over to the door of the shooting range. There were comfy chairs and food in there, as well as the fact that it was a more comfortable environment. He let Leon down in the elevator with a big huff.

“Oye, *huff* you are one *huff* big Yanqui.” Luis said, catching his breath. He pushed the button and the elevator went down. Leon’s eyes were already getting tired, barely staying open. Luis knew that his state wasn’t a result of the plaga, rather, it was genuine exhaustion from all he had been through. Leon had spent days awake on this campaign, only for his objective to constantly slip out of his grasp. Poor Ashley had been carted around like terrified cattle while he’d moved mountains to try and save her. Once again, she was out of his sight, and that terrified him to no end, however, his body was giving into its natural need for sleep.

Using all the bro power he could muster, Luis hauled Leon’s deadweight into the room and clumsily laid him out like a marionette on one of the loveseats. Leon was fast asleep at this point, drooling and completely limp. Luis sat down in the opposite chair, recovering from his herculean effort. He sat there for a moment and just watched Leon sleep, his silky blonde hair slightly concealing his visage, his normally tight, burly body melting into the surface that held him, and his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Not even a gunshot would wake that man up at this point, but Luis couldn’t help but feel the vulnerability coming off of him. He looked so tender and holdable in that state, which caused Luis to think about his feelings.

After a seemingly indefinite amount of time, sitting in the carnivalesque room which could have been detached from their known plane of existence, Luis stood up and approached Leon. He crouched beside the sleeping man and pushed his hair to the side, gently, so as to not wake him. He now had a full view of Leon’s beautifully sculpted face, complete with perfect cheekbones, cute little moles, deep-set eyes, and a forward pointing nose. Luis had a twinge of guilt in him, but his curiosity was beginning to get the better of him. His fingers moved to touch the soft, plush skin of Leon’s face; it nearly felt like touching velvet. He felt his heart beginning to pick up in pace as well as his breathing get heavier, but the most noticeable thing was that his pants were beginning to feel a bit tight. Not good.

Leon’s eyes began to open, and eventually focused to see Luis sitting in the chair in front of him with his legs crossed.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Luis said with a smirk. Leon sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Wha-how long was I out for?” Leon said in a groggy daze. Luis just shrugged his shoulder, but refused to make eye-contact with Leon. “What?”

“Uhh, nothing? You need a few more moments?” Luis said, a bit of shake in his voice. Leon raised his eyebrows, but began to stand. “W-wait! Don’t you want to shoot a few pirates before we head out?”

“I am on a mission here; I can’t just stop and play games.” Leon said. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Luis knew he was losing this battle, so he uncrossed his legs, made a disappointed face, and gestured to his bulging pants. “There, happy?”

“You seriously don’t want to get moving because you have a boner?” Leon said, staring back motherfuckerly. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it, not only because Luis was pointing to it, but because he could see it had some size to it. Leon averted his eyes, but his face began to flush a bit.

“Leon?” Luis said. Leon shook his head and turned around, ready to walk into the elevator, but halfway through his walk, he stopped, turned back, and approached Luis, who was also ready to get up. He put his hand on his chest and came closer.

“Fine. We’ll take a break.” Leon said, not looking into Luis’ eyes. “Can I?” he didn’t finish the sentence.

Luis paused for a moment. “Yes.”

Leon then undid the belt and zipper on Luis’ jeans, sliding them down. There was only one more barrier separating him from seeing Luis’s big cock. Precum had already started soaking the fabric at the highest tip. Leon’s breathing began to pick up, his hot breath grazing Luis’ covered member. He then pulled them down to reveal it, and boy was it big. Luis himself was only about half Leon’s size when it came to muscularity, but he was packing some serious heat, and not just in his holster. With desire and nervousness, Leon’s tongue contacted the caramel-coloured shaft. Luis felt an instant jolt of pleasure wave through his body, swelling him up even more.

“Oye, that’s good…” Luis said.

Leon didn’t respond, he simply kept licking up and down the shaft, warming up to the act. He wanted this so badly, but couldn’t have it for obvious reasons. He felt arousal stirring up in himself; he felt his nipples grow hard underneath his spandex shirt, and his blood rushed to all the vital areas in his body. He felt a tingling sensation in his pussy, which is the first indicator that he was getting wet and ready for sex.

He stopped for a moment and started taking off his harnesses and holsters. He pulled off his shirt, pants, and underpants, revealing his large, sculpted body adorned with a swollen, fleshy mound between his legs. Leon was quivering he was so aroused.

“I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with all you’ve got.” Leon said with seriousness.

“But Leon, I don’t have a condom.” Luis replied with worry.

“Just do it. Breed me.” Leon said.

With that, Luis stood up and took his pants off completely. His hard cock was now pointing directly at Leon as he laid back and spread his legs. Luis mounted on top of him and pushed the tip of his cock at Leon’s entrance. Leon let out a small gasp, he was so ready. Luis then pushed inside, sending waves of pleasure shooting up Leon’s spine, causing him to bite his lip.

Luis picked up the pace, fucking him in mating-press position, his wet cock being gripped as it pumped in and out of Leon’s wet, swollen pussy, his balls bouncing up and down. Leon was being absolutely shaken by this, deep, penetrating pulses of pleasure rising and rising as he bottomed out.

“Dios mio, I’m cumming!” Luis exclaimed. Leon then wrapped his strong legs around Luis’ waist and squeezed him with the grip of an anaconda, forcing him to penetrate as deep as possible.

“Nnnhhh, ahhh!!” Leon exclaimed as he came. His entire body quivered, pulsated, and spasmed. Luis’ cock throbbed inside of him as cum began to leak out between the cracks of the contact they’ve made. Luis pulled out, allowing more thick, white cum to pour out of Leon. The men panted as they rode out their orgasms, with Luis collapsing on Leon’s big body.

“Ho.ly. shit.” Leon said. Luis just nodded back at him.

“Ehm, I hate to interrupt your bonding experience, but don’t you two have a lady to save?” a familiar, cockney accent chimed in from the intercom.

With semen still spilling out of him, Leon quickly dressed himself again, running for the elevator.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Luis scrambled through the closing doors as he held up his pants and fumbled with his belt.

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I GET WHAT YOU MEAN ABOUT THE PERIDOT THING. I used to roleplay her on animal jam and it literally changed my identity forever gaga me loved her so much

THATS SO BASED LIKE?? SHE FR CHANGED ME AS WELL BUT OK THIS GONNA BE A LONG ONE ILL USE THIS TIME TO RAMBLE

OK BUT NO LIKE i grew up with steven universe like i got into it in s1 like shoooortly before jailbreak and all that stuff. but i wasn't THAT into it until we got more peridot centric episodes in season 2 and i instantly just became really attached to her

i'd always call her just like me and i'd draw her on my stuff sometimes and even draw my sona dressed in themed clothing after peridot and my old discord name even WAS peridot. i'd even pick up things she does and you fucking know i'd go around going "nye hehehehehehe!!" like her laugh. i even painted a triangular rock to look like peridot and sometimes when i felt bad i'd sit down on my bed and pretend i am chatting with peridot bc i didn't trust to open up to people :sob:

and also for a while i genuinely fictionkined her hard but i don't really kin like that anymore despite my Wonderful Undescribed Nonhuman Status. gotta love those 2016 questioning days. was something

but like, steven universe made me not only realize i am queer (and undertale also) but it also opened my eyes to neurodivergent communities. i didn't know what was wrong with me aside from having an adhd diagnosis. and like. i always related to peridot and what she does and she experiences. then i heard people headcanoning her as autistic aside from aroace (WHICH MEANT A LOT TO ME TOO BECAUSE I AM AROACE AND GREW UP AROACE. I HAD NO OTHER REP. I WAS SO HAPPY THERE WAS A CHARACTER WHO JUST "WASNT INTO IT" I FELT SO SEEN.)

and i was like huh autism i keep hearing its a bad thing but these people are nice. its similar to what i experience.

so i begin learning more about that. and i learn more about myself. and i stop being as hard to myself, because i finally understood a bit of "what was wrong with me" i just grew up completely untreated with anything in a horrible school system that just... made me give up on everything. but this gave me hope!! i knew there was people like me and i knew there were explanations! it wasnt because i was a bad person!! it was because i was just different!!

and even if i didn't know many people like me - i had a character to relate to who followed me through this journey. and it was peridot!!

she's just. herself. and she isn't punished or hated for it! and that meant a lot to me.

i would have probably discovered these things myself anyway - but not as early and not in the same way if it wasn't for me just seeing myself in peridot and liking her a whole lot. her confidence n just being her "weird" self just made me feel seen and welcome. i do that i am weird!! yes!!!!!!!!!!! HISSING AT PEOPLE REPRESENTATIOUN

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Digimon Survive, Mistakes and Moving On Part 5: Truthful

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Takuma Addition]

Day 7 of Survive Week: Farewell

This part will focus on the Truthful Route, and what it means for the story, exploring how this route connects to the larger themes of the game.

Were almost at the end! When I started this I didn't expect to make a series of meta posts but I'm honestly glad I did, there really fun to write and I like talking about this game so much.

Spoilers for: parts of Moral, parts of Wrathful, parts of Harmony and all of Truthful CWs: Death, abandonment

Children's Sacrifices

As I briefly touched on in Moral, the Kemonogami world is being sustained by children's sacrifices and Ryo and Shuuji's deaths are connected thematically. You are lead to believe that without Ryo and Shuuji, your journey would flow smoother, that without them your goal can be more easily achieved.

But that's not true, Shuuji and Ryo's deaths are what causes Truthful to be locked, you can't get the best ending without them.

But aside from Shuuji and Ryo, the cast of Survive is filled with children who are seen as disposable, and some of them have been taken advantage of for one reason or another. Kaito and Miu are the best example of this, both of them felt abandoned by there parents because of how they treated them after the stalking incident and were ostracized when they moved.

And the ones who aren't seen as disposable are usually trying to keep a "persona", one that's often likable and "not bothersome". Saki acts carefree and open because she's scared of people hating her, Aoi is responsible and patient even if it harms her and in Wrathful specifically she is very concerned about proving that she's "right" and Minoru forces himself to maintain a happy-go-lucky demeanor and jokes around to ignore his problems.

There's seemingly a divide here between "bad kids" and "good kids" but both camps suffer anyway. Because it doesn't matter if your the goodest kid to ever exist or someone that was kicked out of hell for being too bad. Because there's always the chance you'll be "sacrificed" for the greater good, used by others for there own gain, abandoned for no good reason.

Even before the events of this game, people that believed in the Kemonogami would sacrifice children to the for good harvest or prevent disasters, sacrificing them for "the greater good"

And one of these kids is the main villain of this story, Haruchika. Haruchika Truthful is called Truthful because the cast is finding out the "Truth" of this world, and the history behind the villain they've been facing this entire time.

You see, some time in the past, (Wikimon says the Kamakura period but I can't find the text in game that says that so-) there was a lot of war and strife so five children were sacrificed for "the greater good," those five children harnessed the power of the "God Beasts" also knows as the Four Sovereign Masters, and the one who orders them all, Fanglongmon.

Haruchika was one of these children, offered up by his sister, Yukiha Minase. The feelings of hatred and betrayal that he felt from this is what created The Master in the first place.

The four other children sealed him away, turning them into ghosts in the process. But that really didn't do anything to stop him, and he's been able to drag people into the Kenomogami world and use them to sustain it. Until now.

The main villain of Survive only exists because of a "sacrifice for the greater good" and his hatred of his is only able to continue because all the ghosts did was to seal him away.

Even the ghosts acknowledge their failure, and hope that the cast can do the thing they couldn't do. Save Haruchika.

Takuma and the rest, when asked, hesitates a bit, because Haruchika is trying to End The World, has been trying to kill them all, and has abducted Miyuki. Why should they help him? Because it's the right thing to do.

Seiryu Ghost: The boy is simply drowning in anger Seiryu Ghost: If you can bring him to his sense, this entire world will be saved! Seiryu Ghost: So please, help him-help Haruchika. Takuma: (The Master-Haruchika. The mastermind behind all of this. Is he also a casualty of power?) Takuma: (I can't forgive him for throwing the world into chaos, and abduting Miyuki...) Takuma: (I can't say I'll save him for sure. Who knows if our power will work on the Master.) Takuma: (Still...If someone's in trouble, and only we can handle it, there's only one answer.)

Sealing him away does nothing, killing him means that the worlds will take forever to connect again, leaving him alive and unchanged means he's able to hurt others again, but helping him, however means that the worlds can unite slowly and peaceful.

So they do, they help him, they bring him back to his senses, and Haruchika cries, the guilt of his actions weighing him down, but his sister is there to bring him to a place where this sad, angry, hurt, boy can finally rest.

Conclusion

Digimon Survive, like most Digimon properties, is a deeply empathetic work. It's about doing the right thing even if it's hard, it's about sacrifices and bad kids and kids who are trying there best to not mess up horribly. It's about how we fail the people around us and how we have to do better.

And it's one of my favorite works of fiction ever.

Ending Notes: The Takuma addition has also been posted so if you want you can go read that! I've wanted to get into the "bad kid/good kid" Survive subtext since Part 1, very happy I finally get to explore it. Writing this series of essays made me realize how many games I've been playing with similar themes, I seem to have a type when it comes to what themes I enjoy in a story-

While I think Truthful isn't as great as the rest of the game I do like how it connects with the games themes and what not. I really wish Haruchika was fleshed out a bit more, the villain of Survive being another sacrificed child, thus making the entire conflict of the game be caused by a sacrifice for "the greater good" just works so well thematically.

Honestly just generally while I don't think Truthful is as great as the rest of the game I really like what it does for it thematically. It kinda unites

I know Haruchika and his sister mainly parallels The Professor and Miyuki but I feel like Kaito, Miu and Dracmon and Aoi, Saki and Labramon are the stronger parallels. Feel like there's a stronger connection with the Harmony and Wrathful routes than the Minase siblings we know...

Survive week is created by: @surviveweek

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Newest Update:

Weight is all new low of 235.4 as of today! Last month with the honeymoon wasn’t as productive as I usually am, but I’m still very glad I didn’t gain much weight! I ate absolutely HORRENDOUS on my honeymoon. All the food and all the food I usually don’t eat. But I went right back on track after coming back (as doctor had said to) and the weight I did gain fell right back off, WITH EXTRAS.

On honeymoon I weighed before, and after coming home and only gained 1.6 lbs! I ate like garbage but walked around 70 (read it again, SEVENTY) miles within that week. It actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.

Finally updated my tracker and was upset it skipped from week 13 to 16, but then I look at just how far I’ve come since October (a very short 3.5 months ago) and I’m immediately humbled.

I couldn’t even take my swimsuit because it no longer fits! Wayyy too loose! I’d be indecent af.

Many a rides I would not have been able to do (simply from not fitting) 60 pounds ago. I cannot wait for Six Flags to open so I can ride all the rides at my new all time low!

I’m also having MULTIPLE people comment on the weight loss! It’s getting super noticeable!

I also got to experience easily finding my size clothing in a theme park store! Got a shirt and a jacket both are baggy (could’ve went a size down tbh) and had no issues since they were a smaller size 😊

I’m hoping you guys have had a great month since I’ve updated and I wish you all the best of luck in your journey! 🍀🍀🍀