#i miss writing for bdas :(

[the-kr8tor]

Halo, Katy sissy~ How were you? :3 I was crying over Mitski's "Francis Forever", because it reminds me of early Bdas Hobie and how he yearned for MJ while R can only watch... UUHHUHUUUU HERE ME OUT PLSS just some parts 🙏 The lyric: "I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be... But I don't think I can stand to be where you don't see me..." Honestly, this part gives me the vibe of how obsessed Hobie was with revenging for MJ, how much he's like merely a shell of what he used to be you know... BUT... it also could be for R when she finally noticed herself falling for Hobie and she just can't admit, because Hobie still only sees MJ (from her view) just maybe... Lyrics: "The autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by..."

NEED I SAY MORE!?? So early Bdas! Hobie coded I'm afraid, your honor 😞 You have no idea how many times I screamed "please just talk, you dum dums!" while reading. I would make them smooch at some parts in I could lolol In conclusion, they are Mitski coded lovesick fools<3 Thank you for visiting my yapperton,~ Love you~ (Also, take care of urself. I'll be watching u from the wall HEHEHEHEHH) -🦊

Hello, foxy! I'm doing okay, hope you're doing well ❤️

Omg i love that song! I think it's in the bdas playlist actually! But I'm not so sure.

IWJSOWNSNW YEESS THE LYRICS ARE PEAK BDAS!!! Mitski is for bdas while hozier is for tf and opin! Meanwhile laufey is for ttn!!!

The court of katy sentences this song as BDAS coded

HAHAHHAHA I do that too and I'm the author!

I love visiting yapperton population: me and 🦊

(I think you ARE actually living inside my walls bc I was just outlining the first part of bdas 2 literally a few hours ago!!) You take care too my love ❤️❤️❤️

[1moreff-creator]

Extra DRDT CH2 Episode 12 Thoughts

Heya! After making my last post where I just live-blogged my immediate reaction to the episode, I had a few more thoughts that I figured I should write down somewhere. They’re all too small for their own posts, but I still think they’re worth sharing.

Spoilers for CH2 EP12

CW: Murder, hanging, suicide.

The Water Thing

This episode brought up two interesting points which had rarely, if ever, been discussed within the fandom: Arei’s body swinging, and her body temperature and its connection to water. And while I’m relatively sure I saw one or two people mention the swinging at some point, the temperature issue is certainly a new one.

The swinging was explained in the trial: Arei’s body was hung shortly before it was found. But J says something interesting; the corpse should have been warm, unless it was drenched in water and dried. Paraphrasing a bit, but you get the point.

However, I actually don’t think this is a big deal, just adds a slight addendum to previous murder theories. We know the killer dumped the fish in the playground to confuse time of death, so I believe the killer likely splashed Arei with the water to cool her down. This is assuming they even thought about the body temperature, but I don’t think this is a large assumption to make.

I have seen people claim that Arei’s hair looks somewhat wet in the BDA, which… maybe? Anyways, this idea would explain that as well.

This might even give us Possible Explanation Number I Lost Count for the damn missing glove. Maybe it got particularly wet and the culprit worried it wouldn’t dry quickly enough? If people discovered a dripping wet bowling glove, the whole “using fish to confuse the time of death” thing would kinda go straight out the window. I have no idea if that makes any amount of sense, I don’t see why the glove would dry any slower than the rest of her clothes, but oh well.

Arturo’s Talent, and his Recap Foil: Levi

(Here’s the link to the original Recap Foil Theory post by gleamingtempest, in case you don’t know what I’m talking about).

Kinda forgot this was a thing when first watching the episode, but now looking back on it, there’s some neat foiling going on. Levi and Arturo’s backstory already were somewhat opposites in some aspects: Arturo got away from home himself while Levi was disowned, though Levi seems to hold a higher degree of respect for his family in comparison to Arturo. Levi is (now confirmed!) a murderer with no remorse, while Arturo accidentally caused Felicity’s death to some extent and clearly feels guilty about it. Etcetera.

Well, we can add a new detail to this foil! Arturo’s been training his talent since he was twelve, while Levi has admitted since introduction that he’s “a novice to fashion.” Neat detail, and certainly adds to this theory.

Terumin VS Xanvid

Thanks to Haru for pointing this out, but Teruko’s “I’ll fix my mistake” echoes Min’s “I’ll fix your mistake” from her Argument Armament. As I mentioned in the linked post, it’s cool that Teruko is taking a sort of Min-like attitude to her mistakes while calling Xander out, while David is taking Xander’s side in the same trial he calls Min pathetic. Foils and all that.

(Doomed Yuri V Doomed Yaoi, fight!)

This makes me hopeful that Min will still have some importance later. But I’m probably just coping.

What Was David Cooking?

I am kinda sick of talking about this man, frankly. I blame the almost three hour video I made on his MV. But oh well, he’ll stop being center focus soon enough. For now, His Deal is still one of the most central aspects of the episodes, so discuss him I will.

There are two big points of contention with what he said this trial. First, what does he remember about Xander? Second, what was he actually trying to do by pretending to be Arei’s murderer?

The first is pretty simple to assume, I think. David remembers whatever Xander did to become the Ultimate Rebel, and respects him as a result. Especially since Xander’s numeral I in LGI, the Footnote 14 code solved by y-prime, is “I have always looked up to you.”

I don’t think David has Hope’s Peak memories, despite his weird wording with “even if you all lost a year of memories.” He specifically says he and Xander had never met in his Prologue introduction, before they had any real reason to believe they’d lost memories. The LGI video also doesn’t add anything, because… well, it’s not a Milgram MV. It doesn’t come from his memories, it exists purely in meta. This is evident from the comments referencing Byakuya, Nagito and Kokichi, characters these people should have no knowledge of as Veronika claims not to remember anything like the DRDT killing game happening before; certain references to conversations and details David shouldn’t be aware of (mainly in numeral placement), etc.

(While I was writing that, the dev seemingly clarified that David does not have Hope’s Peak memories, then deleted the tweet, so. Just in case, there’s the full reasoning)

The second one is trickier. David is following Xander’s ideals, but that’s all we know. We don’t have a concrete idea of what Xander’s ideals really were, and it’s even harder to know what David thinks Xander’s ideals were.

David: I’m sure he had a good reason. I believe that he did. Xander is not the kind of person to do anything for frivolous purposes.

He believes Xander had a good reason for trying to kill Teruko, he says he’s sure of it, but he never implies to know exactly what the reason was. And if he doesn’t know the exact reason, he can’t for sure say what ideal Xander was upholding by doing what he did.

But, he knows what Xander was trying to do; kill everyone. Because if it was just Teruko, he wouldn’t have tried to mislead people with the CD thing. Although, Xander was following that one note that said to “kill Teruko Tawaki,” so it could potentially be targeted.

So, taking credit for Arei’s murder to try and kill everyone is because Xander tried to do something similar. But the deeper reason he gave, about the nature of the killing game, is it true?

(Apologies in advance for the particularly horrible collage. I am without a reliable computer atm)

David [Annoyed]: Ugh, fucking fine. You want an answer so badly? Any answer?

[Face covered] …

I…

[Sweating] Ah… We’re… in a television show, after all. That’s… what MonoTV said, right?

“Entertainment” is an ongoing show.

If Min successfully got away with the very first murder and escaped while we all died, isn’t that way less interesting for a TV show?

What’s the point of roping 14 other people into one murder, only to kill them all off immediately?

The killer is supposed to fail and get executed. We’re all supposed to catch the killer, again and again, and participate in trial after trail. You’re *supposed* to try to survive.

All of you, who are trying to slice these class trials to continue living on are playing straight into MonoTV’s hands.

[Confident] As if I’ll accept that.

I don’t care how low I’ll sink, or how despicable I’ll have to become. I’ll do anything to carry on Xander’s ideals by ending this killing game, even if it means that I have to dirty my hands.

Oh, this man is lying out his ass.

This is not an answer you hesitate over if it’s true. The words David is saying are neutral; the show is meant for entertainment, and it’s not entertaining if people die early. There’s no controversy there, no reason to be nervous. Especially since Eden’s already come to the same conclusion.

Veronika: You know, Eden once thought of an interesting plan to end the killing game. Based on everything we know, it could theoretically work.

[…]

To make a television show so boring they have no choice but to shut it down.

All we have to do is nothing.

You’re not supposed to be sweating when you’re effectively repeating something Eden said, even if under a different context.

First, David says he’ll give “any answer”, already making anything he says shady. Then, he seems to deliberate on what to say, which is already suspicious.

The most notable thing is that when he starts talking about the TV show, and what it means for it to be entertaining, he still hesitates. If his plan really was to make the TV show boring, once he decides to spill the beans, there’s nothing to hesitate about.

He only regains his confidence at the end, ironically when he’s saying the actually insane stuff. He finally finds the character he was trying to play and actually says something true; he wants to uphold Xander’s ideals and end the killing game. But I really don’t think it’s because he wants to make it boring.

In other words, he’s not lying about wanting to follow Xander and end the killing game, but his explanation about the entertainment has nothing to do with that. It’s way too simple of an explanation for the amount he hesitates. At least, that’s what I think, I may be wrong.

That brings us to the question; if he didn’t take the blame to make the game boring, why did he do it?

Well, currently and without too much confidence, I believe it has to do with Xander’s secondary goal; killing Teruko Tawaki.

One of the most well-accepted theories in the community is that David’s secret, “everything in your life is worth killing over [and] the killing game is all your fault,” isn’t Xander’s, but Teruko’s.

(In fact, side theory: I’m betting (on little evidence) that by the end of the trial, it will be David with his fanboy knowledge to point out that the “survivor’s guilt” secret that Min “received” was actually Xander’s, and reveal by process of elimination (since it’s likely going to be revealed in the trial that Hu has Veronika’s secret and Veronika has Hu’s, assuming those theories are true) that Min has the poison secret. It’s a bit of a wild prediction, but I think it’s a reasonable possibility to how the series would go about confirming the secrets of the dead)

That, combined with the fact that Xander followed a note that told him to kill Teruko, would certainly be enough for David to decide that Teruko’s gotta die. And killing everyone in the class trial is probably the best way to ensure that happens, since David probably doesn’t hunk attacking her directly is a good idea. If Xander, physically the strongest student in the cast, couldn’t get past Teruko’s luck, what the hell is David supposed to do? Especially now that she carries a knife, though I’m not sure David knows that.

It’s not even that out of nowhere; in the LGI video, Teruko’s numeral XIII appears next to a quote regarding the child of Omelas among other things. Very long story (skip to 1:22:22 in this video for the full explanation), but the child of Omelas is someone who must suffer so everyone else can live in a perfect world. It’s possible David thinks of Teruko, for one reason or another, as the Omelas child; she’s gotta die so everyone can be happy. She is someone “deeply unloved” after all.

Now, is this a stretch? Certainly. But I don’t think David’s telling the truth about his motivations, and I think this is one of the more likely options as to what exactly he was cooking here. I’m sure there’s better explanations out there, I just haven’t seen them :v

David VS Whit

I kinda skipped over the “Red Herring pun to David Freakout” line at first, but I think it’s pretty interesting that David gets so mad at Whit’s behavior. They are Recap Foils, so it makes sense they’d have strong emotions towards each other.

In particular, I’d like to point out how David gets mad at Whit for something similar to what he does as a motivational speaker.

I mentioned it in the previously mentioned section of my LGI analysis, but I believe part of the reason David hates Teruko is that he sees himself in her (pessimistic, thinks the world won’t change, etc), and this would be the other side of that. David constantly says things he doesn’t believe to make people happy, and he considers that to be pretty stupid, so it makes sense for him to get frustrated when seeing Whit doing something similar, trying to raise spirits by telling jokes. Looking at Whit is sorta like looking in a mirror, and David hates that. The mirror in LGI is labeled “reflection is due” for a reason.

I’m not fully sure this works 100%, but I think it’s at least worth considering.

Updates on Eden!Culprit Levi!Accomplice

In case you’re new here, here’s a link to my post detailing the Eden!Culprit Levi!Accomplice theory, which I came up with alongside some other theorists, and is what I currently believe the murder to be. My thoughts on possible character motivation and the such have shifted a bit since then, but the important part is the physical evidence. In particular, the combination of Lockdown Logic to determine Eden most likely took the tape from the gym and the Fish Timeline to determine someone else must have helped her get the fish, combined with the overly complicated murder method which I describe in detail, leads me to believe Eden is the blackened, and Levi helped her kill Arei.

I’m not going to talk about other theories, I’ll let the dedicated theorists perfect them with the new evidence in their own time. But, how does this theory change?

On the surface, uh, not much. We haven’t talked method much, after all.

(Side note, I know some people are bothered by how long that’s taking, and while I kinda get it, I’m not bothered by it. We’re in no rush; I prefer it if all the character conflict is addressed at some point, even if it delays talking about the actual method. Better than it going unaddressed, after all)

The only change is adding that they splashed Arei with water to hide her body temperature, but as discussed, that’s a minor change.

The big wrench thrown into this theory is the end, because��� I’ll be honest, dear audience, I have no clue what Levi’s cooking here. Like, at all. Zero read on why he’s revealing his secret. I could try to speculate, but I can’t find any fully satisfactory answer even outside the Levi!Accomplice theory. Nothing makes sense to me, so I’ll just wait for the next episode before trying to read into it.

There is one unrelated thing I want to bring up, though, and it’s related to Levi’s possible motivation. I know this is one of the biggest sticking points in the theory (obviously), so I’d like to talk about it.

As a refresher: although alternate ideas have been offered, my current guess is that it has to do with his desire to be a good person, and the fact he considers Eden a good person. Cue the whole “A Good Person” hidden title behind “All That Glitters.”

Levi: Perhaps I messed up yesterday. But I want to move on. I want to keep trying to become ‘a good person,’ like you, Eden.

The idea goes like this. Levi thinks Eden is good, and so he wants to do good by her. Based on the secret quote in the code of his character page, we can tell he prefers to speak through actions. He’s a bold action man, and that can cause him to come off as heartless.

Levi: I always believed that a person is defined by their actions alone. But maybe that’s just a poor excuse for my heartlessness.

My personal theory (again, other Levi motives are possible) assumes that Levi believes someone will win the killing game eventually (and this is an assumption, I won’t deny it), and if only one persona can escape, he’d rather it be Eden than anyone else. Again, “good person.” Levi will die, sure, but unless he becomes a blackened himself, he’s going to die regardless whenever someone gets away with murder.

Now, this isn’t anything drastically different than what I said in the theory post, so why am I bringing it up?

Well, the thing is… Doing something horrible, throwing away your own life and those of most of your peers, all for the sake of the one you’ve deemed to be “a good person”…

Now where have I heard that before?

David: But doing “good” things requires sacrifice. Sometimes that sacrifice is being seen as a good person.

Even if doing something makes you hated, if that action is for a greater good, then it’s an action you have to take.

Xander is a good person. He’s the only good person I’ve ever known. I swear, I’ll follow in his footsteps and—

Huh. Funny how that works.

My point is that not only is “doing good by the only good person here” now a pre-established line of reasoning these characters can have, Levi doing such a thing for Eden would be a very interesting parallel to what David tried to do for Xander.

This isn’t evidence, to be clear. Just because one guy does it, doesn’t mean a completely unrelated dude is gonna do it too. But I’m calling it now as a potentially interesting parallel to explore, either in canon if I’m right or, like, an AU if I’m wrong :v

That said, I will point out that Hu’s capital G Girlboss Moment is directly after this, the one where she chews David out for deciding what’s best for all of them without consultation. And a little bit afterwards, Levi starts acting weird, apologizing for being useless, revealing his secret, etc. These two things could be connected, if Levi is, like, having second thoughts after that.

I could see a world where Levi’s trying to bring the conversation towards the right answer without fully committing to it, only for something or someone to somehow convince him back to accomplice-hood middway through it. I find that immensely unlikely, to be clear, but again, I genuinely have no idea what Levi’s trying to do right now, so.

All in all, a pretty neutral episode for this theory. Next one could completely break it, though, so I’m excited. I might have to come up with new theories! >:D

God I missed DRDT. And the only drawback of coming back is re-opening LGI trauma :D /silly

Anyways, thanks for reading! See you on the flipside!

[desparaic]

Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

I’m sorry, I never really do this kinda stuff before, but this has just been rotting my mind

read part 2 here

So, imagine Rengoku's teenage son traveling to the past when trying to fight a demon.

He is confused by the fact the demon just used his BDA and ran away just like that. He looks around and even checks himself, nothing.

Tf this demon do?????

Sun is almost up. Weird. He swears it just set only a few hours ago.

He tries to chase after the demon but with the thick trees, it’s hard to see where he went.

Defeated, he decides to go back to the corps headquarters, maybe visit the estate and go see his mother again

Imagine his surprise when he finds that things are a bit different than the last time he left the hq

I’m sorry what do you mean the current oyakata is Kagaya??? Isn’t that Kiriya-sama’s late father????

wait is that Uzui-san????? He has both of his eyes???? And he’s back being a slayer now?????

And why does everyone look at him weird????? Wait, where are his friends????

He has to take a double take when he sees the news post near the garden and realizes the year of the news is set in 19XX, more than 15 years back into the past.

He swears it’s a prank

it isn’t lol

After a liiiitttlee panic attack and existential crisis, he realizes he’s in the past

Down side, he doesn’t know how to get back and what this means

Upside, he can see his mom in action as a hashira!

She retired when he was born, so he didn’t get to see her in action aside from training sessions.

Excited (as if he wasn’t just panicking about this lmao), he rushes all over the place to find his mother

people be staring at him

who is this carbon copy of the flame hashira and why is he running

Eventually finds her just about to take off for a mission

“MOTHERRRRRR!”

I’m sorry huh?

You look at the kid surprised. Not only is he look exactly like your husband, this kid just called you mom.

I’m?????? Did Kyojuro have a secret love child???? or a relative he never told you about?????

Your future son is just so hyped seeing you in your uniform the first time he almost forgot to explain himself LMAO

When he quickly introduces as your son you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️

This kid needs to find a physician quick

Well, turns out he isn’t lying, especially after telling you an intimate detail that only a few people know.

You’re flustered, surprised, bewildered, but most importantly…

You’re excited to see him! You and Rengoku have always talked about having a family, so you’re so glad you both eventually do!!!

Immediate bond. Get along super well. Almost like y’all are related dang who would’ve thought

You excitedly say, “Oh, I can’t wait for Kyojuro to meet you! I bet He’s excited to see his son from the future! You look just like him!”

his genes do be strong

but as soon as you say that, your son’s smile fades.

Your motherly instincts tell you something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t miss the way he furrows his eyebrows and lift the corner of his lip in annoyance, even if it was just a split second.

He only smiles (though your mama bear instinct is like “no, no, this kid definitely hidin’ smn), “no, nothing’s wrong.”

”Oh! Can you show me your breathing technique, Mother? You never get to show me your breathing style!”

Huh. Weird.

Okay gonna write a part 2 because this way too long brother

UPDATE: aight here it is part 2

[rubylarkspur22]

No Context Manga Note Quotes

So, to best prepare for writing the manga arcs of Demon Slayer(mostly in Sunlit Blossoms), I purchased volumes 15-23, and made some notes to have a general idea of what's supposed to be going on. Here are some quotes from my notes, which I am reading backwards!

Of course, Manga Spoilers ahead. A lot of 'em.

"Tanjirou wakes up demonic and ready for war crimes..."

"... Evil Sunshine Boy who's clearly prepared to rip their head off and eat their internal organs."

"Oh, yeah, the sun's still in the sky and demons still burn up in its vengeful rays, and Tanjirou starts getting crispy before he can kill someone."

"Surprise mf! Sun Breather is sun proof! God damn it!"

"One man must be Bakugou's ancestor with hw aggressively he yells 'DIEEE!!'..."

"... and apparently the plan is Giant Demon Baby..."

"... Miss 'Casually Spend a Year Micro-Dosing Until My Body Has 700x the Lethal Dose of Wisteria Poison'"

"Muzan calls Kaburamaru dumb... like the guy who's failing with 5 brains has room to talk"

"Muzan reflects on his clash w/ Yoriichi, claiming Mr. Chillest MF Alive was the true monster..."

"'F*** You' drug cocktail"

"Surprise mf! Tanjirou's back in business! Man's half-blind, actively dying, and ticked all to hell, all bets are off!"

"... but Tanjirou's f*** to give got taken out by the poison."

"... until they mention Muzan will escape, which has homeboy[Tanjirou] suddenly very awake"

"1000+ Year Old Man Doesn't Know What a Cat Is, more at 10"

"Nezuko gets Ghost GPS from Tanjurou, and promptly yeets herself off a cliff..."

"Meanwhile, Tanjirou can't breathe because of the blood he's choking on..."

"Tanjirou's ready to end a career and an existence"

"... free round of entrees"

"... Tanjirou is prepared for a multitude of felonies involving Muzan until Giyuu tells him to calm tf down"

"Yuichirou tries to get Muichirou to go back to the land of the living... like Muichirou hasn't been cut in half like Darth Maul"

"Spoiler alert! The dumb f***s don't standby!"

"Hello, Monster Head! I can already see the monster f***ers drooling all over this guy"

"Mama Tsugikuni is a queen, protecting her baby right after giving birth to twins"

"Gyomei casually alters his blood flow... as ya do"

"Then Sanemi whips out the foot sword, like the absolute madman he is"

"Being in complete control of the terrain has its perks, and is annoying for the opponents"

"Akaza realizes Tanjirou has gone Plant Mode..."

"... then the dumba** yells his intent"

"[Akaza] pokes at the wound labelled 'Kyojurou Rengoku'"

"Yay, Blood Demon Styptic(anti-BDA-Juice)"

"Zenitsu has balls now. Good for him"

"Go off, Queen! Poison him! Avenge your sister!"

"Muzan's a b**** who refuses to take responsibility for his role in messing up the world(... not surprised)"

"... Tanjirou violates his restraining order..."

"... he[Tanjirou] and Giyuu chat after the daylights are regained"

"(Tamayo is a menace, and she's great!)"

"... Tanjirou gets a restraining order"

"... Zenitsu gets chucked in a river and Inosuke gets CPR"

Not directly backwards, but these are some of my favourite quotes from the Volume 15-23 notes I took for the Demon Slayer manga.

It's not even every note I took. Some were very straightforward, others had humour to them.

[a-student-out-of-time]

I get that Arei’s death is hard to digest, but come on, man. J already showed up at the crime scene and interacted with other characters (besides Teruko who may be face blind), there’s no way they wouldn’t have noticed the switch. Plus Nageishi couldn’t have imitated her voice, that’s just physically impossible. Shit happens, bad writing happens. Arei’s potential was ruined, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

//I don't feel like getting into an argument, so I'm just going to post 10 points on why I think you're wrong.

The chapter is not even finished yet. It seems far too preemptive for any of us to actually call anything, especially when we don't even know whose secrets belong to who. I'm genuinely surprised how you're so quick to call this bad writing when DT has been very well-written thus far. Simply put, I can't believe that the writing quality would dip this quickly; there's time for surprises to happen.

Before the BDA, Arei was the focus of two major scenes this chapter, and J has been the focus of three. Despite that, J was on the title screen. There's been more attention paid to Teruko, Eden, Ace, and Nico in comparison. That leads me to believe that there's something much more important going on with those two behind the scenes.

J being there and speaking doesn't mean anything, especially when she had only a couple lines of dialogue. Teruko was the only one who really interacted with her before the trial. Not to mention, as I've mentioned, the way J talked to Teruko doesn't really feel like something she'd say. And, as has been hammered in this chapter, Teruko has been distancing herself from everyone and I don't think she'd really pick up on the difference.

Why would Teruko's prosopagnosia be brought up if it's not going to be important? It was hinted at all the way back in Chapter 1. What is the purpose of its inclusion if it's not going to relate to the murder in any capacity? Remember, the only two people who investigated the body were her, the only one who got a good look, and Arturo, who was looking at the body's neck and might also be the one who killed her.

If it's really Arei, why is her glove missing? Why is her hair longer than it should be? What did she talk about with Eden? Why was she so quiet after her emotional breakdown? Why was there so much emphasis on the fact that she got some dark secret? These are questions that are inevitably going to be answered, but there are so many that it seems preemptive just to declare it all a waste of potential when we keep getting small clues that things aren't as we believe they are.

The fact that J was trying to get away from Arturo and Arei deciding she wants to be kinder to everyone were also not included for no reason. Teruko didn't help J, once again thinking someone was trying to turn on her, and that was the last we heard of it, a couple days before the BDA. Scenes like that feel too important to overlook.

Arturo and David are also the ones who were the most closely-linked to Arei and J as well. The two of them are also the biggest candidates I have for being either the murderer and the manipulator. Whoever is the killer, Arei would know that and react accordingly.

There's the unexplained moment where Arei's crying reminds Teruko of something. We got no follow-up on that and no hinting of what it's actually supposed to mean, at least not initially. That wasn't just a stray thought, the screen went black to emphasize it. Why?

Eden was willing to explain what happened with Arei, but Teruko didn't bother to find out. Eden clearly knows more than she's letting on, and odds are, given that Arei talked so highly of her before and she wanted to be kinder, it has something to do with the murderer.

Most importantly, if it's Arei, that fits perfectly with this chapter's themes. This chapter has been about Teruko rebuilding her ability to trust- Eden giving her a speech about optimism being what'll save them, Charles approaching it from a rational standpoint, her continuous self-isolation leaving her out of the loop for a lot of things, etc. The best way for her to be put to the test is for her to have to trust someone in this trial, and who better than someone that everyone else will likely declare is the culprit?

//Simply put, no, I'm not going to shut up about this. This isn't me grasping at straws, this is me analyzing what's really in the text and what's being said and being glossed over. I'm not in denial, there's so much about this chapter that feels weird from a writing perspective, and DT isn't just written by one person.

//SDRA2 is a waste of potential. That game, while I don't dislike it, it's full of rigid characterization that doesn't emphasize change, only tragedy, cynical views on human nature and emotionally manipulative writing. That's not what DT is aiming for.

//And let's not forget this is neither the first time someone in a murder case or a trial pretended to be somebody else, even when they looked nothing alike. They still found ways around it. Hell, let's not forget Chihiro's case involved a hidden identity of sorts.

//Bottom line, it's not over until we get to the trial and get down to brass tacks about how this all happened. Until then, I'm sticking to my theory. If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong, but this is where I think they're heading with all the clues hidden here.

//Doesn't it seem unnecessarily cynical to declare all of this bad writing and wasted potential when we aren't even at the actual trial yet?

[the-kr8tor]

I have no words on how to describe how amazing this is I felt like I was watching a full on movie in my eyeballs. it was such a good read that I almost flooded my house bc I forgot to close the tap 😂😂

The bdas references have me in tears bro I miss writing the pirate sillies!!!!! The way you described r (and her beauty) and Hobie's loneliness is such a vibe it was just terrific I ate this up 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Special mention: when Miller sliced that mermaid like a kebab I audibly gasped bro I did not expect that and I went feral for the gore 😂 and the mf plot twist of Hobie's mom? Let's just say we're gonna add Mills with Mathias in the asshole captain category

The Eye of Her Storm

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Sailor! Hobie x Sea Goddess! Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Tags: Cursing, blood, fighting, death (tags starting off strong, ngl) , Fem Reader, AFAB Reader (no physical description of reader, besides clothing), scared Hobie, Angry Hobie, Angry Reader, (it's not as bad as it seems, trust me), Heavily inspired by the song Ruthlessness from Epic the Musical (it's so good), Set during the time of piracy and all that (I'm not so good with fight scenes)

Summary: “Aye, the sea can be a cruel mistress. Be kind to her and she be kind to yee, lest yee invoke her fury…”

A/N: Credit to @mushroom-graphics-allotment for the lovely banners! Third week of Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! A lot of inspiration from Ponyo and Epic the Musical!!!

With an annoyed grumble, Hobie slings his mandolin carefully over his shoulder, trudging over towards the sandy shores of the beach. The distant sounds of his fellow sailors’ laughs ring in his ears and he glances back, still seeing the shadows of their figures lit up by the lights of the pub. He sneers at the rowdy crowd of people, his mood souring every moment spent thinking about the assholes. Shaking his head, Hobie lets out a long sigh as he sits down on the sand, worn leather boots kissing where the shore meets the lapping water.

The light of the full moon calms him, his eyes studying the stars as he shrugs the instrument off of his shoulder. He listens to the waves splash against the rocks for a moment before bringing his mandolin up into position, fingers gently plucking at the cords. The melody is soft, calming in a way and Hobie can feel the stress from the last few days washing off of him, as if the sea is bathing him in its waters. He hums softly with the melody he creates. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a small group of tiny white crabs, the creatures scurrying towards the water. One ends up getting too close to him, its little legs snagging on the hem of his shirt that touched the sand.

Hobie can't help the chuckle that escapes him as he watches the creature's feeble attempts at freeing itself, placing his instrument down on his lap before carefully scooping the crab into his palm.

“Cute little bugger, ain't you?” He hums softly, bringing his hand up to get a better look at the crab properly. The crustacean uses its little wipers to clear the sand from its eyes, looking up at him in what he assumes is curiosity. It moves back and forth on his palm, almost as if it was impatiently waiting for Hobie to place it back down. This makes him scoff, a smile ghosting his lips.

“Patience, little guy. You're the one that bumped into me.” Hobie's words only serve to make the crab move back and forth faster, like it understood him perfectly and wasn't all too keen to wait any longer. Chuckling, Hobie sets the creature back onto the sand, watching as it scurries off of his hand and towards the beckoning sea. He looks out at the ocean with a smile on his face, lifting his mandolin up once again to rhythmically strum the strings. Only, as he looks out at the water, he catches the slightest glimpse of what looks to be a head peeking out, eyes looking dead at him. Hobie's eyes widen with shock before he quickly rubs at them, blinking his eyes open once more to make sure he's not just seeing things. Only for nothing to be there, just the regular sight of the calm waves.

“Must be more stressed than I thought…” He mumbles to himself, a small frown on his face as he glances at the water before shaking his head and focusing on his music once more. As he plays, his gaze slowly drifts back towards the sea, unable to help himself. Hobie has always loved the ocean, loved the brilliant blue hue it gave off and the salty breeze it blew at him. He loved that it could be a force to reckon with at times, and how benevolent and giving it could be at others. The sea was a part of him for as long as he'd known, which is one of the reasons he'd become a sailor. Eyes looking at the water longingly, he then happens to see a light on the horizon. It shimmered in the distance, almost like a star. It wasn't the moonlight, and he was far from the pub, so what on earth could it be…?

Placing his instrument down onto the sand, he shifts slowly onto his knees, leaning in closer and narrowing his eyes as he tries hard to spot the source of light. Suddenly, the light spreads, inching closer and closer to his direction, glowing from the depths of the sea and making it shine a brilliant cerulean blue hue - a stark contrast from the dark waters of the night. There's a rustling around him then, and Hobie watches as hundreds of crabs pop up from beneath the sand, all of the crustaceans scuttling towards the glowing ocean. Hobie yelps in shock, quickly moving himself out of the way so as not to crush any of them. He's never seen something like this before, nervously scooting back away from the shoreline. Hobie grips his mandolin and pulls it tight against his chest, wide eyes unable to tear itself away from the sight.

The glowing ocean begins to bubble slightly before an enormous hand shoots out of the water, dripping and reaching miles high. It completely blocks out the moon and makes the sandy beach look like a dwarf in comparison. His mouth drops open at the sight and he prays to whatever's out there that he's not going insane. Can you go insane from too much stress? He's starting to believe it as he gapes incredulously, unable to move an inch as the hand grips onto the sandy shores, landing right beside him. An equally huge head emerges from the water next, large brilliant eyes, filled with all the wonders of the sea, gazing down at him. A gentle smile graces the face of the entity that has just risen from the ocean and Hobie is sure he's going to faint. The face gets closer until the very tip of the entity's nose brushes against his knee. When he'd fallen back on his butt, he had no clue. Hobie's lip trembles ever so slightly as he gazes into the large sparkling eyes in front of him, too in shock, or too frightened, to move a single muscle.

“Do keep playing”, you say softly, though it's almost as if your voice rattles deep within his bones. “It was a lovely song. I hope you don't mind, I just really wanted to hear it a bit more up close.”

“...Y-You serious…?” Hobie stutters out, mentally cursing the crack of his voice as he gazes up at you. A giant emerges from the damn ocean and all he can utter is that pathetic question? He wants to kick himself. Hobie swallows the lump in his throat as he glances down at the instrument in his hands before tilting his head back up at you. You tilt your head, sensing his obvious hesitation had to be from shock. With a sheepish, almost apologetic smile, you back up just a bit, your body magically shrinking down as you do. The light from the moon shines once more now that you are no longer blocking it, now the size of a regular human being.

Your white dress flows with the soft breeze as you walk over to Hobie, kneeling down beside him with an expectant look on your face. His very breath is stolen with how utterly exquisite you look, from the long train of delicate fabric adorned with sparkling shells trailing behind you, to the way the black pearl sitting pretty on your neck shines under the light of the moon. In fact, your entire being held this soft white glow, an aura that he couldn't help but notice. You were beautiful, otherworldly, and Hobie couldn't recall what exactly it was that your lips seemed to be forming to ask him for. Too focused on the fact that a beautiful giant came out of the ocean and was sitting before him like it was normal. A knowing smile graces your lips and you place a gentle hand on his. It makes him jump a bit out of his skin, not expecting the softness of your touch. Yeah. It's official. He truly was going insane from stress.

“Oh dear… Did I startle you that much…?” Hobie shakes his head and clears his throat, hand shaking ever so slightly beneath yours.

“No, no. It's cool. I see magical giants pop outta the sea all the time…” The obvious joke he nervously says makes you laugh and Hobie swears he's never heard a more perfect sound in his life. Clear and crisp and something he'd want to drown in for the rest of his life, just like the ocean itself. And when you look at him again, he mentally curses at how beautiful your eyes are, at how much he'd gladly dive into the waters of your gaze. Damn. You were really too pretty for him. It was crazy just how taken with you he already was when you'd only just sprouted out of the sea moments ago. Or, again, maybe he'd just gone crazy.

“I do apologize for appearing like that. I just couldn't help but come up to hear more of your lovely music. If it's alright with you…?”

“Sure thing, your, uh… holiness…?” You flutter your eyelashes at him as you shake your head and he just about melts.

“No need for that. You can call me Y/N. I'm the Goddess of the Sea.”

“I-I'm Hobie. Hobie Brown. Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Hobie plays you a few melodies after that, each one enticing you more than the last. You close your eyes as you listen to him play, already utterly bewitched with this intriguing human. A human who hadn't immediately ran away or fainted at the sight of you. Nevermind that he was handsome to boot. You take in the way he closes his eyes as he plays, like he's one with the music he creates. You memorize every detail of his face, from the way his forehead crinkles just a bit when he makes a certain face, to the many piercings that adorn him. After a while, you two start to talk, sharing stories and learning about one another as the night stretches on. Hobie tells you how he wishes he were free to roam the ocean on his own ship. He tells you about how he only works as a sailor in order to pay off his debt to the captain for lending him the funds to pay off his mother's doctor bill. About how much he wishes he could just be free.

His words make your heart ache for him, knowing that to be human is to struggle at times. And for humans with as bright of a soul as Hobie's, life is short on sympathy. Hobie lays out all his troubles and worries with you as he rests his head on your lap, relishing in the feeling of your fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. And as you share your concerns of protecting the mythical creatures of the sea that you've taken in as your children, of your loneliness that comes with ruling the sea with no one at your side, you suddenly feel as if you've known each other for eons. Hobie's soul resonates with your immortal one, something you wouldn't come to realize until much later. And as the sky begins to grow a lighter shade, signaling the beginning of the approaching dawn, Hobie looks up at you. His gaze is soft and eyes half-lidded with the growing exhaustion. He lifts a hand up, fingers tenderly brushing against your cheek.

“Will I see you again, Blue…?” His whispered words make you smile, the nickname not going unnoticed by you. Raising your hand in front of his face, you clench your hand into a fist before slowly opening it, a delicate necklace with a shining black pearl hanging from it now magically dangling in your hand. The necklace is nearly identical to your own, the pearl just a tad bit bigger. Your touch is gentle as you slip it around his neck, leaning into his touch all the while.

“I'll be with you wherever you go. We will meet when you dock on land, but know that I will always watch over you from now on.” Hobie feels his heart swell in his chest as you lean down to press a tender kiss on his forehead. Sleep beckons him then and, with one last look into your eyes, he embraces it with open arms.

When he wakes up next, it's not with you sweetly gazing down at him. He's awoken by a harsh kick to his leg, a small groan leaving him as he wrenches his eyes open. His fellow sailor, Garrett Barnes, sneers down at him, flask in hand. The tall beefy wall of a man leers at him, slightly swaying on his feet as he uncaps his flask. Taking a swig, he juts his thumb out towards the direction of the pub.

“Takin’ a dirt nap on the shitty beach 'stead of hangin' with the boys like always, Brown?” He guffaws loudly, much to Hobie's annoyance. Hobie grumbles as he slowly stands up, glaring daggers at the drunken fool. He'd always hated Garrett, the man practically being Captain Miller's right hand. Brushing off the sand from his trousers, Hobie wrinkles his nose at the smell of cheap ale on the old man's breath.

“Drinkin’ early in the day, Barnes? ‘S not even noon yet, you old fool.” The words earn him a slap on the back of the head and he clicks his tongue in irritation. Garrett points a rather dirty finger at him and huffs.

“Watch yer mouth. I'll take yer goddamn teeth out, you don't start showin’ some respect.” Yeah, because Hobie was so terribly frightened of him. “Should've been at the pub last night. Plenty of good lookin’ women. Had me a time, I did.” The pleased chuckles leaving Garrett only make Hobie more annoyed.

“What would the missus think of you messin’ around, huh?” Hobie huffs as he starts to trudge over to the port. Garrett keeps up in time with him, to his dismay.

“The missus ain't here, is she? Who cares what that old hag thinks, anyways?” Oh, Garrett. How much Hobie loathes him. It's times like this where Hobie thinks being with pirates would be better, morally. As the two regroup with the rest of the crew, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the ocean, memories of last night flitting through his mind nonstop. Was it real…? Were you real…? The emotions he'd felt and the connection he'd gained with you felt real. But, you left no sign, no note of where you'd gone. Well, it's not like he really expected a Goddess to leave a note, but still. Hobie sighs and tries to reign in the pout that begged to form on his face as he boarded the ship, headed off to another port that would take weeks to get to. He lifted his hand to scratch at the back of his neck, his eyes widening slightly at the soft twine beneath his fingers. His fingers trace down the length of the thin rope before he pulls out the object dangling from it, lips turning up into a grin as he sees it. A black pearl, matching the one he saw on you last night. How could he have forgotten?

“Oh, thank the fucking stars. It wasn't a dream.” The next few weeks are spent fantasizing about seeing you again, his attitude on board a whole lot better than it usually is. He does his job with no fuss, even managing to avoid the fights he usually gets into with the older sailors. His new attitude hasn't gone unnoticed by his crew, some are suspicious of why he's so chipper, and why he keeps placing a hand on his neck every now and again. When they do dock at the new port, imagine Hobie's delight when he sees you on the beach at the new town that night. The two of you spend hours talking and laughing, the connection you share growing stronger. The next morning, you disappear, same as last time. Only this time, you've left him with a letter, telling him of how you long to see him again soon. It's enough to make him want to shout with joy to the heavens.

The next few weeks are spent traveling to yet another port, another town and beach in which he may see you yet again. And, as promised, you look out for him and his crew. No harm or misfortune comes to them as they sail your waters, even the storms are benevolent to them. This lasts for over four months, with his meetings with you growing in number. Love and trust blossoms between you and one night as you lay your head on his chest as you both gaze up at the stars, you can't help but ask him the question that's been plaguing you for months.

“Hobie, my love… Why not come with me?” The sudden question makes him shift, arms coming to wrap around your waist as he tilts his head down to look at you. You look up at him with such loving eyes, such a softness in your gaze that it makes his heart ache. His thumb idly rubs a soothing pattern on your side as he gazes at you, an eyebrow raised in question.

“What do you mean, Blue?” He mumbles quietly, voice a low rumble.

“I know you want to be free of your debt. So, why not come with me?” Understanding dawns on his face and his eyebrows furrow as he slowly sits up. Slightly nervous at his reaction, you speak hurriedly, hands resting on his arms as you peer up at him. “You don't have to remain in the sea. I-I can give you immortality! You'll be free to see and travel the world all you wish. W-We can… start a life together, if you'd like. Free from your troubles and free to do anything you want.”

“Love… As wonderful and generous as your offer is… I have to make sure my mother is taken care of first. Until then, we have to wait for ‘us’...” He says softly, eyes looking down at you apologetically. He hates to deny you what you both clearly want. Hobie wants nothing more than to wake up beside you every morning, to travel the world by your side and see everything it has to offer. And to be free from Captain Miller? A dream come true. But he has a duty to uphold, to take care of the only relative he's ever known. Although his mother was never loving, she was still his mother, and she kept him fed and sheltered despite it all. He loved her despite it all.

Hobie cups your face in his hands as you smile up at him, understanding and sadness shining in your brilliant eyes. You understood and acknowledged his decision, even if it pained you to know he worked himself to the bone for a debt that he could never seem to pay. With all the tenderness of a feather, you lean up to brush your lips against his, the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. Hobie sighs as he breathes you in, kissing you deeply as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. He could never tire of your lips, of how they tasted like the sea breeze and yet retained such sweetness. Of all the people you could have chosen to shower with the gift that is your love, you chose him. It makes him melt and want to kneel before you every time he thinks about it.

The next time he boards the ship, he knows he won't see you for a while. It'll be almost four weeks until they make it to their next stop, the royal city farther from the rest of the towns. Hobie's mood grows sour with every day he wakes up to find them nowhere near their destination. He rereads your letters to pass the time, smiles flitting on his face whenever he can smell the scent of your perfume on the parchment. His fingers fiddle with the pearl hidden beneath his shirt as he gazes out at the sea, the salty wind rustling his clothes and hair. More than anything, he wants to dive in and find you, hold you close in his embrace and take on your offer of becoming immortal. The thought of becoming immortal makes him chuckle, though. Hobie didn't think he'd ever be one to want to live forever. But, if it came to always being with you, he'd take that option any day.

His thoughts are so preoccupied by you that he doesn't even hear the commotion happening on the deck, wouldn't even know about it if not for Garrett bumping into him. Hobie stumbles as he quickly regains his footing, shooting an irritated look at the older man. Garrett, surprisingly, ignores his disrespect and grins wildly like a madman, pointing towards the deck excitedly.

“We're gonna be bloody rich, the lot of us! Ol’ Louie done fished up some mermaids!” With a loud whoop of joy, the surprisingly sobered man makes his way towards the rest of the crew. Hobie's stomach knots up at the mention of mermaids. Those were your subjects, the mythical creatures of the sea that you took in as your own. If what he think was about to happen happens, this won't end well. For any of his fellow sailors. And for as much as Hobie hates them all, he'd rather not risk making a bunch of women widows due to the justifiable wrath of his lover. Hobie grips the pearl between his fingers as he rushes towards the commotion. He has to push and squeeze his way through the sea of bodies, a scowl on his face as he uses both hands to part the crowd. Soon, he finally manages to end up in the front of the crowd, his triumphant attitude disappearing the moment he sees the sight before him.

Seven mermaids, all huddled together and gripping each other tightly with looks of fear and dread twisting their pretty features. Standing before them is Captain Miller, cutlass in hand as he leers at the shivering mermaids. He glances back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow when he sees Hobie. With a proud smile, he moves to the side to allow him a proper view.

“Magnificent, ain't they? Eight rare beauties”

“Eight? I see only seven, Captain.” Captain Miller chuckles before pointing his cutlass at the mermaid in the middle, who flinches and twists her body to clutch at something brushing against her side. That's when Hobie sees the smaller one, who could be no older than four in human years. She clings to the one in the middle, tears of tiny pearls sliding down her cherub cheeks and clattering onto the deck. Hobie looks at his Captain with growing unease, stepping closer towards him slowly.

“Captain… What're you plannin’ with eight mermaids…? Maybe we should free ‘em before something bad happens…” Miller laughs at his words, an astounded look on his face. The rest of the crew laugh along with him, as if Hobie warning them was some type of joke.

“You daft, boy? Look 'ere. See their tails, how the scales shine in the sun? Just a single scale is worth almost a gold piece. As if I'd let ‘em go.” Hobie didn't like the look in his eyes, the look of a man taunted by the whiff of something good under his nose. He's quick to put himself between the Captain and the mermaids, arms spread wide to put some distance between the two.

“Captain,” he breathes softly, pleading for understanding, “This ain't right. There's a little one and I can tell you, messin’ with them is gonna cost you in the end.” Miller glares harshly at Hobie, eyebrows raised like he couldn't believe his worker was defying him. Eyes roaming over his stance, he narrows his eyes at the pearl sitting on Hobie's neck. With a quickness that he wasn't ready for, Miller yanks the necklace, slicing the twine off of his neck. Hobie lets out a small gasp before rushing at the older man, only to be held back by none other than Garrett. That was his, given to him by you. Made by you. He'd given up quite a lot in his life over the years. But this… This was his, a sign that you held his heart and he held yours. Absolutely no one was allowed to sully that.

“Give that back! It's mine!” He snarls, glaring at his Captain. Miller scoffs and raises his sword at Hobie, examining the pearl between his fingers.

“Hiding precious things from me? Did you forget your debt, boy? You owe me.”

“I paid my damn debt! I've paid it, dammit! You've done nothin’ but take from me year after year, since I was but all of ten years old!” Hobie's sharp words ring into the air, the tension thickening. He scowls and turns to punch Garrett in the face, knuckles cracking the bone of his nose. Garrett screams and pushes Hobie away from him, squatting on the ground and clutching his now bleeding nose. His eyes are wild and filled with an anger long overdue as he marches up to Miller, gritting his teeth as he unsheathes the long ornate dagger he'd picked from Garrett's pocket.

“If not for my damn debt, I'd have killed you years ago. Give me my shit back and let the mermaids go.” Miller just laughs, pocketing the broken necklace before motioning for his men to stand aside. The crew looks down on Hobie, smug grins and sneers on their faces as they back up to watch the show.

“Bitin’ the hand that feeds, Aye? Do yer worst, boy.” The captain says with a hearty laugh as the two circle each other, weapons raised and aimed at the other. A wicked gleam shines in Miller's eyes before he swiftly darts towards Hobie, cutlass raised and slashing downward. Hobie's quick to dodge the blow, rushing to step to the side and swiftly cutting at his thigh. Miller lets out a hiss of pain before swinging his weapon towards his arm, managing to knick his shoulder when he steps back at the last second. Hobie grits his teeth before ducking and thrusting his knife forward, stabbing the older man's calf deeply. The captain howls at the pain and Hobie gives a sadistic grin as he twists the knife, cruelly sawing it back and forth to add to the pain. With an enraged shout, Miller backhands him across the face, the action so quick that Hobie hadn't even seen it coming.

The injured man shouts as he aims his weapon towards the younger's stomach, Hobie only managing to stop it from being by parrying it with his dagger. The two men shake as they struggle against each other, blood from Miller's leg gushing out onto the wooden floor of the deck. The cutlass pushes deeper into his skin, Hobie grunting as he struggles to stop him. Having had enough, Miller yells furiously and kicks him down, watching with narrowed eyes as he sprawled onto the ground. Hobie lets out a shout of pain as the cutlass is swiftly embedded into his shoulder, digging deep. Blood blossoms against his shirt and pools like a waterfall from the gaping wound.

“Since I'm fixin’ to kill ya, I'll let ya in on a secret,” Miller says with a sick grin as he pushes the sword deeper, relishing in the man's screams. “That day, when you asked me to pay for yer mom's bill? I went there to pay for it, fully intendin’ to uphold my end of the deal. Only to find out she died just shortly after you visited her.” Blood rushes in his ears as he takes in the new information, the sharp pain in his shoulder nonexistent now. He had to be lying, surely. He had to be. Because that would mean, that for years, for over ten years, his mother had been dead. All while he was away at sea, working for the man who was supposed to help her.

“No… You're lyin’... You're a fucking liar.” Miller just laughs heartily and digs the sword even deeper. Hobie pays it no mind, still reeling from the news.

“Why would I need to lie, boy? You're gonna die soon. No reason for me to do so. Your mother has been dead this whole time. Your letters to her have been sent to an empty house and you've been workin’ for me for years for free. Haven't you been wonderin’ why she ain't writing to ya?”

“...I'll fucking kill you…”

“What's that? Speak up lad!” Hobie's eyes are wild and he grips the sword in his shoulder with both hands. He's practically seething as he slowly pulls it out of his flesh, blood oozing down the blade as it slices up his palms. Standing up, he wrenches the sword free from his shoulder before charging at the man with renewed vigor.

“I'm gonna fucking kill you!” He barks out furiously, eyes swirling with a boiling rage that threatens to consume him whole. A deep seated part of him relished in the slight fear on Miller's smug face before he's suddenly yanked back, his hands just inches away from wringing the man's fat neck. Garrett and another sailor hold him back from tearing the captain limb from limb. It felt like a storm was brewing inside of him. Because, Miller was single handedly responsible for Hobie wasting years of his life on this wretched boat, surrounded by a crew he loathes with every fiber of his being. The years of being spit on, beaten, and mistreated by every single bastard on this ship could have been avoided. He could have been there with his mother, could have said his final goodbyes. He didn't even get to give her a proper burial... Tears sting his eyes as Hobie snarls and wrenches himself free, punching the sailor in the face and biting down harshly on Garrett's arm, spitting out the chunk of flesh as he listens to him scream. Crimson fills his mouth, leaving a copper taste on his tongue as he rushes at Miller again. It takes several more men before Hobie is finally restrained, face pressed against the wood of the deck.

“You fight like a pirate. I'm sure that life would have suited you more, gutter trash.” Miller says with a small chuckle, having enjoyed watching Hobie fight. He hobbles over towards the trembling mermaids, cutlass in his hands once more. “After I cut off their tails, I'll slit your throat and feed you to the sharks. I'm sure they'll appreciate you more than anyone ever has.” Miller lets out a cackle as he moves closer towards the mermaids. Hobie struggles and struggles, trying hard to free himself from the numerous hands holding him down. Even if he couldn't kill Miller, the mermaids needed help. He tried to lift himself up, only to hiss as he's pushed back down.

“You bastard! You'll get your crew killed!” Hobie yells out, desperately trying to warn him. Miller doesn't listen, grabbing one of the mermaids by the wrists. She cries out in fear, tears of pearls falling down her face, landing on the wood with small thunks. “Miller! Miller, don't! You'll all die! Miller, don't you fucking-!”

The apprehended mermaid lets out a blood curdling scream as her tail is sliced clean from her torso. Blood cascades from her like a waterfall, the life in her eyes now fading. The ribbons of crimson snake along the wooden planks, dripping and spilling over the sides of the ship. Hobie watches, horrified as it drips into the water below. The crew congratulate the captain, urging him to hurry with the other seven. Only Hobie notices how the sky starts to darken. Miller looks over his work, satisfied, before throwing the corpse of the mutilated mermaid into the ocean. The body slowly sinks down into the depths of the waters. And that's when the very ship starts to rumble, as if shaken by an earthquake.

“I warned you…” Hobie breathes as he watches the clouds in the sky swirl and turn a dark gray, droplets of rain beginning to fall. It turns from a slight drizzle to a furious downpour, harsh winds rocking the ship. The ocean grows dark, almost inky black in color. A little ways farther from the ship, a whirlpool begins to form, growing bigger and bigger, until a sudden roar fills the air. A hand as big as a mountain, made of pure water, shoots up into the air from beneath the depths of the sea. Water drips from it and sea creatures of every size swim within it, waves growing large and rocking the ship as it slams down onto the water. Another hand shoots out of the water, the pair of hands gripping and clawing at the sea as the watery head of an angry Goddess emerges from the water.

You tower before the ship of humans in all your glory, casting a shadow so large that it would put the very mountain tops to shame. Rivers flow down your watery cheeks as you glare down at the ship menacingly, tears for the daughter you have lost to human greed. Every move you make, every breath you take splashes the salty sea water onto their faces. The men on the ship quiver with fear, unable to move a muscle as they bask in the power you wield. Hobie, now free from the hands restraining him, stands up to gaze up at you sadly. He can see the sparkling of your eyes has turned dark, swirling with all the rage of the storms and inky black with the deepness of your sorrow. As much as he'd love to hold you close and console you for as long as you need, he still has something he needs to do. He darts over towards the mermaids, using his knife to cut them loose from the net. He ushers them off of the ship, watching as they dive back into the ocean. None of the crew stops him, too busy marveling at the terrifying wonder that is you. Spotting him in the small crowd of humans, you practically seethe at the sight of him battered and bruised. You gaze down at the body of your child in your hand, bringing it up to your face in order to gaze upon her with sorrow.

“Have I not been gracious…?” You whisper softly, though your voice still rattles in their bones and makes their very teeth vibrate. “Have I not ensured you safe passage of my waters with every journey you take…? This is how you repay me…? By threatening and harming my children?!”

The sudden shout makes the storm rage even harder, the waves growing even larger. You press a kiss to the lifeless body, watching as the corpse of your daughter turns to seafoam and letting it fall into the ocean below. The sailors tremble and are quick to get on their knees, hands outstretched to you in a praying manner. You sneer at their futile attempts to seek mercy, begging for forgiveness for their wretched crime. Hobie walks over to the now petrified Miller, snatching his pearl out of his pocket and gazing back at you. You open a dripping hand towards the ship, awaiting for Hobie to step onto your palm. When he does, you lift him up to rest on your shoulders, the other members of the crew looking up at him with astounded looks on their faces.

“You take my children and dare to harm my lover?!” Your voice booms throughout the air, rumbling in their chests and making the ground tremble. With an enraged roar, you lift both arms, the sea rising up high, until it easily towers over even you. Hobie watches with a grim look on his face, not at all sorry for the mess his crew, his former crew is in. They deserve this since they refused to listen to his pleas, did not care to listen to his warnings. And yet… Hobie places a hand against your watery cheek, a speck of dust compared to the entirety of you. Your lip quivers as you feel his hand, knowing full well what he's silently asking of you. Taking one last breath, you let the wave crash harshly onto the ship. The wood splinters and cracks beneath the weight and pressure of the water. The shouts and screams of the drowning crew echo in Hobie's ears, watching as some try to claw and swim their way away from the wave. The ship is in ruins by the time you've finished enacting your wrath, pieces of wood drifting along the waves.

A few straggling men manage to heave their bodies upon the wreckage, some floating in the water and coughing out the water trapped in their lungs. The fact that they're still breathing is deemed the highest mercy from you, you who still seethed over your child. Miller and Garrett are nowhere to be found, having drowned and their bodies pulled down into the depths of the sea. The raging storm subsides, the rain all but a drizzle now. He's quiet as he listens to you wipe at your tears before you switch back to your more human form, the two of you slowly floating down towards the ocean. You grip Hobie's hands in yours as you both stand on the water. Sorrow dims the sparkles in your eyes as you bend down to grab a handful of water in your palm, the liquid beginning to glow a bright teal color as you press it against his shoulder wound that he could suddenly feel again. Almost instantly, the pain is gone, the wound stitching itself close as if it never happened. The healing water drips along his body, stitching every cut he'd received from his scuffle with Miller. Hobie holds you close, burying his face in your hair as you press your face into his chest.

His eyes shut as he listens to you cry, mourning the loss of one of your children. He's patient and whispers soft words of reassurance through it all, his heart aching for you. And then it's his turn to break down, mourning the loss of his mother he'd only learned about just moments ago. You hold him through it all, whispering reassurances in his ear, the shared pain of loss connecting you both even more. When you finally pull away after what seems like hours, you place a hand against his cheek, your touch like silk.

“Come with me, Hobie… Let us start our forever… Please?” Hobie wouldn't have said no even if you hadn't asked him so sweetly. He had nothing left to lose, nothing to hold him back any longer. And when his lips press against yours, he feels something surge inside of him, something energizing him. Hobie's eyes sparkle brilliantly, just like yours once you break the kiss, a soft glow surrounding him now too.

“Forever with you sounds lovely, Blue. Let's go see the world.”

[lovemirrah]

10:43am, 25 December 2022

It's starting to become a really bad habit for me to check in only once or twice a year. I used to write so much and now, I hardly write at all. But yesterday, I started therapy for the first time in my life and my therapist encouraged me to start writing again. And so, I find myself here. Hello journal, I'm happy to be reacquainted with you again.

My last post was in January 2022, right at the start of the year, and a lot has changed since then. In September, I sold my car exactly a year after I bought it. I miss it sometimes, but I know owning a car is not something I can afford at this stage in my life. In October, I left BDA after 3.5 years with the company. Within a few days of leaving the team, I finally made that trip to South Korea where I was for close to 2 weeks. I ticked so many things off my list but a few were still left unfulfilled. The morning after my return to Singapore, jet-lagged and incredibly exhausted, I started a new role with WE. I manifested this; leaving BDA, going to South Korea, landing a new job with an MNC that brings better benefits and learning opportunities. I worked for it, prayed on it, and it happened. For that, I am grateful for all that the year had brought me.

During my session yesterday, my therapist asked why I decided to take on therapy. It was a good question, great one even. I knew that signing up for therapy meant that I had to be honest with myself for it to work. Without missing a beat, I told her that I'm always sad and I don't know how to fix it. Someone should've told me to bring a box of tissues when doing therapy because it only took one question to trigger the waterworks. For 45 minutes, I cried while my therapist listened. I condensed 28 years of my life, all that I've bottled up, into a 45 minute session and it just came pouring out. I couldn't cap it. It's therapy; I shouldn't cap it. I'm allowed to feel what I feel. What I feel is valid. I'm hurting and I shouldn't deny myself that.

Truth be told, I was crying even before therapy started. I was wallowing in my feelings all day. My mother returns home from her trip today, so I gave myself all of yesterday - one final day - to do absolutely nothing except to be myself. I slept it, ate food that's no good for my body, watched too much Netflix, slept some more, showered only when I finally have to, read a few chapters of a new book I bought but may not like, prayed, cried a lot, watched a few episodes of The Big Bang Theory to make me feel better, then I went back to sleep again. I slept so much, I wondered if I was depressed before I shrugged that thought away.

The one thing about me that I loathe so much is that I overthink. All my life, I considered myself to be an optimistic-realist. I think of worst case scenarios in every situation and prepare well for them, but I'd always hope for the best. It's how I've always carried myself through life - at work, in my day-to-day. I aspire to be like that in my romantic pursuits but having gone through a sexual assault so young, I see dating as a 'cup half empty' situation. I go into it, thinking that it's not going to work for whatever reason, and I believe it. I'm so afraid of tearing down my walls that I've become so good at detaching. Then comes along a connection I wasn't even expecting, and without realising it, I buckled. So quickly. I'm not saying I'm in love - God, I know I'm not - but I got attached to a mere stranger I barely knew because I trusted that connection. And... that was my fault. It's my fault for finally learning to open up my heart and be vulnerable again; only for it to be the wrong man. Y'know what's the funniest thing about all of this? History repeated itself and I'm exactly where I was 8 years ago - right down to timing. I can't shut down again. I've come so far since then. I can't unlearn all the healing I've done. I needed to do better, be better and put myself first. I will not chase someone who doesn't want me. I will not give my time for someone who won't even respond. If someone is showing you that you're not important, believe it.

So today, while everyone is out (or in) spending time with family and their loved ones on Christmas Day, I'm choosing to spend time with myself and put me first. A manicure, a facial and a cone of ice-cream. It's always good to start small - one step at a time, as they say. Even if I feel 1% better after, I'll consider it a win. As my therapist says, 'my time is now.'

I don't know if I'll write every day but I'll try to check-in every week. It might be a little hard at first, but writing was and has always been my first love. With time, I'll get back into the groove of things - writing and maybe, life too.

All my love, Mirrah

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results). 

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be. 

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children. 

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy 

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim. 

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do. 

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point! 

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus. 

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping. 

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex. 

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him. 

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red. 

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!! 

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling. 

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!” 

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out. 

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you. 

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage. 

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her. 

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement. 

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.” 

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos​ - @fairywriter-oracle​ - @tsukishimawh0re​ - @ofstarsanddreams​ - @bbecc-a​ - @annshit​ - @leahh19​ - @letsloveimagines​ - @bellomi-clarke​ - @wineandionysus​ - @guiltydols​ - @onephootinfrontoftheother​ - @liamakorn​ - @thirstyfangirl​ - @lilysdaydreams​ - @pan-ini​ - @mxqicshxp​ - @tanchosanke​ - @yoshinorecommends​ - @flightsandfantasy​ - @liljennyx3​ - @bingusmode - @unknown-and-invisible​ - @sinister-sleep​ - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat​ - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit​ - @unstableye​ - @simonsbluee​ - @shinyshimaagain​ - @ppopty​ - @siriuslystupid​ - @crapimahuman​ - @ofthedewthesunlight​ - @mythicalamphitrite​ - @artsyally​ - @corpsesimpp​ - @corpsewhitetee​ - @corpse-husbandsimp​ - @hyp-oh-critical​ - @roses-and-grasses​ - @rhyrhy462​ - @sparklylandflaplawyer​ - @charbkgo​ - @airwaveee​ - @creativedogs​ - @kaitlyn2907​ - @loxbbg​ - @afuckingunicornn​ - @fleurmoon​ - @yeolliedokai​

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[jaelijn]

Blake’s 7 - Avon/Vila: “Nebula”

Something a little... experimental? Nebulae are my most favourite thing to draw recently. Besides Avon and Vila, of course.

[the-kr8tor]

BDAS Hobie taking care of a drunk reader is so funny to me.

Reader almost fell off the ledge laughing at one of the crew's joke. Now Hobie has to hold their hand the whole time as he shakes his head (this man is both amused and in love fr)

-🪦

Lmaoooo 🤣 bc or r Hobie couldn't drink the whole night and has become the designated baby sitter for the entire crew 😂😂😂 he loves it when you laugh at Yuri's shitty jokes tho

[holylangdon]

Little Hell (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Request: “Hey! I wanted to ask if you could write some smut for Michael Langdon. Maybe he is with his lover and she’s riding him. I am so weak for him.” - Anon

Warnings: Fem!Reader, actual sin, so much sexual tension, slight choking, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, dominant Michael but willing to be a little submissive, hair pulling, reader on top, Michael calls the reader babe a few times, maybe OOC Michael 

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Shoutout to the BDA groupchat for putting up with me while I wrote this. Also I ran out of steam at the end but let’s pretend its good pls and thanks

(I love my friends so I gotta tag em real quick: @cupkayyyke @jana-banana-fana @binxee @cherryruin @justanotherfandomjunkie)

“I’ll tell you how this process works.” The taller man began, letting his sinister blue eyes roam over you. “You’re tell me the truth. Not the truth you think I want to hear, not the truth you might have deceived yourself into believing, but the complete honesty that we both know you’re capable of telling.”

He gave you a second to process his lengthy explanation. Langdon was relaxed in his seat across the desk, one knee crossed over the other. He had a lurking aura of authority that loomed over the room. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the long-haired man attractive as you watched his every move in anticipation.

“Things you may feel will be helpful might be hurtful. Things you may feel will compel rejection may be exactly what I’m looking for, your saving grace. If you omit any detail, no matter how small, I’ll know. If you lie to me, I’ll know. If you try to deceive me, this interview will be over and you will die here painfully. And make no mistake, if you expect to walk out of this room thinking you’ve got me right where you want me, you will be punished.

“I will do my best to deduct whether or not you will leave this Outpost alive or be eaten by the scavengers. Am I clear?” 

“Yes sir.” 

You tried to hide all signs of nervousness, but you were almost certain he could see through the poised exterior. A soft smile crossed Langdon’s lips as you leaned back, crossing your legs underneath the long purple dress you were wearing. It was one of the most simple ones you had in your provided wardrobe, but it still seemed to suffocate you in the warm room.

“What are you most afraid of?” 

Honestly? In this very moment, it was him. Your fate rested in his hands. “The hell that waits beyond the gates.” You said lightly. The lie came with its risks, but you decided to jump the gun and say it. He didn’t seem like he cared as he skipped to the next question.

“How do you feel about your current... Predicament? How did you end up here?” He asked. 

You continued to watch the man across from you as he spoke. He seemed odd, almost, but you weren't sure why. Everything about him demanded respect, but he cloaked himself in a vaguely sexual, familiar aura. His outfit was dark black, his eyelids painted bright red. You wondered if that was the Cooperative’s work or his own, the eyeshadow. Ultimately you decided it was his own doing.

That was, by far, the most difficult part of being here at the Outpost. It was so different from any part of the outside that you’d ever known. A closely monitored closet of pre-Victorian dresses and undergarments, candles being the only source of light, a single jelly-like cube for breakfast and lunch. A class system of greys and blacks and purples. A leader who’s darkness you could feel from a mile away, and her perfect little followers who obeyed every single one of her orders, no matter how disruptive to the society. 

But you still missed the old world. The 2018 America you had finally gotten on decent terms with until you were rudely yanked from your and your boyfriend’s apartment at three in the morning. The two armored people offered no explanation other than you having “perfect DNA.” They told you that you and a select few were chosen via various tests that you were the most genetically fit to survive the oncoming apocalypse. But truth be told, you weren't sure if living through it was even truly worth what it would take to get there. The thought was depressing, but it was the truth, and that’s what you told Langdon. Albeit in a far more condensed form.

"You don’t sound grateful.” He observed. His long brown hair fell to the side as he tilted his head, bringing his hands together to rest it on. “You, Y/N, are here, safe and sound from what killed more than seven billion people. You didn’t die by the blast, you’re not poisoned by the radiation, you aren’t being eaten by cannibals. You’re being fed and dressed with a roof over your head. This would’ve cost one hundred million dollars for anyone else.”

“Oh, I’m thankful.” You said, licking your lips. You knew your tone sounded a bit sassy, maybe sarcastic, but you didn’t care. “I got a free ticket to survival of the fittest. I’m just not sure I deserve it.”

“Why do you say that? I mean, you’re surrounded by people who paid their way in. Look at the Saint Pierre girl and her friends. Does that bother you?” He stood from his seat slowly, walking to the other side of the room. He admired the small fireplace beside him for a moment before coming back to you, taking a seat on top of the wooden desk. “Surely you’ve thought about it.”

“I haven’t.” 

He went quiet as he thought for a moment before leaning forward, mere centimeters away from your face. You felt his icy hand on your cheek, his rings resting against the soft skin. You expected to feel his lips pressed against yours, but instead, you felt his cold breath as he whispered into your ear.

“I don’t think I believe you.”

It felt like some primal urge to break the connection he had to you. To stand up and be released from his grasp. But when his hand slipped down your cheek and to your neck, ghosting over your pulse, you melted underneath him. He locked his hand around your throat as he hummed quietly, simply watching your face. Your eyes were closed and your eyebrows lightly furrowed together as you tried not to show pleasure at the sexual touch. But God, it felt good. 

When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes again only to see his. They stared over you once more, but this time, his gaze was different. Something fiery burned behind the bright blue. “I like you. You’re different.” The light in the room went dark, only a few lit candles still remaining. For some reason, that didn’t even faze you as he stood before you, your heart beating a mile minute.

"It’s getting late. We can pick this up in the morning.” 

And with that, he released you from the room.

Later that night, you were laying in bed as you replayed the scene in your head. Was he intentionally toying with you like that? Surely so. He was so certain of himself and his actions as he watched you squirm. He loved it. He found his pleasure in being able to manipulate you so easily.

It was only an unexpected, quiet knock at the door that interrupted your thoughts. Was it Venable? Were you being taken somewhere else again? Had the Cooperative selected you? Had you done something wrong? Your mind raced with the possibilities as you crept over to the door. What stood behind it shocked you.

Langdon. 

He was dressed casually, sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was vastly different than what you had previously seen him in, and suited him a bit more than his usual formal wear, if you were honest. His reddish hair was tucked behind his ears, and he wore a blank expression on his face.

He wasted no time before snaking his hand around your waist, pulling you in for a deep kiss. He walked the two of you backwards as he kicked the door shut, letting it fall closed with a small ‘thud.’ Quickly, he leaned backwards to lock it.

The kiss was hungry. Passionate. Lustful. Slowly, he began to play with the hem of your nightgown, carefully moving closer and closer to the heat that pooled between your legs. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as his thumb gliding over your panties, letting him break the kiss only to lift your nightgown above your head, letting it fall on the floor.  

“That’s one way to make an entrance.” You mumbled, helping him strip his own shirt off. He smiled, letting you look him in the eye. The beautiful blues sent a chill down your spine while he just admired you. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.” He muttered. It wasn’t angry, or hesitant as you’d expected. He seemed glad, almost, to let you know his name. For you to call him something other than ‘sir’ or by his last name. “Michael Langdon.”

It was a blur how you ended up on your bed, Michael hovering over you. He planted a soft kiss to your collarbone, your breast, your stomach... Meanwhile his hand played with the waistband of your panties, pulling them down, down down, and tossing them away. You moaned softly as he rubbed your clit with his finger, a small swear falling from your mouth. 

Suddenly, he removed his hand, and moments later he comfortably rested between your thighs. He reached for your hand, sliding his rings onto your smaller fingers with ease. You didn't know why, but that simple action was so, so sexy to you. Maybe it was because he trusted you to keep them for him, a simple show of affection to you.

Recently, you had learned that Michael didn’t like to waste his valuable time. That was during the interview, and it was happening now. He liked things to be fast-paced, very straight to the point. He was confident about it, almost as if he had been used to doing it his whole life. 

He licked and sucked for a moment before stopping, presumably to gauge your reaction. That annoyed you. Gently, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, keeping him in place. You felt him groan lightly in pleasure. Had you just discovered his kink?

Michael continued to lick between your folds, slicking his fingers over you. You moaned loudly when he pushed two digits into you, letting you shiver with anticipation. The two of you were perfect together, with you tugging and pulling on his long, silken hair, guiding him easily. He followed your gestures like a lost puppy, focusing his attention wherever you directed him to. It seemed like the harder you pulled, the more submissive he became, melting under your fingertips. He held back small moans each time your grip tightened, his pace not slowing.

It wasn't much longer before pleasure washed over you as you came on his tongue, which he didn’t mind at all. In fact, the eager-to-please expression on his face told you that he enjoyed it.

When he finally pulled away, your eyes locked on his swollen lips and wet chin, which were dripping with your juices. Pulling him up your body, you hesitantly pressed your lips to his to taste yourself. You felt his excitement growing against you. That drove him wild in ways you could never understand. 

You pulled away from him a few moments later. “You’re so impatient. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that patience is a virtue?” 

“Do you think I would’ve helped you if it wasn’t?” He cooed, meeting your lips with another kiss. “What are you going to do about it, babe? Hm?”

You gave him a look as he rolled onto the bed, letting you climb on top of him. A newfound surge of confidence pulsed through your body as you untied his sweatpants, sliding them down his leg. You were in charge now, and Michael knew it. The way you kissed him as you guided his long cock into you only confirmed his suspicions. 

He gave your ass a small squeeze when you took him in, a small groan exiting his lips as he felt your warmth clasp around him. With a small thrust, you adjusted to his size quickly, leading to harder, deeper ones. The two of you fell into a nice rhythm soon, your hands resting on his bare chest. Every time you slid down, he'd buck his hips to meet you, eliciting a small moan from you every time. God, how he wished he could let you scream his name. If you wouldn’t be punished, even the corpses outside would know who was fucking you.

Neither of you lasted too much longer before you both reached your orgasms. His name and a string of curses fell from your lips as you came for the second time, and not but seconds later, light moans escaped the man in front of you as he finally, finally got his release. The two of you were both pleased as you sat on the now-messy bed together in silence, each of you trying to comprehend what had just now happened. 

Did you really just have late-night sex with a member of the Cooperative? Yes, yes you did.

You could tell that Michael wasn’t the type to stick around after he got what he wanted. He preferred to sleep on his own in his bed, his previous lover nowhere in sight. But somehow, some way, he couldn’t say no when you asked him to stay just long enough for you to fall asleep. That turned into “just a little while longer” and “I don’t want to wake her up,” which, in turn, resulted in the two of you being curled up together in the dark until morning came.

And that was good enough for you.

[deckspair]

May’s Musical Director’s Commentary

Hey guys! I'm May. You might remember me as "the one who did those nifty chatlogs and the roster page" or "the one who did all the music" or "that one mod who never said anything." Los and Mints agreed to let me write up this "director's commentary" on the music I did for DECK. There's no secret lore tidbits in here or anything, but if you liked my music you might find this an interesting glimpse into the process.

A Note On Sampling

Sampling is the practice of using preexisting audio to make new music. When I talk about what I've sampled here, I'm only going to mention particularly interesting cases. Almost all of the music I've done for DECK features audio from Free Wave Samples, so I figure that's not really worth mentioning except here. It's the other stuff that's interesting. EarthBound was an influence on my decision to pull in a bunch of audio from outside sources. I've always admired that game's use of sampling.

The First Chatlog

The chatlogs have consistently been pretty fun to do. I knew from the start that I didn't want to edit this together by hand, so I wrote a Processing sketch to render the video. It's not the most elegant thing in the world, and adding new features is a massive pain, but it's a lot easier than putting these together any other way. All I have to do is swap out the script and background shader and write a new song and I can just let the program churn away rendering a new video. (Of course, fiddling with the shader until it looks presentable takes so long that it kind of eats into the time savings.)

There's not much to say about this one. The typing sounds were graciously provided by Mints. Those with careful ears might notice the instrument playing the chords in other chatlog songs.

The Second Chatlog

One of the only interesting things about this one: the melody is actually a musical cryptogram! What it spells out is an exercise for the reader. ;) The miscellaneous background sounds are all distorted versions of stuff I recorded myself one day when my film teacher let me wander the halls with a microphone. Film school has its perks.

Rio Hachimitsu's BDA

Doing the first body drop music was pretty intimidating. The body discovery music in Danganronpa has a particular instantly recognizable quality to it. If I wanted to go for that style, I'd have to get it down perfectly. (Otherwise I'd come off as a cheap imitation.) So I decided to be original. After school PSAs would be proud.

The melody here is probably pretty familiar to you all by now. Every BDA has used some variation of this melody because I'm a sucker for leitmotif. The melody itself is a slightly modified version of the Dies Irae. (Yes, I know I'm very pretentious, but being pretentious is fun.) This is also the first instance of what I call the "death rattle." I put that strange scraping sound into every BDA and execution for consistency's sake. You can see it as the moment the soul leaves the deceased's body or the moment the onlookers realize somebody's just died... or something. The really fun part is what it is - it's a bell tree! Yknow, those tinkly whimsical things. It's just been reversed and slowed down and drenched in reverb. It's fun how malleable audio is.

Minnie Minami's EXE

This was fun! Despite being a film student for a while, I've never had to write music to sync up with a video before. (I still haven't - I'm pretty sure the video was edited to match up with the music and not vice versa.) The overall tone of this one was pretty obvious. Of course a ringleader's execution would be accompanied by messed up circus music. Anything else just wouldn't be right. There's not really much else to say about it other than that it includes samples from my toy accordion and slide whistle.

Sampled:

An old recording of Auld Lang Syne

Yasu Kozakura's BDA

The body drop's usage of mirrors really hit me in the art gut, so I figured the BDA jingle should have something to do with mirrors. This is why the melody plays forwards and backwards simultaneously, because mirrors. (Some call that kind of thing a "crab canon.")

My incredibly good and quality cat piano is also in here. A stretched out meow recorded from it forms the basis of the background chord.

NANIKO's EXE

For this one, I gave the video editor three different tracks, one for each "segment" of the execution. I did this as a cop-out because I didn't want to have to try to sync my music up with the video - this way, the editor could mash it all together.

The segment with the mirrors was an exercise in what's called "phase music", where two lines drift out of sync with each other, creating different rhythmic textures over the course of the song. (Piano Phase and Clapping Music, both by Steve Reich, are two classic examples of the form.) For some reason, echoey piano lines phasing in and out of sync feel mirror-y to me. They also form a nice musical callback to the BDA.

Sampled:

Me switching frequencies on the radio

Sayuri Nishi's BDA

Shoutout to Free Wave Samples for having a heartbeat sound. I didn't want to try to make that sound myself with drums. 

Kosuke Nakamura's EXE

This execution is significant because it's the first non-video one. Execution art wasn't my department, so I'm not going to speak on how that change affected the artists, but I found it liberating to be able to follow the more general emotional arc of the execution rather than being tethered to the pacing of a video.

When I asked Angela for guidance on where to go musically, we came to the conclusion that the proper genre would be "Tom and Jerry noir." That description alone is why I loved doing music for DECK - where else do you get the opportunity to write something with that as guidance? The most natural interpretation in my view was a song that starts out jazzy and segues into slapstick-esque classical to mirror the transition from the safety of noir to being mauled by a giant robot cat.

Also, the Slack notification sound is in there, since Los suggested a social media notification sound in the background somewhere. (Slack's basically social media for tech dorks, right?)

Sampled:

Slack

Tom and Jerry

The Missing BDAs

Unfortunately, I got preoccupied and neglected to do BDA music for the deaths in Chapter 4. Generally, there's not many interesting things to say about stuff that doesn't exist. The plan was to sample Pomp and Circumstance for Law N... but I didn't. Sorry, Froggy. I didn't have any other plans for this one.

Ukiyo-Maemi's EXE

This one relies so much on sampling it almost makes me feel bad. I got so much mileage out of the clanging percussion and the spooky background sounds that it's basically cheating. 

Sampled:

My lovely girlfriend 💕

OFF

Akira Akatsuki's BDA

I was in a very percussion-heavy mood when I wrote this. (Can you tell?) Listening to the FLCL soundtrack had me jonesing for some dramatic cymbals.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Genko Junshu's BDA

Junshu's body was found in the Navigation Station. This called to mind sonar beeps and garbled radio messages and such. This is another one that wouldn't be nearly as interesting without the sampling. Hopefully this is transformative enough to not get me labeled a hack.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Law Kiyuu's EXE

This execution actually freaked me the hell out the first time I read it. Freaked me out for like a week - something about the combination of incredible writing and the subject matter. It honestly felt calculated to scare me specifically.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one. I wanted to write something as unsettling as the execution it was accompanying. The intro is supposed to represent Law thinking he's already dead. Next comes his terror (evoked with the hilariously dissonant Altered scale), and then the final spooky arrhythmic section is supposed to be him being cut apart. (Note that part of the music drifts out of sync with itself to represent Law, uh, going to pieces.) The return of the piano is supposed to evoke the flashback section. That kind of piano sound always sounds spooky and/or sentimental to me.

Not much else to say now that I've dissected (heh) basically all of the decisions I've made for this one. I'm really proud of Law's execution song - it might be my favorite out of all the ones I've done for DECK.

Sampled:

Earthbound

Persona 2: Innocent Sin

The Doug Theme

Death Note

"It's a Long Way to Tipperary"

gamer butt song

Frogbot's EXE

The original plan for this one was start this one off with a hocket-y medley of all the previous body drops and executions. However, it would have been really tedious to export then import all the relevant instruments, so I didn't do that. Instead I remixed the typical BDA theme. It's supposed to convey the shift from FrogBot's reign of despair to the triumph of getting them executed. I realized part of the way through that this segment was far too triumphant given how many people died and the fact that the submarine is about to explode, so then I just ended it by lingering on a diminished chord. I'm not a very subtle person. Frogbot's execution lacks the death rattle 'cause there's no horrifying realization that one of your classmates is dead. (Exercise for the reader: find where I hid the Flintstones theme in this song. Good luck.)

Conclusion

DECK was a lot of fun to work on. I wrote some extremely messy code, made some sick as hell videos, and wrote some pretty baller music. I got to see some wonderful artists do their work, and I got to skim some pretty intense roleplaying. Thank you to everyone who said nice things about my music and to the mods for being really cool dudes. Special thanks to Mints and Los for letting me put this long-winded rant on their blog, and thank you for reading this whole thing.

See you on the flip side, y'all.

[rubylarkspur22]

So I read your last post and I noticed you mentioning an AU where Nezuko regains her human personality and memories early and recently I had a similiar idea, but with Nezuko only having vague recolections instead of her full memory. If I ever decided to write it (extremely unlikely as it is), it would be mostly cannon complaint, with few exceptions, like Nezuko getting a mask from Urodaki to replace her muzzle (so she can still talk), Nezuko staying with Tamayo and reuniting with Tanjiro before/during the forest arc, Nezuko teaching Genya how to demon in the Swordsmith Village (he would also have a big moment when he uses Aizetsu BDA) and during pillair training. At least until the last arc, because as I mentioned on ao3, I really want to see Nezuko vs Kokushibo. There would also be some other self indulgent stuff in the last arc, such as different characters surviving and few different match ups in the infinity fortress arc (most notably Obonai & Mitsuri participating in the Akaza fight).

Sorry for throwing all of this at you, I originaly wanted to just ask you how does your Nezuko regains her self early AU, differs from cannon (beyond the obviuos), but I kinda ended up ranting about mine.

Ooh! Your version sounds pretty fun! And trust me, I do not mind fun story rambling, I would be a hypocrite if I did. I a hundred percent support you writing that, if you decide to do so!

Now buckle in, we got a long one!

My version is basically Nezuko wakes up after her coma, and is pretty much her human self. There is still some stuff missing, but she managed to get most of herself back. And she also decides the muzzle is BS and yanks it off at the exact moment Urokodaki comes in the check on her.

After that, Tanjirou comes back and he and Nezuko figure out what's missing and how to go about things. If Nezuko managed to conquer the sun shortly after her sleep, she would get a mask to hide her demonic features while she's hanging around humans. If not, she would still get the mask, but stay in her box during the day. This leads to fun Nezuko Box Commentary opportunities.

Aside from conversation abilities, Nezuko would also regularly fuss over Tanjirou, especially if he got hurt. He may be the eldest, but she's still got an obligation to worry about him as his sister. It also extends to his friends once she gets close to them too.

She would be quick to establish boundaries, especially around Zenitsu. No claiming her as his wife.

Also, Nezuko gets to rip some Hashira a new one during the trial. She would definitely tear into them for 1. not letting Tanjirou explain himself, 2. stabbing her repeatedly (Shinazugawa got the death stare, and suddenly remembered angry small people were, in fact, terrifying even without fangs), and 3. making a mess in the nice house and waving blood in her face. She also would NOT appreciate Himejima implying she possessed Tanjirou. Great offense would be taken at that, how dare he. She stays close to Tanjirou and any Hashira that didn't want her dead after then. Maybe she conquers the sun then, if she hasn't already, trying to protect Tanjirou. I read a fanfic with that premise, and it was really good.

Things go pretty similar for the Mugen Train Arc, but maybe Nezuko steps in against Akaza. Even if he doesn't fight women, all she has to do is get some of her blood on him and he's getting roasted. That might save Rengoku, then he can vouch for her personally!

RLD Arc still sees Nezuko go berserk, but maybe she manages to reign herself in a little until Tanjirou calms her down fully. When they get a moment, they absolutely talk about it and why Nezuko went as far as she did compared to fighting other demons. (My head canon is that Nezuko went so far then because she was, even if only subconsciously, terrified of losing the only family she had left.) Lots of crying, lots of hugs. Some apologies get tossed around. They probably also talk about seeing themselves in Gyutaro and Daki, because THAT would have gotten brought up and discussed if Nezuko wasn't brain fried!

Swordsmith Village, pretty much the same. If Nezuko already conquered the sun, I can imagine this epic scene of her just standing there while Hantengu burns, glaring at him as he begs for mercy or help. Kinda like Luz does to Belos in the Owl House finale, except Hantengu gets decapitated instead of stomped. And maybe hit with the blood arson.

I can see Nezuko participating in Hashira Training and insisting she take up the sword. Even if she didn't go to Final Selection. This would be for any number of reasons. She wants to help Tanjirou, she wants to be able to protect herself from demons that may try to capture her, she doesn't want everyone fighting and maybe dying to keep her safe, etc.

If she participated in the final battle, Yushiro would make sure she had one of his little eyes for invisibility. If she's gonna be sticking around and fighting, might as well limit her chances of getting spotted and captured. And I can definitely see her going after either Douma or Kokushibo. Probably Kokushibo because Douma is, well, Douma. Maybe she even goes after Nakime, burning the Biwa Demon so Yushiro can do his thing while Mitsuri and Obanai take the chance to provide backup to other Slayers(I like the idea of throwing them at Akaza). Once that's done, Nezuko goes to fight Kokushibo, possibly even saving Genya as she intervenes. Then Kokushibo would be confused because something just attacked him, but where tf is it? Honestly a BDA+Breath Style versus BDA+Breath Style fight sounds epic. And Nezuko would have an edge in that her BDA burns demons and slows their regen A LOT. You bet your bottom dollar she's using that!

Then we go to Muzan. He would definitely try to get her to come to him by threatening everyone else there, but ESPECIALLY Tanjirou. Muzan would be like "I killed everyone else in your family, you think I won't kill him? You think I won't draw it out and make it painful just to make you hurt?" Tanjirou still gets that hit to his eye and everyone gets the infection from canon. But not only does Chachamaru come in with some medicine, Nezuko can just burn the poison out! Which is good for Tanjirou, it'll mean he's no longer actively dying while fighting Muzan. From there, it would be awesome to see Nezuko and Tanjirou fighting Muzan together, and Nezuko burning Muzan while the sun does the same. He tries to devour her, but the remaining Hashira intervene. Tanjirou might still deliver the final blow, and then it's over.

If I were to do DKT in this AU, Nezuko would be the major fighter against her brother. Everyone is either too wounded or is emotionally unable to do it. And Nezuko, though she loves her brother and doesn't want to see him hurt or killed, understands that he isn't like she was. He can't control himself, and he could easily get someone killed if someone doesn't stop him. He promised to kill her and himself if she ate a human, she might as well return the favour and make sure his hands spill no human blood by any means necessary. So she throws herself at him, remembering Tamayo saying something about Nezuko's blood helping another demon regain themselves. She lets him bite her, using her BDA to try and burn out Muzan's influence while also trying to get through to Tanjirou verbally. He starts to slow down, and Kanao administers the booster shot of the antidote.

Once Tanjirou comes back, and they know it's over, Nezuko takes her own dose of the antidote. Even with the fever and pain it causes her, she refuses to leave her brother's side. Luckily, she's only transforming back for one night. The first thing Tanjirou sees when he wakes up is his little sister as a human again. Cue the tearful hugs. And from there, it goes as it did in canon. With a few more survivors, of course. Genya and Sanemi go travelling together, Mitsuri and Obanai get married, all that good stuff.

BONUS! Little Sibling Club! Nezuko, Muichiro, Senjurou, Genya, the entire Butterfly Team, Giyuu. They get together at least monthly, if not weekly. There's tea, and snacks, and chit-chat. This includes unintentional therapy sessions, all of them are horribly traumatized in some way or another. Some of them might have decided to gang up on Sanemi and dogpile him on sight.

[knyplotrewrite]

hii, I just found your blog and started reading your rewrite and your writing is soo good!

read a couple of your character analysises and was wondering about your thoughts on canon aoi? if you've already done this then sorry for not seeing it (and if you could send a link that would be cool, but no biggy)

once again, really enjoying your writing. rewriting something is such a bug project to do and seeing how far you've gotten (99 chapters on wattpad, WOW) is really inspiring.

this came out longer than I intended, sorry for the spam

Ooough, thank you! I have brainrot lol

Regarding the Aoi analysis, I actually have one planned for her, just haven't gotten around to actually writing it up and posting it (I'll definitely tag your blog when it does eventually release *wink*)

I do have to mention there may be outdated information in the Wattpad version like Tamayo's BDA not using a smoking pipe, and the trans Tanjirou changes aren't in there, but nothing too big, you can still easily follow the major revisions I've made to the plot without missing anything.

Thanks for the interest hehe! I hope you enjoy the stuff I've reworked :3

[poorvikac-blog]

Hey love, I know aap mere samne ye letter read ker rhe ho or meko apke expressions dekhne me bda maza aa raha hai.. I love to write about positive things and positive happenings in my life.. soo here I am writing about and for you as aap meri life ka ek bohoootttt bdaaa vala positive part ho love.. Since you’ve been in my life, nothing negative has been swimming around my mind. I forget about all my worries and I just keep thinking about you and how adorable and wonderful you are. I know we are meant to be forever. Forever. Want to know why? Because we have loved each other from the very beginning and we will keep on loving each other forever. I am always there, with you. If you miss me, remember that I am right there listening to you. I want you to know how much I appreciate your every gesture and how much I look forward to being there for you like you are there for me. When I look at you today, I realize my love for you grows deeper, richer, and more satisfying. Whenever something good happens, you are the first person I want to tell. I am the luckiest woman in the world because I can truly say that I am in love with my best friend. There is no another man in the world who can love me adore me as much as you do, and I just wanted let you know that I love you a lot. Lots of love, Poorvika 

[lem0ncola]

DR FAN OC KILLING GAME

The other day I was thinking about hosting a DR OC killing game ! This will be hosted on discord so just read everything here if you want to join !!!

After you finish reading this please submit your application via the submissions box !

**Note: this will be hosted on a discord server

Also if you are accepted I will message you on tumblr the server link

Rules

-Be nice to everyone !

-No metagaming

-No red blood

-You are only allowed to miss 1 class trial and if you know you have to miss multiple please don’t join (I’m sorry if this sounds rude;;)

-If you find out you cannot continue participating please let me (the admin) know so you can be a victim or a killer.

-Please take into considerations peoples triggers and try to avoid mentioning them

-No NSFW please

Terminology

-Super high school level (SHSL): This is what your character specializes in. It’s also referred to as a talent and students with a SHSL talent are referred to as ‘Ultimates’.

-Mastermind (MM): A student who was chosen by the admin to be the person behind the killing game. -Traitor: A person picked by the mastermind to murder someone if nobody kills anyone for a while.

-Blackened: The culprit or person who killed a student (or students).

-Monocoins (MC): The currency of the school killing life.Use these to buy items from the store. You can earn them from drawing art and succeeding in class trials.

-Body discovery announcement(BDA): This occurs when 3 or more students discover a body.

Investigation: A certain amount of time given to investigate the crime scene and find clues (occurs after the body discovery).

-Monokuma File (MF): The file given after the body discovery is made.It includes the basic information on the victim(s), the time of death, where the murder occurred, cause of death, and any other wounds

-Class trial (CT): The place where all the students discuss the murder and try to find the culprit(or blackened).

INVESTIGATIONS/CLASS TRIAL

-After the body discovery announcement is made clues are given

-After a certain amount of time (probably 15-30 minutes) the investigation time is over and you will start the class trial !

-There is no set time limit for the class trial but be ready to sit down for a while and discuss !!!

-If players vote the wrong person the true culprit gets to pick someone they want to get executed in their place and will return to the school killing life

-If players vote correctly then the true culprit will be executed

ART

THIS GROUP IS MOSTLY BASED ON ART !

-If your character dies you are required to draw to draw their death scene

-If your character is executed you are required to draw a clip from their execution

Character Creation

-No two students can share the same talent.

-A student cannot have multiple talents.

-Students may not have the talents as a “SHSL Hope” or “SHSL Despair” (only the mastermind who will have a fabricated talent)

-Characters can be from any country

-All students must be human (no hybrids)

-Students should have outfits that correspond with their talent

-Students must be in between the ages of 15-18

-Unnatural hair colors are allowed

-Unnatural eye colors are allowed

-No Mary Sues/Gary Sues

WRITING PORTION

APPLICATION

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Name: Discord:

Pronouns:

Timezone:

Any triggers or discomforts?:

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name (first,last):

Age(15-18)

Gender/Pronouns:

Talent:

Nationality:

Appearance(give an indepth description):

Height(cm and inches):

Weight:

Extra information:

Are you up for having your character be the mastermind?:

Are you up for having your character be the traitor?:

Execution ideas: (please list an execution idea so I can know in advance)

EXAMPLE

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Name: Kai Discord: immakingthisup#6969

Pronouns: She/her

Timezone: Central

Any triggers or discomforts?: nope

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name (first,last): Iris Mukutarou

Age(15-18): 17

Gender/Pronouns: Female she/her

Talent: SHSL Hacker

Nationality: ½ Japanese ½ American

Appearance(give an indepth description): Iris has very pale skin with light lime hair that goes down to her shoulders and desaturated red eyes.She wears a maroon jacket with brown cuffs and a jacket collar, the brown parts have 1 red stripe going across them(idk if this makes sense).Under her jacket she wears a desaturated brown t-shirt tucked into a gray-ish brown skirt that goes down to the middle of her thighs.She wears deep red knee high socks with dark brown high tops.She also has a necklace the goes down a couple inches below her neck with a light blue stone on it.She also wears dark colored rings on her index and ring fingers on both hands.

Height(cm and inches): 170 cm 5’7

Weight: 130 lbs.

Likes: Lemonade, computers, cherry flavored things Dislikes: super sweet things, rainy days

Extra information: her mother is Japanese and her father is American

Are you up for having your character be the mastermind?: Yes

Are you up for having your character be the traitor?: No

Execution idea: (TW CHOKING) Iris Mukutarou’s Last Decoding- Iris goes into her execution with strings tied on her like she’s a puppet.A large computer can be seen behind her.Monokuma dances her on the computer keys.The strings start to get tangled and they choke her to death.On the computer behind her the words “Embrace Despair” can be seen.

DRAWING PORTION

So there’s literally only like 3 rules for this sagfhgh

-MUST be a full body drawing

-It can be a colored sketch but make sure I can actually see what you drew

-It can also be a lined drawing with flat colors

-Or it can be a finished drawing I don’t really mind ashjg

-Please put a color palette in the drawing somewhere

-With the color palette you can have colors on the side labelled with where they go or you can draw arrows pointing to color circles (if this makes sense)

APPLICATIONS CLOSE ON 7/28/17

also thank you @fake90s for helping me with this !!!