#like fuck no why did they have to make his death sooner than in real life

[kafka-ohdear]

*blows kiss into the sky* this is for bubbles payne.

[calisources]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

Sentences were taken from different sources of literature that depict dark romance, these include possessive language, jealousy, power trips, some kinks, innuendos. Some sentences are tamer than others, please use wisely. Change names, pronouns and locations as you see fit. This meme is not safe for all audiences, as it contains adult themes.

Cara is mine, and only mine.

You didn’t seem to be in any danger when you were being my good, little girl.

A crush? I had consumed at least three of that woman’s bodily fluids, as she had mine. 

I worship you.

Very, very bad girl.

So you admit it, I make you scream.

See, my sweet gift? I knew you’d f/cking come around.

My beautiful, sweet gift. I am forever lost in you.

Let me heal those wounds and soothe that ache.

I’m gonna fuck you now. It’s gonna be fast and hard because I’ve waited too long for this.

In this fucked up world of ours, we're meant for each other.

I may have broken you, but know that you've broken me just the same.

Let me free you of the constraints of virtue. Better yet, free yourself.

You're supposedly protected by god, but here you are fucking the devil.

Like this you are powerful. Learn what it is to command the attention of a god.

I need you to take me the way you want me.

I hope you never forget about me and that the thought of me haunts you for eternity.

I was born to be your god, born with the power to make you do what I want.

You've captivated my soul and breathe life into me.

No escaping. I told you I'd never let you go.

I am a poison that all of humanity must fear.

You  ruined me and I can’t be bothered about it.

I forgot how good you taste. 

Real men get their girls nice and ready first.

This girl. She’s living, walking art. And she’s mine.

Do you want me on my knees?

You’re a bad man and you do bad things. You will always do bad things. But not to me.

You are painfully beautiful, do you know that?

Every time you look at me, it feels as if you start a wildfire inside my heart

Such a perfect girl you are, put on this world just for me.

I have killed for you, baby. And I’ll never stop.

You forgot I was a siren.

I just wanted to keep you forever.

I have missed you for so long. And now you are in front of me, but you’re afraid to touch me.

 There can never be anything in the world that would hurt me more than when you left me.

I don’t know if I want to cry or if I want to scream or if I want to fucking kiss you.

Christ, I wish you could see yourself. You look otherworldly.

I used to smell your dirty shirts when you weren’t looking.

In order for me to fuck you, I’m going to need you to be healed first.

 How I’ve missed that filthy mouth.

What else did I teach you?

You taught me how to be a good girl for you.

How to let you ravage me so badly that I feel like I’m on the brink of death.

I'm a simple man who's been reduced to his base instincts to hunt, capture, keep.

If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn.

If you don’t protect what belongs to you, then sooner or later, it belongs to someone else.

The power he holds over me―

You like to be owned by me? Knowing that I will kill anyone that ever tries to steal you away?

You want passion. A love that completely devours every inch of you. 

I know that you long for a little danger, too. I saw how you thrived on it.

It only hurts because I want you so much.

 if you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know why I chose you. 

You taste like sin.

You're doing so good, Handsome.

No one touches what's mine.

And you are mine. Whether you agree is irrelevant.

I caught you, so now I get to ravish you.

Let’s do something about that mouth of yours, hm?

Be my woman, Ana. Allow me to call myself yours.

I want you to know that you can’t hide from me.

Play nicely, little lamb. Or else, I won’t.

I will do with you as I please.

Show me how much you want me.

You haven’t been getting what you need, have you?

Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?

You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness.

I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. 

Fucking hell, you’re sweet. You’re so goddamn sweet.

The flesh wants what it wants.

If you continue to behave like this, I'll actually start to believe you don't hate me.

Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes Power.

And I will break you. I will make it so you can't breathe without me. 

What happened to the thrill of the chase?

I just like the way wrong feels.

I swear I won't touch you even with a finger until you ask me yourself.

I need to hear a yes, sir.

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 2)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe protects Y/n and learns more about her.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, drugs, fighting, mentions of death and gun violence, fluff

Word Count: 3.2k+

By the time you pulled up to the party you were on cloud 9. You and Courtney held hands and skipped together towards the fire, bottle of tequila still half full. Rafe trailed behind you guys and smiled as he watched how happy you were.

You and Courtney started dancing and taking shots while Rafe made his way around the party trying to sell the rest of the coke.

"Hey ladies!" Kelce said as him, Topper, and Sarah approached you.

"Hey!" You said, giving them all a hug. You knew Sarah didn't like you much but you were feeling too good to care. "How are you guys?"

"Fucking lit!" Topper said.

"Fucking saaaaame!" Courtney said as she took a swig from the bottle.

You chuckled and scanned around to find Rafe. He was sitting down surrounded by a few other girls. You unknowingly clenched your jaw at the sight.

Rafe glanced back at you and met your eyes. He gave you a smirk and wiped his nose, indicating he was taking care of business. You smiled and nodded at him as you directed your attention back to the conversation.

"Fuckin' Pogues," Courtney spat. You turned to follow her gaze to see a group of people walking up the beach.

You'd seen them around the island. John B, JJ, Pope, and Kiara. You knew their names but you were always too busy to pay them any attention.

You felt a hand snake around your shoulder. You looked up to see Rafe and you smiled. "Hey," You said.

"Hey," His eyes were soft and his smile was warm. Something about him being so close to you gave you a sense of calm you didn't know you needed.

"Sell it all?" You asked.

He pressed his tongue to his cheek as he nodded. "Yeah, but it's not enough."

"Fuck," You said.

"Don't worry, I have a plan." Rafe assured you as held you closer to him and lead you towards the cooler to get a drink.

A few girls glared at you as you walked. You weren't exactly sure why. Courtney had remained your only real girl friend since you moved here. Most girls seemed to hate you. You knew it was probably jealousy. But for what? Did they want to look like you? You'd be happy to do make overs if any of them gave you the time of day. Were they annoyed that there was a new girl in town taking up all the attention? Or was it the fact that you had gotten so close to Figure Eights ultimate Kook King?

The more you thought about, the more you realized that Rafe was practically always with you. It seemed normal now.

"You okay?" He asked as he handed you a seltzer from the cooler.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just..."

"What?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"You're always with me."

His face fell slightly at your words. "Do you not want me around?" He asked.

"No, I do! I love hanging out with you. Seriously,"

"Then what's the problem?"

You sigh. "I feel like I take up all your time. People seem to hate me for some reason and I feel like I've taken you away from your friends."

Rafe chuckled.

"What?" You ask.

"Look, you're my friend. And Kelce and Top and even Court. All these other people," He waves his hand around the sea of people. "Just people I get fucked up with."

"Isn't that what we do?"

"Yeah. It is. But we talk too. About, like, everything. Everything you say is so fucking...interesting. I can barely stand talking to these other people for five minutes."

You smile up at him and he returns the gesture. You quickly wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close to you. He's so much taller than you. He wraps his arms around your neck and rests his head in your hair as he hugs you tightly.

You break away from him far sooner than he would have liked. Before you can get another word in, you hear shouting coming from down by the water.

You turn to see Topper and Kelce arguing with JJ and John B. It wasn't long before things got physical.

"Fucking Pogues," Rafe said as the two of you started toward the commotion.

"Kick his ass, Top!" Courtney yells.

"Why would you encourage them?" You hear Kiara say to Courtney.

"Why the fuck is your boy starting shit?" She responded.

You both laugh.

"Bitches," You hear Kiara mutter.

"What was that?" You say as you step around Courtney and get in her face.

"I said you're a bitch!" Kiara repeats herself.

You push her back and as she struggles to catch her balance you deck her in the left eye.

"Oh, shit!" Courtney laughs as she watches Kiara hit you back but you were quick to punch her square in the nose and she fell down.

"You wanna talk more shit, cunt?!" You scream at her as you grab her hair and hit her again.

"Get off me!" She spat at you, hitting you as best she could which was not very effective.

"Goddamit," Rafe muttered as he turned away from Topper and John B and ran over to you.

"Topper stop! You're gonna drown him!" You hear Sarah cry.

"John B!" Kiara yells as she tries to push you away.

You feel strong arms wrap around your torso but you continue to swing.

Suddenly, you hear gunfire. Rafe pulls you off Kiara and falls to the ground, holding you tightly and shielding your with his body.

"JJ stop!" You hear Pope scream.

"Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ screams, firing the gun two more times.

You realized you were clinging to Rafe's arm, nails digging into his skin so hard you knew he was probably bleeding.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, he lips pressed to your temple.

"Yeah, yes. Can we go home please?"

"Yeah, come on I got you." He says as he gets up, still holding you close.

You tried to choke back tears as Rafe lead you to his truck. Memories of your childhood came flooding back.

Rafe helped you into the passenger seat and Court and Kelce climbed in the back. "Where's Top?" You heard Courtney ask.

"Left with Sarah. What the hell was that?!" Kelce said.

Courtney leaned forward and put a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Court." You said, shrugging her hand off before Rafe climbed into the driver's seat and quickly drove away from the party.

"Fucking Pogues, dude!" He said, clearly angry.

"I can't believe JJ pulled a gun on Top dude. Fucking psycho." Kelce responded.

"This ain't over," Rafe said before pulling out his phone to call Topper.

You barely paid attention to the conversations around you as you stared out the window.

When you finally got back to your house Kelce and Court seemed fine, ready to go back to drinking and flirting like they had been all night.

You kept your head down and made your way to your room.

"Y/N-"

"I'm fine." You cut Rafe off and stormed upstairs.

Rafe chewed on his cheek for a minute before turning and heading back to where Kelce and Courtney were.

"I think I'm gonna head home," Rafe said, a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"I wouldn't do that," Courtney responded. Rafe gave her a questioning look. "Look," She sighs. "It's not my place to tell. But give her like an hour. I think she's gonna need you."

Rafe pondered her words for a minute. Having a gun go off in a close proximity is scary for pretty much anyone. But you seemed to be a lot more shook up than everyone else.

Rafe wondered if there was something you hadn't yet told him. He'd gotten to know you really well over the past month and a half but surely there was plenty more to learn about you. And more than anything he wanted to be there for you when you were ready to talk about it.

"Okay," He agreed and sat down on one of the barstools at the kitchen counter. "Pour me a shot."

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About an hour later, Courtney and Kelce retired to the guest room. Rafe paced for a few minutes before finally deciding to go check on you.

He reached your door and knocked lightly.

"What?" Your voice was weak and pained.

"Y/N? It's Rafe. A-are you okay?" He asked.

You were silent for a moment. You were upset and scared but you needed someone. You needed Rafe.

"Come in." You finally said.

Rafe slowly opened one side of the huge double doors that lead to your bedroom. You had taken off your make up and washed your face. You pulled your naturally wavy locks into a high ponytail, a few strands loose in the front that fell across your face. You'd put on baggy plaid pajama pants and a small black tank top. Rafe swore he'd never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.

"Hey," He said nervously.

You looked up to face him. Your eyes were red from crying but the Y/E/C of your iris still sparkled in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey," You said, offering a small smile. You held out a hand to him motioning for him to come sit with you.

He sat down beside you on the bed. "Do you need me to get you anything?"

You shook your head. "I think I just need to sleep." You told him.

"Okay, yeah, that will probably help you feel better." He agreed. "I can crash on the couch, just let me know if you ne-"

"No, Rafe," You cut him off. "Please stay with me."

He stared at you for a moment as you moved over in your bed and pulled the covers back, inviting him to come lay beside you.

"Okay," He said nervously, but he was happy at your request. It wasn't like the two of you hadn't passed out next to eachother before. But tonight seemed different.

He kicked off his shoes and laid down beside you. You moved close to him and wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your head into his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and brought his other hand to your hair, twirling the strands between his fingers.

"Thank you," You whispered against him. "You make me feel safe."

Rafe smiled widely at the sound of those words falling from your lips.

"You know I'll always take care of you," He said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Get some rest, sweetheart."

Sleep came easily to both of you that night. The nightmares you were scared that would surface never came and instead you slept dreamlessly and peacefully.

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Your eyes fluttered open to the sunlight peaking through your window. You could feel the rise and fall of Rafe's chest underneath you and you felt warm inside.

You remained quiet, listening to the soft beating of his heart. He began to stir 10 minutes later.

"Morning," He said sleepily as he ran his fingers up and down the length of your shoulder.

"Goodmorning," You responded. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Amazing," He confessed with a smile. "Are you feeling better?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry about last night."

"Why are you sorry?" He asked.

"It's just...I don't like guns."

"I understand."

You sighed as you clung to him tighter. "You know how my mom died when I was little?"

"You mentioned it. The night of your party." He responded.

"Yeah, well, she died when I was six..." You began.

Rafe was quiet. He played with your hair, untangling the parts that got twisted together amidst your sleep as he listened to you.

"It was just me and her at home one night. I was in my room watching cartoons. Spongebob, I think..." You chuckle at the last part. "My mom was downstairs making dinner." You take in a shaky breath. "I heard commotion. Men yelling and my mom yelling back. She was scared. When I went to the door to listen, I heard three shots. They scared me. I ran and hid under my bed and covered my ears. I thought maybe they were fire works at first but then I heard the men yelling again. There were two more shots before it finally went quiet."

Rafe held his breath and squeezed you tighter.

"I stayed in my room for like an hour before I finally thought it might be safe to go downstairs. I yelled for my mom but she never responded." You closed your eyes and swallowed. "When I finally got to the kitchen, I-I found her..." Your voice cracked.

"Shhh," Rafe soothed, pulling you close and tucking your head to his neck. His arms were tight around you and you felt a that familiar calmness rush over you.

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. You were never uncomfortable around Rafe. Since you met him he'd always brought you peace.

"Are Kelce and Court still here?" You finally asked as you sat up and faced him.

"Most likely. They stayed up drinking then moved it to your guest room."

You rolled your eyes. "Great," You chuckled. "Guess I'll be scrubbing that room today." You began to get up but Rafe grabbed your wrist and you turned to face him.

"Or," He began. "We could call a maid and go get lunch at the club."

You smiled at him. "That sounds a lot better,"

"Cool," He smiled. "I just have to take care of a few things. Meet you there? 1:30?"

"Perfect." You agreed. "I'm gonna shower." You said as you ran to your bathroom and closed the door behind you.

Rafe laid in your bed a few moments longer, smiling to himself as he reminisced on the fact that you slept in his arms all night.

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You brushed purple eyeshadow on your eyes with an orange liner. You felt lighter today. The trauma of last night fading away. You applied some concealer on the small bruise forming on your cheek where Kiara had punched you, chuckling at the fact that's all she left on you.

You threw on a lilac blouse and slipped into some light jean shorts. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror before you grabbed your purse and sandals and made your way downstairs.

"Are those my clothes, slut?" You asked Courtney as you entered the kitchen.

"Yup," She declared before popping a blueberry in her mouth. "Kelce ripped my skirt."

"It was an accident!" He protested.

"You guys are sick." You chuckled as you went to the fridge and grabbed a Fiji water. The only water you would drink.

"We're headed to the club, wanna come?" Kelce asked.

"Uh yeah, I'm actually supposed to meet Rafe."

"He didn't stay over?" Courtney asked.

"No, he did. He just had to do some things this morning."

"Cool! I'll drive!" Kelce announced. You realized you rarely drove your Benz Truck anywhere anymore.

You locked up your house and set the alarm before you all climbed in Kelce's BMW.

You pulled up to the club at exactly 1:30pm but there was no signs of Rafe's truck or his bike. You brushed it off and followed Courtney and Kelce into the club.

"I'm gonna run to the bathroom," You announced, starting to feel uneasy.

Once you got into one of the stalls and locked it behind you you quickly pulled out a small bag of cocaine from your purse. You used your long acrylic nail on your pinky finger to scoop out a bump and you snorted it, throwing your head back before you went for one more. You licked the residue that still coated your nail before putting it back in your bag and flushing the toilet. You came out and quickly washed your hands before heading back to the table.

Still no sign of Rafe.

"What can I get you guys?" A familiar voice asks. You look up to see JJ waiting to take your order.

"Oh, that's fucking rich." Courtney scoffs.

Anxiety fills your body as you look up to him.

JJ tries his best to control his composure, not wanting to lose his cool on the job. Even though you had all gotten in a pretty rough fight last night, JJ realized that the three of you, being rich customers, had the upper hand and he couldn't afford to lose his job.

"3 Mai Tai's," Kelce answers.

"I'll need to see your IDs." He states. Kelce laughs but hands over his fake. You and Courtney do the same.

"Make that 4, my friend." Rafe says, placing a hand on JJ's shoulder and slipping him his fake ID as well before pushing him towards the bar and away from your table.

You instantly let out a sigh of relief as the sight of Rafe. He sits down next to you, placing his arm across the back of your chair and leaning over to you.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah," You smile at him. "Are you?"

Rafe sighs. "Talk about it later," He promised.

You noticed the fresh burn on his left forearm. "Rafe, your arm!"

"It's fine," He reassures you as he hides his arm under the table.

JJ came back with your drinks. "Any food for you guys?"

"Not hungry," You muttered as you took a long sip of your drink.

"She'll have the salmon," Rafe told him.

"Rafe-"

"You need to eat, sweetheart." He said softly.

You smiled as everyone else ordered their food. You giggled at the way Rafe knew your favorite meal.

After a few more Mai Tai's, you were happy you had all made it through lunch, despite JJ being your server. You could not handle anymore drama today.

The four of you made your way down to the beach. Courtney and Kelce drunkenly clinging to eachother and laughing. You and Rafe trailed behind.

"You gonna tell me what happened to your arm?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

Rafe sighed. "Late on payment."

"I thought you had a plan?" You asked him.

"I do, I do, I just...haven't gotten to it yet."

"Rafe-"

"Listen," He began, grabbing your shoulders and turning you to face him. "I'm gonna take care of it okay? After I drop you off at home. I promise."

Something about the way he's looking at you tells you to keep your mouth shut.

"Okay." You respond softly.

He gives you a half smile and pulls you into him, cradling your head against his chest. You stood and held eachother in silence for a moment.

"Are you guys coming?" Courtney yelled to you.

"I'm gonna take her home!" Rafe yelled back. "We'll see you guys later!"

"Suit yourself!" Kelce yelled back before him and Courtney continued down the beach.

Rafe walked you to his truck and opened the passenger door, helping you inside. Once you were comfortable, he shut the door and jogged to the drivers side.

He turned on the engine and put his car in drive.

"Rafe?" You say, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Please be safe." You tell him, your eyes full of worry.

He sees your expression and offers you a smile. He reached over and placed his hand on your knee. "Don't worry, sweetheart."

Something about his words ease away all your worry. You trust him fully.

You stare out the window as you drive. The sunset fading from orange to pink to lilac and the sight made you feel at peace.

"Want to play some music?" Rafe asks, already connecting your phone to bluetooth.

"Sure," You smile. "Turn it up."

He does as he's told and you press play.

You both relaxed as you felt the bass vibrate against your seats. Rafe slowly slipped his fingers between yours as he watched you wave your other arm out the window. You seemed so content and at peace. To everyone else on the island you were a bad-ass party girl. But when he looked at you he saw vulnerability, excitement for life, a big heart, and the beauty of a goddess. He'd never been so grateful for someone in his entire life.

As the song went on, Rafe swore it was his new favorite song. Because every time he'd hear it he would think of this perfect moment. Fresh summer air blowing through your hair as he clung to the hand of the woman he loved.

[transmascaraa]

Reader having issues with nail biting!

(begging for it to include lyney...)

multiple characters headcannons!

issues with nail biting.

characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: THIS IS SO REAL HELP I USED TO HAVE A NAIL BITING HABIT(but thankfully it's gone now‼️) ENJOYYYY

✯ Lyney

-he would be so sweet and gentle about it.

-like when he realized it/you told him, he would first have a look at how bad it is for now, and then do his best to research about it.

-of course, research on how to stop it.

-after researching for a bit(like 2 hours) he knew exactly what to do!

-but he does it in a fun way.

-like how would be asking you how one of his new tricks looks, the magic trick being him turning a rose into a dove that carries anti-nail biting polish(is that how it's called??)

-it would take a while for you to get used to it but you eventually will!

-i mean, he's lyney, not anyone.

-he'll spend all his money on that polish and nail makeovers for you.

-he doesn't regret it one bit

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✧ Gaming

-pretty much just like lyney i guess?????

-he'll do his best to understand what you were talking about in the first place, and then look at how bad it is

-either if it's not that bad or really bad at all, he's there to get you a nail makeovers in no time

-would probably buy those anti-nail biting polishes

-whenever you ran out of them, he would run to the store and buy the best quality most expensive one trust me

-when he'd notice you trying to bite your nails while not having your polish on, he'd remind you

-by reminding i mean either throw the polish next to you or just "hey my love! what are you doing??" with a teasing smirk on his face

-either way, you'll lose the habit sooner or later with him.

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✿ Wanderer

-it's better if you told him, rather than if he realized on his own because he would probably say blah blah why are you doing that blah blah blah

-so when you tell him he has the most confusing look on his face.

-is it disgust?? is it worry?? is it maybe even irritating to him??? probably.

-either way you're getting scolded.

-he would research about it in secret and try to understand why the fuck you're doing it at all, but he gets it eventually that it's just an unhealthy habit.

-would definitely buy you those anti-nail biting polishes all the time, making sure you never run out of them.

-if you still tried to bite them he would guve you the biggest death stare ever.

-until you lost the habit and he congratulated and rewarded you with some black nail polish.

-not like he'd admit that he actually cared for you.

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i like it ngl

i think this is the least ooc it could be lmfao

idk i did my best and i like it

| @keeyisbored | @mariaace <3

[bmbochangetales]

Being a witch is a powerful thing. You can do pretty much whatever you want with a snap of your fingers. Sure causing death and destruction will get you as enemy #1 but most things will fly under the radar.

Savannah was going out for drinks alone. It had been that kind of week. None of her friends were available so she decided to have fun with it. She used her powers to grow her chest. A very manageable D cup. Just a bit more padding on her butt with more shapely hips.

One more snap and she had flawless hair and make up. Her normally frizzy black hair become a sleek style. Her make up was very glamorous. It would have taken hours. She completed the look with a dark red knee length dress and a pair of manageable heels.

The bar was decently busy. She was sure someone would buy her a drink. She sat at the bar with her cheap vodka soda waiting for a poor chump to come along. After a bit, a middle aged fellow sat next to her. He wasn’t the perfect ideal but free drinks were, well free drinks. His back was slightly to her in the bar chair. She was formulating a plan for how to work it when he ordered his drink and a second one.

He turned to her and said "Bartender said you were drinking the cheap stuff, I've upgraded you. No one should drink that stuff." This was easier than she thought. A glass was placed in front of her she inspected it and it seemed normal. She tipped her old glass back to chug the contents. She didn't catch him slip something into her previously safe cup. she lifted it to her lips and enjoyed much better taste.

"Tell me about yourself girl" he prodded her after she had a few sips. She normally made u stories for the men at bars but she found herself telling him her real life story. He asked more questions and she answered truthfully.

"Tell me what makes you special girl" he leaned back in the chair.

"Well I am a witch" she had never revealed that to anyone. She was shocked at herself even. He just laughed a bit but gave her a suggestion.

“Why don’t you give yourself huge boobs if it’s true? Like a solid J cup? I’m sure you’ll love them” He prodded her.

“Well okay” it wouldn’t hurt to show off a bit. She pointed at her chest and they began growing. She thought D cups were large before. These were comically so. She loved them though. A massive pair of tits looked so good on her. She should have done this way sooner. She was made to have j cups. Bigger boobs are way better.

She proudly showed off her tits to the stranger. Not caring that he knew her secret. That he just made her grow her chest to enormous proportions. She just simply listened. It felt good, She was rewarded with a shiver that began at her warm wet cunt.

“I think more jiggle and sensitivity will make you enjoy them more. Try it out” He calmly stated as he gestured to the bartender for another round. He was probably right as she worked her magic again. They didn't get any bigger but they felt so much better as the moved around and bounced. FUCK they felt good now. Why did she never do this before? This man was so smart. Fuck these tits were great.

She never thought about using magic to permanently change herself. It was silly really that she waited for this man to tell her. Why was she listening to him even. He noticed the confused look on her face. Like a thought was fighting to get through. He motioned to the bartender. He quickly gave a shot and he was able to slip the powder in as she fought with her thoughts.

"Drink this, and enjoy it like a good girl" She took a shot that had the same shimmer as her drink. She slowly took it to her lips making a show of staring him down. She tilted the shot glass in her lips and moaned like it was the best thing she ever tasted. She started licking every drop from the shot glass.

“You really love being controlled, don’t you pretty witch?” the words should have triggered her but she just giggled and stroked his arm. "It is super fun. I want to be a good little witch for you."

“Obedience powder. It’s so great, isn’t it?” He held a glittering powder in a bag in front of her face. It was so pretty. And it made her listen to master. She loved being controlled, there was something so sexy about.

[justaz]

yknow what…..im thinking about it. (american) gen z grew up surrounded by talk of climate change and actual school shootings where peers and friends literally die at age 11 and that was just like our norm. the economy is shit so we cant buy houses and can barely afford food, our schools were a war zone, and our planet is dying. that was our youth, death at every turn. a lot of gen z (i think i can go global here, not just america) will tell you like “yeah i didn’t ever see myself living past fifteen much less eighteen. i thought i’d be dead by now” and so now we have like no idea wtf we’re doing and we’re just trying to make the best out of our shitty lives.

anyways merlin also kinda grew up like that as in his very existence was a death sentence and if the wrong person found out he’d be dead. growing up hearing from your mother that you cant tell anyone the truth bc what you are, how you were born, is wrong in this world and that many people would cheer to see you die….yeah what if he had the same thought process and was like “yeah fuck guess my death is inevitable” and just stopped giving a fuck. he’s confrontational and picks fights without regard for his opponents strength or numbers bc hey if he goes out this way then at least he was doing something good and standing up for what he believed in, if he doesn’t die then cool he made a difference. that’s why he goes toe to toe with arthur even after finding out he’s the prince of the most powerful kingdom in albion that started the whole campaign calling for his head.

just merlin being kind of like a medieval gen z lmao like taking no shit and taking all these risks bc hey he never thought he’d make it to twenty so wtf else is he meant to do?? live a life of paranoia and wariness? no. he’s gonna die in the end no matter what, if it happens sooner rather than later….well…he never thought he’d make it this far so he did better than he originally expected. this is why he gets on with gwaine so well bc they both have like passive suicidal tendencies where they take all these risks and make all these choices that put their lives at risk bc they don’t particularly care one way or the other how it turns out. real recognizes real.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART THIRTEEN)

previous: twelve

next: fourteen

y/ndevils00

liked by lhughes_06, dougieham, and 127,337 others

y/ndevils00 fair warning ‼️ if you found tuesdays post sappy, you won’t wanna see tonight’s! okay! happy scrolling!

i wanna start tonight’s postgame by saying that i cannot express how proud i am of this team! my boys, my closest friends. you ended the regular season tonight by breaking the franchise record tonight for most wins in a single season! 52 wins, baby! and breaking the record for best single season turnaround in the NHL since the league switched to the 82 game schedule with a +49 point difference! you guys are the most talented, most hardworking, and most dedicated team of people that i’ve had the privilege of meeting.

we ended this game with an overtime win, 5-4! it may have been a hard start, but you turned it around in the 3rd!

we got TWO goals by uncle u-haula tonight! a tip-in by sheriff woody! and a goal by dj dougie-h! so proud of you guys!

lukey got his very first NHL point tonight with an assist on erik’s first goal of the night and i can confirm that i shed a few tears. my pretty baby also made his 98th point tonight with an assist on haulaback girl’s second goal of the night!

however, most importantly, lukey, my smush, got his very first NHL goal tonight with the game winning goal! which was the catalyst that got us that franchise record breaking 52nd win. AND he did it with an assist from his big brother, my bubs, jacky! making lil jizzy end this season with NINETY-NINE points!

i am so proud of you, smush! you played SO well tonight and i can’t wait to see you continue to take ass and kick names! i’m so proud to be your figurative (and hopefully eventually real) big sister <3

it’s been a hell of a season! let’s go to the playoffs, boys!

tagged ehaula, miles.wood44, dougieham, lhughes_06 and jackhughes

lhughes_06 thank you squishy ❤️ if i have anything to do with it, you’ll be my sister sooner rather than later

y/ndevils00 oh don’t make me cry again, i’ll get a headache!

y/ndevils00 i’m gonna cuddle you till death!

lhughes_06 i think i’d be okay with that

jackhughes i wouldn’t

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes this isn’t about you though, is it?

jackhughes i’m so insanely proud of you little bro! can’t wait to kill it with you for many years to come!

lhughes_06 thank you jacky! it’s a dream come true to play with you!

y/ndevils00 SHUT UP STOP MAKING ME CRY! YOU ASSHOLES!

jackhughes you wanna hear something babe?

y/ndevils00 oh god what?

jackhughes @/lhughes_06 can i tell her?

lhughes_06 go for it

jackhughes so, you know luke is giving his first goal puck to our dad. but luke asked the refs if he could keep the puck he made his first assist with, so he can give it to you

y/ndevils00 what? you’re not fucking with me are you? because jack i stg if this is a joke to you, then i’m gonna start dating trevor

jackhughes not a joke, baby

trevorzegras why was i brought into this? and jack, you’re not even concerned that she threatened that? i think your girl wants me 🤪

jackhughes @/trevorzegras oh please, you guys would rip each other’s heads off within the first 10 minutes of dating

john.marino97 back to no feature on the post but i’ll accept this one for luke

y/ndevils00 yeah, yeah. ya know i said plenty of nice things about the team! it’s not all about the pictures!

y/ndevils00 besides, you didn’t even play in this game

john.marino97 still would’ve been nice to be included >:( but thank you best friend number 3, i love you

y/ndevils00 okay let’s not get carried away here!

john.marino97 you’re insufferable

y/ndevils00 i love you too, bff number 2

john.marino97 📸

y/ndevils00 damnit!

dawson1417 thank you bff 3! love you! let’s take on the playoffs!

y/ndevils00 i love you too, bff number 1! you’re gonna smash it!

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 why does his “i love you” come easy?!

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i like to keep you on your toes 🤭

nicohischier thank you y/n/n! so glad to have you as our media manager!

y/ndevils00 awww 🫶 you still have to do the postgame interview

nicohischier fuck

jackhughes thank you sweet girl ❤️ so insanely lucky to have you in charge of our media. without you, i don’t know where i would be these past few years. thank you for being my best friend and my girlfriend (and yes, eventually my wife, i hope)

y/ndevils00 aww lil rizzy! YOU don’t have to do a postgame interview <3

jackhughes YES! suck it, hischier! @/nicohischier

y/ndevils00 i can still change my mind. don’t push your luck baby

jackhughes sorry babe, love you!

dougieham thanks y/n! it’s been an honor to work alongside you these past 2 seasons!

y/ndevils00 so glad i was given the opportunity to get you acclimated when you joined! love ya, doug!

jesperbratt thank you y/n! 😄 i’ve had lots of fun working with you!

y/ndevils00 please let me be your personal bodyguard. nobody will ever see me coming on the ice until i cross-check them for even looking at you the wrong way.

jesperbratt that’s nice! 🤍

_quinnhughes fun fact: y/n facetimed me crying after the game because “her smush won the game”. so proud of you lukey! you’re doing amazing man! keep up the great work!

y/ndevils00 that was supposed to stay between us, quinny! hope you have a good game though, fishy!

_quinnhughes thanks, sis!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes HE CALLED ME SIS! DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU SEE THAT?!

jackhughes i did, love! i see it! so happy for you!

lhughes_06 thanks bro! love ya!

[alairroux]

Woah, I wasn't here for two weeks which I'm sorry about, but life was not it and I geniuely wanted to bang my head against the wall for those past 14 days. But I finally got myself back so there goes another chapter! The girls are fighting but this time there's no hair pulling involved. Also I'm sorry for it being a bit shorter, I'll do better next time.

Chapter XI

"To know you"

“WHAT?! Say that again. What did you do? What did you say to her? Peanut, I understand your anger issues and not, but that’s way overboard! You know she didn’t deserve a single word you said to her, and you’ve let her run out? Just like that?!” 

Wade was surprisingly not his cheerful self this time after learning about what has happened. For someone who jokes about trauma, death and being in pain every living second this was really a low blow. Because it wasn’t about his pain this time. It was about Alice. He knew how fragile she could be, especially after what just had happened. She turned back time, sent people they saved back into the Void if even there and not just erased them by creating a huge rip in the fabric of time and reality. He knew how much she could overthink even simple things, let alone something like that. Sure, he also understood where Logan was coming from, but it was still too much, too aggressive of an approach. 

“I know I went overboard, I just got angry. If she can turn back time, why is it such a problem? I just want them to be back, to have another chance.” 

The pain was still seeping into his voice, no matter how hard he was trying to hide it, it would still show up and become real. He missed his X-Men. As much as he was pretending to hate them and their ideas before, now he was openly missing them. All the complaining and stuff. Everything. So he just wanted to have a chance at saving them, insead of living with the consuming guilt that seemed to be stuck to him like his own shadow. He couldn’t tear it away, he couldn’t wash it off, he couldn’t do anything with it, it was always coming back when the light of reality shone on him. And that was terrifying. 

“She’ll come back, Bub. She always does.” Wade got snapped out of his own mind by Logan. “We’re both like lit fireworks, easy to blow up, but it always ends in a pretty way, eh? Come here and stop worrying. You have to rest finally.” 

Logan opened his arms for Wade to just slump into. The truth was that he could easily smell the fear and tiredness on Wade and wanted to ease him up a bit. Also judging by how he was fidgeting with his hoodie, he was getting cold again. Side effects of cancer unfortunately. It’s never pretty or merciful. 

“I hope you’re right, Honey Badger. She’ll just go for a walk and come back.” 

Wade muttered into Logan's shoulder, just enjoying all the warmth he could soak in. He knew that Alice and Logan used to get in arguments frequently, often ending in a screaming match and a headache for all, but sooner or later, they’d just start acting normal again, a quiet form of forgiveness was their way of fixing things in this household. That and a cup of coffee along with cut up fruit. 

However in the Void things looked completely different. Alice was trying once again to make a run for it, trying to ignore the metallic taste filling her mouth, trying to get anything within the distance of her telekinesis to protect herself, from what seemed like fun for Cassandra. Desperately trying to grab even the sand, when she was lifted in the air again, feeling invisible fingers squeeze her throat. She looked down at the bald lady that was smirking back at her, a second of eye contact enough to look into her mind. To see her intentions. 

“Stop!” She managed to get out, ignoring the blood dripping from her nose, filling up her mouth again. “Listen! Listen, hey, for fucks sake! I bet you know what I can do, be better than me, sure you do, I looked into that crazy mind of yours... Whether you want to use it or just see it, you have to know that the second you throw me now, put me into the ground and any other stuff like that, I'm dead. I don't heal. I will die and all of that  probably with me. So. Don't. Kill. Me. And we'll see how far in agreement we can go... "

She heaved for breath, her gaze unmoving from Nova in front of her. A little “hmph” and sudden release around her throat, combined with the gravity, caused her to hit the ground in an unpleasant way, drawing a low grunt of pain out of her mouth. At least she bought herself a bit more time, which is always good if you don't want to die here and there.  She covered her eyes with her forearm, protecting them from the harsh sun that was somehow nowhere to be spotted actually. Her chest falling and rising in a rapid and definitely a bit too shallow motion. This was definitely something, and she still didn’t really process the fact that Cassandra was alive. It sounded like absolute insanity to say actually. She was dead for good two years and suddenly, poof, alive again. Could it really be her fault? The time getting warped so much it affected Void as well? 

“I have to admit, you’re way sneakier than you look. I almost didn’t feel you sink into my mind. Almost. Now get up.”

“Fuck off… Give me a moment, would you?” 

At this point, Alice couldn’t be bothered more about her wording. She was tired, in pain, smelling and feeling the blood on herself, nauseous from the stench already. 

“Tch, how rude. Get up I said. Or I won’t be so polite anymore.” 

“Threat or a promise?” 

Alice laughed under her breath, getting up with another grunt. Everything was starting to hurt, the aftermath catching up to her. Only now memories of the damage she had done at TVA’s facility flooded her mind. Well, as much as it was terrifying it was also impressive. 

“Okay, I’m up, where to next, your majesty?” 

She couldn’t even bite her tongue in time. The disapproving look on Cassandra's face made her reconsider talking like that. Sure it worked on Wade or Logan, but this was an Omega class Mutant, villain who didn’t bother about moral code of any kind. Wade and Logan, right… It’s been days. Now she was worried about them, they didn’t know where she ended up or what happened to her, and the worst, she left with quite hateful conversation instead of any kind of agreement. What if she never sees them again? 

“Follow. Don’t try anything, and stop that foul mouth of yours before I get it to shut forever.” 

Better to not argue. Alice just rolled her eyes before actually following after Cassandra. Watching her every move and comparing it with what she learned about her from before, from Wade and Logan telling her stories about her. She was definitely less scary or disgusting, more human but also uncanny in some way. It was hard to actually explain it. Alice also immediately stopped staring as soon as Cassandra side-eyed her. Yup, better to just watch this vast space of nothing but sand, rubble, buildings, skeletons. Gosh, such a cute place, nothing like a good Void right? Still her mind wandered towards Deadpool and Wolverine, all the time like moths towards flame. Filling up with worries and questions. Getting loud and overwhelming again. Suddenly, without a warning she felt cold fingers slip into her mind, her head getting turned to the side, to actually stare at the other woman, who was looking down on her with a stoic expression. And her mind… Her mind suddenly died down, it was peaceful and quiet. 

“You made it quiet... You... Ha... Haha.. You made it quiet.”

 She looked at Cassandra, able to ignore the fact that she was literally poking her fingers through her mind. It was quiet. Alice laughed, while tears fell from her eyes... It was quiet. For the first time in years, her mind wasn't her enemy. Her brown eyes locked on Cassandra almost like she was looking at a divine being.

“And I can continue to drag you down to earth like that, but everything comes with a price, dear. You’re a smart thing, so you probably know that already. So… Are you willing to listen?”

How could she refuse? How could she say no to peace of mind every now and then? To be able to think without spiraling down? It was like a dream come true. She stared into the blue eyes in front of her, without a moment of hesitation she opened her mouth to speak. 

“Of course…” 

She spoke, barely over a whisper. To agree without even hearing the other side of the deal was foolish and really dangerous, but on the other hand, what did she have to lose? She was in the Void. She was nothing but a pawn anyway, might as well gain something from it, if there’s such a possibility. 

“You’re going to make a good pet, I see…” 

[rat-typewriter]

hi! i hole you’re doing good! when you get the chance can you do high school aged baseball player bill de brought x fem reader who plays softball headcannons? thank you!

Notes: Girlie im so sorry this has been in my inbox for like a year,,, but better late than never right???? also im not american so i have no clue what a softball is so this is based off of ten minutes on wikipedia

BaseballPlayer!Bill Denbrough with a SoftballPlayer!S/O

alrighty,,, so first off your school only has one pitch - so Bill first sees you while getting ready for practice and your team is finishing up training

Honestly he spots you straight away - not necessarily because you're any better than the rest of the girls, but because of how you cheer your teammates on any time they make a good hit

He finds it so endearing, seeing someone so openly kind and genuinely excited for their friends

Not to mention he thinks you're probably the prettiest girl hes ever seen but whatever

But he's s u p e r awkward so wouldn't actually work up the courage to talk to you for a couple of months

BUT THEN

it's late afternoon in May; he's waiting with his team for practice and your team is finishing up again

you manage to hit the ball into the chainlink fence and it jams into one of the gaps

now,,, your team has a strict "whoever touched the ball last has to go find it" policy (which has left you digging through bushes of brambles on many occasions) so there you were, half on tip-toe and half straight up CLIMBING the fence to try and reach the stupid ball

you could hear your friends laughing across the pitch and (although you loved them to pieces) you definitely shot them a few death glares

One time you turn and stick your toungue out at them, playfully shouting for them to fuck off

and when you turn back, you nearly jump out of your skin

lo and behold on the other side of the fence is the CUTEST boy you've ever seen, reaching up and pushing the ball back through

and when he looks at you with those blue eyes

asafsghadssdhj

let's just say you don't catch the ball when he knocks it out

you stare at him and you can feel blood rushing to your face

internally you're screaming at yourself to stop gawking at him like a weirdo and SAY SOMETHING

if the fence wasn't between the two of you, the space between you would have been too small to be socially acceptable

honestly you're both so awkward you probably would have just stood there forever, but sooner or later his team would notice him with a girl

"Shit, Bill's got game!"

the entire group of boys suddenly broke out into laughs, jeers and whistles

needless to say Bill was mortified

mind you,,, your friends were no better

every time you saw him after that, they would all start giggling and nudging you like maniacs

don't get me wrong, you love your friends to pieces,,,, but you could have killed them all

you occasionally bumped into Bill a few times after that: around school, sometimes in town - but your first proper conversation was while sitting on the grass outside school

Your team was practicing, but you were in trouble with the coach for flunking a maths exam - so she was making you sit out to study for this session

you stared at you maths textbook - lets be real, not really thinking about anything - when he came over

"M-maths, huh?" he asked, craning his neck to read your notebook

"Yeah," you smiled. "Gotta say though, it's just not adding up."

why in the world did you say that

seriously

worst joke ever (not me slandering a joke i literally just wrote down smh)

But it was the first time you had managed to make him properly laugh

he grinned and your soul more-or-less left your body

you chatted for a while after that, him helping with a few questions

but mostly just messing around and laughing

it was only when your coach shouted to you that practice had ended twenty-five minutes ago that you suddenly snapped back to reality

"Oh shit," you gasped, stumbling to your feet; shoving the book into your bag. "I gotta get home"

He stood with you, helping to pick up your pens and papers

"Sorry!" he smiled sheepishly (oh god that smile) "I didn't mean to make you late."

"It's not your fault." you grinned

Suddenly you realised, didn't he have practice now? the baseball team always came on after softball ended

you asked him where his team were and his face suddenly reddened and he admitted that there was no baseball practice that day

"Oh I get it," you teased. "You came all the way out here just for me?"

he didn't reply, instead laughing and looking away

oh.

OH.

"wait, seriously?"

he swallowed and grinnef again. "m-maybe."

"Well," You paused. "We should do this again some time."

And that is how you got your first date with Bill denbrough

((You went cycling))

[gregorygerwitz]

As a queer servicemember who did serve during dadt that got out the year before it was repealed - FUCK DADT, it ruined lives and fuck the fact that it took so long for our military members to get their dishonorables changed and the fact that they left homosexuality on the new dd214s so former service members still had it follow them.

As someone who has never served myself and only has internet research and old Navy stories from my grandfather and cousin and one former coworker who was briefly in the army to go by, and every single one of them is cishet, I appreciate your input immensely. and, quieter, thank you for this, specifically, because this is exactly my point, I just don't have all the exacts to back it up like this. I've been doing my best to not rant about it and start things because it's about a fictional character it isn't that deep but also... considering how many people it affected in real life, yes it is.

I can't tell if you're yelling at me, specifically, or just using the anon function in my inbox to protect yourself from the fandom having different opinions (I get that, zero judgement whatsoever, I've been doing that a lot the last ~week just so I can have my opinion out there and avoid the backlash that comes with that and protect my sanity), but I'm going to put my own thoughts here, too, either way, because I feel like we're on the same page?

I know that using DADT seems like an easy out for speedrunning Tommy's timeline and making him younger than he would logically be to fit Lou's age (45 isn't old and 45 doesn't "look" all that different from 39 unless you're being ageist but whatever), but it's really not. There are so many complications that come with it - such as a dishonorable discharge.

Someone reblogged one of my posts earlier this week (the same person my vague post was about today, and I'll keep it vague I'm not here to call people out directly this is my blog and I'm going to put my opinion on it, no one should go harassing this person about any of it because it's fictional characters, they're allowed to have different opinions and headcanons about things), with a comment about how the LAFD (and PD? it's less relevant and I don't want to scroll back in their blog or my notifs for something minor like that) was hiring people regardless of sexuality in the 90s. Good for them! That doesn't change the dishonorable discharge tho!

Like... please correct me if I'm wrong, because again, I have no personal experience with any of this, just too much time on my hands and too many military blorbos, but when a dishonorable discharge shows up on someone's record, it doesn't necessarily say why it's there. It doesn't say if it's related to DADT or some other incident in the field or whatever it is. So yes, while the LAFD might have been hiring queer people far sooner than that, they still aren't going to look at a guy who has a (recent!) dishonorable discharge and say "yeah, we're going to put him through our training, which costs taxpayers x amount of money, and then hire him and pay him to have someone's life and death in his hands."

DADT and all the discharges that came from it completely ruined lives and made going on with any kind of career, especially something for the government even on the level of firefighting or police work, all but impossible. It's not an easy out to make Tommy the same age as Lou. It's actually completely nonsensical because he never would have been allowed to even get within 100ft of the fire academy, let alone be a senior member of a firehouse in 2009 when Hen joined the 1118.

There is a reason it's called a dishonorable discharge, and it would have completely ruined his life, no matter what the reason was for it.

(also, re: the game I play with Kit and Cass, the complaint this morning puts Tommy's age at 55 💛)

[pittdpeaches]

Hi there! Sorry if you’ve already been asked something similar to this haha-

Do you have any writing tips? Anything you wish you’d known earlier? Things you would suggest avoiding?

I’m also curious how you plan your fics if you don’t mind sharing haha

aaaaa hello hello! Apologies for not getting to this sooner, I've been in the process of going to study abroad, but I have some time to sit down and answer this properly. I'm not sure if I have things I wish I'd known or advise you to avoid, but I can share writing tips and fic processes.

Way back in like, october 2022, I made a huge google doc with like 12 different fic ideas I had. I go back to it now and again and add some ideas, or work on others. If I'm particularly inspired by something, I may even make it into a bigger doc. Usually I have an idea of what story I'd want to write and a handful of scenes seared in my head, and it's just a matter of adding scenes in between to get to the Big Stuff. A lot of the time, the story I start with shifts from there in order to justify getting to the original scenes I've planned out.

For example: Genus Datura was supposed to be a sickfic/intoxication fic where Red Son got so fucked up he started genuinely believing MK was his husband, because there was No Way this was real, he had to be dreaming, while a very real, *not* married MK tried to take care of him. The main scenes in my head were the hair washing scene and Red Son throwing up all over MK, but it was a matter of stretching it out into a bigger plot. I wasn't sure *how* Red Son would get into that state, so I did some research and found out jimsonweed is a very poisonous plant that causes hallucination and even death.

This bit of research was great because I could use an element from the actual show in the fanfic, but it also changed the story's tone. It wasn't a silly fic about Red Son spilling his affections to a very real MK-Red Son gets genuinely poisoned, and believes MK is proof of that. It also changed the reason why Red Son was working with the crimson jimsonweed-Princess Iron Fan needed him to work on it, which meant this was to some degree, Princess Iron Fan's fault.

Sometimes, it's less a matter of research changing the fic and more stream of consciousness? I didn't plan for the car scene between Red Son and MK in Genus Datura, but it just sort of poured out the more I wrote, and I went along with it.

While I do sometimes play with the idea of writing the sillier genus datura, I'm really happy with how it turned out. I enjoyed the writing process for it immensely.

I have a pretty spastic writing schedule-I'll do huge 5-8k chunks of writing over the course of a couple hours or a single day, and then just *not* write for a couple days or even a week. I wouldn't say it's the *healthiest* schedule per say, but it works for me and I'm overall pretty content with it. That being said, if you can stretch your writing out over the course of several days rather than jamming it into one, I'd recommend that more to others lmao.

So, here's some advice:

Firstly, make an outline. I'm not a big outlining person myself, I usually just have the chapter number and like, a short blurb about what I want to happen, but that alone is good enough. There's nothing worse than having a scene in your head and then completely forgetting it when you sit down to write three days later.

Take your time writing! Schedules and deadlines you create for yourself are handy if you want consistency, but life isn't consistent, and sometimes you need to be lenient with yourself. Write what you can, and if you can't some days, don't.

If you're stuck on something, genuinely go outside. Or stay inside, doing something completely different. Work on something else. The brain is fascinating-it works on things even when we don't really think about them. Give yourself some time away from your story and eventually, it'll come to you.

Play around with your ideas, even if you don't expect them. You might change something you thought was an integral aspect of the story at some point, and you might switch it out for something you'd just came up with on the spot. And that's okay. If this is where the story wants to take you, then go along for the ride.

Most importantly I think is that no matter how silly or stupid you think your writing is, someone out there will love it. Even if you don't get as many views or likes or comments as you'd hope, someone out there keeps your work close to their heart. You've worked hard on something, and you should be proud of that :D

Hope this all helped!!! It's a VERY long response, sorry about that rgurithjn.

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki - Record of Curious Tales: Katana and Samurai #8, Kofuzumi Okitomo

well, this is the last of these that I can translate. sorry it's a bit late but I had a difficult time tracking down the sword name mentioned in this. Also, I won't be doing Sannan's since I got contacted for the raws... and I won't say no to not translating though I need to figure out what I'll do next.

Anyway, I ended up not working on this sooner than I would have liked... and I think the heat's getting to me again. (┬┬﹏┬┬) fucking hate summer.

This was originally published in 電撃Girl’s Style 2016年6月,

Hakuoki - Record of Curious Tales: Katana and Samurai #8, Kofuzumi Okitomo

Translation by KumoriYami

2nd year of Keiou, 4th month——

The Shinsengumi Seventh Division Captain, Tani Sanjuro died. The cause of death seemed to be the result of a personal fight, where he was unilaterally beheaded/sliced then killed, and the identity of the perpetrator was unknown. Although Hijikata Toshizou ordered the Watch to secretly investigate, there were ultimately no results. As a result, the real cause of Tani Sanjuro's death was never made public, and he was declared to have died suddenly.

Tani Sanjurou was the eldest son of three brothers in the Tani family, and in the fall of the third year of Bunkyuu, he enlisted with the second son Mantaro and the last son, Shuuhei. The Tani brothers had originally run a swordsmanship dojo in Osaka, but the eldest son, who usually practised Jikishin-ryu [I think?] and Shinkage-ryu [新陰流], served as the Shinsengumi's spearmanship instructor. Both of them participated in the Ikedaya Incident and were awarded for their outstanding contributions.

The members of the Shinsengumi were very troubled by Tani Sanjurou's murder. There was no way that a Captain of the Shinsengumi would get killed in a private fight while drunk. Due to how this matter could not be made public, the cause of Tani's death was buried in darkness.

After the incident was resolved, the second son, Tani Mantaro, decided to leave the Shinsengumi. Although the Shinsengumi was thought of as an organization that you couldn't leave after you joining, that wasn't the case. If a member had a reason that the executives could understand, they would be allowed to leave. That was to say that Mantaro's reason for leaving was sufficient to Vice-Commander, Hijikata Toshizou.

On the night Tani Mantaro left, Harada Sanosuke was summoned by Hijikata to his room.

"So does the reason you called me here have something to to with Tani Mantaro leaving? Let me tell you, I don't know anything about why he's quitting."

As soon as he entered the room, Harada sat down with a slightly dissatisfied expression as he spoke. Seeing Harada like this, HIjikata helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

I don't have the slightest doubts about you. That guy went back to the Matsuyama Domain [松山藩] instead [in place?] of his brother."

The unexpected answer made Harada somewhat bewildered.

"…Huh. So that's how it is. I thought he quit because he couldn't stand the way Sanjuro was treated. So is Shuuhei, the youngest son, going to go too?"

"No, I heard that his return goes smoothly, then Shuuhei will be called."

"I see… In that case, why did you allow him to leave so easily? Is that really okay? Won't our internal affairs leak out?"

"…Hmm. I don't want him to intentionally speak ill of the Shinsengumi to Lord Matsuyama when he returns and cause unnecessary difficulties. Besides, we can make something about our internal situation [I think…?]

"That's true. You're as shrewd as ever when it comes to those sorts of things. So exactly what did you call me here for?"

In response to this question, Hijikata stood up and took out a long spear from teh corner of the room, and placed it in front of Harada.

"Actually, when Tani Mantaro left, he left this spear for you."

"Ah… Is this… for me?"

"Although it's nameless, it looks like a good spear. It's workmanship and quality have already been checked out, but I don't know about spears. How about it, do you want to use it?"

"In the end, doing something like one who would act as a master... Then I'll gracefully accept it."

When Harada was younger, he briefly lived in Osaka and learned how to use the spear under the guidance of Tani Mantaro. It was that reason why the Tani brothers Shinsengumi wasn't because Harada was there or they wanted to rely on him, but because that of his experience as his former master made the eldest brother, Sanjurou, quite proud/bossy.

As Hijikata gazed at Harada holding the spear in his hands, he suddenly remembered something and asked.

"…Speaking of which, your sword. Didn't it break during the Ikedaya Incident? Are you still using it?"

"Yeah, though it looks like it'll still be usable if I sharpen/polish it. I mainly use the spear so that sword's enough for me."

"With your salary, you should be able to buy a better sword, right? If you don't have enough, I can lend you some. Sword are used to protect lives so even if they're a bit expensive, you need to have a good sword."

"While I appreciate you saying that..."

"What, do you have feelings for that sword?"

Harada didn't respond and instead let his eyes wander to look into the distance.

Kofuzumi Okitomo. [江府住興友]

It was a sword wielded by a man who was like a brother that he knew from Osaka. That person gave up the pursuit of his dreams with Harada to start a family with a woman. He said that he wouldn't fight anymore for his woman's sake ever again and he removed his katana from his waist and gave it to Harada.

It was said that Harada, who left by himself, decided to go to Edo after reading the inscription on the sword which said "Kofu".

"…Yeah, sort of. I received this sword from a very important guy."

As Harada spoke with a smile and Hijikata did not ask any further.

---end---

I had spent more than 30 minutes trying to find the name of Harda's sword. I couldn't tell what the raw said (I am extremely bad with stylized writing) so what I thought was the 3rd character was wrong and that kept getting me Chinese results which are not helpful when looking up Japanese names. Eventually, I just tried looking up 新選組 の愛刀 to get the names of them... which eventually got me 江府住興友 though finding something in English took a while since all the google translations of the name didn't get me results so I had to keep spelling the romancized text in different ways... then gave up and just tried Harada and Kofu a few times before pulling up the name.

references used (not in order):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinkage-ry%C5%AB

https://samurai-archives.com/wiki/Harada_Sanosuke

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashima_Shinden_Jikishinkage-ryū

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iyo-Matsuyama_Domain

https://shinsengumi.net/index.php/welcome-to-shinsengumi-no-makoto/tani-sanjuro/

http://www.toshizo.com/nozoku/skatana2.html

got a headache will deal with other stuff later.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

and I'm Always Saying This: let's think about how confident we can be that what's on the verge of happening in the comic is the savoys easily catching up to mordecai trying to scoot along a guy like thrice his size in a squeaky desk chair through a derelict brewery, serafine will noscope gracie, and mordecai will have to agree to Stay Friends With The Savoys Whatever Happens if for the practical purposes alone (as he presumably did when enduring rather than physically fighting his way out of, oh you know, serafine putting a hand-width sigil on his chest with a knife amidst the congregation Zulie Is There like hands together against my nose and mouth Deep Inhale. absolutely beyond belief. happy pride) when otherwise he'd at best be left with the savoys having something to hold over his head without any especial incentive to cash it in on any particular thing, so rather may as well let them use the leverage to press the Affiliation on him, when evidently in offering it in the first place, the savoys aren't that invested in staying affiliated with marigold forever, nor even really anticipating being thus indefinitely. plus, yknow, maybe if mordecai, for the strategic interests of it all, offered up the info that he's trying to figure out what's going on around here re: marigold, because the savoys might like to know too rather than everyone being jerked around & kept in the dark while they're here, mysteries re: atlas / anticipations of breaking ties or forming other connections or no, such that they're at all willing to help / be in on it

it also just seems Probably Helpful more generally for mordecai to have allies based on recognizing a kindred spirit of Trying To Survive, Brought Here By Nearly Dying existing in the (ferocious little, gay little) shadow(s) and this rather than emphasis on mordecai ending up isolated thanks to people finding him impersonable not even simply b/c of his efficient gunman job aaa eek but just his personality (autistic character alert) like that matter of why mordecai ends up with that brush with death initially like, was he cooking the books? seems completely plausible, in that: he'd be able to do so successfully for any amount of time, and escaping tenement conditions is time-sensitive (as in the sooner the better for like morale but even more general wellbeing), and random bookie probably doesn't pay as well as doing that And being a gunman And ferocious little shadow, even if it pays better than things like, i dunno, see: newsies. other possible child labor '20s moments that are more "legal" haha lmao & furthermore lol. wow yeah apparently the higher competition for jobs during the depression shifted things so that now there was that incentive to regulate child labor to now prioritize adults, Lol Lmao, additionally, whatmakesyouhaha.mp3 like christ. one does imagine the employment opportunities for an immigrated jewish child in a tenement are a heartwarming inspirational bootstrapping tale for the ages waiting to happen for all, way to fuck that one up mordecai. same as we see the charity(tm) bestowed upon the young savoys & the authoritarian violence of its cishet agenda to be a real opportunity they fumbled! smh! which, just as they say, We Are The Same Kind. happy pride, again (savoys are Not of the cishet agenda in any way shape or form. neither is mordecai)

so that is to say. potentially Great to indeed have a steadfast alliance that is based directly on "i recognize we're kindred spirits who are trying to survive on this bitch of an earth" rather than that anyone finds mordecai personally likable & charming, since how much they care if he lives or dies again sure is more weighted on "oh well You Know how people hate his general personality" than on what he actually does, see: already i'm like [my god the Autistic Character Alert] that "gee mordecai you're really good at killing people before they can kill you" factor is what makes people interact with him Positively at all, doesn't particularly factor into [wow you're so hated], bobby framing it as like "oh i don't even have to theorize or confirm that mordecai crossed anyone by cooking the books. i'm sure any & everyone was raring to kill him because he's so annoying & weird & it inspires seemingly completely speculative rumors of disability to explain the nature of his just day-to-day existence" and that speaking of speculation it's entirely plausible someone else might've been skimming funds from [whoever / whatever mordecai worked for] & mordecai was just an easy scapegoat to settle that (this hypothetical responsible party could just stop / change course after that lol)

like absolutely No Exaggeration Required that truly like mordecai is as endangered by "yeah people dislike him in interpersonal interactions & find him weird, grating, rude, surely just too full of himself, and so on. hmm" as by the danger of lethally dangerous jobs & like oh no now viktor lives for revenge e.g. (which we probably would've heard about by now if he did. even if he's also probably not thrilled mordecai kneecapped him. just another classic no emotions zone fellas type of moment. it's kind of funny how much i Don't often think about the mordecai & viktor history & dynamic but i do appreciate them lmao. no characters / dynamics that Can't be appreciated around here, like goddamn) and like, especially because This Is A Narrative lmfao like now we Know it's not required like hay's code style "well this must end with everyone being arrested, because of the crimes" or similarly that we should weigh & rank those breaking Laws or God's Laws (abelard arbogast time) and decide on a threshold for Whom Must Die about it. kicking my legs thinking of these irl Certified Lawbreakers and like the right hand man of years who kept living w/this lady after they retired from the business & doing poetry, all the interesting stories of (and still very recent) history....But it is like. :/ wuh oh, autistic guy everyone hates. oh lord and he's [Romance Armor]-proof. :/// plot armor For Now but most everyone's got that (except how i think gracie's a page away from being shot on sight by serafine, as mentioned). Staying Friends No Matter What Happens With The Savoys and their triumvirate being able to break away from marigold and anyone else too and keep offering collaboration on Survival to each other? that's great i think that's great i think mordecai could use that Something, Anything to help him out on that front. And i think they're a lot of fun as that trio, though i have to presume that unfortunately once again the savoys probably must personally dislike mordecai (who has certainly had actual extra hostility towards them lmfao and they've also apparently only been interacting for like, a handful of days at most? which also still only contributes to the joys of the savoys agreeing "well been mulling him over & damn if we aren't the same kind!!!" like well i respect the hell out of that lol. and of course i like the savoys on their own, as a duo & individually) and their interest in messing with him to get a reaction probably still starts & ends with Like A Chew Toy dynamics there (extrapolation based in Boy Is There An [Autistic Character] Moment Here (Ongoing Of Course)) but. one can dream of "path to Genuine Familiarity via both this active interest & in shaking this range of reactions from him." but again, that's where "regardless, they recognize being The Same Kind & want to forge a transcendent affiliation based on That" comes in.

and i appreciate the drama of it all. let's think again of Missing Scene scarification like. bracing inhale

[queenburd]

hmm i am also thinkin abt the curator line “they need each other” …. something something, can a narrator survive without his stanley? just like a human can’t survive without food/water.. quotes in the skip button ending:

“One single thing I need -…- is to know that someone else is taking it in.”

“When you press that button,… the emptiness folds itself outward in between the two of us, and I am suspended in its unyielding quietness. I can feel the edges of my reality curdling inward and decaying. I can tell that I am becoming less and less real.”

so in the same way.. i assume that all of those narrators banding together would provide some kind of support, but. they’re all so busy trying to be heard, they don’t actually listen to each other. it’s just a big game of giving water to the man starved of food. each others’ company is enough to sustain, but it won’t be for forever.

which is why they go after stan’s narrator; they’re not 100% certain what he’s been doing, but surely he’s hoarding all of these stanleys to himself, right? why would he not hold onto them? where is he hiding them?

but there are some narrators too, that read the room and say “what the hell. the only people here selfish enough to hoard stanleys are the ones suggesting this.” and they form their own coalition which isn’t an echo chamber. they all spent their parables making assumptions on themselves and on their stanleys. this was cruel, yes, and basically a death sentence, but they recognize the self-loathing faster than a counselor in the foster care system. and some of them are still in denial about how they treated their stanleys. but they all recognize that We Need To Hear This Guy Out.

and obviously there’s a lot of infighting from both groups. it’s a high-stress situation, who wouldn’t be stressed out by the end of their life suddenly being a thing that is real and also is approaching rapidly. and there are plenty that just give up and let themselves melt away out of guilt or hopelessness.

so the hate group finally gets this guy. and he gives 0 fucks about them. which is frustrating since they did their best to strip him of his power, but he’s been heard by so many stanleys and they haven’t, so they’re still substantially weaker than him.

the sensible group of narrators aren’t able to even get a look at him. and so they’re busy scheming, but less than the hate group. so when the stanleys come to save the narrator, they notice sooner and they make a break for it. “there’s a lot to discuss, but first we want to help save your narrator.” “there isn’t much time before the others notice.” “we’re trying to hide your presence as long as possible.” “do what you do best—tune them out when they want you to listen.” “yes and that punch was deserved. i deserved that.”

the stanleys are suspicious. who are these fuckers with feelings and what have you done to our original narrators lol???? but they’re willing to go with it. how else would they have escaped their parables without trusting an unexpected offer for help?

you said you didn’t have a lot of thoughts but luckily i did ❤️ i might write smth about this au or the original au. still deciding. but my drafts folder is still overflowing so i probably won’t start until there’s a little more stanley stuff fleshed out. ok it’s my bedtime

THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO SEE THIS. I HAVE LITTLE TO ADD TO THIS GEM other than I have genuinely begun to wonder if any of the narrators, having seen this fellow, who theyve been trying to BREAK, just refusing to be broken, begin to.... wonder.

because again, and again, he just keeps telling them "you didn't take care of him. he only had you and you only had him and YOU DIDNT TAKE CARE OF HIM." and he's relentless.

"I dont get to be with my Stanley either, but god, at least in the time I had him I appreciated him. Our story was supposed to be about him finding happiness, and you all forgot that."

I absolutely can see some of them, who werent the cruel ones but were more invested in their story and in their art, starting to wonder "....was he right? did I forget why this was so important? did I--"

YOU HAVE SOMETHING HERE.

[another-dr-another]

we should probably investigate the body. :(

Maeda, narrating - …Actually, why does the Monofile exist?

Maeda - Like… is Monokuma rooting for us, not the blackened? Wouldn’t it be the most fair to avoid giving anyone any resources-

Maeda - Oh- maybe it’s because Monokuma keeps working with the blackened.

Maeda - …Weird fucking bear-

~*~

Tomori - …Maeda, you said you looked at Iranami’s file, right?

Maeda - Mhm?

Tomori - …Was it actually hard to see what had killed her? The cause of death threw me off some…

Maeda - Oh, we theorized about that-

Maeda - Remember Kurokawa and Mekaru’s files? For Kurokawa it was… what, blood loss? But for Mekaru, her cause of death was asphyxiation,

Maeda - Because, even though she’d been stabbed like crazy, what killed her was an inability to breathe- brought on by the stabbing, but still.

Maeda - So, Maki and I think that it’s because whatever precise, microscopic thing killed Iranami, it was too much of an internal thing for it to be obvious.

Maeda - The cause of death is unspecified, not because it’s impossible to tell what the blackened did to her, but because it’s impossible for us to identify… 

Maeda - I don’t know, “neuro-osteoporosis” as the exact thing that dealt the last bit of damage.

Tomori - Ah…

Maeda - …Ready to investigate?

Tomori - …

Maeda - She looks… bad.

Tomori, weakly - Mhm!

Maeda - …If you just-

Maeda - Just- look at my hands! Don’t look at Higa… just watch what I do…

Maeda - Make sure I don’t wipe away any dying message, or remove any suspiciously-Maeda-shaped marks near Higa.

Maeda - Okay?

Tomori - …Yeah, okay.

Maeda - Alright- 

Maeda - It’s crazy how people can step up when they’re needed-

Maeda - Adaptability! That’s what it’s called. I was just thinking about it on the scale of like… sticking up for other people, not touching your classmate’s dead body, but…

Maeda - This is probably more in-line with its evolutionary value.

Maeda - …I don’t think I can mentally procrastinate much longer without Tomori getting freaked out.

//Maeda kneels on the mattress Tsurugi and Uehara slept on. Already he can see Higa’s face… but he tries to block it out as he focuses on the blankets that cover him.

Maeda - Okay… let’s just- pinch, so we can try to avoid any real contact…

Maeda - …

Maeda - Fuck it, I have to commit to contact sooner or later-

//Maeda grabs the hems of the blankets, by Higa’s head, and yanks them back.

Tomori - …Oh, god-

//…There isn’t a drop of blood to be seen.

Maeda - …Uh-

Maeda - …Uhhh… Tomori, do you- do you see any injuries?

Maeda - Wait, you said you weren’t looking-

Tomori - I’m not seeing anything.

Maeda - …Yeah, okay. Cool.

//Maeda tries to take in all of Higa’s appearance. His eyes are shut, with his face seeming a bit crinkled- as though scrunched in disgust, an expression Maeda’s used to seeing on Higa. Both of his hands are resting near his face, specifically, up by his ears. On both, his palms are turned to face out, and his fingers seem to have curled slightly inwards. He’s facing slightly to the right, but his neck is still mostly straight. Maeda can’t see any injuries visible on Higa’s body. 

Maeda - Iranami was… covered in blood… what the hell?!

Tomori - …Does his skin look right to you?

Maeda - Uh-

//Higa’s skin does appear discolored- but, to Maeda, it doesn’t seem much different than the others that have died.

Maeda - You said you hadn’t really looked at the other bodys’, right?

Tomori - Yeah… but Higa and Kurokawa had fairly similar skin tones, didn’t they? Doesn’t his skin look different to hers?

Maeda - Well…

//Maeda tries to look for details- looking for anything that seems unusual, going more off of what Iranami looked like than anything else.

Maeda - I mean- well, look at his neck…

Maeda - Those pink spots there- they kinda look like rug burn, or a rash? I didn’t see anything like that on Iranami…

Tomori - Mhm…

Maeda - I mean, I guess those could be important…

//Maeda shifts, trying to see if a different angle will reveal anything else.

Maeda - Oh!

Maeda - …Tomori, you’re the guard… could I move Higa’s arm to get a look at the back of it?

Tomori - Yeah… go ahead.

//Maeda hesitates, for half a second- before grabbing Higa’s left arm by the wrist, and attempting to lift it up.

Maeda - !

//He’s unsuccessful.

Maeda - …Oh, rigor mortis- that’s what it’s called when the body won't move, right?

Maeda - I wonder how long he's been dead for... I didn't try to move Iranami- not past her hair, which... doesn't have muscles.

Maeda - Maybe their times of death will be important-

Maeda - Not that I know how to work that out.

Tomori - Wait, that’s right… what were you trying to look at?

Maeda - It’s… does the back of his arm seem a bit discolored to you?

//Tomori shifts over as Maeda tries once again to lift Higa’s arm- he swears that the skin back there seems purple in tint.

Tomori - Yeah, I definitely see that. How weird…

Maeda - Guess it was a solid observation- good work, Tomori!

Maeda - I think the weird coloring happened on both arms… and the back of his neck too, it seems.

Maeda - Do you think it’s bruising?

Tomori - It could be- but, would we have heard a thump last night, if he fell back hard enough to bruise?

Maeda - I don’t know… I keep thinking it’s weird that no one heard anything.

Maeda - …

Maeda - But, anyways… there has to be something more to the case than just those odd spots- a bruise isn’t enough to kill anyone.

Tomori - Yeah…

Tomori - Think now is a good time to check the file?

Maeda - Yeah, probably.

//Maeda grabs his handbook, and opens the second Monofile.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Oh- god fucking damnit!

Tomori - ?!

//Tomori had to go get her own handbook, and isn’t looking at the file yet.

Maeda - It’s-

Monokuma File #03-2

Victim: Higa Mitsuhiro

Location:  Dormitory - Kinjo

Cause of Death: Unclear

Time of Discovery:  7:33 AM

State of Body: Found on the floor next to Kinjo’s bed frame. Laying flat on his back, arms up and bent, with his hands in line with his face.

Maeda - Higa’s cause of death is unclear, too! 

Tomori - …Oh, shit- 

Maeda - Fuck! 

Maeda - Ugh- I don’t know why, but I thought there’d be a cause of death for Higa.

Tomori - I mean- let’s try and theorize! 

Tomori - When it comes to causes of death that don’t leave any marks… 

Tomori - I mean, all I think of is strangulation?

Maeda - Yeah… but, wouldn’t that leave bruises on his neck?

Tomori - Maybe the culprit didn’t press hard enough to leave a bruise…

Maeda - God…

Maeda - Maybe they used something other than their hands to kill him?

Tomori - Hm…

Maeda - …

Tomori - Hey, do you think it’s possible they used a pillow? 

Maeda - Oh! Yeah, that totally could’ve been it!

//Maeda tries to find a pillow that could’ve been used. 

Maeda - I doubt the blackened would’ve used the pillow Higa was sleeping on…

Maeda - …Would they have used one of their own? If I check Uehara’s pillow, could I find the blackened, just like that?

Maeda - Wait- what am I even looking for? What would a pillow used for suffocation look like?

Maeda - I guess I could just start looking at everyone’s pillow, see if there’s anything weird about any of them-

Tomori - Maeda!

Maeda - ?

Tomori - Could you grab the pillow by Tsurugi’s bed frame?

Maeda - …The pillow by- oh!

//There’s a pillow resting on the slats of the bed frame.

Maeda - Let’s see…

//Maeda tries to reach for it without getting too close to Higa, and just manages to pull it within reach.

Maeda - Completely looked over this…

//Maeda flips the pillow over a few times, casually scanning it-

Maeda - …Oh, fuck-

//-And sure enough, he finds drops of blood staining it.

Tomori - …?

Maeda - Blood.

//He turns the pillow to show Tomori.

Tomori - …But, Higa didn’t bleed?

Maeda - Maybe he managed to scratch the blackened! If we just ask everyone to show us their forearms, we could end up finding our killer!

Tomori - …

Tomori - I don’t think that makes sense- for the blood to be from Higa scratching the culprit. 

Tomori - If that were the case, wouldn’t there be blood on the blankets- or at the edges of the pillow case? 

Tomori - Think about it- if the culprit was holding the pillow over his head, then wouldn’t their hands have been on either side of the pillow?

Tomori - The blood stains are too close to the center of the pillow… you can’t hold a pillow over someone’s head with your hands in the direct center.

Maeda - I mean…

Maeda - What could the blood be from, then?

Tomori - Maybe it’s just an odd coincidence… but either way, I don’t think we could use marks on people’s arms to narrow down the suspect pool.

Tomori - …I mean, I’ve got some bruises on my arms, and Tsurugi’s always getting new scuff marks-

Tomori - Don’t you have some bruises too, Maeda?

Maeda - …Eh?

Tomori - Sorry- I could’ve sworn I saw some on your arms yesterday night.

Maeda - …

//Maeda rolls up his sleeves-

Maeda - Oh- what the hell.

//Tomori’s correct. Maeda can count three distinct bruises on his forearms, combining the count. They don’t get worse than a yellow-brown color… but still- Maeda didn’t know they were there.

Tomori - …See?

Maeda - …

Tomori - Did… did you not know they were there?

Maeda - …

Tomori - It isn’t uncommon to get bruised without realizing it- especially such light little bruises! If you don’t have a tendency to bruise easily, maybe it’s a nutrient deficiency, since we’re trapped here.

Maeda - …

Tomori - …

Tomori - Uh…

Maeda - …

Maeda - When the hell did I get bruised?

Maeda - What? What?? Literally- fucking when could I have gotten bruised! Nothing touches my arms! What?

Kobashikawa - …Was Higa suffocated?

Maeda - Jesuschrist- when did Kobashikawa get here?

Tomori - That’s what we’re thinking, yeah. 

Tomori - There’s this weird blood stain on a pillow we found on Tsurugi’s bed frame, but it doesn’t really line up with any of our theories-

Tomori - Maeda thought Higa could’ve managed to scratch his attacker, but I don’t think the trail of blood is in line with that idea.

Kobashikawa - Hm.

Kobashikawa - …

Tomori - Any guesses?

Kobashikawa - …No.

//Kobashikawa continues to look at Higa’s body for a moment… before turning, and walking back to where he’d been sitting.

Maeda - …

Tomori - …Talk about a dead end. 

Maeda - …When did you say you saw the- the bruises, again?

Tomori - Oh- yesterday, in the rec room-

Tomori - Well, two days ago, I guess.

Maeda - …

~*~

Maeda - I don’t… like that.

Maeda - …Weird bruising aside though… is that all we have for evidence on what killed Higa?

Maeda - I mean… if he was strangled, then there wouldn’t be a lot of evidence that’d leave behind. It could explain the marks by his neck, but not what was on the back of his arms and neck-

Maeda - And it still leaves us without an explanation for the blood-

Maeda - Or, I don’t know- a suspect! Also doesn’t give us one of those!

Maeda - …Stupid file giving us literally no help.

Maeda looks around the room, trying to work out what he should investigate. {Kobashikawa} is bundling up using his blankets, while {Tomori} tries to get comfortable, despite the fact she’s leaning against hard shelves. Finally… Maeda can barely see the blankets covering {Higa’s body}, still untouched.

~*~

New Truth Bullet: Monokuma File #03-2

New Truth Bullet: Higa’s Body

New Truth Bullet: Bloodied Pillow

[kissmejusttokiss]

Adventures from the Angst Channel (1/?) Warnings for: character death, murder, ghosts, no comfort, no happy endings, literally this got us put in angst jail Formatting context: this is pretty much copied straight from the original Discord thread. My partner in crime for this one is @grandmastattoo.

I was just thinking about that episode of Doctor Who where 11 meets the first version of Clara on the Dalek ship and they keep talking over the radio. So, what if Eddie keeps using all these different things to talk to the group from the Upside Down (briefly possessing radios and TVs) because ‘Hello! I’m alive can someone come get me!’’ and everyone is fucking elated because this means no one actually died in the final battle. Eddie is alive and everything is going to be OK! So, they set up a plan to rescue Eddie from the Upside Down before Vecna realizes that he’s alive, by using all this info that Eddie has learned while being down there. Flash forward however long and they’re down in the Upside Down with a walkie-talkie Eddie is using to guide them. Except it’s already too late. He’s already been turned into a monster by Vecna. Eddie they’re talking to is just the tiny slither that’s left behind.

(This also makes me think of silence in the library where they have an echo of what they can say after they're gone.)

Eddie tries to guide them back to rescue him because he doesn't know he's already dead, all that's left is his body, and when they find it he's still talking through the walkie about what he's going to do when he gets out…

(Oh No… because “who turned out the lights” hits fucking hard when you HC him as being scared of the dark.)

'Where are you guys? I'm right here, can't you see me? Can't you see me?'

Steve volunteers [to tell him that he has died] because he feels like he has to. Like this is his role. He sends the others away and sits beside Eddie's body with the walkie-talkie. Eddie hasn't stopped excitedly chatting away and they've been talking so much, just the two of them, and Steve knows him better since he's been gone than he ever did before. Steve interrupts Eddie and says he's got something to tell him but he lets out a sob, and Eddie goes quiet, and after a long moment the walkie crackles again and Eddie quietly says 'It’s too late, isn't it?'

After that gets stuck in a loop and keeps talking to them asking them to come get him, then remembering he's dead and berating them for not coming sooner…

The more loops that happen, the more Eddie loses his grip on what’s real and what’s not and, even, who he is. When the party doesn’t come for him, he assumes it’s because they’ve finally realized that he’s a freak and are abandoning him, so he goes to the one person who has never let him down… cue Wayne’s radio drifting from static to Eddie begging his uncle to come and save him.

The party is doing everything they can to try and put him to rest, so when things are quiet for a couple of days they think maybe he's gone. That is until a haunted-looking Wayne shows up on Dustin’s doorstop and says 'you said you were with him. You said he died. So why's my boy still out there?'

(No because it’s one thing for Eddie to tell them that it’s all their fault that he died but for Wayne to say it…)

Eddie keeps insisting that he’s alive and that they’re lying and that they just want to get rid of him (the very reason that Steve stopped letting Dustin listen to the walkie-talkie) so they have to take Wayne to the body to prove that he’s actually gone.

So they go back to where they buried Eddie (because yes they buried him and are now having to dig him up) but Eddie is sitting there covered in dirt, gaunt and bloody. He’s clawed his way out of his makeshift grave and Wayne just loses his shit. He’s brought his gun and just starts threatening the gang against ever coming near his boy again while trying to usher Eddie out of the upside down. The gang is just numb. He was dead! They checked! He was gone! (Dustin won’t stop sobbing because, “Jesus we buried him alive, wtf”) but they must have been wrong because the radio stops playing and Eddie is clearly not dead.

Except that night the radio starts up again and Eddie’s voice is hoarse as if he’s been screaming for hours, because “thats not me.”

(bit cheesy but hey wouldn’t it be fun if the gang have to kill “Eddie” after trying so hard to get him back…)

(Excellent because also imagine Wayne trying to stop them killing 'Eddie')

Wayne promised Eddie’s mom that he’d protect the kid with his life and he’s not going to fail at that twice!

Now imagine ‘Eddie’ killing Wayne and as he dies he hears the real Eddie on the radio begging him not to go

(The look of betrayal in Wayne's eyes while the real Eddie screams)

But Wayne’s final words are forgiveness because he knows his boy and knows that this isn’t him. And, anyway, if he was going to die for anyone it might as well be for Eddie. Maybe then his boy won’t be alone in whatever ghostly loop he’s stuck in.

BUT WAYNE DOESN’T JOIN HIM.

And Eddie's ghost really goes off the deep end after that…

Plus they still have to deal with Monster!Eddie

Dustin definitely gets maimed a lil

Eddie can’t seem to stop hurting him, first by dying and then by coming back.

(I think this would also be the time for Steve to have his big overdue break down, not sure how to work it in but I think him freezing up as ‘Eddie’ hurts Dustin would be 😘👌)

In his mind, he has been a failure since he failed to save Eddie and Max the first time around. This just confirms what he’s been dreading.

The other kids get Dustin out and that's just another layer to Steve’s failure, that they have to keep fighting when he's right there and failing to protect them when it matters

And the others make it out of the way but Steve is still frozen in place as 'Eddie' advances, ghost Eddie pleading with him over the radio to move

(Eddie’s whole thing about feeling cowardly for running away from danger and here he is, watching Steve frozen still, and he finally realizes how fucking wrong he was for that)

Truly cursed idea: ‘Eddie’ advances on Steve, pinning him to the ground and slicing into him, and Eddie is so ducking desperate to save Steve from his possessed body that he finds what little strength there is to jump back into his body, he finally regains control just in time to see Nancy aim the shotgun in his direction

Ok, what if Eddie gains control just in time to stop the killing blow but Steve is already too far gone to survive? He gets a glimpse of Eddie’s warm eyes and hears the broken sob of “sorry” before Nancy fires the gun. Steve tries to get Eddie to hold on even though Steve himself is barely alive. When Eddie finally dies, his last words are an apology for everything, the radio starts up again and Eddie is just wailing because this has to be hell. Dying and completely broken, Steve pulls his blood-soaked body into the upside down so that Eddie won’t have to be alone in hell

(What if Steve dies in the normal Hawkins and becomes a ghost but it’s a different plane from the upside down so they’re separated forever both going mad loop after loop)

(Only able to be together at gates where the barrier is thinnest but eleven has to close all the gates and their voices get increasingly frantic over the radios as there are fewer and fewer places they can find each other)

(Ngl, I fully was thinking of that NASA robot that sang happy birthday to itself every year)

(omg, I didn’t even consider Eddie being left with no way of speaking to anyone once all the gates are closed. Just the unending expanse of the upside down and his desperate voice though an abandoned walkie-talkie, getting quieter and quieter as the batteries start to die)

(just like how long d’you think it’d take Eddie to completely unravel by himself in the upside down? like once he realizes that he’s alone. First, it’d be time, I think, it’d all mush together and maybe it’s been a week since he died or maybe it’s been a year. then maybe the stuff he doesn’t care about. but then he starts to forget song lyrics and d&d lore and then it’s his friend’s names and what they looked like and the sound of their voices, until he’s gotten to a point where knows that he’s waiting for someone but he can’t work out who… he’s not even sure who he is anymore either)

(just another creature roaming the upside down)

(but also him singing happy birthday to himself because it’s very sad, it’s the first birthday he’s ever spent without Wayne…)

(and is it really even his birthday? which season even was it? how do seasons even work in the UD when its frozen in time? just how long has it been???)

Steve haunts our world but thinks he's in the UD so he's always calling for Eddie but Eddie never replies

(What if Eddie sometimes forgets that he’s dead and he has to remind himself that not only is that the case but he’s also alone)

OK, so Eleven closed all the gates right and Steve has been haunting Hawkins since then, what if Dustin finally cracks and begs her to open up a rift big enough for them to reunite and she fucking does it because Eleven would do anything for her family, but when Steve finally stumbles into the upside down he finds an Eddie that doesn’t even know who he is…

“Eddie! I’m here! I did it, I’m finally here!” “Eddie?”