#king shak

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Has enough time passed that I can say I still enjoy a few runs that came out during the new 52? Don't get me wrong, this era had many problems, but there were some pretty cool aspects to the stories, characterizations, and even designs I really liked! Do they outweigh the issues, not always, but I think some good came from it.

Commissions open

[thelilylav]

Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

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chapter seven: cutting ties

word count: 2.4k

Redlight: ... [6]

note: this was a lot of fun to make, and the love/support makes me so happy! I hope everyone enjoyed this series as much as I did <3

Now it was time for phase two of his plan: kill Rana Singh

Queenie had called your cell phone late last night. While you were laying next to Devu, talking about his fight with Sher Khan and holding hands, your phone buzzed. 

“I don’t know where the hell you’ve been these past few days but you better have your ass here tomorrow,” Queenie growled into the phone. Putting the phone on speaker, you set the phone to where Devu could hear as well.

“Baba Shakti is celebrating at the King’s Club, which means that Chief Rana will be there to guard him. I need tomorrow to go perfectly, which means I need your ass in a red dress on his lap before dinner, you hear me?” Her voice was increasing in volume by the second. “Not the club dress, that one’s too distasteful. I need you in that one evening gown,” she explained calmly, her tone doing a 180. 

“Okay,” you assured, looking at Devu and forming a plan in your mind. “I’ll be there.”

“Great, see you then.” You could practically hear the smile through the phone. Devu went to speak but you hushed him, your mind racing as you thought of your plan.

It was relatively simple. When you went to the club, you would stash a knife in the kitchen so you could retrieve it before meeting with Rana. It would be hidden under your dress, along with a small firework explosive. Devu would break into the kitchen and make his way into the elevator. You tried to persuade him to take a quieter, more discreet route, but he wanted to make as much noise and destruction as possible. Once he made it into the lounge, you would set off your explosive at Rana while Devu fired his explosives into the air, causing as much chaos as possible. 

Rana Singh would die, and then you would be free. Both of you would be free. 

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Making it into the kitchen, you grabbed the knife and took the elevator to the dressing rooms. Changing into an elegant red dress, with the knife and explosive hidden on your thigh, you did your makeup. Hands shaking, you had to take a deep breath to calm your nerves. You didn’t speak to anyone–not even Sita.

Soon the guests arrived and were escorted into the lounge. Rana saw you waiting patiently by the wall near across the elevator doors and joined you. 

“Hey, baby,” he whispered, voice deep and rich.

“Hey there yourself, handsome,” you purred, leaning closer to him. Making small talk, the guests sat themselves and a man took to the stage. “Is that…?” you asked quietly in fake astonishment. 

“Baba Shakti?” Rana finished. “Yeah, I’m guarding him tonight,” he smirked, eyes scanning over the entire room. He smiled handsomely. “So you can’t distract me too much tonight, hmm? Even though you’re simply to die for.” He made a point by grabbing a handful of your ass.

Gasping in surprise, you giggled. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the man on the stage started. “What an honor it is to be here with the Sovereign Party on the cusp of our historic victory.” 

Rana immediately went to work and diligently scanned the crowd. 

“One day, the maharajas on these walls will be replaced with portraits of each and every one of you,” the speaker smiled, making the audience quietly laugh. “We will rid Mother India of her scars and make her beautiful once more. I would like to acknowledge the great contribution of a mighty chief of police, Rana Singh!” The crowd applauded him, and you did as well, along with giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “His courage and integrity has led to Yatana’s lowest crime rate.”

‘Devu should be making his way through the kitchen,’ you thought, still standing by Rana. 

“There is still one other person, without whose blessing, we would not be here. My guru. My mentor. His Holiness…Indian’s lion…Baba Shak-!”

A huge explosion from below you shook the walls and flickered the lights. The crowd gasped and murmured amongst themselves. Rana, now at full attention, began looking around the room for possible answers. 

Your hand slowly shifted down your thigh and through a hidden slit. Grabbing the explosive, you shifted behind Rana so he couldn’t see. There was a candle a few feet away from you. If only you could just…

The elevator doors opened with a ding! Devu’s explosive fireworks flew into the room and straight for Rana. Taking this as an opportunity, you lept towards the candle to light your own explosive while Rana shielded himself with his arm. Everyone rushed to the nearest exit, screaming, which left you a nice and clear target. 

With no warning, you lit the firework and watched as it exploded against Rana Singh. It caused his skin to open and welt, but if it hurt him he didn’t let it show. Devu was lighting his own fireworks and making impressive work out of Rana’s men. 

“You bitch!” Rana yelled, voice growling dangerously. He stalked towards you. Turning to run, he grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling you to the ground. Rolling out of the way of a punch, your hand quickly found the hidden knife in your dress, but unfortunately, Rana was able to pick you up and throw you back onto the floor. 

Groaning, you stumbled back and onto your feet in time to meet Rana’s fist, but you ducked just in time. Using the momentum, you sank your blade into his shoulder with a grunt of effort. 

Rana yelled in pain and pushed you away, back onto the floor. Grabbing the handle of the knife, he yanked out the blade and stalked towards you. Just as you stood up, his hand wrapped around your throat and constricted. Your scream attracted the attention of Devu, which Rana took note of. 

Instinctively, your own hands flew to paw and claw at Rana’s, but it was useless. Rana started to walk forwards, which made you instinctively want to walk backwards as to lessen the pressure on your neck. Your back hit the wall of the elevator room and the hand on your throat increased in pressure. 

Devu heard the elevator ding. Looking over, his eyes widened in dread as Rana Singh met his stare, his hand still choking you. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Devu rushed after you as quickly as possible. Alpha and her warriors arrived, which let him focus his attention on you. However, Queenie arrived with a gun and almost shot him. Sita managed to strike a devastating blow against Queenie's head, killing her and allowing Devu to sever her thumb for later use. 

Devu tried to catch his breath during the elevator ride to the VIP lounge, but the thought of you in danger through that out the window. Hands clenching with blood, he readied himself to save you. 

When the doors to the VIP lounge slid open, he heard a wet gasping and several body blows. Throwing all caution to the wind, he sprinted inside to find you. Laying in a small puddle of blood, you gasped for air, crying. The knife you struck Rana with was now in your own shoulder, blood oozing out of the wound.

He’s seen this before, hasn’t he? Devu, paralyzed by the memory of his mother, looked at you in horror as the realization of the similarities set in. Immobilized by fear, Rana took advantage of his trap and struck Devu across the face, sending him to the ground next to you. Your bloody face with eyes peering into him would haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Finally out of your tree, huh?” Rana mused. “Get up.” 

Devu groaned as he got up, giving you one more heartbroken glance before steadying himself for a fight. 

“Did your mother send you back for more?”

Devu dodged Rana’s heavy punches with incredible speed. They exchanged several blows, but Devu was fully prepared for this fight. He was able to knock Rana down briefly, but the chief of police shoved him through a glass display, temporarily halting Devu’s progress. 

“Get up, motherfucker!” Rana let Devu rise to his feet. “You son of a whore. What are you looking at?” Following his gaze, he saw that Devu was watching you slowly climb off the floor and rest your back against a tipped over table. The knife was out of your shoulder and rested loosely in your palm. 

Rana hummed and chuckled. “The son of a whore is in love with a whore. How romantic.”

Devu went feral. Yelling, he dodged another blow and kicked Rana in the thigh, stunning him slightly. Sizing each other up briefly, Devu glared at Rana with fire in his eyes before they each threw a punch, which landed on the other’s punch. Rana shook his hand to ease the pain as Devu just watched. 

It was over for Rana. Devu, now wild and reckless, attacked the man with full abandon. Rana got sent to the floor. Devu, panting, strolled to you and grabbed your shoe that had slipped off. He winked at you before striking Rana across the face with the heel. 

It was…terrifying to see Devu like this. He striked Rana again a few more times with the heel of your shoe before dropping it to the ground. Grabbing Rana by his hair, eyes crazed, he punched him again, sending him to the floor. 

“Get up,” Devu ordered. “Get up!” Rana groaned; he rolled onto his back as he wheezed for breath. 

You watched–eyes wide in horror–as Devu delivered blow after blow onto the man’s face, killing him with nothing but his fists. A large puddle of blood flowed out and away from his head, life slipping away with it.

As if suddenly remembering, he turned on his foot and dashed to you, yelling your name. He extended his hand rather quickly to help you up, but you flinched. Devu’s eyes widen and his brows knit together, realizing that you just watched him kill a man with his bare hands. His bloody hands shook as he displayed them, trying to relay that he was no harm.

“No, no-no-no-no!” he mumbled quickly. “It-it’s okay! It’s over. It’s done.” 

Breathing raggedly, you shifted against the wall but moaned in pain. Devu instantly came to your side, helping you stand and lean against him. The blood on his hands transferred to your skin. 

Devu helped you get into the elevator. His finger hovered over the lobby button, but you smacked his hand away with effort. His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Penthouse,” you gasped. “Shakti’s there.”

“But you need-”

You shook your head. “I’m f-fine. I can wait.” Devu watched you, unsure. “Baba Shakti will get away if we don’t go now.” 

Devu, eyes still on you, slowly retrieved Queenie’s severed thumb from his pocket and used it to get into the penthouse. The blood on your hands made it difficult to keep the blade in your grasp.

“Welcome, Queenie.”

Devu maneuvered your arm to wrap around his shoulder for better stabilization. The elevator display screen image turned into a crown, signaling that you had made it to the penthouse. The doors opened to reveal Baba Shakti sitting across the wall, foot lazily splashing in the water below his seat. Devu and you slowly walked towards him, stopping beside the painting of Hanuman.  

“So you are the one?” Baba Shakti looked out the window and at the fireworks dancing across the sky. “Look at them all…Diwali. The triumph of light over darkness. The defeat of Ravana. But Ravana was no demon. He was a scholar. A visionary. He built an empire out of nothing.”

The man shook the water from his foot and grabbed his shoes before coming to a stop in front of you two. “Why not end this cycle of violence? Or we will be trapped in it for generations.”

“Do you even know my mother’s name?” Devu asked quietly. “Do you know any of their names?”

Baba Shakti rolled his eyes. “Anger will not quiet your soul, my son.”

“Don’t call me ‘son.’”

The man scoffed softly and tapped his wooden shoes together. “These were carved by a devout follower, who wore them to protect his feet from harming any small creature. On the side here, there’s an old prayer: ‘Forgive me, Mother Earth, for the sin of injury which I inflict with each step.’”

A helicopter slowly whirred outside, its beacon blinding you with its light.

“My chariot is here.”

Baba Shakti revealed a hidden blade from his shoe and stabbed Devu in the stomach. He gasped and gripped the hand that was twisting the blade further into his abdomen.

Quickly, you brought your blade over your head to stab the guru, but he was too quick. His second blade from his other shoe lodged itself into your chest. Screaming, you dropped the knife, landing it right onto his arm, the one that was still holding the blade. Baba Shakti shrieked and let go of both blades as fell backwards onto the ground, his good arm holding the wounded one.

Eyes suddenly becoming hazy, you slipped off of Devu’s shoulder and onto the ground. With your hand feeling the hole in your chest, you gasped raggedly as you kneeled on the floor. Blood seeped past your fingertips and onto the marble. 

Devu became overrun with anger and allowed his adrenaline to kick into overdrive. Yelling, he took the blade that was in his stomach and lunged for Baba Shakti. Sinking the weapon into his chest multiple times–the same place he stabbed you–he readied himself for the final blow.

Shakti gurgled, blood flowing past his lips. “You can’t,” he said weakly. “These people need me. Please, I’ll give you what you want.” He started to plead. “I’ll do anything. Forgive me! Ha-ha-have mercy, please!”

“Only God can forgive you now.”

Devu heaved the small blade above his head and stabbed it in the middle of Baba Shakti’s forehead, killing him instantly. Panting quietly, Devu stumbled to his feet and clutched his stomach. His eyes slowly panned over to you, and he screamed in agony. 

There you were–lying on the floor, hand to your chest, eyes staring into nothing. 

He didn’t bother to stifle the sob that escaped him. Crashing onto his knees, he gently picked up your head and let it rest in his lap. Bending down to kiss your forehead, tears raining onto your face, he placed a small kiss on your temple.

He did not get back up.

His body slumped over yours.

Three bodies entered the room that night. Not one made it back out.

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[howlingday]

Jnpr pet au

Altirhinus from dinosaur king. Its a dinosaur that plays soccer with the orange one. Dino soccer.

Nora: Aw~! They're playing~!

Jaune: N- Nora! The ground is shak- AGH! AH BID MAH DUNG!

[biscuitblinkeu]

Oddly Entranced [3]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2352

ToSumUp: The king begins to put his plan in action. You take Rosie shopping.

A/N: I’m pretty excited to write the next chapter. Meant to post this yesterday. Was gonna write more to ACTUALLY end the chapter but I’ll save it for next ig

“…The surface. A place called New York.” 

“The human word,” he stated, face settling into a mask of indifference, anger simmering beneath the surface. There was a low growl in his tone as he spoke, “She’s well aware the human world is forbidden— everyone knows that! I set specific rules and expect them to be followed.” 

“Yes, humans are trouble. I’ve tried to tell that girl…” 

There’s a silence, pain crossing the king's face for a moment. He’s realized no amount of threatening will stop that curiosity brewing in Rosé’s mind. No matter how many times he destroys her human-made trinkets or forbids her to observe the humans, she would not listen. She was too much like her mother. He wouldn’t allow it. He would just have to lock her up— no, he’d destroy her faith in humans. Trust could easily be broken, and he would get through to her one way or another. 

The King settled back down on his throne, shoulders sagged, fingers rubbing his temples. “Bring me my daughters— all three of them. Rosé must be brought home at once.”

“Yes, sir.” The crab made a move to go. 

“Wait,” he commanded, making the crab face him again. “Find out where she is and what she’s doing in this…New York. Contact the Shak’s sea magicians if you must, we need Rosé on surveillance.”

“Right away, my king.” Sebastian side-stepped his way out of the sea cave to do as he’s told. He had a bad feeling about this, but he only wished Rosé the best— he wanted her to be safe. He was loyal to Rosé, having been her attendant since childhood, however, if the king commands him he will do as he’s told…

Jennie, temporarily residing in the Atlantic Ocean, was the easiest to find for Sebastian. She was humming a tune as the maid behind her held up a pearl necklace, the mirror allowing her to see. She nodded in approval.

Sebastian stopped at the doorway to her quarters. “Jennie, the king requests your attendance.”

Surprised, a smile appears on her face. “Sebastian!” She swims to him, maroon-colored tail flicking powerfully. “Father wants to see me?” The feline-featured woman repeated. “Very well. But…” She picks the blue crab by a claw, holding him in front of her face. “Is your shell changing color? I remember it being brighter; are you perhaps stressed, Bastian?”

Sebastian gasps, and Jennie lets him sink to the sea floor. “My shell? What about my shell, now? Oh! It’s really changed color; I’ve got to be stressed.”

The princess frowned. “You poor thing, what’s going on?”

“You know your sister’s been running circles around me— that crazy girl. I’m getting too old for this. She’s why the king needs to speak w’you and your sisters.”

Even though he didn’t say which sister, recognition crossed Jennie’s face, and her smile faded slightly as worry flooded her mind; she knew her sister was a bit eccentric, fascinated with humans. She knew her father and Rosé didn’t get along because of it.  “Rosé? What has she done now?”  

Nothing bad, she hoped. 

“Well,” the blue crab hesitated. Sebastian looked at the maids, who were trying awfully hard to not eavesdrop, then at Jennie again. “I…I’ll let the king tell you, it’s not my place to speak.”

“I see,” Jennie nodded. She turned around, expression apologetic. “Thank you, ladies. You’re dismissed.”

The maids left with slight dips of their head, then the two left to see the king. 

.

“Did you ever find out where she lives?” Isa asked, leaning over your cubicle wall, her lanyard dangling over the side. The two of you had convinced your manager to put your workspaces next to each other, claiming you worked harder when you were in close proximity. 

You stopped typing and pushed away from the desk, cracking your knuckles. Isa watched you stretch patiently.

You shook your head at her. “I…I still don’t know. She always has this look in her eyes, as though the world and everything in it is so beautiful and new— like she’s seeing all of it for the first time. It just doesn’t make sense,” you murmured. “And when I ask I can’t get any answers because she doesn’t speak— or write.”

Isa sighed. “Maybe something happened to her? Like, I don’t know… memory loss? Trauma? Abuse? She seems like a sweet person.”

You frowned at the thought, thinking about where you first met her. “Yeah, maybe. I hope not, though.”

“So, you’re okay with being at work and leaving her alone at your apartment?” 

You thought about it. Are you okay with it? Somewhat. You worried she’ll get into things even though you tried to baby-proof your apartment. You hoped she was able to find the breakfast you made her and the snacks you left out. You wouldn't be so worried if you had just woken her up before you left early in the morning, but thought better of it since she stayed up late watching Netflix. You made sure to explain that for a period of the day she would be left alone— to which she blinked and nodded at, so you assumed she understood— and that you would come back. 

You shrugged. “She’ll be okay.”

Hopefully.

.

You entered your apartment and locked the door behind you, bending over to take off your shoes. Surprisingly, you didn’t hear the television playing, nor anything else for that matter. You wondered if Rosie was sleeping in the guest room, or perhaps left. 

A moment later you heard the quick padding of feet against the floorboards, then a flash of blonde hair entered your vision before you were being pressed into something soft and warm. “Wha…?” You felt heat creep up your neck as arms wrapped around you. 

(You didn’t understand why your hair and body products smelled so much better on her). “Uhm, Rosie?” You tried to pull back, away from the intoxicating smell of vanilla, but she held you tighter, burying her face in your neck. Her grip was tight, almost as though she were afraid you would slip away from her. 

Oh.

A feeling of regret prickled your heart, and instantly, you knew you should’ve been clearer on when you were going to come home. There was a chance she was distracted when you told her, or that she genuinely didn’t know what and where your work was, and it made her think you left and were never going to come back. The latter doesn’t seem so far-fetched, considering that awed look she has in her eyes most of the time. 

Hesitantly, your hand came up to her hair, petting it. Her grip tightened on your coat, and she finally looked up. Your hand paused when you noticed there were tears in her eyes, a subtle frown playing on her lips. 

She panicked when she woke up and realized you weren’t home, chest constricting at the thought she’d be all alone in this world again. She tugged on your shirt, her eyes conveying questions. Where were you? Where did you go? Why did you leave? 

Oh, God. You felt even worse. 

“I’m so sorry I took so long to come back, the roads were bad and— well, you were probably waiting awhile, weren’t you? You don’t have to cry, I’ll always come back.” You said, then wondered if it was something you could keep true. Nonetheless, you didn’t take it back.

Rosie blinked at you, her lips settling in a thin line. Her hands flexed on your shirt, and she raised a brow, non-verbally asking “promise?”.

You smiled. “I promise, and, if for any reason I have to leave longer, I’ll tell you beforehand— and sometimes you can come with me, okay?”

Rosie nodded slowly, releasing her grip on you. She waited till you took your coat off and followed you into the living room, seemingly wanting to be in your presence.

You were relieved to see the omelet you made her was eaten— the snacks weren’t touched however. You put the plate in the sink, stealing a quick glance at Rosie. She was hugging the couch pillow, looking at you.

“Hey, want to go out? I know it’s usually the time you take a nap, so if you don’t want to, that's fine. I just thought you might want to get out of the apartment for a little,” you rambled.

Rosie perked up, lips tugging up into a small smile as she nodded. It would be nice to see more of this world. 

That was all you needed to confirm her agreement. “All right, we’ll go.” She scrambled down from her spot on the couch, already heading to the door.

You eyed her legs, then shook your head with an amused laugh. “If you want to go you’ll have to wear pants, I don’t want you getting sick.”

She froze, already halfway across the room. Slowly, her gaze shifted towards yours, to her legs, and then her lips parted. Her mouth opened and closed - like she was forming words, yet couldn’t get the sound out, before she nodded dejectedly. Okay…

You stepped towards her, putting your hands on her shoulders to steer her to your bedroom. “It’s only for a few hours. Once we finish our activities, we can come back and you can take them off, all right?”

She huffed, and you took it as a yes. She sat on your bed as you dug through your drawers, pulling out a gray sweatshirt with matching sweatpants, and socks with avocados on them. 

When you held them up, her nose wrinkled, so with a laugh you turned around with socks with a few cats on them. She had no negative reaction so you left it.

“Here, you can wear these. It’s still cold out because it keeps raining, so these will keep you warm.” You laid them on the bed next to her.  “Oh! I have hair ties, just if you wanna put your hair up…” you rummaged through your dresser for them. You turned around with a white scrunchy and a regular, black hair tie as options, only to go still in surprise.

She already started to pull her shirt off above her head and you held your hands up, frantically telling her to stop. “It’s not good for you to change in front of me— even though you may be comfortable with it— we don’t really know each other well, and it’s a little embarrassing. You’re…” Oh, she’s beautiful. But you wouldn’t say it to her face and make things weird. That glimpse of her toned stomach caught your attention, and you bit your lip nervously as a warmth crept up onto your cheeks. God, you really are hopeless, aren’t you? (Pretty people are your weakness) Stop staring already. 

“Look, I’ll be out in the living room, just come out when you’re done, kay?” After a singular nod from her, you closed the door behind you and left her to get dressed.

Rosie stared at the door for a few more moments after you left, a blush appearing on her own cheeks. She made you flustered just then, didn’t she? A grin pulled at her lips. She didn’t know humans were so expressive. 

About 10 minutes later she entered the living room. You looked up from your phone, smiling softly at her. Although she looked adorable in your clothes, it was clear you needed to get her some of her own. She had a taller figure than you and though the sweatpants looked baggy on you, they were fitted for her. 

She held the scrunchie and a brush up to you, looking at you expectingly. You laughed lightly, nodding at her, and brushed her hair into a neat ponytail. Then, clad in puffer coats, you left your apartment.

.

The streets, wet and filled with noise, were something you were used to. Rosie, however, would flinch every once in a while because of a car honk or yell from a bypasser. She stayed almost pressed against your side, wide, curious eyes taking in the scene before her. 

You let out a puff of air, breath turning into fog, as you contemplated on where to go shopping. New York had no shortage of places to eat or shop, it was just hard to choose which. 

You spotted a clothing store and headed there. 

“You can pick out anything you like,” you told her. It’s a bold statement, things were getting expensive— but you prepared for this. It’s not the first time. “I’d like you to have some shirts, shorts, and underwear.”

The first time you went broke after taking a homeless mom and her child out shopping, you cried. (They were happy— broke people— tears, of course). Since then, you’ve had a card specifically reserved for your “adoptions,” Issa calls it. She thinks you're crazy because you have a card you voluntarily put money on for other people. 

So if Rosie wanted to buy a third of the store…you would potentially have enough. 

She blinked at you. Anything?

The first piece of clothing she picked up was a navy blue shirt, cropped. Then, a few hoodies with designs on them, and three pairs of shorts. Some baggy jeans, tops, a pair of shoes, etc. 

You couldn’t help but notice that after each item she picked up, she would glance at you. You wondered what she was thinking. 

“Is this all you want?” You asked. The total amount of items was way less than what you expected. 

She nodded, looking bashful. It’s more than enough. Thank you.

“Okay, then.” You headed to the register, putting her stuff on the counter for the two workers to scan. 

“Will this be all?”

“Yes,” you answered, pulling your card out.

“Do you have a rewards card with…” He trailed off, looking at Rosie. “Us?” You saw his face turn red and he kept stealing glances at her as he scanned. The girl next to him was staring too. 

You shook your head, you might’ve stared like that too if you had met under different circumstances.

Would you like to continue?

[abidethetempest]

"Transl. from Eliksni" Flavor Text translated into Eliksni Conlang

Here are those flavor text lines I've been mentioning in every SotConlang post since the dawn of time! Finally! These were more of a "chip at it when there's downtime" project, since they're fairly short and simpler compared to than Null Composure. I'm very proud of them, as this is the culmination of several months of background work and my first completed translation project! *throws confetti*

side note: on Ishtar Collective, some items say "transl. from Eliksni" and others say "trans. from Eliksni". i definitely didn't only just find that out when I was close to being done w the original lines i found..... anyway idk what the reason for the difference is (probably diff ppl wrote the flavor texts) but now you all know if you want to go look these up yourselves. I made them all say "transl." for consistency here.

Translations are all below the cut, plus maybe some notes if I have the room/energy to write them!

New here and confused? This post is part of my ongoing project to create a language for the Eliksni! For more information check out my masterpost linked here.

"The Barons fight together." —Elykris, transl. from Eliksni

Aaviks Bahrenesni or’thrys.

"They gave us nothing… so we'll take everything." —Elykris, transl. from Eliksni

Teskem ak nam ryk elan… liium roksun el drrha.

"The Great Machine isn't killing us. We're killing ourselves over the Great Machine." —Brivi, transl. from Eliksni

Nam’mrathiik Aalosiisrohkani iven. Mrathiikya el nviks Aalosiisrohkani.

"Let them have the Great Machine. They deserve it." —Mithrax, transl. from Eliksni

Niidreh dreskibr kaas Aalosiisrohkani skeyris. Ksohls ak eyka.

"The Kells are dead or mad. The era of Houses is over. So I came to the Shore." —Arrha, transl. from Eliksni

Keles vaath’iir priit neyv. Dei’grehs iikrimni eyd Bohs. Liium estyrem neh ryk Nateskiini. 

"I was of kings. Then of exiles. Now I'm here. The Shore is bad… but everywhere else is worse." —Brivi, transl. from Eliksni

Liirem neh eyd Bo-Usriis. Grev Bo-Nama. Rak ilo. Nateskiini pehka... drand eil drrhapriistis ar’pehka vei Nateskiini.

"I was at the Final Attempt. I saw a Guardian wield a gun that left molten gold in her wake. I ran and never looked back." —Avrok, transl. from Eliksni

Liirem neh yan Grehsriivaenni. Biir’em neh, greyraabt vathyarov heythiks usar’em, yan orey’em’iir neyok bev eydka greyr sriivikem. Thekrem neh taap namiik tamr biirem neh.

"We are a long way from home." —Arrha, transl. from Eliksni

El ksaan shak ketch.

"Here we can start over." —Mithrax, transl. from Eliksni

Ilo vaad niivrey seykrim el.

"How do you think we got here?" —Avrok, trans. from Eliksni

Greyrsa iruuksis klii, giire el ilo estyrem.

That was a whole lot of stuff so I think I'll leave the notes out (theyre not anything super special anyway lol). Might reblog to add some rambles later if anyone is interested!

[stellarcat52]

Dread Spellbound- Part 2.1

<Post season 2, Daniel has a small amount of dread magic inside of him. His friends are trying to trust him to fight it off, but it's hard, and the ghost of Jayce isn't helping.>

<Magic corruption, violence, not really a happy story. self sacrifice, death (kinda) forced transformation>

There are two endings, this is the ending in which Daniel isn't powerful enough to keep the Dread contained. Please read part 1 (this) first.

Daniel was taken aback. “I’ll try to call more often, promise.” Shak nodded, and was gone. The sound of deadbolts locking was nothing compared to the hammering of Daniel’s heart.

Jayce was angry with him. The Dread was angry with him. 

The transformation came all at once. The horns spiraled out of his skull, bigger than ever before. The tail, it had came out before but now it grew out barbed and sharp, more like a weapon than another limb. Then it was the wings. A first time for everything, right? He screamed in agony as his back was ripped apart and blood spattered everything behind him. The dread would never let him bleed out, no, no, of course it wouldn’t. Of course, purple skin grew to fill in the holes.

When the pain had receded enough to let cognitive thought take over again, Daniel realized he had missed the sound of the deadbolts unlocking again. He saw Shak take another picture. She had heard him, she had seen him transform. It must have been horrible, but not as horrible as the dread would have him do to her.

“Don’t make me hunt her.” Daniel sobbed as the dreaded purple took over his face. “Run, Shak. Run.” 

Shak did run, and Daniel was just strong enough to fight every urge to follow her until the door was locked again and he was trapped. Forever this time, he hoped. 

“You. Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve doomed us!” Daniel tried but the transformation wasn’t going away. “We could have ruled the world, Kings! That is who we should be! But no, you’re loyal to this world that has brought nothing but misery to us. And so you’ve chosen death!”

As Jayce’s rage burned his body, Daniel struggled to breathe. “Of course I did. I’m a Spellbound, self sacrifice is kinda our thing.”

Jayce grabbed him, lifting him to his feet by his throat. “You will not die a Spellbound, you will not die a hero.” Jayce’s claws dug into his neck, only causing more blood to join the stuff starting to pool on the floor. “You will die a monster.” 

–

Lucy had ignored the cameras she had set up in the Bodega for weeks now, but after Shak came to her, out of breath, she decided it was time to disrespect Daniel’s privacy. That didn’t matter much anyway, what was in there wasn’t Daniel, not anymore.

She called for her best Dowsers, she told Shak to go home and stay with Hoagie no matter what happened. 

By the time they got to the bodega, whatever had become of Daniel seemed to have vanished. He shouldn’t have been able to get through the door, but he was gone. What remained was a lot of blood, and a ferryman’s token- a parting gift from what was left of Daniel Spellbound.

When they check the cameras later, they’d see Daniel howling in pain as the dread fully took him over, and then they’d see him glitch around the room, looking at the map that led both Daniel and Jayce to the coffer, and then vanishing forever

They would never find him, not even in the bermuda triangle which Lucy insisted they search top to bottom.

Daniel had a funeral, and during it Lucy repeated something she had heard Daniel say on the recording seemingly to no one. “He was a Spellbound, self sacrifice was kind of their thing. At least the Dread vanished with him."

[r0-boat]

Royal Check up

Oc: Royal Physician!Zero x Beegearstation Royal!Reader.

Cw: praise kink, degrading, manhandling, doctor/patient relationship, yandere, background ingo x reader/Emmet x reader, background poly with hive.

Smut

Your footsteps echo through the Halls as you leave your bedroom Chambers. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, and your drones had plenty of work to do leaving the Halls baron.

Even your kings, who usually would accompany you on your checkups, had an urgent matter relating to foreign relations with another hybrid colony. 

your heart's trembling with excitement as you step closer to the Physician's door.

Since your last appointment with your physician, your Kings have been up in arms about him. His obsession over you becomes quite concerning; however not quite sure how to deal with him effectively. He was a wasp, after all; one wasp hybrid could take down dozens of their little drones. Yet zero was an odd case; he seemed grateful and willing to serve you ever since you rescued him from a harsh winter.

His obsession with human anatomy and botany made him unparalleled to the other drones in The colony. 

In the end, they suggested the best course of action was supervised visits.

But now, with this foreign relation issue requiring both of the King's attention. They have left you alone, knocking on the physician's door. Your heart's practically fluttering in your chest when He opens the door, towering over you at a staggering almost 7 ft tall the entries in the Gear Station colony are clearly not suited for a hybrid that size having to crouch every time he opens or goes through a door. Upon seeing you, Zero raises his eyebrows

"Oh, your highness, you're rather early," 

He moves out of the way, leaving the door open for you to walk through; Zero turns his head, peering back out into the hallway,

" Is it just yourself today, Love?" 

He asked, his little nickname making your heart skip a beat.

"Yes, Doctor." 

As usual, you walk over to the examination table, taking your seat with a smile.

 You felt Heat rush between your legs upon hearing the click of the lock turning on the door.

Zero joins you, making his way over to the table, his fingers gliding across your thighs. He takes his place beside you, sitting in his chair, picking up his clipboard and a pen.

" Have you been well, your highness? It has been a couple of months since you've last been here; before we get started, is anything noteworthy I should know about? Lightheadedness? Nausea? Muscle pains?" His husky yet soft voice makes your heart jump.

"N-no sir,"

Your body is giving you away the sweet scent of your juices and pheromones, begging for him to slide inside. Your body aches for him so much that you came early to see him, only him; you even made sure you came alone.

Leaning forward in his chair, his gaze now on you. 

" you're a bad liar."

Slowly getting up from the chair, Zero gets in front of you, trapping you between his body and the table while his other arms play with the rim of your pants.

The checkup can wait. He had to have you right now; months without seeing you like this alone was pure torture. He purred in delight when your hands roamed his body, your eyes unable to tear away from the head of his cocks already protruding from his slit.

He moves you further onto the table, giving himself room to climb on top of you, his fingers now dipping underneath your pants, playing with your sex. He has barely touched you, and you're wet.

His whole body shivers. Your soft hands wrap around one of his cocks, wet and throbbing almost at full length.

His pair of arms begin to slide your pants off your body, well his other pair glide underneath your shirt, pinching your nipples and feeling you up, his mouth occupying yours, drowning in your pheromones. 

Zero truly envies those Kings. Oh, how he would give everything to be by your side, to serve you underneath or on top of you always 24/7. To touch and stare at this perfect squishy human body, to watch you shake when his hard exoskeleton presses against the nubs on your chest, your nipples sensitive to the cold plated chest. Or hearing your soft little voice gasp when his cocks grind right against your entrance.

"I missed you…." Zero murmured, rolling his hips harder onto yours.

Despite the way he was grinding his cock against you getting himself off with your body, he continued with your checkup as usual,

His tongue slides into your mouth, letting out a moan as his tongue mingles with yours.

"Y-your h-hah! Your Mouth-! f-fuck… lungs a-appear normal."

He stops grinding against you momentarily, reaching over and grabbing his stethoscope.

Your eyes glued to his cocks, watching the precum dribble down his shafts. Pressing it against your chest, with a hand slipping down to your sex.

"Deep breath for me, beloved."

You did as you were told, your walls tightening around his fingers when he slowly penetrated you; Zero heard your heart quicken, alive and beating for him. A human's heartbeat is so soothing and addictive, the rhythm he could listen to forever, and getting to hear yours was a privilege he was happy to have. You gasp, trying your hardest to do what he asked while his finger pushed in and out

"Having trouble, dear?" You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Zero kisses you only to pull away, leaving you once more. You whine, feeling his fingers go to your core.

" be patient beloved. I will fill you soon~."

Zero purrs " Be good, and let me finish examining this beautiful human body."

His hands gently caress you once again. For as long as he shall live, the wasp hybrid will never get tired of worshiping you; that's what you deserve. To him, you are more than just royalty. You are divinity, an angel worthy of his unyielding love.

Whatever two was free as his other two were occupied getting reacquainted with the Royals body he's so desperately missed. He grabs your chin, his thumb on your lower lip.

 " open wide for me, tongue out."

His words sent shivers down your spine as you did what you were told, his thumb immediately resting on your tongue. 

" As always, dear, your mouth is healthy and gorgeous."

He'll make a note to use it later. His cocks twitched the thought… though as much as he'd like to, he was nearing his limit.

" I think that might be it for today; it has have been so good; it's time for your reward."

Lifting your legs over his shoulders, you clench, feeling that wet sticky precum right up against your entrance. 

His voice Shakes as he slowly sinks himself inside of you. And you feel… mere words cannot describe the happiness, the pure sickening pleasure he feels every time he claims you.

As much as you appreciate zero starting slow for you, that's not what you need…

After months of your dear Kings supervising your visits, you missed this… you missed him.

" Z-zero,m-more, please!"

Fuck… even the way you moan his name is intoxicating… and you even said please, what a sweetheart.

 Even after all these times, he's fucked you; you're still so tight, taking him as he starts moving his hips.

He briefly wonders for a moment if you could take both of him to fill you with everything he has honestly…

Would your body stretch and take him? Or will you squeal as he breaks you until no other hybrid could ever have you… put your beloved Kings to shame.

Zero growls at the thought and digs into your thighs as he keeps you still, folded Underneath Him like the royal cum dump you are. His other cock rubs against other sensitive parts of your sex that make you writhe. His other arms are now restraining yours, fingers intertwined, telling you his feelings for you are much deeper than just a simple playmate.

He lifts your hips for his cock to hit deeper if that's going to be a spot that makes your walls milk his cock. If He weren't so occupied by your sudden orgasm, he would coo about how he knows your body better than any hybrid in your damn hive, brag about how loud you scream his name-!

Zero cums  shooting Spurs after Spurt of hot sweet hybrid seed deep inside, as well as coding your stomach in sticky seed.

He wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck, letting you ride out your pleasure.

You hear him whisper into your ear as you snuggle into your dear physician.

" Go back to your chamber with my cum dripping down your legs. Let them see what I've done to you… doctor's orders."

His growls made your stomach have butterflies, though you only have a clue why he asked you. You can't deny that the thought alone appeals to you somehow.

A declaration of war to your kings. He knows what they're trying to do, and despite his lack of power, he will not give you up easily…

[arielgobuss]

Here is the preview of the NEWEST chapter of Desiderium Intimum - "You have no idea" - the very first new-translated chapter ^_^

Hope you'll enjoy!

Ariel & Gobuss

"What are you doing in my room, Severus?”

Snape frowned. Piercing Harry with a stare that could cut glass, he hissed:

"In your ro...?” Snape stopped, gritted his teeth, and without thinking for a long time, he grabbed Harry by the shirt, pulled him up, pushed him against the wall and slammed the door.

When Harry finally managed to hold onto the wall, having the impression that the floor was shaking and trying to knock him off his feet at all costs, he remembered something very important.

"Waith a minh-ute... h-howh ih it poh-ssible thhat... thhat you h-can...shee me?" He reached for his hood and found that it was in place. "I h-guess myh Invisibility Cloak h-has expired," he muttered to himself.

He heard Snape's robes flapping when the man turned away from the sealed door and looked at Harry with a basilisk gaze.

"Potter! You're completely drunk!”

"That's not true," Harry protested resentfully, shaking his head to get rid of the spots dancing before his eyes. "I just drank a few... Butterbeers." He shut his eyes, because he felt as if he was on a carousel. "You should really... do... You should do somesi--somehi--mething with the floor, Severus. It’s shak-king terribly. And wav-hing. I don't think we are... on... on a ship?”

Harry had been on a ship once. He remembered how the Dursleys took him on a trip and how Dudley vomited all the time, and Uncle Vernon made a scene and demanded the immediate return to port. It was fun.

But the memories were broken by the furious face of the Potions Master's face that sailed into his view. Snape pressed him against the wall with such force, as if he wanted to sear him into it.

"Potter, explain to me what possessed you to stumble here in the middle of the night, completely exposed, to knock on my door, making enough noise to awaken the entire castle, and then settled down at my door, confusing it with your own bedroom? EVERYONE COULD HAVE SEEN YOU!” Snape roared it so loudly that Harry began to hear ringing in his ears.

"Not so loud…" he muttered. "My head...”

Now, the room began to spin even more. Why was Snape making so much noise?

Harry inhaled violently when he felt cold fingers tightening on his throat as if to strangle him, and he heard the furiously hissed words:

"Answer me!”

"I was going to my dormitory," Harry muttered. "I don't know why it suddenly turned into your office. It's a bit...strange, don't you think?”

"Wait a minute..."Snape's eyes narrowed even more. "You were going to your dormitory? Am I to understand that that pink-haired ignorant, who was supposed to watch you, allowed you to get drunk and then brought you to the castle in THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?” Snape's voice rose with every word, at by the end of it, it got so loud that it was making a hole in Harry's brain. "And instead of leading you to your room, she left you alone you and allowed you to wander through the corridors in this state?!”

"Don't shout so loudly, Severus..." Harry replied weakly, putting down his hands with which he'd tried to cover his ears. Snape let go of his neck, and suddenly finding himself with no support, Harry almost fell to the floor. With difficulty he managed to hold onto the wall and recover the balance.

Snape began to measure his office with long, enraged steps, as if trying to shake off his fury at least a little bit.

"How could the Headmaster allow this? How could he entrust the care of the students to the irresponsible, thoughtless idiot! I will report her! She won’t get away with it! She endangered you deliberately! As a teacher, she should have...”

"I missed you," Harry interrupted him. Snape paused and looked at him as if he had grown a second head. Harry leaned against the wall and stared at the floor. "Throughout the evening I thought... about you. But you were gone. Everyone was there. And they were emb… emrac... embracing. And did other things. And you were not there, so I... I missed you. I just wanted to get back to you. It was stupid that I went there in the first place. I could have... been with you. Do other things. Be together.” For a moment there was silence, and the remnants of Harry’s mind began to wonder what that meant. The major part of his mind was completely drunk, though, too focused on the uncontrolled airing of his feelings that kept spilling over his lips. "Next time I'll take you with me. Yes. I'll do it. And everything will be fine. And I will not feel so alone.”

"It didn't look as if you were feeling that much lonely, Potter." Cold, distant words interrupted his discourse, and forced him to break away from his train of thought for a moment and focus on Snape, who was studying him from under his half-shut eyelids.

Oh yes, Ginny... he remembered. He also remembered that he had been making excuses for this particular occasion, but now they all seemed kind of stupid. Anyway, they slipped his mind. He tried to focus and remember what he could about the incident with Ginny. And tell everything he knows. The whole truth. The truth is probably the best excuse.

"But... That was only one dance. She forced me. She brought her boyfriend and some foolish girl who kept staring at me.” It wasn't a good answer, judging by the sudden outburst of rage in the black eyes, but Harry was too drunk to notice. "Well, and she wanted — this idiot, Anastassy or whatever... She wanted me to dance with her. So I went to Ginny and asked her to get her away from me. But Ginny told me to dance with her and began to teach me how. But I didn't want to! Except that I was doing so well, and I imagined... I imagined that it was you and not her. I mean that you were her.” Judging by the sudden drop in temperature in the room and the goose-bumps on his skin, he jus made everything worse. "I mean..." He shut his eyes, trying to piece together the swirling madly thoughts, but he wasn't able to do so. "I saw you and thought I was dancing with you. I saw you, when I closed my eyes. I wanted you to be there. And then I opened my eyes and you really were there. I was afraid of what you’d think. I tripped. And she fell on me. But I pushed her away! Did you see that I pushed her away?" He looked up with hope at Snape, who was watching him attentively. At the time Harry was mumbling his explanations, Snape went to him and now stood before him, studying his widened, alcohol-misty green eyes, as if subjecting him to analysis.

For a moment there was silence. All the senses of Harry screamed that he refrain from moving and speaking.

"Good," Snape said at the end of it, and Harry felt his whole body loosen with relief, though he slowly forgot what had made him tense in the first place. "But limit your contacts with Miss Weasley to a minimum. I don't know whether you are able to comprehend anything I say to you when you’re in this state, but certainly you remember my warning? If I catch you one more time with her alone, I will not listen to any explanations. I will not listen to anything.”

Harry nodded and put his head on Severus’ chest, because it occurred to him that his head was spinning. Somehow, for a moment, he forgot about it when looking at these two black tunnels.

"Well... that's good that it's good. It's... I'm tired...” he broke away from Severus. "I'm going to take a shower," he announced after a moment and walked unevenly towards what looked like a door. He moved along the shaky ground of the floor in an extremely technically simple way - he stared at the target he wanted to reach and looked at it until it began to get closer to him. Target, not Harry.

But this time it resulted only in him tripping over a foot of the desk chair, which he hadn’t seen, and he crashed down onto the floor.

He groaned, feeling that something crunched in his nose, which hit a hard surface. He felt a piercing pain that seemed to radiate up into his brain.

He raised himself on his elbows and discovered that he could see nothing. Pieces of broken glass and the frames of his glasses lay on the floor. He heard footsteps and soon he felt a strong pull on the shirt that lifted him and placed him on his feet.

"Potter, for the sake of-- How did you managed to get here at all?" Snape said harshly, touching Harry’s nose with his wand. "It’ll hurt. Episkey.”

Harry yelled and grabbed his nose, feeling another twinge of pain and blood flowing onto the lips.

"Ouch! It hurt!”

Snape rolled his eyes before he bent down for Harry’s glasses and casted another spell:

"Oculus Reparo.”

Carefully, he put them on Harry’s nose. Harry blinked and smiled gratefully. He didn't know why, but the gesture seemed so... sweet to him. Severus grimaced and pulled away.

"Come on, you stupid child." He caught his arm. "You can't go back to your tower in this state." After these words he pulled Harry into his chambers, and pushed him into a chair before walking over to one of the shelves.

"It stopped rocking that badly," Harry said, rubbing his face and smearing blood on it even more. “But everything is still spinning.”

Snape snorted, but didn't comment on that. After some time, he approached him, holding in his hand a glass of turbid, light cyan liquid.

"Drink it," he commanded, giving it to him.

"What is it?" Harry frowned.

"Something that’ll make you feel better.”

"But I feel good "Harry grinned. "Only the walls and furniture doesn't let me walk straight.”

"Don't argue with me, just drink it.”

"I don't want to." Harry put the glass on the table. "The last time you gave a drink to me, I felt worse, not better. I remember. A lot worse.”

Severus frowned and stabbed him with his razor-sharp look.

"Potter, don't make me use force.”

Harry caught hold of the handrail to get up, then swayed slightly as he looked defiantly at Snape.

"Don't you want to use... me, Severus?”

The man snorted and looked away.

"Yes, the blood smeared on your face and this stupid smile look very attractive.”

Harry grinned.

"Really?

Snape took out his wand and cast a spell on Harry's face, cleaning it.

"Stop teasing me and drink this potion at last.”

"And you just talk about the potion..." Harry sighed in exasperation, shifted closer and wrapped his arms around Snape's waist. "Why don't you want to use... me?”

"You're drunk," the man muttered, looking down at him with half-closed eyes.

"Last time this did not... stop you," Harry replied, grinning. "I liked it. We can do it again.”

"Potter, being used by somoene implies that it should be done against their will. You can't ask for it.”

Harry frowned.

"Oh, so do I have to pretend that I don't want it? Right. No problem. I will scream and beg you to stop.”

Severus bit his lip. It looked as if he stopped himself from smiling at the last moment after he heard Harry’s sincere, full of eagerness voice with which Harry tore through solidly constructed wall of righteous indignation. He sighed and grabbed Harry by the shoulders, trying to pull him away.

"Potter, I really have no time for this.”

"Do you know..." Harry tightened his arms around Snape with greater force, fearing that he might be pushed away, but not intending to give up without a fight. He looked up at him and saw that Snape was looking more and more annoyed with him. He licked his lips. "Everyone kept asking me… who I'd come with. And why I'd come alone. But they have no idea that I got you. And you got me. They don't know anything. And I was there all alone... all alone. And I thought about you. All the time. And... I wanted to... I wanted to..." He couldn't help it. The whole evening was like a nightmare. Everyone else was doing all these things and he could only dream of it. And now, when he was so close... So close...

He stood on his toes and clung to the cool body. He brushed the dark hair with his hand and he attacked Snape’s ear lobe with his mouth. He pressed close to him and began to greedily lick and bite at it. Severus stiffened for a moment and pulled away, surprised at the sudden sensation.

But Harry has decided not to give him even a moment to reflect and possibly respond. He slipped the other hand between their bodies and tightened it on the man's crotch, rubbing and kneading it.

"I want you… so much,” he whispered hoarsely, alternately kissing and licking the ear and the space behind it. Snape showed no desire to push him away, or murder him, and a distant part of Harry's mind took it as a permission. Besides, he felt now as if he was on a very fast carousel, which he couldn't stop. Or not wanted it. Blood pulsating in his ears, combined with the heat that flew to his lower abdomen and fueled it, didn't allow him to stop or think. All he felt was desire. "I want to... I want to..." he whispered between the fast, greedy kisses, placing them on Severus’ cold, long neck. He felt through the material of trousers that the man got hard. "I want you to... moan my...name..." He squeezed harder, pressing his lips into Snape’s collarbone and sucking.

But the only word that escaped from Severus’ mouth was an irritated:

"Potter!”

Harry winced.

"That's not my name..." He muttered. And then he felt fingers tighten around his wrists. His hands were roughly pulled away. Snape pulled himself away from him and held him at arm's length.

"Listen to me..." He said, sighing in exasperation.

Harry groaned with a sense of loss, and the heat was replaced with a sudden sting of cold, which made him tremble.

Snape doesn't want him. Nobody wants him. Then he'll leave... He'll go somewhere where no one will find him.

He tore his hands and not waiting for any reaction of the man, he moved in the direction in which he had hoped that there was an exit. But his short trip was immediately thwarted.

“Where are you going?” Snape grabbed him by the hood and pulled him back. Harry staggered and took a few steps back. The man grabbed him by the shoulders, set him in front of him and leaned slightly, looking at him with an extremely serious look. “Don't act like a child, Potter. First of all, you're drunk, and second of all, it's the middle of the night. Now it's not the time for that. Do you understand?”

Harry nodded gloomily, staring at the endless row of buttons on the front of the black robe. They blurred before his eyes. Why were there so many of them? And why were they spinning like that? Faster and faster and faster and...

He felt sick. He covered his mouth with his hand and leaned against Severus, feeling his legs giving out.

This time he was not pushed away. All he heard was a heavy sigh that touched his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying for the spinning to stop, and pressed his cheek harder against the rough robe.

The terrible feeling, as if someone was stirring a ladle in his stomach, slowly subsided. His rapid breathing calmed down. He moved his hand away from his mouth and wrapped his arms around Snape. He couldn't help himself. He loved it. He loved cuddling up to Severus and feeling his strong scent penetrate his mind. He loved listening to his heartbeat. He loved feeling so…safe. He also loved that Severus was taller than him. Much taller and much stronger. And Harry only reached his chin and he felt so... so... fragile. He loved being in his power, being dependent on him, feeling that Severus was there for him and took care of him. And that he no longer has to struggle alone with everything that was falling on his head. That he doesn't have to carry it anymore, because he has someone stronger and more powerful than himself who will help him and take away the burden that he had to struggle with all his life. Alone.

[cyn-write]

Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit Hole

Synopsis: No two Yuu's are alike. Some are male, some are not. Some are Sweet and others are not. This one is certainly like none before, with a darker soul than any before. Will she change the way things have been and bring the darkness back to Ramshackles inn?

Trigger Warning for part 1: Panic/Anxiety Attack Described (this is based on my own experience with PTSD and Sever Anxiety Disorder)

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All she could do was close her eyes. Cyn felt the wind pressing against her back as she fell into the blackness. When she finally hit the ground, she opened her eyes and saw a mirror framed in bronze. In the center of this mirror was a hand, beckoning her to reach out and take it. She hesitated for a second, but the voice inside her head whispered, "take it, they need you, you must save them... from themselves." She reached out and resumed the fall.

When her feet touched solid ground, she braced for the impact. Then looked up to see a sea of people in black embroidered robes and a boy with blue hair and striking green eyes standing in front of her. She stepped back and held up her hands in defense.

"Are you okay?" the boy said in a startled tone.

"W-who are you?" She asked and looked around in fright. "Where am I?"

A hooded figure came up to her from the crowd, a black and pink-haired man. He had a fatherly atmosphere around him, despite his youthful appearance. "Dear, this Night Raven College... what's your name?"

For some reason, his aura soothed her. "Cynthia... I think... Cynthia Widow." She relaxed a bit.

"Hello Cynthia, I'm Lilia," He said, gesturing to himself as he waved the blue-haired boy back, "You fell out of the mirror. Can you tell us where you're from?"

Cyn tried to think, but she drew a blank, nothing came to her mind. "No... No, I- I can't. I-I can't remember anything. Why am I here?"

"Poor dear," Lilia said, as another man came closer to the mirror. His dress was differnt from the rest and the crow mask hid his feature.

"This is a college for mages. I am Dean Crowley, the headmaster of this esteemed 'all-boys' college," the crow-man said, "Until now... It seems the Mirror has graced us with the first female student! Let's see what dorm you're in so we can move on!"

"WAIT! SHE TOOK MY SPOT! I AM SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!" a loud voice called. Then a gray cat with flaming blue ears ran in... straight towards her. She felt an overwhelming sense of fear that she could not explain. This feeling flooded her body like a river being released from a dam.

As the cat came closer, Cyn moved back as suddenly a booming voice called out behind her. She spun around and saw a giant mirror with a face in the center... speaking. The mirror was speaking with the same voice that lured her into this place. "Cynthia Widow, the nature of your soul is... uncertain.... one I have not seen in centuries... The Curiosity of the Pumpkin King, Ramshackle!"

The crow was visibly shocked at this proclamation, and the students started to stir, "Ramshackle, we haven't had someone placed there since..."

"Move it spot, hogger!" The cat came closer and pushed her out of his way. She stumbled and fell off the platform.

"What is that cat doing here again? I thought I threw you out." The crow called, and Cyn crawled to her feet as her body started to feel light, as if it was prepared to run. "Dorm Heads! Catch the cat!"

"I'm not a Cat! I am Grim the Great! Greatest Mage in all the World!" The flame cat said, shooting blue flames from his paws. Cyn felt her legs wobble as the flames drew closer.

"T-the mirror... talked... the cat.. talked... fire... burning." Cyn felt her left arm tingle.

A red-haired boy and a silver-haired boy with glasses worked to catch the cat who was spewing fire, causing the tingling to get stronger and the feeling of pure terror to shoot through her blood-stream. Fear paralyzed her.

Lilia came over and blocked some shots that came too close. She felt her legs shake and crumble under her weight. A strong pair of arms caught her, and she looked up to see piercing green eyes appraising her.

"Mon Cheri, is it a pity we had to meet this way, but why don't I escort you to a seat?" The green-eyed man said.

All Cyn could say was, "...yes, please..."

The man took her to the second row of seats, where another group of students divided their attention between the flaming cat and the girl. He gently put her in a chair as he spoke calming words. "Mon Cheri, could you take a deep breath for me, please?" Cyn nodded and tried to settle her racing breath. "Good, now look into my eyes, ignore everyone else, and focus on me. Everything will be okay. The cat will not hurt you."

Cyn did as he instructed and tried to focus on her breath and the man's eyes. They were such a bright green, like emeralds shining in sunlight. "Roi Des Roses and Roi D'Effort just caught the fire cat. They handled the situation. Do you need some water? Or the nurse?"

Cyn nodded, and the emerald-eyed man went to go speak with a different group of boys in robes. Before he left, he had a green-haired guy take his place beside her.

"Hello Cynthia, I'm Trey, everything is okay. Rook is going to get the nurse and we are going to help you, okay?" Trey said, to ease her anxiety. Cyn nodded and looked around.

"I-I have no clue what's going on..." Cyn said softly. "I can't remember anything. The cat talked, the mirror talked, and I don't know what's going on... my head feels... fuzzy."

Trey immediately crouched before her so he was at eye level with her. "Hey, hey calm down. You're just having a panic attack, but it will pass. Everything will be okay."

The group came over and the conversation shifted to Cyn.

"You are not considering dumping her there. The poor thing is shivering!" Lilia said.

A Blond man stepped forward and waved for a blonde boy, Rook, to follow him. "We'll take her. Out of the Dorms, we are the safest for the girl-"

"What do you mean by that, Vil?" a lion-eared boy growled.

"Hold on," A Silver haired boy with glasses spoke up. "I think the dorm of Benevolence is the best place for her-"

"Why not let Cynthia decide," Lilia offered, crouching at the girl's level with Tray. "Dear, where would you like to go?"

"I- uhh..." Cyn felt her body start to shake intensely as she tried to understand what was going on. She could barely follow the conversation as is, but now she had to choose.

"She's clearly too shaken to decide," Vil said. "Now come with me. I'll have Rook take you to the infirmary and-"

"No, we will take her to the infirmary-"

"Boys! She is not a toy to be fought over. Now, why don't I take her to the infirmary and discuss this later?" Lilia intervened. Cyn barely understood any of the conversations. She focused on the floor. "Come dear, can you stand?" Lilia offered a hand to the shivering girl.

"I-it..." Everything went black as she passed out yet again.

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To say the infirmary was crowded was an understatement. After the girl passed out, Crowley had Lilia take her up and told the rest they would discuss this after the Ceremony. The dorm leaders begrudgingly agreed, and after the mirror sorted the last student, three dorm leaders and a Vice came to join Nurse Pinklee, Crowley, and the still-asleep Cynthia in the cramped nurses' quarters. Pinklee was performing some routine check-ups while Crowley tried to calm the bickering students.

"We have plenty of room for her in Diasmonia-"

"Your boys would give her no space. She would be better off in Pomefiore-"

"Our boys would protect her for those brutes in Savana-"

"She is better off with us. We won't take advantage of her-"

"What are you implying, Riddle? You have no room for the girl-"

"Calm down, boys. I'm sure she will be fine in Rameshackle-"

"You are going to let that dump collapse on top of her?"

"That place is about to cave in-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!! I AM TRYING TO WORK HERE!" Pinklee finally had enough with the group. The lanky, green-haired man was about to blow a fuse. Even his husband couldn't get him this mad, this quickly. Everyone froze when they heard the usually motherly nurse yell at them. "If you are going to keep arguing, then do it in the hall! I will let you know when she wakes up, but after the day she has had, she won't be going anywhere until tomorrow."

Crowley took advantage of this opportunity "You heard Pinklee, we'll discuss this tomorrow. We have a meeting scheduled, anyway. So go back to your dorms, take care of your freshman, and I will keep you posted on her condition."

The four students left as begrudged as they entered, and finally, there was peace in the infirmary. Crowley shook his head and turned to his colleague. "How is she?"

Pinklee turned back to his sleeping patient. "She's recovering. She had a severe panic attack and but after a good night's rest, she'll be fine." Pinklee then looked up at Crowley. "You're seriously thinking about putting her in that dump? You know it's called 'Ramschakle' for a reason, right?"

"It should be liveable, besides the dust and ghost, it's a fine building." Crowley shrugged.

"As her doctor, I forbid her from living there until it's cleaned. Thoroughly Cleaned." Pinklee crossed his arms and glared at his boss. He knew Crowley was a cheapskate in every sense of the word, but he never thought he could throw someone in that dump. "So you have two choices: either get the dorm cleaned and fixed tonight, or have her stay in one of the other dorms until it's fixed, which means making decisions and dealing with complaints."

Pinklee knew how to get what he wanted out of Crowley. That's why he stayed at this testosterone-filled institution. "Fine. I'll clean it... keep me posted on her condition." Crowley left in a huff, leaving Pinklee and the sleeping girl to the peace of the night.

Pinklee sighed and resumed his check-up. He was trying to pinpoint any features that could indicate her heritage before his husband sent him the results of her blood test. It was a fun game the two had since college. Between her skin that was white as death and light-red hair, he guessed she was from the Island of Woe, but the slight point to her ears suggested Briar Valley. She could have some fay ancestry since Lilia seemed to flock to her, and he always adopts the lost fey. The most curious thing was the necklace she wore, a silver spider amulet with an ametrine gem as the thorax. It gleamed in the moonlight and Pinklee wanted to get a closer look at the gem to see if there was an inscription or engraving he could look up; but the moment he set a finger on the gem, the girl's eyes shot open and a hand gripped his wrist. Her eyes seemed to glow bright gold, and he felt a twinge of fear run down his spine.

"What do you think you're doing transvestite?" Cynthia said in a dark voice, "Mommy would turn in her grave if you stole something from a girl."

Pinklee reeled back, falling out of his chair and crawling back as the girl slowly sat up, turning her head to the side. "What's wrong William, or would you prefer to be called Wendy??" The dark voice rumbled the room and Pinklee felt the wall press against his back.

"H-how do you know that!? No one knows that!? W-Who the hell are you?" Pinklee called and put a chair in front of him.

The girl let out a deep, terrifying laugh. "Why, I am the shadow of the moon at night. I fill your dreams to the brim... with fright!" She cackled, then fell straight back, shaking as she laughed.

Pinklee hid in the corner and covered his head... until the laughing stopped. He slowly got up and approached the girl with cation, she was asleep, sleeping as if nothing happened. That is when the computer beeped.

Pinklee squealed and turned to see his glowing screen with a video call invite coming in from Hamsterviel University, his husband's work.

He quickly accepted and his large, wild-haired, idiot husband wasn't even looking at the screen. "Pinklee, the sample you sent me was fascinating! I have never seen anything like this! There is no- Pushka what happened. You look like you saw my ex-mother-in-law."

"Jub... I-I think I summoned the devil!" Pinklee kept his tone hushed. "S-she knows everything. She knows Wendy!"

"Are you sure it isn't my ex-mother-in-law?" Jub joked, and Pinklee shook his head violently.

"No. I'm serious! I-I went to grab her necklace, and I laid one finger on it. One Finger!! and it was like out of a horror movie. She called me Wendy, she knows about my cross-dressing, sheknowsaboutmymother!!!!!" Pinklee was frantic.

Jub's eyes went wide. "Let me see! Put her on the phone! I want to See!" Pinklee was this close to killing him remotely.

"Yes. I'm fine, thanks for asking." Pinklee said before taking his laptop over to the girl, half using it as a shield in case she wakes up again.

Jub was confused. "Are you sure she is alive? She looks dead to me."

Pinklee rolled his eyes. "Oh, I'm sure of it. She scared me to death!"

Jub went quiet and muttered to himself. "Interesting... so delicate looking, yet her DNA suggests she is something... otherworldly. I ran her DNA through the database and she has no blood relations in the system." Jub smiled and got excited. "This is exciting! She may be the next evolutionary step. Pinklee, I need more samples! I will be on the first plane to Sage Island. Keep her there!"

"Jub!" Pinklee exclaimed and turned the computer screen back to him, "You can't experiment on MY students! Even if she needs an exorcist, I have a responsibility to keep her safe. Not to make her your next science experiment!"

"But Pushka! Think of the science!"

"Think of my JOB!" Pinklee shook his head in disbelief. "Look, if you want to come and help me treat her, you are more than welcome. According to Crowley, she has amnesia, but I am going to run some more tests and try to contact her family. If she does have amnesia, I will need your help to find the cause. If not, then you're not allowed to test her. Okay?"

Jub huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Pinklee smiled at his husband. "I am excited to see you though, either way."

"Yaya, you too." Jub said and waved him off, "Just don't get possessed till I get there, ya?"

"Don't even joke about that. Or else me and your Ex-wife will haunt you." Pinklee hissed, "Love ya, Jubs."

"Love ya too. Bye." Jub said before signing off. Leaving him alone again with the girl.

He was scared to be in the same room with the girl, but she was his patient, and she would have to be scary to survive in this school.

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He laughed. His laugh caused his chair to shake as he watched the mirror. He knew this story would be interesting, but he was even surprised at her actions. He sat and looked down his hall of mirrors as millions of versions of the same events play out; all at different stages in their tale, some years past and others years before. He watched as some stories ended in blue flames with death surrounding all, others end in sadness as the Yuu goes home, and some ended happily... sort of. But this story interested him greatly, as this yuu was not from the world he usually pulled from. No... she was from a darker place, a place of emotion and magic that differs greatly from this place.

He turns in his chair as his white mask gleams in the firelight, "This will be so much fun."

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If you made it this far, Thank you!!

Please Like and reblog and I hope to have chapter 2 out soon!

Disclaimer: My work is my work, so please don't steal it. I do not own any of the TWST characters except my OCs (Cynthia Widow, Nurse Pinklee, and Dr. Jubba). I promise I will get better at writing disclaimers.

[mechanicalinertia]

Bubblegum Black Chapter 4 is now live!

So this is a far shorter chapter than Chapter 3, and honestly that might be a good thing. As is the fic is 31K words and the plot's barely started. Well, next chapter is another big STMPD-branded fight scene - that's why I waited a month to release this chapter, so I had time to finish the next one in a satisfactory manner.

But that's not to discount that what's going on in this chapter isn't important. Far from it. If anything, this is the chapter where a very crucial decision is made that is the contours along which much of the plot goes. Let's dig into it.

Recovery Zone 23: As tempting as it is to be coy and refuse to explain the joke... look, it's a Megazone 23 reference, Megazone being the anime that made AIC and Artmic the kings of the 80's OVA boom before Bubblegum Crisis and Gall Force. I did watch the last part of Megazone 23 Part III recently, and it was profoundly okay-ish. Megazone never manages to be as concise and snappy as BGC, and often feels like it's trying too much and never enough at once. Apparently, though, Megazone and not BGC is the franchise AIC wanted to remake and slap a part 4 on during their period of trying to Kickstart anime back in the 2010's. So maybe it's more popular in Japan, even 40 years out? Who knows.

The Vampire Serial Killer Thing: Yeah, for those of you who don't know Crisis, Sylvie's original role was a lesbian sexbot vampire serial killer, gathering blood to save the life of a sister Sexaroid, who befriended Priss and then died miserably at the end of OVA 5. It's a genuinely sad moment, especially because Sylvie's circumstances are so interesting, and the question of 'should we have empathy for this Boomer-girl-thing' is a question that has been discussed in the fandom ever since the episode's release on Christmas Day, 1988. So part of the reason I switched over to a 2060's AU for my work is so I could just keep her alive, force Sylvie to come to grips with who she is and could become. Pure, uncut copium, as Edgerunners fans might say. But I think I'm onto something when I say that Priss wouldn't be pissed about the killings - she's an ex-bosozoku in a cyberpunk cityscape, she's killed innocents before - but more that Sylvie lied to her, didn't trust Priss to help her. Celia, now, Celia would be the one who would treat Sylvie as subhuman in nature and actions. That's why Sylvie wants to meet Sawyer. Being an only-human-enough monster herself, she's more willing to see things in someone like the Gore Gore Girl than Priss. Also we get an intimate moment between them, so... yeah.

Inspector Cara: Oblique reference to the AD Police Files detective girl Iris Cara, who uncovered an unhinged cyberpsychotic serial killer in the only good episode of that trio, The Ripper. I actually ranked The Ripper pretty low on my big ranking sheet awhile back, but then again I hadn't really watched the whole episode properly, and was judging the episode more on the concept. Which is unfair, because... eh. I won't spoil it, but suffice to say that I wrote a paper for my last quarter of undergrad where I argued that The Ripper's cyberpsychotic arc and David Martinez's descent into madness are one and the same. If I ever get permission from my prof to post it, I will.

Monster Revolver: I haven't had the chance to show it off, but instead of a Stechkin, Balalaika now wields an Rsh-12 revolver, which fires a 12.7*55mm round, normally used for short-range engagements in battle rifles like the ShAK-12, getting the stopping power of Lapua Magnum without the range. Why is Balalaika wielding this thing? Because it's big and intimidating-looking, and I can see her using it, maybe even modifying it for sniping somehow. It's a menacing gun for a menacing woman.

Rock Okajima and Celia Stingray: So here's the thing. I wrote Celia very well. I don't doubt that. I know how to write Celia's particular drives very well. It's Rock I'm not certain I did right. Now, negativemidas on Reddit, one of the guys who's been very helpful with hashing out various plot beats I want to happen, said once that Rock is fundamentally a blank slate, added to the story after test audiences for Lagoon's original draft needed someone to relate to. And indeed, Rock is sort of the moralizer of the story for most of it, even if he grows a spine pretty fast and carves out a niche as a negotiator and logistics guy that guarantees his survival. So I guess I have some license to write Rock as fundamentally depressed after, you know, manga-original character Le Majeur died in his arms. Was that the right thing to do? I'm not gonna lie, I basically fridged her, killed her to affect Rock's emotional landscape and set him to a state not unlike where he was at the end of Roberta's Blood Trail, just because I wanted to use a jumping point closer to something like Apotheosis (which is, to my mind, the greatest Lagoon fanfic ever written) than where Rock is in the manga. There's an alternate version of this fic where Majeur sticks around, but what would that even look like? Where would that go? I don't fucking know. More importantly, with the release of the latest chapter of Lagoon in August of this year, I realized I had diverted seriously from Hiroe's vision of Rock. Rock in that chapter has embraced his role as a mastermind, as a savior of Roanapur, as someone who loves the city and is willing to work with Chang to get shit done. And that was a choice that baffled me, because Rock tried to 'save' the city before, in Roberta's Blood Trail, and uh, we all know how that turned out, didn't we? Okay, so he's chosen to throw his lot in with the power brokers of the city like Chang, but is that making anything better? How is this meaningfully different? I think that somewhere during Hiroe's hiatus, he seemed to decide that Roanapur was a Good Place, a place that could save the forgotten and shunned and give them purpose if they didn't get shot in the first week of their existence. Hell, apparently Balalaika said in one of the Urobuchi light novels or someplace similar that she felt that Rock had a future where she didn't. This does not make sense to me. I have my own headcanons about what Roanapur really is, but they run counter to Hiroe's work, now, it seems. I don't like being one of those fanfic authors who doesn't just disregards canon, but actively scorns it. I told a different story for BGC because BGC is a different beast, one that's pliable and loose enough in its worldbuilding that anything can happen. But now the story I want to tell in Roanapur is one that is a 'fuck canon we ball' story. A story where Rock slips back into his old habits and, uh, spoiler alert, it doesn't end well for him. That is the story that makes sense to me.

So I guess if I have to tell a different story... well, so be fucking it.

That's what fanfiction is for.

[astranva]

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[leopoldainter]

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[blunt2024]

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[brookston]

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Holidays

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Asexuality Day

Cultural Workers and Folk Artists Day (День Києва Київ; Ukraine)

Day of Internal Affairs Officers (Turkmenistan)

Dunkirk Evacuation Remembrance Days [thru 6.4]

End of the Middle Ages Day

Fall of Constantinople Day

Feronia Asteroid Day

Ganatantra Diwas (Nepal)

Hope Day

International Addison’s Day

International Day of United Nations Peacekeepers (UN)

International Mount Everest Day

International Pashto Language Day

Kiev Day (Ukraine)

Learn About Composting Day

Luilak (Lazy Bones Day; Belgium)

Mount Everest Day (Nepal)

National Alligator Day

National Dog Friendly Day

National Edison Day

National Elderly Day (Indonesia)

National 529 College Savings Plan Day

National Flip Flop Day

National Foot Fetish Day

National Heat Awareness Day

National Hydroxyapatite Day

National Paperclip Day

National Rugelach Day

National Sail Day

National White Wreath Day (Australia)

Oak Apple Day (UK) [a.k.a. ... 

Bobby Ack Day

Castleton Garland Day (Castleton)

Garland King Day 

Nettle Day

Royal Oak Day

Shick-Shack Day

Shik-Shak Day

Shitsack Day

Yak Bob Day

Paper Clip Day

Pink Flamingo Day

Put a Pillow on Your Fridge Day

Reconciliation Day (ACT, Australia)

Red Shirt Day of Action for AccessAbility & Inclusion (Canada)

Restoration Day (UK)

Rite of Spring Day

Scythe Day (French Republic)

Tony Stark Day

Veteran of Overseas Military Service Day (Poland)

Veterans Day (Sweden)

World Digestive Health Day

World Tiger Nut Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Coq au Vin Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

International Rooster with Wine Day

National Biscuit Day (UK)

Squoosh an Ice Cream Sandwich Day

Independence & Related Days

Constitutional Referendum Day (Vanuatu)

Democracy Day (Nigeria)

Republic Day (Nepal)

Rhode Island Statehood Day (#13; 1790)

Schalamzaar Empire (Declared; 2004) [unrecognized]

Wisconsin Statehood Day (#30; 1848)

5th & Last Wednesday in May

Bermuda Day [Last Friday]

European Neighbours’ Day [Last Friday]

Great Wisconsin Cheese Festival begins [Last Friday, thru Sunday]

National Heat Awareness Day [Last Friday]

National Senior Health & Fitness Day [Last Wednesday]

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Awareness Day (Western Australia) [Last Friday]

Trader-Willi Syndrome Awareness Day [Last Friday]

World Challenge Day [Last Wednesday]

World MS (Multiple Sclerosis) Day [Last Wednesday]

World Otter Day [Last Wednesday]

Festivals Beginning May 29, 2024

Bookfest Bucharest (Bucharest, Romania) [thru 6.2]

Corn Dry Milling Conference (Peoria, Illinois) [thru 5.30]

Dublin Tech Summit (Dublin, Ireland) [thru 5.30]

Primavera Sound (Barcelona, Spain) [thru 6.2]

Wellfleet Restaurant Week (Wellfleet, Massachusetts) [thru 6.4]

Feast Days

Aaron McGruder (Artology)

Alexander of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Ambarvailia (Old Roman No Work Day, Purification Festival to Ceres)

Arbor Day (Aston-on Club, Shropshire Celtic Book of Days)

Ascension of Baha'u'llah (Baha’i)

Bona of Pisa (Christian; Saint)

Clark Voorhees (Artology)

Conon and his son (Christian; Martyrs, of Iconia, Asia)

Consensual Bum Biting Day (Pastafarian)

Cyril of Caesarea (Christian; Saint)

Erwin (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Mars (Ancient Rome)

Hypomone (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Johnny the Wolf (Muppetism)

Lars Bo (Artology)

Louise-Adéone Drölling (Artology)

Madeleine Sophie Barat (Christian; Saint)

Mary Magdalen dei Pazzi (Christian; Virgin)

Mary, Mother of the Church (Christian; Saint)

Maximus of Trier (a.k.a. Maximus, Bishop of Tiers; Christian; Saint)

Oak Apple Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Pillow Fight Day (Pastafarian)

Pope Alexander of Alexandria (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Siinnius, Martyrius, and Alexander (Christian; Martyrs, in Trent)

Spike Jones Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Sprouting Corn Day (Pagan)

Theodosia of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Theodosius (Positivist; Saint)

Ursula Ledóchowska (Christian; Saint)

William, Stephen, Raymund and their Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 149 [35 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [28 of 57]

Premieres

A Battle for a Bottle (Phantasies Cartoon; 1942)

Bluebeard’s Brother (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Bold King Cole (Rainbow Parade Cartoon; 1936)

The Busy Bee (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Dial M for Murder (Film; 1954)

Dick Whittington’s Cat (ComiColor Cartoon; 1936)

Feel This Book, by Janeane Garofalo and Ben Stiller (Humor Book; 1999)

The Gods Themselves Isaac Asimov (Novel; 1972)

Half-Baked Alaska (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1965)

The Hound and the Rabbit (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1937)

Hud (Film; 1963)

The Internship (Film; 2013)

I Yam Love Sick (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1938)

Justice League: Starcrossed (WB Animated Film; 2004)

The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini (Novel; 2003)

The Last Days of Disco (Film; 1998)

Little Bits, recorded by Jimmy Bertrand’s Washboard Wizards (Song; 1926)

Little School Mouse (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1954)

Mary Had a Little Lamb, by Paul McCartney (Song; 1972)

The New Centurions, by Joseph Wambaugh (Novel; 1971)

No Time For Sergeants (Film; 1958)

Partly Cloudy (Pixar Cartoon 2009)

Pink on the Cob (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1969)

Private Dancer, by Tina Turner (Album; 1984)

A Raisin in the Sun (Film; 1961)

The Rite of Spring, by Igor Stravinsky (Ballet & Orchestral Work; 1913)

San Andreas (Film; 2015)

Sister Act (Film; 1992)

Smile Pretty, Say Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)

Space Force (TV Series; 2020)

St. Moritz Blitz (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1961)

The Stork’s Mistake (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

Tears on My Pillow, recorded by Little Anthony & the Imperials (Song; 1958)

This Is A Book, by Demetri Martin (Humor Book; 2011)

Two Dots (Phone App Game; 2014)

Up (Animated Disney Film; 2009)

White Christmas, recorded by Bing Crosby (Song; 1942)

The Witch in the Wood, by T.H. White (Novel; 1939) [Once and Future King #2]

Yankee Doodle Dandy (Film; 1942)

Today’s Name Days

Erwin, Irmtraud, Maximin (Austria)

Doroteia (Bulgaria)

Euzebije, Polion, Većeslav (Croatia)

Maxmilián (Czech Republic)

Maciminus (Denmark)

Laido, Leido, Leidur, Luulik (Estonia)

Oiva, Oivi, Oliver, Olivia (Finland)

Aymar, Aymard, Géraldine, Maximin (France)

Erwin, Irmtraud, Maximin (Germany)

Ipomoni, Olivianos, Theodosia (Greece)

Magdolna (Hungary)

Ademaro, Massimo, Massimino (Italy)

Daris, Maksine, Maksis, Raivis, Raivo (Latvia)

Algedas, Erdvilė, Magdalena, Magdė (Lithuania)

Magnar, Magnhild (Norway)

Bogusława, Maksymilian, Maria Magdalena, Teodor, Teodozja (Poland)

Teodosia (România)

Vilma (Slovakia)

Maximino (Spain)

Jeanette, Yvonne (Sweden)

Theodora (Ukraine)

Duana, Duane, Duanna, Dwayne, Fitz, Fitzgerald (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 150 of 2024; 216 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 22 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 22 (Gui-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 21 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 21 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 30 Magenta; Lastday [30 of 30]

Julian: 16 May 2024

Moon: 61%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 9 St. Paul (6th Month) [Theodosius]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 72 of 92)

Week: Last Week of May

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 9 of 31)

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Holidays 5.29

Holidays

Armed Forces Day (Kyrgyzstan)

Army Day (Argentina)

Asexuality Day

Cultural Workers and Folk Artists Day (День Києва Київ; Ukraine)

Day of Internal Affairs Officers (Turkmenistan)

Dunkirk Evacuation Remembrance Days [thru 6.4]

End of the Middle Ages Day

Fall of Constantinople Day

Feronia Asteroid Day

Ganatantra Diwas (Nepal)

Hope Day

International Addison’s Day

International Day of United Nations Peacekeepers (UN)

International Mount Everest Day

International Pashto Language Day

Kiev Day (Ukraine)

Learn About Composting Day

Luilak (Lazy Bones Day; Belgium)

Mount Everest Day (Nepal)

National Alligator Day

National Dog Friendly Day

National Edison Day

National Elderly Day (Indonesia)

National 529 College Savings Plan Day

National Flip Flop Day

National Foot Fetish Day

National Heat Awareness Day

National Hydroxyapatite Day

National Paperclip Day

National Rugelach Day

National Sail Day

National White Wreath Day (Australia)

Oak Apple Day (UK) [a.k.a. ... 

Bobby Ack Day

Castleton Garland Day (Castleton)

Garland King Day 

Nettle Day

Royal Oak Day

Shick-Shack Day

Shik-Shak Day

Shitsack Day

Yak Bob Day

Paper Clip Day

Pink Flamingo Day

Put a Pillow on Your Fridge Day

Reconciliation Day (ACT, Australia)

Red Shirt Day of Action for AccessAbility & Inclusion (Canada)

Restoration Day (UK)

Rite of Spring Day

Scythe Day (French Republic)

Tony Stark Day

Veteran of Overseas Military Service Day (Poland)

Veterans Day (Sweden)

World Digestive Health Day

World Tiger Nut Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Coq au Vin Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

International Rooster with Wine Day

National Biscuit Day (UK)

Squoosh an Ice Cream Sandwich Day

Independence & Related Days

Constitutional Referendum Day (Vanuatu)

Democracy Day (Nigeria)

Republic Day (Nepal)

Rhode Island Statehood Day (#13; 1790)

Schalamzaar Empire (Declared; 2004) [unrecognized]

Wisconsin Statehood Day (#30; 1848)

5th & Last Wednesday in May

Bermuda Day [Last Friday]

European Neighbours’ Day [Last Friday]

Great Wisconsin Cheese Festival begins [Last Friday, thru Sunday]

National Heat Awareness Day [Last Friday]

National Senior Health & Fitness Day [Last Wednesday]

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Awareness Day (Western Australia) [Last Friday]

Trader-Willi Syndrome Awareness Day [Last Friday]

World Challenge Day [Last Wednesday]

World MS (Multiple Sclerosis) Day [Last Wednesday]

World Otter Day [Last Wednesday]

Festivals Beginning May 29, 2024

Bookfest Bucharest (Bucharest, Romania) [thru 6.2]

Corn Dry Milling Conference (Peoria, Illinois) [thru 5.30]

Dublin Tech Summit (Dublin, Ireland) [thru 5.30]

Primavera Sound (Barcelona, Spain) [thru 6.2]

Wellfleet Restaurant Week (Wellfleet, Massachusetts) [thru 6.4]

Feast Days

Aaron McGruder (Artology)

Alexander of Alexandria (Christian; Saint)

Ambarvailia (Old Roman No Work Day, Purification Festival to Ceres)

Arbor Day (Aston-on Club, Shropshire Celtic Book of Days)

Ascension of Baha'u'llah (Baha’i)

Bona of Pisa (Christian; Saint)

Clark Voorhees (Artology)

Conon and his son (Christian; Martyrs, of Iconia, Asia)

Consensual Bum Biting Day (Pastafarian)

Cyril of Caesarea (Christian; Saint)

Erwin (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Mars (Ancient Rome)

Hypomone (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Johnny the Wolf (Muppetism)

Lars Bo (Artology)

Louise-Adéone Drölling (Artology)

Madeleine Sophie Barat (Christian; Saint)

Mary Magdalen dei Pazzi (Christian; Virgin)

Mary, Mother of the Church (Christian; Saint)

Maximus of Trier (a.k.a. Maximus, Bishop of Tiers; Christian; Saint)

Oak Apple Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Pillow Fight Day (Pastafarian)

Pope Alexander of Alexandria (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Siinnius, Martyrius, and Alexander (Christian; Martyrs, in Trent)

Spike Jones Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Sprouting Corn Day (Pagan)

Theodosia of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Theodosius (Positivist; Saint)

Ursula Ledóchowska (Christian; Saint)

William, Stephen, Raymund and their Companions (Christian; Martyrs)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 149 [35 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [28 of 57]

Premieres

A Battle for a Bottle (Phantasies Cartoon; 1942)

Bluebeard’s Brother (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1932)

Bold King Cole (Rainbow Parade Cartoon; 1936)

The Busy Bee (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Dial M for Murder (Film; 1954)

Dick Whittington’s Cat (ComiColor Cartoon; 1936)

Feel This Book, by Janeane Garofalo and Ben Stiller (Humor Book; 1999)

The Gods Themselves Isaac Asimov (Novel; 1972)

Half-Baked Alaska (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1965)

The Hound and the Rabbit (Happy Harmonies Cartoon; 1937)

Hud (Film; 1963)

The Internship (Film; 2013)

I Yam Love Sick (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1938)

Justice League: Starcrossed (WB Animated Film; 2004)

The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini (Novel; 2003)

The Last Days of Disco (Film; 1998)

Little Bits, recorded by Jimmy Bertrand’s Washboard Wizards (Song; 1926)

Little School Mouse (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1954)

Mary Had a Little Lamb, by Paul McCartney (Song; 1972)

The New Centurions, by Joseph Wambaugh (Novel; 1971)

No Time For Sergeants (Film; 1958)

Partly Cloudy (Pixar Cartoon 2009)

Pink on the Cob (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1969)

Private Dancer, by Tina Turner (Album; 1984)

A Raisin in the Sun (Film; 1961)

The Rite of Spring, by Igor Stravinsky (Ballet & Orchestral Work; 1913)

San Andreas (Film; 2015)

Sister Act (Film; 1992)

Smile Pretty, Say Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)

Space Force (TV Series; 2020)

St. Moritz Blitz (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1961)

The Stork’s Mistake (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

Tears on My Pillow, recorded by Little Anthony & the Imperials (Song; 1958)

This Is A Book, by Demetri Martin (Humor Book; 2011)

Two Dots (Phone App Game; 2014)

Up (Animated Disney Film; 2009)

White Christmas, recorded by Bing Crosby (Song; 1942)

The Witch in the Wood, by T.H. White (Novel; 1939) [Once and Future King #2]

Yankee Doodle Dandy (Film; 1942)

Today’s Name Days

Erwin, Irmtraud, Maximin (Austria)

Doroteia (Bulgaria)

Euzebije, Polion, Većeslav (Croatia)

Maxmilián (Czech Republic)

Maciminus (Denmark)

Laido, Leido, Leidur, Luulik (Estonia)

Oiva, Oivi, Oliver, Olivia (Finland)

Aymar, Aymard, Géraldine, Maximin (France)

Erwin, Irmtraud, Maximin (Germany)

Ipomoni, Olivianos, Theodosia (Greece)

Magdolna (Hungary)

Ademaro, Massimo, Massimino (Italy)

Daris, Maksine, Maksis, Raivis, Raivo (Latvia)

Algedas, Erdvilė, Magdalena, Magdė (Lithuania)

Magnar, Magnhild (Norway)

Bogusława, Maksymilian, Maria Magdalena, Teodor, Teodozja (Poland)

Teodosia (România)

Vilma (Slovakia)

Maximino (Spain)

Jeanette, Yvonne (Sweden)

Theodora (Ukraine)

Duana, Duane, Duanna, Dwayne, Fitz, Fitzgerald (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 150 of 2024; 216 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 22 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 22 (Gui-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 21 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 21 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 30 Magenta; Lastday [30 of 30]

Julian: 16 May 2024

Moon: 61%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 9 St. Paul (6th Month) [Theodosius]

Runic Half Month: Odal (Home, Possession) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 72 of 92)

Week: Last Week of May

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 9 of 31)