#lurking Lyra

[creepywrites]

Nationalities

Jeff the Killer- Swedish, Italian, Västergötland

Liu- Swedish, Chinese, Västergötland

Ben- American, Alaska

Sally Dawn- Canadian, Ontario

Sam Williams- Canadian, American, Ontario

Milo the Electrocuted- Italian, Lombardy

Lulu- Vietnamese, Vĩnh Phúc

Clockwork- French, Normandy

Zero- British, American, New Jersey

Jane the killer- American, California

Jane Arkensaw- British, Lincolnshire

Vailly Evans- Chilean, Los Lagos

Nathan the nobody- Filipino, British, Berkshire

Crystal- Filipino, British, Berkshire

Eyeless Jack- Uganda, Kampala

Kate the chaser- Australian, Perth

Rouge- Canadian, Alberta

Wilson the basher- welsh, Conwy

X-virus- American, New Jersey

Lazari- Ukrainian, Kharkiv Oblast

Kaidy- French, Corsica

Stripes- American, Alabama

Senora- Spanish, Girona

Nina the killer- Mexican, American, Louisiana

Puppeteer- American, Mexican, California

Zachary- American, Colorado

Rosemary- American, Maine

Emra- Italian, American, sicilia

Bloody painter- Japanese, Chinese, Guangdong

Suicide Sadie- British, London

Judge angel- Chinese, Filipino, Guangdong

Nurse Ann- Taiwanese, taipei

Randy- Spanish, Álava

Sully- Indian, Tamil Nadu

Keith- Australian, Queensland

Troy- American, Louisiana

Dollmaker- Russian, Moscow

Svetlana- Russian, Siberia

Vicky genocidal- Canadian, Ontario

Hannah the killer- German, American, East Berlin

Lily Kennett- Ireland, Connacht

Hung iris- American, Illinois

Lifeless Lucy- British, Yorkshire

Legless Eliza- Portuguese, Évora

Mucky Child- American, Colorado

Lacy Morgan- British, American, Arizona

Asylum Nancy- American, Maine

Chris the revenant- German, American, Hessen

Monday child- Ukrainian, poltava

Laughing Jill- British, London

Laughing Jack- British, London

Toby- German, Bavaria

Lurking Lyra- German, Bavaria

Killing Kate- Costa Rican, Alajuela

Lost Silver- Japanese, Hokkaido

Cata the Killer- Polish, Lodz

Rotten Abigail- American, North Carolina

The Hare- American, Arizona

The Doll- Mexican, Hidalgo

Raven- French, Île-de

Anna schurks- Romanian, Bucharest

Weeping forest- Puerto Rico, Adjuntas

Nightmare Ally- German, East Berlin

Red Death- German, Greek, Saxony

Gas mask maid- El Salvador, Cuscatlan

Tim- American, Georgia

Jessica- American, polish, Arizona

Taylor- Native American, Maine

Ellie- Japanese, Canadian, Chubu

Labrador- Romanian, Arad

Moth boy- American, Louisiana

Starved angel- Irish, American, Texas

Sketcher- Indonesian, Russian, Ural

Sarah Erickson- Chinese, Canadian, Nova Scotia

Hannya- Japanese, Tokyo

Rosie- British. Coventry

Hunter the proxy- American, Texas

Doctor Irina- British, Devon

Deborah- American, California

Lucy the cannibal- American, Ohio

Andie Rosslyn- American, Iowa

[shokujin-art]

Getting on FFXIV after more than one year of hiatus to discover that... My character is like a an alternate universe of Lyra. Catgirl Lyra being a thing now 😂

[kanekoii]

How do you think Luxiem and Noctyx would react to collabing with the Reader who is a popular indie vtuber and their kamaoshi?

lyra’s notes -> methinks…you should read and find out

pairings -> luxiem, noctyx x gn! indie vtuber! kamioshi! reader

!! since this is intended to be romantic sorta, reader is male in uki’s part !!

genre -> scenario

song -> don’t wake me up - jonas blue & why don’t we

warnings -> they all have a crush on u, food in mysta’s part, joking mention of death in fuglur’s

VOX AKUMA ->

he’s going full adorable fanboy about it, screaming with joy when you agree to collab with him and freaking out over it on his twitter- i mean x. xitter. he will be so stoked about the opportunity to talk to you in person when he usually just lurks in your chat. he’ll take the opportunity to flirt with you and try to show off a little bit, only to fail miserably and be met with a laugh. yet he still made you laugh, so mission accomplished. he was so excited to collaborate with you and make you laugh, and he’s sure to ask to collab in the future.

IKE EVELAND ->

compliments. so many compliments. he’ll straight up tell you how excited he is to work with you and how you’re his kamioshi. ike will be sure to tell you how adorable he thinks you are and just how much he genuinely admires you. he is so absolutely smitten that poor boy can barely handle talking to you without blushing or getting flustered. the more times you collaborate, the more used to it he’ll become and the more he’ll start to hint at his crush on you.

LUCA KANESHIRO ->

he didn’t even believe you’d ask. you’re his literal kamioshi and you asked to collaborate with HIM of all people? he’s absolutely grateful for the opportunity to work with you and be able to talk to you more than just occasional comments in your chat when he’s not streaming. it was an off-collab too, so you’d be seeing him in person to see if he was just as pretty off camera as he was on. someone (me) akasupa’d and asked to give opinions on each other and the revelation that you loved his content just as much as or even more than he loved yours had his heart soaring.

SHU YAMINO ->

he would get SO flustered and nervous before you hop on call together to play the horror game he had chosen. it would likely lead to poor boy getting more scared than usual just because he’s nervous to be talking to someone he admires that much for the first time. he would most definitely try to flex his math skills too as some weird way of trying to gain your attention. every time he makes you even smile with his silly comments, his heart will soar out of pure pride.

MYSTA RIAS ->

he’s keeping it cool. or at the very least, he’s trying to. he knows his personality type doesn’t appeal to everyone and he’s so happy when he finds that you actually enjoy his loud yet introverted personality and his weird antics. the stream you did together was you teaching him how to cook without poisoning everyone. please teach him how to wash rice properly and how to cook it without the starch water. please i’m begging teach him how to cook and he will be so happy, bragging to chat that he learned this recipe from you.

FULGUR OVID ->

hooligan wants to play co-op rage games with you just to see you mald and absolutely lose it. hear me out, what if he invites you to a crab game or among us collab and introduces you to everyone and he gets teased for teaming with you and trying to essentially carry you. instead of die for nari it’s die for you. he will see to it personally that you win every game you play together just as a little chance to impress you and get you to smile. that would make him SO happy.

SONNY BRISKO ->

cutie will be so taken aback to see you in his chats sometimes, so a collaboration would be more than heaven to him. he looks up to you and your content so much that he’s sure he’s dreaming when he has a full conversation with you on stream. your collective chats ship it SO much. imagine all the ship edits when you do a stream together in person as an off-collab.

UKI VIOLETA ->

(male reader for this one) he would definitely do a baking stream! much like the ones he’s done with his fellow nijisanji en members, he gives vague instructions and you try to figure it out from there. while uki is muted, his viewers would be subject to comments about oh my god he’s adorable he’s trying so hard to make me happy. ugh boy is down bad and let’s just say there will be so many more streams like that in the near future <3

ALBAN KNOX ->

he’s SO insanely shy and nervous it’s adorable. though, as the stream with you goes on, he becomes less nervous and goes back to his normal silly self. if he needs to, he’ll break out the mickey voice to make you laugh but that’s a last resort. his personality compliments yours in such a way that it’s just so enjoyable to watch, and he’s such a comforting person to be around as well.

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH L

MASCULINE︰ lachlan. laird. lake. lamar. lambert. lamont. lance. landen. landon. landry. landyn. lane. lanford. langston. lanny. larry. laurence. lavern. laverne. lawrence. lawson. layne. layton. laz. leandro. ledger. lee. legacy. legend. leighton. leith. leland. len. lenard. lennie. lennon. lennox. lenny. lenox. leo. leon. leonard. leonardo. leonel. leonidas. leopold. leroi. leroy. les. lesley. leslie. lester. letter. lev. levi. levon. lew. lewin. lewis. lex. leyton. liam. lincoln. linford. link. linton. linus. linwood. lionel. liu. lloyd. logan. london. loren. lorenzo. lorin. lorn. lorne. lorrin. lou. louie. louis. lovel. lovell. lowell. loyal. loyd. luca. lucas. lucca. lucian. luciano. lucius. lucky. luis. luka. lukas. luke. luther. lyall. lyle. lyndon. lynn. lynton. lynwood. lyric.

FEMININE︰ laila. lainey. lakelynn. lana. laney. lara. laura. laurel. lauren. layla. laylanni. leah. leandra. leanna. leena. legacy. leia. leighton. leila. leilani. lena. lennon. lennox. leona. leslie. letter. lexi. lexie. leya. leyla. lia. liana. libby. liberty. lila. lilah. lilian. liliana. lilianna. lilith. lillian. lilliana. lillie. lilly. lily. lina. lindsey. lisa. liv. logan. lola. london. londyn. lonnie. loralai. lorelai. lorelei. louisa. louise. lucia. luciana. lucille. lucy. luisa. luna. lyanna. lydia. lyla. lylah. lynnette. lyra. lyric.

NEUTRAL︰ labyrinth. lace. lacy. lai. laiken. laine. lake. laken. lali. lam. lamar. lamp. lance. landry. landyn. lane. lang. lark. larkin. latch. lau. laurel. laurence. laurent. lavan. lave. lavender. lavey. lawan. lawin. layken. layne. layton. lazarus. le. leaf. leather. ledger. lee. left. legaci. legacy. legend. lei. leigh. leighton. leis. leith. lek. lemar. len. leni. lennie. lennon. lennox. lenny. lenox. leo. leon. leone. lesley. leslie. less. letter. levi. levian. levy. lex. lexi. lexington. leyton. li. liam. lian. liann. liberty. lie. liel. life. lilac. lille. lilo. lily. limit. lin. linae. lind. linde. linden. lindi. ling. lingxi. link. linn. linux. lio. lione. lior. lithium. liyan. lo. lock. logan. logic. lois. lok. loki. lolan. london. lone. lonnie. loose. loren. lorin. lost. lotus. lou. loui. louie. louis. love. loyal. loyalty. luca. lucca. lucid. lucka. lucky. ludo. lue. lui. luka. lull. lumi. lumière. lunar. lune. lurch. lurk. luscious. lutfi. lux. ly. lykke. lyn. lyndon. lynn. lynx. lyre. lyric. lyrik. lý.

[affairs-of-dragons]

Chapter 3

Jinx, with the shard of eggshell tucked safely away, turned his attention back to the cavern. A restless energy thrummed beneath his scales, a familiar urge to explore, to categorize, to understand. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this place than met the eye, more secrets hidden within its depths. Unlike Sparks, who seemed content to stay within the familiar confines of the clearing and Lyra's lessons, Jinx craved the unknown, the challenge of discovery.

He set off through a narrow passage, his numerous pouches clinking softly with each step. The air grew cooler and damper as he ventured deeper into the cavern system, the luminous fungi casting an eerie glow on the rough-hewn walls. He passed strange formations – towering stalagmites that resembled petrified dragons, glistening pools of water that reflected the shimmering light, and clusters of crystals that sparkled like a dragon's hoard. He meticulously documented each discovery, making notes in a small, leather-bound journal he carried in one of his pouches.

He eventually reached a section of the cavern that was markedly different from the rest. The walls here were smooth and polished, almost as if they had been carved by hand. The air was warmer and drier, and a faint, sweet scent hung in the air, a fragrance that reminded him of… something. He couldn't quite place it.

He followed the passage, his curiosity piqued, until he reached a small, circular chamber. The walls here were lined with shelves, but unlike Lyra's archive, these shelves were filled with tools, gadgets, and strange contraptions. Jinx's eyes widened with delight. This was a treasure trove of mechanical wonders, a tinkerer's paradise.

He spent hours exploring the chamber, examining each item with meticulous care. He found gears and cogs, levers and pulleys, wires and circuits, all arranged in a seemingly haphazard fashion, yet somehow imbued with a sense of purpose. He recognized some of the items – tools he had seen Lyra use, gadgets he had read about in her books – but others were completely foreign to him, their function a mystery.

As he delved deeper into the chamber, he came across a small, secluded alcove. A soft, moss-covered bed lay nestled within, and beside it, a workbench cluttered with tools and half-finished projects. Jinx recognized the familiar scent of oil and metal, the comforting aroma of creation. This was his space, his sanctuary, a place where he could tinker and explore to his heart's content.

He settled onto the bed, exhaustion finally catching up with him. He closed his eyes, the shard of eggshell pressing against his chest, a comforting weight. He drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with images of gears and cogs, circuits and wires, and the strange, elusive pattern that seemed to connect them all.

In the flickering realm of dreams, Jinx saw glimpses of a world beyond the cavern, a world of swirling colors and shifting shapes. He saw Sparks, their blue eyes wide with wonder, their tail swishing excitedly as they explored a vibrant garden. He saw Lyra, her emerald scales gleaming in the sunlight, her amber eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. And he saw himself, a shadowy figure lurking in the background, observing, analyzing, understanding.

He saw the pattern again, the intricate design that seemed to connect them all. It was on Sparks's pouch of seeds, on the shard of eggshell he carried, on the walls of the cavern, on the very fabric of this world. It was a pattern of creation, of connection, of belonging.

And then, the dream shifted.

The vibrant colors faded, replaced by a chilling grey. The playful shapes twisted into jagged edges, sharp and menacing. He saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, its form writhing with a silent pain that resonated deep within him. He felt a surge of fear, a primal instinct to flee, but he was rooted to the spot, his claws digging into the moss bed.

The figure turned towards him, its face still hidden in shadow, but its eyes… Jinx could feel their gaze piercing through him, cold and accusing. He wanted to look away, to escape the chilling scrutiny, but he couldn't. He was trapped, caught in the grip of the dream.

He woke with a gasp, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat up, his gaze darting around the chamber, searching for any sign of the figure, but there was nothing there. Only the familiar tools and gadgets, the comforting scent of oil and metal, the soft glow of the luminous fungi filtering through the entrance to his alcove.

He clutched the shard of eggshell tightly in his claw, its comforting warmth a welcome anchor in the unsettling aftermath of the dream. He was left with a lingering sense of unease, a feeling that there was more to this world, more to himself, than he had ever imagined. He was connected to Sparks, to Lyra, to this strange and wondrous cavern, in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. And he was no longer sure if he wanted to understand.

Lyra, meanwhile, had retreated to her own private chamber, a spacious alcove hidden deep within the cavern system. The air here was warm and dry, filled with the comforting aroma of herbs and spices. A small fire crackled in a hearth, casting a warm glow on the smooth, polished walls. Lyra knelt before a low table, her emerald scales gleaming softly in the firelight. She carefully arranged a collection of dried leaves and flowers on a flat stone, her claws moving with a practiced grace.

Tea time. A ritual she had carried with her through countless seasons, a moment of quiet contemplation amidst the chaos of creation. She selected a small, clay teapot from a shelf and filled it with water from a nearby spring. She placed the teapot on the fire, watching as the water slowly heated, tiny bubbles rising to the surface.

As she waited for the water to boil, her thoughts drifted to Sparks and Jinx. She had brought them here, to this carefully crafted haven, to protect them, to nurture them, to help them grow. But sometimes, she wondered if she had made the right decision. Sparks was so young, so vulnerable. And Jinx, she knew his brash confidence was masking a deep well of insecurity. The past… it cast a long shadow, threatening to encroach upon the fragile peace she had created.

She closed her eyes, a wave of weariness washing over her. She had seen so much, experienced so much. The weight of responsibility, of protecting Sparks from… that… pressed down on her like a physical burden. She wasn't sure if they were remembering, if the fragments of something lost, something painful, were seeping into their dreams, their thoughts, their very beings. She hoped not. She needed to protect them, to shield them from the echoes of a world they were not ready to face.

She opened her eyes, her gaze drawn to the swirling steam rising from the teapot. As she watched the steam dance and twist, she saw a fleeting image, a vision of a young dragon, its scales a vibrant yellow, its eyes filled with a boundless joy and curiosity. Flicker. A name whispered on the wind, a promise of warmth and light. A smile touched Lyra's lips. Perhaps there was hope after all.

But then, the image shifted, the colors darkening, the joy fading. She saw a figure, shrouded in shadows, its form contorted with a pain that resonated deep within her. A being, not quite dragon, not quite kobold… familiar yet unsettling. She could feel the weight of a past she couldn't escape, a past that threatened to unravel the delicate balance she had so carefully constructed.

She blinked, the vision fading, replaced by the familiar sight of the steaming teapot. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She couldn't afford to dwell on the past. She had a responsibility to Sparks, to Jinx, to the future of their kind. She needed to be strong, to be vigilant, to protect them from the shadows that lingered at the edges of their world.

The water in the teapot reached a boil, its gentle whistle breaking the silence. Lyra poured the hot water over the dried leaves and flowers, watching as the liquid turned a deep, rich amber. She inhaled the fragrant steam, the soothing aroma calming her nerves. She took a sip, the warm liquid spreading through her, a comforting warmth that eased the tension in her muscles.

She closed her eyes again, focusing on the present, on the task at hand. She would protect them. She would guide them.

Sparks, nestled in a cozy nook within Lyra's archive, was engrossed in the leather-bound volume. Sunlight, filtered through a crack in the cavern ceiling, illuminated the pages, casting a warm glow on their scales. Their brow furrowed in concentration as they traced the ancient script with a claw, their tail swishing gently back and forth. The story of the First Hatching, of the creation of their world, unfolded before their eyes, filling them with wonder and a sense of belonging.

But as the light in the cavern began to dim, Sparks's eyelids grew heavy. They yawned, a small puff of smoke escaping their nostrils, and rested their head against the cool stone wall. The book slipped from their grasp, falling open to a page filled with intricate diagrams of constellations, stars that mirrored the patterns on the pouch of seeds, the shard of eggshell, the very walls of their world. Sparks's breathing slowed, their chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm. They drifted off to sleep, the world of the book fading into the realm of dreams.

At first, the dream was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and playful shapes, a whirlwind of sensations that mirrored the joy and wonder Sparks felt exploring the cavern. They soared through vast chambers, their wings catching the shimmering light of the luminous fungi. They chased playful creatures with iridescent scales, their laughter echoing through the tunnels. They curled up in a warm, mossy bed, a comforting presence watching over them, a gentle hand stroking their scales.

But then, the edges of the dream began to fray. The colors dulled, the shapes distorted, the laughter fading into a distant echo. The familiar world of the cavern dissolved into a hazy blur, replaced by a scene that felt both alien and strangely familiar.

Sparks found themselves in a dimly lit room, the walls closing in, the air thick with a suffocating tension. They were no longer a dragon, not quite. Their form wavered, shifting between scales and skin, claws and wings and… something else. They looked down at themselves, their vision blurry, their perspective skewed. They saw small hands, pale and fragile, clutching a worn teddy bear. They felt a wave of vulnerability, a sense of being small and powerless.

The scene sharpened, the hazy edges solidifying into frightening clarity. Sparks saw a young… boy? The boy was not quite dragon, not quite kobold, a creature caught between worlds. The young being seemed no older than six, curled up on a bed, his eyes wide with fear, his body trembling. The room felt cold, sterile, the air heavy with a suffocating dread.

A figure emerged from the shadows, its form looming large, its features obscured by the dim light. Sparks could feel its presence, its power, its menace. A wave of terror washed over them, a primal instinct to flee, to hide, to protect themselves from the encroaching darkness. But they were trapped, their body frozen, their voice caught in their throat.

The figure approached the bed, its shadow falling over the boy, engulfing him in darkness. Sparks could see the boy's eyes widen in terror, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They felt a surge of empathy, a deep connection to this unknown boy, a shared sense of vulnerability and fear. They wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to protect him, but they couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe.

The dream zoomed in, the perspective shifting, merging. Sparks was no longer just an observer; they were the boy, experiencing his fear, his helplessness, his utter despair. The figure loomed closer, its presence a suffocating weight. Sparks wanted to scream, to fight back, but their body was paralyzed, their voice trapped in a silent scream.

Suddenly, a loud CRACK echoed through the cavern, jolting Sparks awake. Their eyes flew open, their heart pounding in their chest. They scrambled to their feet, their gaze darting around the archive, searching for the source of the noise. They saw a large stalagmite, dislodged from the ceiling, lying shattered on the floor, its fragments scattered like fallen stars. Dust motes danced in the air, illuminated by the soft glow of the luminous fungi.

Sparks took a deep breath, trying to calm their racing heart. They were safe. They were in Lyra's archive. It was just a dream. But the lingering fear, the sense of violation, clung to them like a second skin. They glanced down at their dungarees, their face flushing with shame as they felt the telltale dampness. Their clothes were dry, but beneath them, their diaper was soaked, a testament to the terror that had gripped them in the dream. A tiny trickle of warmth escaped the diaper, a final, humiliating reminder of their vulnerability.

They looked around the archive, hoping Lyra hadn't heard the commotion, but the chamber was empty. They were alone. And the echoes of the dream, the shadowy figure…

The silence of the archive pressed in on Sparks, heavy and suffocating. The echoes of the dream clung to them, the shadowy figure, the sense of helplessness, the terror. They were alone, their small body trembling, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The dampness beneath their dungarees, usually a source of shame and anxiety, was now a distant concern. All they wanted, all they needed, was comfort, reassurance, a safe haven from the storm raging within them.

"Lyra!" they cried out, their voice a choked sob. "Jinx! Help!"

The words echoed through the cavern, a desperate plea for connection, for solace. They didn't care about appearing weak, about needing help. They just wanted the fear to stop, the shadows to recede, the warmth of another presence to chase away the chill that had settled deep within their bones.

They crumpled to the floor, their tail curled tightly around them, their body wracked with sobs. The tears flowed freely now, hot and heavy, blurring their vision. They whimpered, small, broken sounds that echoed through the silent archive. The fear, the shame, the vulnerability – it all poured out of them in a torrent of raw emotion.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms enveloped them, lifting them from the cold stone floor. Sparks looked up, their vision blurry with tears, and saw Jinx, his crimson eyes filled with concern, his expression surprisingly gentle. He held them close, his body a warm, solid presence against their trembling form.

"Shh, Sparks," he whispered, his voice soothing, "it's okay. I'm here. You're safe."

He rocked them gently, his claws stroking their scales, his warmth seeping into their chilled body. "I love you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "You're my favorite. I love you. You're my favorite." Jinx gently pressed his forehead to Sparks, whispering again. "I love you. You're my favorite."

The words, unexpected and strangely comforting, washed over Sparks like a balm. They clung to Jinx, their claws digging into his scales, their tears soaking his shoulder. They had never felt so safe, so protected, so loved.

Lyra appeared at the entrance to the archive, her amber eyes wide with alarm. She rushed towards them, her scales gleaming in the dim light. "Sparks! What happened?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Jinx, without missing a beat, continued to rock Sparks, his gaze fixed on the hatchling's tear-stained face. "They had a nightmare," he said, his voice calm and steady.

Lyra's brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. She had hoped to shield Sparks from… something… to create a haven where they could grow and thrive without the burden of… something else. But it seemed her efforts had been in vain.

"Lyra," Jinx said, his voice firm, "we need to get Sparks cleaned up. Their diaper…" He trailed off, gesturing towards the damp patch on Sparks's dungarees.

Lyra blinked, momentarily startled by Jinx's assertiveness. She was used to being the one in charge, the one who provided comfort and care. But Jinx, despite his usual brashness and cynicism, had stepped into the role of protector, his empathy and tenderness surprising even her. "A towel," Jinx continued, his voice taking on a decisive edge. "And warm water. And something soothing… lavender, perhaps? And a fresh diaper, of course." He looked at Lyra expectantly, his crimson eyes unwavering.

Lyra, momentarily thrown by Jinx's unexpected authority, simply nodded. "Yes, of course," she mumbled, turning to gather the requested items. She couldn't deny the efficiency with which Jinx had taken control of the situation, but a part of her felt… displaced.

Jinx, meanwhile, gently laid Sparks down on their moss bed and began to unbutton their dungarees, his claws surprisingly deft. He whispered soothing words as he worked, his voice a calming presence in the midst of Sparks's distress. He reached into one of his many pouches and pulled out a small, smooth stone, polished to a high sheen and faintly warm to the touch. He placed it in Sparks's paw, its comforting weight a familiar anchor.

Lyra returned a moment later with the requested items, along with a small, soft object that resembled a pacifier, crafted from a pliable resin and filled with a sweet-smelling nectar. As she approached, she noticed the stone in Sparks's paw and her eyes widened slightly. She recognized it – it was a piece of polished amber, a relic from a time long past, a time before…

She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present. She knelt beside Sparks, her movements brisk and efficient, taking charge of the situation once again. She gently took the stone from Sparks's grasp, replacing it with the pacifier. Sparks instinctively latched onto it, their sobs softening into gentle whimpers, then popped it into their maw.

Lyra, with a practiced hand, quickly changed Sparks's diaper, her touch firm but gentle. She then helped them into a looser set of clothes, her movements efficient but not unkind. As she finished, she noticed Jinx watching her, his expression unreadable. She met his gaze for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgment of his unexpected competence.

Sparks, lulled by the warmth of the pacifier and the soothing scent of lavender, drifted off to sleep, their breathing finally evening out. Lyra and Jinx watched over them, a shared sense of concern and protectiveness filling the silence of the archive. Lyra, with Sparks finally settled and sleeping peacefully, turned to Jinx, her expression a mix of gratitude and a touch of… something else. Resentment? Perhaps. She wasn't used to sharing the role of caretaker, especially not with Jinx, who usually seemed more interested in analyzing data and tinkering with gadgets than offering comfort and affection.

"Thank you, Jinx," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "Your assistance was… unexpected, but appreciated."

Jinx nodded curtly, his crimson eyes unreadable. "Of course, Lyra," he replied, his tone formal. "It was no trouble at all." He paused, his gaze lingering on Sparks for a moment, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "I trust they will be alright?"

Lyra nodded, her voice regaining its usual authority. "They will be fine," she said. "Just a bit shaken. They need rest."

Jinx inclined his head in acknowledgement. "Then I shall return to my duties," he said, turning to leave. "If you require any further assistance, do not hesitate to call."

Lyra watched him go, a wave of conflicting emotions washing over her. She was grateful for his help, truly, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow usurped her role, that he had encroached upon her territory. She was the protector, the caretaker, the one who provided comfort and guidance. But Jinx… he had shown a tenderness, an empathy, that she hadn't expected. And Sparks had responded to him, had found solace in his embrace.

She pushed the unsettling thoughts aside, focusing on Sparks. She gently lifted the hatchling, cradling them close to her chest. Sparks stirred slightly, their pacifier falling from their mouth with a soft plop. Lyra chuckled softly and replaced it between their lips, a soothing gesture that calmed their whimpers.

"There, there, little one," she murmured, her voice soft and reassuring. "It's alright now. You're safe."

Sparks, still half-asleep, nuzzled against Lyra's chest, their small claws gripping her scales. "Lyra?" they mumbled, their voice thick with sleep.

"I'm here, Sparks," Lyra replied, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through their small body.

"I… I had a bad dream," Sparks whimpered, their eyes fluttering open. They looked up at Lyra, their blue eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Lyra's heart ached for them. She gently stroked their scales, whispering soft reassurances. "It's alright, little one," she said. "It was just a dream. You're safe now."

Sparks clung to Lyra, their small body trembling. "It felt so real," they whispered, their voice barely audible.

Lyra nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I know, little one," she said. "But it's over now. You're here with me, and I won't let anything hurt you." Sparks closed their eyes, their breathing gradually evening out as Lyra continued to rock them gently. They felt safe in her embrace, their fears fading away.

Lyra sat there for a long time, cradling Sparks, whispering soft lullabies, her own anxieties simmering beneath the surface. She had created this haven for them, this sanctuary from the shadows. And she would do everything in her power to protect them, to shield them from the pain, the fear, the echoes of a world they were not ready to face. But a nagging doubt crept into her mind. Was she doing the right thing?

But then, she looked down at Sparks, their small body nestled against hers, their breathing slow and steady. A fierce protectiveness surged within her, a primal instinct to shield them from harm, to nurture them, to guide them. She might not have all the answers, she might make mistakes along the way, but she would never give up on them. She would be there for them, every step of the way, offering her love, her support, her unwavering belief in their potential.

She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with a newfound determination. She would not let the shadows consume them. She would not let the past define their future. She would help them create a new path, a path filled with hope, with joy, with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen | chapter sixteen | chapter seventeen ((you are here)) |

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟼.𝟿ᴋ

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Santiago methodically lays out the estimated duration it will take for you to reach the final point of contact, another type of demon who holds the key to getting to the entrance of Abysmora’s gates. Leo and Lyra, a couple of strides behind, quietly prepare themselves for the journey ahead.

"Don't you do anything reckless now, you hear? You don't know these people, we're doing this because we owe them demons, and Santiago looks out for us, your family," he stresses. Lyra nods, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Of course, this was her family, they raised her, taught her everything, and helped her grow into the wolf she's become. But now, armed with the chilling details of the night of her parents' murder, she begins to wonder—what if that dreadful night hadn't happened? Could she have been raised with her original family?

And why didn't Leo tell her, if he knew? Perhaps it was to protect her, but she's beginning to question that, along with many other things.

But he's right; she may be your sister by blood, but who knows how your different lives have shaped you.

Beneath the silvery moonlight, the forest unfurls in a mesmerizing display of nature's grandeur. Towering trees, ancient and wise, stand like stoic guardians, their branches interweaving to create an intricate tapestry against the night sky.

"I'll be okay," Lyra mutters.

"This ain't your fight to fight, Lyra—"

"I said I'll be okay, damn it!" She flares up, immediately recoiling as she looks down. "I'm sorry; it's just... I've seen the pack do this over and over again. Have faith in me. I can do this. We can do this," she asserts, aware of Leo's love for her, his paternal instincts strong. Though she's never led the pack to Abysmora, she's seen others embark on the journey and return unscathed. The pack had no business in Abysmora anymore, like they did in the past when they first settled up here, so she hadn't ventured there herself.

"It's not that I doubt your abilities, Lyra. I just know you've been looking for your siblings your whole life. I know you, and I'm telling you, this ain't your fight to fight. They seem to have it together, know what they're doin' and all that. If she's with them, she's more than capable of taking care of herself," Leo says, his words still carrying the weight of his wisdom. He then sighs, becoming aware of his lecture-like tone. "Just get back safe."

"I will." Lyra leans forward and steps up on her tiptoes, kissing him on the cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too, kid."

You all venture deeper into the woods, and the atmosphere isn't as tense as it often is when you’re constantly vigilant for lurking dangers. True, the threat of peril looms, but with a formidable pack of creatures armed with keen senses, they both deter weaker adversaries and can detect the scent of mightier foes in case anyone or anything wishes to challenge them.

The forest floor, adorned with plush moss and fallen leaves, appears to swallow every footstep, muffling the sounds of their journey. A gentle, cool breeze carries the earthy essence of the woods. The wolfpack moves confidently, and it's comforting not to feel so alone. A few minutes into their hike, once everyone has ensured they are on the same page, Lyra gradually drifts back towards you.

"Do you have a plan for when you get there?" she inquires. "Do you know where to find this flower?"

You shake your head thoughtfully. "No, but Felix and Jisung have a fairly good idea of where to look."

"And if demons attack you?"

"We fight," you assert confidently, and Lyra's heart swells with pride, hearing the unshakable determination in your voice. You and Lyra share this fearless spirit, a comforting connection.

"Saw you talking to Chan. So..." You lower your voice, even though Chan is quite a distance ahead, engaged in conversation with Santiago and a couple of wolves at the front of the group. "What do you think?" You ask, eager to know her impression.

"Well, he's going to put his best foot forward, I'm your sister he never expected to meet," she begins thoughtfully. "But he seems nice. He's got an accent, where's he from?"

"Australia."

"Oh, it's hot over there. How does a vampire hybrid exist in Australia?"

You ponder her point for a moment. "He's a hybrid, so he can tolerate a bit of sunlight."

"And Felix?"

Questions left unanswered hang in the air.

"To be fair, one, I never considered that, and two, I don't think they were turned there. You should ask him sometime, considering you two had those private conversations this morning," you suggest with an eye roll, fighting back a chuckle.

Lyra grows defensive. "He just wanted to know a bit more about conjure, that's all."

"Oh, just wanted to know a bit more about conjure, huh? That's funny. Vampires can't conjure."

There's a momentary silence between you both.

Felix must not have told you about the self-sacrifice, Lyra assumes by the confidence in your statement.

"Anyway, I can't imagine Australian vampires existing," she continues walking, her fingers laced through the backpack straps as she gazes at the path ahead, taking long, powerful strides. "That place gets so much sun. I'd be miserable."

"Well, they do," you retort, readjusting your backpack on your shoulders as you observe Chan chatting with Hyunjin, who's joined him. "I'm in love with one."

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"Brother, back at the first stop, with Lysandra," Chan begins, prompting Hyunjin to hum in curiosity. "You two have something going on or was I imagining things?"

"I mean, she's very intelligent, beautiful, well-spoken, and we shared great conversation. Is that what you mean?"

"Did you two...?"

Hyunjin smirks, savoring the enigma he's woven around their relationship. "No, we didn't have sex."

"I heard sex." Jisung wedges himself between the two brothers, glancing from one to the other. "They're back there discussing Australian vampires. I'm bored out of my mind. What's going on up here?"

"Hyunjin has something going on with Lysandra."

"I didn't say that—" He corrects his older brother.

"Come on, brother, it's not poisonous to admit when you like someone," Chan laughs. "For a demon, she's one hell of a conjurer."

"She's one hell of a creature," Hyunjin amends.

"Oh, you like her like her," Jisung teases.

"Like I said," Hyunjin reiterates, "We shared great conversation."

Jisung and Chan exchange eye rolls, recognizing that's all they'll get out of him for now. Jisung retrieves his water bottle from the side pocket of his backpack, takes a swig, then caps it and stows it away again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Has the little witch been having any more nightmares?"

"No, nothing that's woken me up, at least."

"I'm worried. When I was possessed, what if I opened a portal? What if Edith's watching us, waiting for the moment to strike?" Jisung expresses his concern. "Things like that don't just happen to me."

Chan glances over at him. He wants to mention that Jisung might be more susceptible to attacks because he's losing power, but he's sworn to secrecy. As far as he knows, Hyunjin doesn't know about it either, nor does Felix.

"A lot of things have been happening to us lately that don't make sense," Chan offers.

Hyunjin, however, doesn't concur with Jisung's theory of Edith spying on them. "If she was going to do something, she would've done it by now. There were plenty of times she could've struck successfully in the last two days. She probably used up a lot of power just getting that message across.  A foolish mistake."

"How can we be sure it was Edith?"

"She's the only enemy we've got in purgatory right now."

There’s a wail that can be heard in the distance, and the wolfpack freezes, their senses on high alert even in their human forms, using their keen sense of smell and hearing to discern the danger. One of them points off to the side, “Nine o’clock.”

“What have we got?”

There is a shrill, bone-chilling scream from an otherworldly creature that none of you can spot as one of the Wolfpack members stumbles backward, his chest sliced with jagged claw marks, blood spilling forth as he yells and drops to his knees, pain searing through him.

“Never a dull moment,” Hyunjin says before he takes off toward the threat. Chan kicks off, leaving dirt in his wake, and Felix follows suit, leaving nothing but swaying leaves and branches as evidence of their presence.

“What’s going on?!” You ask frantically, looking around as the others ready themselves on all sides. You can catch the glint of their eyes turning a deep, glowing gold, and hear the rumbling beneath their breath.

“Stand down, keep the humans safe,” Lyra commands. “Santiago, what are we dealing with?”

The mention of your ex’s name causes you to look over at him, frustration building inside of you. “Why aren’t you with them?! What are you just standing here for?”

Jisung holds his hands out a few inches, extending an olive branch in the midst of chaos. “We have a plan, remember? We let the others go first, and then—”

“Fuck the plan, you're an archdemon, and you're just gonna let them—”

“Hold on, y/n, hold on.” Lyra stops you as she sniffs the air. In the brief silence, a disgusting choking noise is heard in the distance, spattering and hacking, and then nothing.

“I’m sorry I ever agreed to do this with you.” 

Santiago says, causing an unexpected silence to fall onto a few nearby members, while the others are waiting either for more orders, or for the rest of the team to return.  He’s towering over a lot of the Wolfpack, with a few of them blocking your view of him.  He can’t see your face, struck with hurt, a hurt you don’t understand.

“What?”

“I’m sorry I ever agreed to do this with you.  I didn’t know you’d be a part of it, or I would’ve said no.  You’re fucking unbearable, you know that, you?” As his voice heightens, the others start to space out, leaving a direct path from you to him.  “When you don’t get your way, its everybody’s fault, eres una puto niña, you’re such a fucking child–”

“Cool it, Santiago.” Jisung comes to your defense, but you look at him and shake your head, you’ve got this, you assure him silently, then you take a few steps toward the archdemon. 

“I’m unbearable….I’m—un…bearable?” Your anger is hot, making your voice crack as you feel the adrenaline beginning to surge through you.

Hyunjin returns, his fist clenched around the wet, dirty hair of the head of a frightening creature. Its skin is as black as night, no, maybe darker, with bright red eyes and long, rectangular pupils reminiscent of prey animals like goats and sheep. Its slack jaw displays sharp, pointed double rows of teeth. 

Hyunjin’s excited about the kill when he vamps over, but once he notices that something serious is going down, he slows down, pushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear as he ducks lower to avoid being seen and joins Jisung. 

Lyra is now trying to interpret the connection you have with Santiago and why everyone is allowing this to just happen. She looks around desperately at her pack, still waiting for the others to come back, then deciding to hurry over to her wounded pack member, kneeling down to tend to them while checking around for any sign of Felix or Chan.

“Being abandoned was unbearable! Having to coexist with someone that made me feel like I was nothing and refuses to acknowledge it is unbearable!”

“I acknowledged it!” Santiago’s eyes are wild and wide, he’s exasperated.  He’s hurt, he’s broken.  He doesn’t want to admit it, as strong as he is, that it's been the heaviest weight out of everything happening that you’re no longer his, and that your stupid hybrid partner keeps rubbing his nose in it every chance he gets.

“I acknowledged it, and I apologized for it!!” He steps forward. “And you still hang it over my fucking head, are you wanting to crucify me or something?!  You won’t even talk to me about it!” He’s under the pressure of Minho, the entire Lee family, and following the laws of the hierarchy of their demon society, and the dangers ahead combined with seeing you for the first time in years, now with another man, and having to playing house with your strange fucking makeshift family unit of freaks and—

“BECAUSE YOU WONT TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

Leaves flutter around in the air as the space between you and Santiago is filled with both Felix and Chan, holding two additional heads each. They’re fresh, dripping black blood into the soil below, which bubbles like a thick soup as the earth absorbs it.

“Damn, they got more than me.” Hyunjin mutters under his breath with a snap of his fingers. He looks down at his trophy kill and then rolls his eyes, throwing it over his shoulder carelessly.

A Wolfpack member shrieks as she barely dodges it.

Chan looks around before he directs his amber eyes to Santiago. “Do we have a problem here, mate?”

Oof.

Felix vamps over to Lyra, the wolf blood scent strong in his nose as he helps them both, sinking his teeth into his wrist and feeding his blood to the injured pack mate.

“She and I have the problem—”

Chan's laughter cut through the tension, but it held an eerie, unsettling quality.  “No, no, no, that’s not how this works,” He casually places the heads of his gruesome trophies at his feet, their grotesque features illuminated by the eerie glow of the moon. Each detail of his actions seemed designed to unsettle as his smile drops. His cold gaze locks onto Santiago, angular features, framed by dark, tousled hair, illuminated by the ominous gleam in his eyes.  “Whatever you two had is done. It’s over now, and was over a long time ago. Y/N is mine, so if she has a problem, then I have a problem.” The moonlight dances across his face, highlighting the glint of his piercing amber eyes. It's a chilling sight, and the fact that he managed to maintain an air of calm in the face of such tension only added to the sense of foreboding.

“So now, we have a problem.”

Santiago’s teeth grit behind his tightened lips.

Chan’s brothers quietly watch their eldest sibling, but they don’t intervene.

A fight would solve nothing.

He can’t tell you he left to work for the Lee family.

He just can’t.

Santiago takes in a deep breath as he straightens himself. 

“Let’s just get this over with.”

The way he says it, stings.

But you remain silent, the heat of the argument still simmering within you, leaving you feeling exposed in front of Lyra and her pack. It was an inauspicious start, the first time they witnessed your explosive exchange in this treacherous environment. The fact that Santiago dismissed you so casually, as if your shared history meant nothing, sent a pang of hurt through you. How could this man, who you allowed inside of your body, act as though you were strangers? It was unjust, and the lingering discomfort is almost unbearable.

Chan arches a questioning eyebrow, coming to a brief halt to allow Santiago an opportunity to speak further, but when met with silence, he turns his attention to the assembled group.

"Listen up, everyone," he begins, his presence alone commanding the undivided attention of those gathered. "We've just taken care of a pack of these nasty creatures, and I can tell you, I've never seen anything like 'em, not in life or death." His foot rests casually on one of the severed heads.

"These creatures are swift and skilled climbers. Their bites are poisonous. How do we know?" Felix steps forward, rolling up his hoodie sleeve to reveal a shiny, raised scar shaped like a bite. The irritated, reddened flesh stands in stark contrast to his pale skin.

"One of 'em bit me," Felix continues, turning slowly to address the group. "Let me tell you, it burns like hell. Luckily, they're not hard to kill."

"You rip their heads off, clean off," Chan adds, his voice matter-of-fact as he gestures towards the severed heads. 

Jisung, on the other hand, squats down, studying the heads closely. His eyes widen as he calls you over.

"Little witch, c'mere a sec."

You join him and, upon seeing the creatures up close, recognition strikes you like a bolt of lightning. The memory is vivid, causing you to gasp and nearly stumble backward. Chan's quick reflexes keep you from falling.

"Th-Those monsters, they're from purgatory!" You exclaim, the mention of that place making your skin prickle as your body recalls the traumatic experience. The wolves begin to chatter among themselves, clearly shocked by your revelation about purgatory.

"What?"

"Amelia said they're Edith’s creations." Jisung stands up, still staring at the severed head. He remembers the overwhelming sensation of his own power, the blood that dripped from his ear when he let out a force hard enough to expel them. It’s as if he feels the phantom sensation all over again. His fingers gently touch his jaw as he straightens up, gazing at the frozen horror before him. He’s relieved he feels no blood.

"And they can fly."

"You recognize these from purgatory?" Hyunjin slips through the crowd, his presence suddenly among you. "I've never seen them before."

"These are definitely from purgatory," you affirm wearily, meeting Jisung's eyes with a mix of fear and uncertainty. He wishes he could offer you reassurance, but he knows there are no easy answers to bring you comfort in this unsettling moment.

"Amelia said they could only exist between worlds."

"We're only a few miles away from your meeting point," Lyra says. You all turn to her, and she continues, "They say, the closer you get to Abysmora, the thinner the veil between Hell and the living becomes."

Santiago feels uneasiness welling inside of him at the conversation. The veil is thinning, sure, but an ambush attack from a species nobody has encountered before? That's a first, even for him.  Even he doesn’t recognize the creatures, which was enough to raise alarm, with how old and powerful he is.   "We should keep moving," he says, "If someone is trying to assassinate you, always be a moving target. We didn't come this far to get killed off now."

"Rio, since you were the first to notice, you, Jax, and Pete transform and run ahead," Lyra instructs, pointing ahead. The wolves nod and take off into a run, leaping into the air, fur bursting through their skin, bones shattering and rebuilding, and they never miss a beat, landing on all four feet and running ahead.

"Are you sacrificing us for them now?" a disgruntled packmate mutters.

"Are you questioning my leadership?" Lyra challenges coolly as they continue walking. Felix is a few paces behind and can feel the temperature rising in the packmate, though he silences himself against Lyra.

They don't fear you enough, he thinks to himself. 

Mutiny could arise if she keeps this up.

Felix calls out from behind as he jogs at a humble, human pace, making his way up to the front line, "I'm going to catch up with the wolves."

"Yeah, Felix? You sure?" Chan asks. He's curious as to why his brother's so eager to go running with wolves, but doesn't stop him.

Felix turns around, agile as ever, jogging backwards. He holds two hands up, wiggling his fingers. "You never know when you'll need a pair of opposable thumbs." He winks and turns around, vamping off out of sight.

Lyra grins, looking down at her feet as she takes each step, her face warming but nearly undetectable on her deep almond skin.

Chan hears the quickening of a heartbeat and turns around curiously, giving the others a once-over until he spots Lyra.

Why's her heart beating so fast?

"Chan," you say, unintentionally interrupting his side thought. "Those dreams I had... Do you think, I don't know, she's using them to get access to me? I mean, first, a message through Jisung, now a wolf right next to me gets sliced through the chest? Her aim is shitty, but she's still aiming for me."

Chan grapples with the weight of your words, knowing that your pregnancy makes you the prime target. However, he doesn't want to distress you further, so he chooses his response carefully. "She could be aiming for any of us. It only takes the death of one of us for the destiny bond to bring her back."

Your hand instinctively finds your pregnant belly. You're more concerned for your child's safety than anything else. The idea of nurturing a life within you still feels surreal, and you wonder if that maternal instinct will truly blossom when you finally lay eyes on your daughter.

"How you feeling, sis?" Lyra joins you from behind, concern etching her features. "I can't say I've ever seen a pregnant woman hike this much."

"Even when I wasn't pregnant, hiking wasn't my thing," you huff, beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. "But I'm getting by with conjure and blood. Both take the pain away."

"Oh god, you drink blood, Y/N?"

You can't help but smirk at her reaction. "I not only drink it, but I also enjoy it on some occasions." Laughter bubbles up as Lyra cringes, her expression of disgust clear. You're curious now, wondering if she's ever been intimate with a vampire before. "You've never had vampire blood before?"

"No, and I have zero interest in it." She smiles, dismissing the idea. "Who are you feeding from?"

"Whoa, personal much?" You hold out a hand.

Lyra rolls her eyes, pushing your hand away. "Come on, obviously your boyfriend for one. Who's next?"

"Lyra! Why are you asking? No, I don't feed from Felix!"

She punches you in the arm, and you reach out to tag her back before she retreats to the back of the group, her laughter echoing.

"You can't hide from me forever," You warn with a playful smile. "I'm a witch, remember?"

Chan grins as he walks alongside both of you. It's a different side of you, seeing the way you interact with your sibling. The immediate comfort and lack of self-doubt in your relationship bring a smile to his face. Amidst all the chaos, your sibling manages to sprinkle moments of joy with every giggle that escapes your lips.

The sounds of snarling and snapping pierce the air, jolting you from the brief afterglow of laughter. A few seconds later, Felix returns, this time clutching two severed heads in his tightened fist before hurling them to the ground.

"Impressive, your pack doesn’t hesitate, took one down together, and I managed to nab the others. A few got away, though, flying off into the trees," he explains, pointing toward the towering branches above. "And I did get some of their blood on my hoodie this time."

"You're losing your touch," Hyunjin teases with a playful grin.

"At least there's hope in their weakness," Jisung remarks. "Are you sure you don't want me to scout ahead?"

"I'll handle it with the pack. We won't have their support after we reach the meeting point, and that’s when we’ll need you the most." Felix replies. He glances at Santiago, who has been silently forging ahead with an intensity that sends a clear signal to everyone, causing them to maintain a respectful distance from him.

“Speaking of which,” Chan says as they reach a summit. Together, you all stand at the edge of a rocky, jagged cliff. Beyond, all that can be seen in the valleys below are trees. There’s a large body of water far off in the distance, but the immediate drop is into the thicket of forestry below. “Is this the cliff you mentioned earlier, our marker?”

“It is. We’re only about a mile away; we have to descend. There’s a path over here—” Santiago points to where the cliff has a more shallow descent into trees that cover the path. It's difficult to see in the dark, but the moonlight guides you, and it's nearly Full.

“How many days until the Full Moon?” You ask, looking above at the ominous skies.

“I’ve lost track, but I think it's about 8 or 9?” Jisung says, looking up at it next to you, “Why? You worried about it?”

You shrug, “Yeah, a little.”

“We’ll be okay. Worst-case scenario, everyone rages out, kills everybody, and we get the blood bloom. We go home the day after with a mega hangover.”

Jisung’s casual, joking tone pulls a little chuckle out of you, but as you’re looking at the Moon, you start to feel a little woozy. You blink a few times, looking back at the land surrounding you, wondering if focusing on the brightness of the moon had maybe disoriented you a tad bit. But you stumble to the side, catching yourself, trying to mask it.

It doesn’t get past Jisung, who’s standing right beside you.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I'm just... I’m light-headed.” You curl your upper lip back as you rub between your brows with the back of your index finger, trying to stabilize yourself.

No, no, no, please no.

Not right now.

Please.

“Something��s wrong, little witch.” his voice lowers to a whisper. “Maybe you need to feed again?”

Jisung's eyes, usually warm and reassuring, now hold a flicker of concern. The moonlight reflects off his face, emphasizing the lines of worry etched across his features. He's seen this before, the subtle shifts in your demeanor, the telltale signs of an impending thirst. “We just did a couple nights ago.” “You don’t call the shots anymore, she does.”

Chan’s sigh from behind startles you so much, you jump. “A brat, just like her mother then.” He looks around at the group. “I’ll get the others, give you a little privacy.”

“Hold on, breaking skin out here doesn’t feel like the best idea, especially Jisung’s–” You begin to push back, despite how much you were beginning to feel the ill effects of your thirst. The symptoms crashed on you as soon as you realized something was wrong. You’re hoping if you just keep walking, you can trick your body into getting distracted by the danger instead.

“The further we go, the worse our chances. Go, hurry.” Chan taps your backside twice, urging you towards the cover of trees as he walks over to the others. “We’ll start again in fifteen.” Chan tells the group, and they disperse, some sitting on the rocks by the cliff’s edge, soaking in the moonlight, others anxiously milling about.

“We’re going to need to go underground if we delay any more, brother. What’s going on?” Felix asks with concern. He's no fool; he's seen you and Jisung duck off, and the scent of blood lingers in the air. He usually allows others to reveal information at their leisure, but the sudden stop has him questioning what’s happening that he isn’t privy to.

Chan sighs.

He looks around briefly, making sure nobody else is within earshot and paying attention. He answers, his voice low, “She needs to feed, from a human, and Jisung, he’s...” Chan trails off, finding it difficult to come to terms with it himself. “He’s losing his power, wrecked himself cheating death so many times.  So when she feeds…”

Felix puts the puzzle together before it's even been fully revealed, barely whispering, “He’s giving it to the baby, his magick, through the blood.” As he finishes, his expression changes, more concern evident as he looks to his elder sibling once more, “And then?”

Felix continues, “He loses his conjure and then? He dies? He’s mortal? I – what’s he going to do?”

“He doesn’t know yet, Felix, and you can’t speak a word. I promised not to tell.  Am I understood, brother?”

Felix saves his interrogation for another time. He turns instead, wordlessly walking over to the cliff’s edge, hands in his pockets as he watches the streams and rapids below. Why would Jisung keep something like that from him? They were close friends, and with Felix’s help, he could try to find some kind of solution.

“Ah.” Felix’s torrent of thoughts comes to a halt as he chuckles, tongue resting in his cheek.

That’s why he hasn’t told him.

He knows Felix, stubborn and steadfast, would never rest until he found an answer. Hyunjin paces the cliff's perimeter, his mind swirling with echoes of his mother's words from the other night. The moon, relentless in its luminosity, bears down on him, causing his skin to prickle uncomfortably. Contemplation threatens his control, and the scent of blood intrudes against his will. Fangs dripping venom, he swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth. Joining his brothers at the edge, he gazes into the distance.

"Why's Jisung bloodletting?" he casually asks, his eyes fixed on the rapids.

"Stocking up for the fight," Felix responds promptly.

"Hm," Hyunjin rocks onto the balls of his feet, pulling his hoodie over his messy hair. "I don't believe you."

Felix turns to his younger sibling. "You're gonna have to for now." He kicks a small rock off the edge, the distinct patter echoing as it tumbles through the rocks below. "Things will make sense soon."

Chan appreciates his brother's adept evasion of the topic.

Hyunjin accepts the answer, for now.

He, too, harbors secrets not yet ready to be revealed.

"This archdemon—he’s got a nasty fixation on you and the pretty witch," he says.

Chan raises a questioning brow.

"He used a human sacrifice to reach Minho and mentioned her by name. I couldn’t hear Minho, but he was talking about wanting to have gotten further sooner, and pretty confidently said I wouldn’t be a problem but you, on the other hand…" Hyunjin smirks up at his brother.

Chan checks over his shoulder to ensure no one is within earshot before lowering his voice significantly. "Minho doesn’t give a shit about the relationships between us, why is he even bothering to check in? Santiago just owes a debt."

"Lysandra said he works for the Lee family."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Felix interjects, "Like he’s currently working for them?"

"I’m almost certain he is, despite claiming to be free from his assigned family when we all first met," Hyunjin affirms. "Minho is keeping tabs on us, he wants to gain something from this, Santiago is completing a job for him."

"Fucking demons," Chan mutters under his breath, his eyes darting back and forth as his mind races with disjointed thoughts, reminiscent of his wolf form. He exhales, frustrated, letting out a growl as he tilts his head back to the moon.

"The Blood Bloom," Felix declares, "Minho wants the Blood Bloom; nothing else would make sense."

"He could’ve gotten it himself at any time, could’ve asked his dad, summoned a family friend. Why use us to get it?" Chan drops his chin back down.

"That’s what I haven’t figured out yet," Hyunjin notes. "He needs us in this equation, and I don’t know why."

━━━━━━━━

Jisung gracefully pours a vial of inky liquid across his arm, watching as it miraculously heals over. He wipes it clean with a rag before turning his attention to you, tenderly cleaning the smudge of blood on your chin. Pausing for a moment, he lowers the rag, revealing a half-smile.

“Can I teach you something?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Conjure. I want to show you how to do elemental conjure.” Jisung stands up, pulling you alongside him. The two of you stroll out of the woods onto the other side, away from prying eyes, until you reach the edge of the cliff. The stream from the other side continues, curving around the bend to where you and Jisung stand.

“When you’re near an element, you can borrow from its energy to conjure. It’s a good way to practice so you can do it on your own without the element.” Jisung kneels down and picks up a wooden branch, holding it out towards the water. He wraps his hand around the end, and you see and smell the smoke emanating from his closed fist. Jisung lets go, and the tip of the branch is engulfed in a brilliant blue flame that settles back to a regular orange, flickering as the flame works its way up. Holding the stick far from his body, Jisung steps in a wide circle until he's facing you. “Put the fire out.”

“What?” you ask, holding your hands out defensively, uncertain of your next move.

“Put out the fire, little witch. Listen to the water and focus.”

You close your eyes, pushing away the sound of the crackling burning branch for the running rapids instead. As you take in a deep breath, someone grabs your wrist, and your eyes open to see Jisung pressing the branch into your open palm.

“Jis—”

“Shhh.” He holds a finger against his lips, hushing you before you react prematurely. You feel an uncomfortable wetness in your palm, and when you open it, the damp end of the branch falls onto the ground from your surprisingly wet hand. You flick your fingers, and water droplets fly off, as if you had just stuck your hand into a bucket of water.

In amazement, you look over to Jisung, who gives you a smile before patting your back.

“C’mon, let’s get back to the others.”

━━━━━━━━

The descent down the mountain is steep and scattered with rocks. As a human, you struggle to maintain your balance, but Chan ensures you won't fall. The supernatural beings move with agile ease, navigating each step effortlessly, keeping their focus ahead. Winding through the trees, the land levels out, and the temperature drops significantly. It's icy, prompting you to zip up your jacket, seeking warmth. While the mountains are naturally cold at this elevation, tonight feels even colder than usual.

Lyra walks beside you on the left, arms crossed over her chest. Chan, on your right, remains quiet, pensive, and alert. Santiago pays attention to nearby landmarks, despite the transformed landscape. Hyunjin and Felix, a few steps ahead, are accompanied by wolves, their fur shielding them from the harsh chill.

The Full Moon begins to cast its negative influence on everyone, affecting your relationships. Jisung trails a few paces behind, lost in thought. His blank expression and slow, measured gaze scan the wilderness. His spirit seems unsettled, torn between the curse and the unease of the darkness. Muttering under his breath, he illuminates a wide radius, revealing nothing of significance.

Yet, a looming storm of uncertainty hangs over you all, a heavy cloud collecting above, mirroring the ominous feel of the night. The babbling brook's sounds intensify, prompting you to look around, attempting to ascertain its direction. The others seem so sure of themselves, you want to be able to feel that confident, too.  You wonder, how must the world look from their perspective? How must it feel?  To take danger head on, fearlessly with victory after victory, knowing what you’re capable of and always pushing beyond it.  

After an eternity, the moving water comes into view through the thinning trees. The moon graces the foamy rapids, casting an ethereal glow on the wet, jagged rocks that protrude from the water. The dirt floor, almost frozen, feels solid beneath your feet as the group gathers by the banks.

"Who are we meeting here?"

Santiago looks around. "Something we call a coyote demon. Very few of them exist. They're the only ones that can guide you to the gates, or you'd miss it in plain sight."

"You're late." A voice hisses from the woods, spiking your pulse as you whip around, feeling its eerie proximity. Tree branches snap, revealing a terrifying figure. Tall, matching Santiago in height, the body hidden under a black cloak is disturbingly thin. The black, hollow, sunken eyes and cheeks, pale skin, and emotionless expression create an unsettling sight. No eyebrows, a hood covering its head with no visible hair, it glides over, a few inches above the ground, with no feet. It moves past you all to the edge of the bank, tutting to itself, its voice haggard and weak. "Late, late, late," it mutters as it kneels down.

Hyunjin looks to Jisung for an explanation, but Jisung shrugs, equally at a loss.

Felix is the first to approach the murmuring coyote demon. It's the first time he's seen appendages on it, long, thin fingers curling into the dirt. He watches quietly, squatting down a few feet from the creature. It's unlike anything he has ever seen or read about before. Felix can hardly believe it, having never heard of a species like this, never seen a creature like this.

The demon's head shoots up, a shaky, thin wrist pointing a bony finger across the rapids. "We walk, vampire."

The words weren't directed at Felix, but he knows he's being addressed. He still can't discern the creature's intentions, if it has any at all. Does it possess awareness? The demon stands up, gliding off the bank into the water, untouched by the rapids. The water remains still and peaceful where it stands.

It turns around to face the rest of you, its face devoid of expression, its lifeless lack of eyes freezing everyone in time. You've been effectively spooked, the hair standing up on your arms. Santiago turns to the group.

"This is where we part ways," he says, and Lyra steps forward to approach him. She's still uncertain about him, carrying judgments from the earlier altercation, but diplomatic she remains. She extends her hand to the archdemon, who shakes it firmly with a nod. "Thank you for your protection and guidance; I'm in your debt."

"And consider the Equinox clan free of all demon debts."

Santiago snaps his fingers, and a few red sparks and a black puff of smoke emanate. Just like that, the chains have been snapped on the other side, and the debts are cleared.

"Done."

He leaves, stepping off into the bank to join the coyote demon.

Lyra feels a surge of pride and confidence in her ability and pack for making the journey. An archdemon in their debt would undoubtedly prove invaluable one day. You begin to feel a little anxious at the idea of bidding farewell to the safety of numbers and to the sibling you had just reconnected with only a day prior. You hurry over as she turns to look for you, rushing into her arms. She hugs you tight, nearly lifting you off the ground. When you look at her again and notice the tears in the corner of her eyes, yours spill down your cheeks as she grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for another deep, comforting hug.

Hyunjin nudges Chan while they watch it all unfold. Chan nudges his brother back, and they exchange small smiles, understanding the significance of their family bond and the emotions tied to reconnecting with a sibling thought to be lost forever.

“Holy shit, please don’t die?” Lyra laughs through her tears, sniffling and wiping her nose. “I want to come visit you.”

“I know the best place for ice cream, and it's open all night,” you say, squeezing her hands before looking back at Chan, who nods with a small grin. He steps forward, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Lyra,” he says, nodding towards the river, “You ready, my little witch?”

You're brought back to the imminent danger, the pressing task at hand, and the figure waiting wordlessly in the water. You wish you could return to the cabin with the rest of the pack, but your determination to break this curse makes you straighten your back a little more. You have a family to protect. You join Chan, who takes your hand as you two step into the water carefully, and just as it did with the figure, the water ceases to run. It's still cold, soaking your body up to your waist, but it isn't moving.

“Thanks for the help.” Hyunjin waves as he turns and steps off the bank, following the others across. Jisung stands at the bank, still hesitant, touching it with his finger and shaking it out, shivering at how cold it is. Hyunjin drags him, stumbling and yelling in with him, and Jisung falls in, standing up, his entire body drenched as he wipes his face.

Felix remains the last one standing, hands in his pockets. He takes one step, and another, and another, to approach Lyra, until they’re face to face. She's silent, her breath hitched in her throat as she awaits his words. She feels his eyes as they land on the features of her face, taking time to drink in each one. The longer he has been in her presence, the less pungent her scent has become, unless it has just become background fuzz like his brother’s scent had after living alongside him for centuries.

“I look forward to meeting you again one day, under different circumstances.” Felix finally speaks, his voice soft, airy, and low, as his sparkling dark eyes meet her gaze once more. He wants to say more, to do more, but he can't bring himself to. He takes a step back instead, a small bow of his head as his eyes close, and he speaks, “Goodbye, Lyra.”

“Goodbye, Felix.”

[acronym-chaos]

Phantom (Minecraft) Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Phantom (Minecraft) Inspired ID Pack]

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Names

[PT: Names].

Adrian, Aiden, Alaric, Aria, Ash, Asher, Astrid, Aurora, Bram, Calypso, Casper, Celeste, Ciaran, Corvus, Dahlia, Damien, Darius, Dorian, Echo, Eirwen, Elara, Elias, Elysia, Ember, Erebus, Faye, Felix, Fenris, Finn, Gideon, Haze, Hunter, Ingrid, Iris, Jett, Juno, Kai, Kane, Kiera, Lark, Leif, Lila, Lucian, Luna, Lyra, Magnus, Mara, Marlow, Niamh, Nyx, Oberon, Ophelia, Orion, Pandora, Persephone, Phoenix, Raine, Raven, Rook, Rowan, Ryder, Selene, Shade, Skye, Soren, Storm, Sylas, Talon, Thalassa, Thorne,, Veda, Vesper, Willow, Wraith, Xander, Zephyr, Zephyrine, Zora

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Ae / Air / Airs; Astra / Astral / Astrals; Bat / Bat / Bats; Clo / Cloud / Clouds; Dark / Dark / Darks; Dusk / Dusk / Dusks; Ethe / Ether / Ethers; Gho / Ghost / Ghosts; Gloo / Gloom / Glooms; Hau / Haunt / Haunts; Mist / Mist / Mists; Moon / Moon / Moons; Ni / Night / Nights; Noct / Noct / Nocts; Phan / Phantom / Phantoms; Shade / Shade / Shades; Shade / Shadow / Shadows; Sky / Sky / Skies; Spir / Spirit / Spirits; Star / Star / Stars; Sto / Storm / Storms; Twi / Twilight / Twilights; Veil / Veil / Veils; Wind / Wind / Winds; Wisp / Wisp / Wisps

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Ghostly Specter, A Haunting Presence, A Nocturnal Flyer, A Silent Stalker, A Wraith of the Night, The Dark Avenger, The Dusk Dweller, The Ethereal Entity, The Ghostly Menace, The Haunting Phantom, The Moonlit Terror, The Nocturnal Menace, The Shadowy Apparition, The Skybound Haunter, The Spectral Being, The Starry Wraith, The Veil Wanderer, The Wisp of Night, [Pronoun] From the Night, [Pronoun] Who Flies in the Dark, [Pronoun] Who Haunts the Skies, [Pronoun] Who Hunts by Moonlight, [Pronoun] Who Lurks in Shadows

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Made for @rwuffles' 700 followers event!

Day 2: least favorite video game character (sorry for all Phantom lovers out there, i dont hate it but its definitely bottom tier)

Also tagging @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[creepywrites]

Real names

Jeff the Killer- Jeffrey woods

Liu- Liu Woods

Ben- Ben Lawman

Sally Dawn- Sally Dawn (formerly Williams)

Sam Williams- Sam Williams

Milo the Electrocuted- Milo Moretti

Lulu- Lucille Greatfield

Clockwork- Natalie Rogers (formerly Quellette)

Zero- Zero

Jane the killer- Jane Vaughn Richardson (formerly Richardson)

Mary Vaughn- Mary Vaughn

Jane Everlasting- Jane Arkensaw

Vailly Evans- Vailly Evans

Nathan the nobody- Nathan Lux

Crystal the Hidden- Crystal Lux

Eyeless Jack- Jack Nyras

Kate the chaser- Kate Hayes

Rouge- Heather Marshall

Wilson the basher- Wilson Marshall (formerly Warren)

X-virus- Cody Rogers

Lazari- Lazari Swann

Stripes- Eloise Bellarose

Kaidy- Kaidy Zalgo

Senora Zalleen- Pandora Zalleen s.

Rasika- Rasika

Nina the killer- Nina Hopkins

Puppeteer- Puppeteer (formerly Johnathan Blake)

Zachary- Zachary Gibson

Emra- Emra Aldrige

Bloody painter- Helen Otis

Suicide Sadie- Sadie nanook (formerly Bennett)

Roadwalker- Zayner Nanook

Judge angel- Dina Angela-Otis (formerly Clark)

Nurse Ann- Ann Mia

Randy- Randy Harrison

Sully- Sully Harrison

Keith- Keith Davis

Troy- Troy Green

Dollmaker- Vaughn Volikov

Svetlana- Svetlana Volikov

Vicky genocidal- Victoria Ross

Hannah the killer- Hannah Jackson

Lily Kennett-Lily Kennett

Hung iris- Iris Illman

Lifeless Lucy- Lucy Jones

Asylum Nancy- Nancy Adams

Chris the Revenant- Chris Myers

Monday Child- Christabel Smith

Laughing Jill- Laughing Jill

Laughing Jack- Laughing Jack

Toby- Tobias Rogers

Lurking Lyra- Lyra Rogers

Killing Kate- Katherine  Knight

Lost Silver- Lost Silver (formerly Hibiki)

Cata the Killer- Cata Blackwood

Rotten Abigail- Abigail Walker

The Hare- Lin Wang

The Doll- Andrea Stevens

Raven- Manon Plume

Anna Schurks- Anna Schurk

Weeping forest- Jenifer Rhynes

Nightmare Ally- Adeline Abendroth

Red Death- Sifreid Gadriel

Gas mask maid- Marion Gadriel

Tim- Timothy Wright

Jessica- Jessica Locke

Taylor- Taylor Locke

Ellie- Ellie Aimoto

Labrador- Dean Lupei

Moth boy- Benjamin Miller

Starved angel- Lyet (formerly Matthew Lyet Campbell)

Sketcher- Sakura Aki

Sarah Erickson- Sarah Erickson

Hannya- Momoko Yamashita

Rosie- Dorothy Wilder

Hunter the proxy- Ethan Wilder

Doctor Irina- Irina Kennett

Deborah- Deborah Robison

Lucy the cannibal- Lucille Johnson

Andie Rosslyn- Andie Rosslyn

[homecomingvn]

Any ideas for what a modern au would look like? Would the characters be any different do you think? If yes, how so?

I love modern au stuff, I definitely need to post some of the art I made for it at sum point :3c On to your question tho -

HENRY: Fairly similar for the most part, biggest change I can see is him being obsessed with modern technology, especially social media and the like. Big fan of tik tok for sure! For sure cried when One Direction broke up.

LYRA: I see Lyra staying the same personality wise, but instead of her trad goth look I can see her having a more mall goth look (definitely a prospect I wanna draw soon hehe). On that note, would absolutely adore Hot Topic and would probably work there!

ELIJAH: Barely any change at all if I'm being honest - still very down to earth, so much so that he'd still have a flip phone while all of his friends have smart phones. A hint of weeb - big fan of Dragon Ball Z.

SANDY: BIG GAMER - has a massive pc set up that she put together herself! Still runs DnD sessions but moreso over discord! Has a whole server for it and everything, one you definitely have a invitation too.

BONUS - NICO: Definitely a reddit lurker - always lurking in replies of anything and everything. Has sent you at least a few dozen 'kys' on twitter LOL. Would still work at a record store or something along those lines. If not that, I also see him being a bit of neet :3c

[nathantheauthor]

Originally I was going to save these and drop them as a collective 15, however instead I'm going to be dropping little tears and breakdowns for each of the first five stories to launch at random intervals. So for now, enjoy the first Arc of.... RIPPER INC.

The following Arc is intended to set up the core initial group as well as the general tone and some world building.

ARC 1; BACK IN ACTION.

CHAPTER 1: PRESCOTT DRIVE.

-the opening narration is done by Revver himself, talking about an event that we do not get to see in the main series but do eventually learn what actually happened. Establishing a sort of vaguely personal connection to the current job.

-We're given an overview of Prescott Drive and the Gent family having a game night, a hooded figure smelling of charcoal and burnt flesh lurking outside, Revver's thought continuing as he muses how this was. . . Not a pleasant night.

-we fully switch from his perspective and overview to Bethany Gent, the bright and cheerful gathering brought to a screeching halt as Jeffrey Forester smashed the window, his unique ability allowing him to paralyze most of the people with fear. You get introduced to the concept of Knightbreed, superhumans, right here.

-Jeff's ability is established to be nightmare projection, essentially allowing him to visually and audibly trap you in your greatest fears or most traumatic memories

-after her parents and brother are killed we get in intense Chase where Bethany manages to escape her hallucination, she doesn't manage to get outside without gaining a slash across the cheek giving a half smile on the side of her hair with a pink highlight.. giving her a somewhat reminiscent look of the classic Nina Hopkins.

-We get our first look at Revver, and initially we expect Beth to be the one in horror... But she's oddly relieved and Forester is in the one mortified.

-the first chapter ends with Forester taking a shot to the head and Revver bringing Beth back to his office building for protection. Ending off with a moment of a third party dragging off the "body" into the night.

CHAPTER 2: DREAM THEORY.

-taking place a couple weeks later, we're giving an opening shot of Maxwell Ferguson from his hideout in the slowly rebuilding town of Spokane (having been destroyed by Jeffrey Keaton during Wrath of Keaton).

-Beth is adjusting to her new home in the office building, staying in a room that once belonged to another victim of Forester, somebody she doesn't feel like she deserves to be in the room of.

-It is revealed to us what Ripper Inc is and that a tragedy had previously struck to destroy the original crew, Revver is actively working on putting it back together, expanding it.

-We get a teaser and foreshadowing for other classics pastas in Revver's files. The included pastas are;

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Lexx (WhisperedFaith, and by extension The Rake)

Kagekao

Ben Drowned

Jane (The Killer) Richardson

-we are trying to Maxwell with a nightmare sequence, The Smile Dog corrupting and twisting his dreams in ways that have never been seen from it before. Maxwell's long term exposure to Zalgo's creation has forced it to find new ways to try and break him.

Journeying into the rebuilt parts of town and ending up bumping into another escaped inmate from Ferguson's Ayslum... Helen Otis / The Bloody Painter while getting over the counter meds in a desperate and futile attempt to ease the demonic presence in the dreaming world.

CHAPTER 3: PRODIGAL SON.

-We open with an inner monologue from Toby, the subject matter being about loss and a desire to no longer feel the pain. Diving into a bit of how lost he felt without Lyra and dealing with the grief that plagues him from somebody we finally get a name for. Jane Phoenix, someone with ties to him, Revver AND Forester, we get the context that he had returned back to The Slender Man so he wouldn't have to grieve her death.

-We're introduced to the structure and nature of the proxies in universe, and the sinister truth that Slender is basically brainwashing and puppeteering them, removing their stronger emotions to manipulate them.

-some of the proxy dynamics are immediately established such as Tim and Brian immediately trying to kill each other for events in their pasts, as well as how protective Kate is of Toby. Kate sort of plays the role that Lyra once had for him, she serves as a sister in the neverending halls of Slender Manor.

-It is revealed that Maxwell survived his encounter with Helen, as he's now skipped town and found himself on a bus out of Oregon. Barely any money to his name, and even fewer personal belongings.

-Slender is far from the only member of his family debuted in this chapter, as a tall faceless woman watches the bus leave Oregon. The mysterious entity seemingly tracking Maxwell for unknown reasons.

-we finally get a look at what Revver is doing as we join him outside of the forest Slender has claimed as his domain.

-Revver vs The Proxies. A prolonged, brutal but non lethal fight as Revver makes embarrassingly short work of the proxies, his untold centuries of combat experience and superior speed combined lead him to take on Slender's on site proxies with a brutal combo of hand to hand combat and even going as far to break limbs and or serve tendons. Neutralize, not eliminate.

-Revver comes faces to faces with Slender, standing over the beaten and bloodied Brian (knocked unconscious with the back of his own gun), Revver showing no fear at all for his situation. Slender is internally disturbed by what's standing before him, as he sees more than just a skeleton when gazing down upon Revver. He sees... A spiritual anomaly.

-A truce between the two is formed, changing how both of them operate but allowing both to coexist for the war that is to come, a moment of the enemy of my enemy. As part of the agreement of this truce, Revver takes three of the proxies with him. Rouge, Nurse Ann... And reuniting with Toby. The prodigal son returns.

-we catch back up with Maxwell in a Colorado gas station, his faceless stalker getting closer and closer as her presence begins to slowly distort his audio logs.

CHAPTER 4: ON THE PROWL.

-the chapter opens with us getting a glimpse at the one behind the mask, with Heather reminiscing on the circumstances that lead her to become Rouge.

-We get more context and information on what Ripper Inc is from a conversation between Toby and Revver, our current main perspective character, Beth, listening in. Sure, it's all information she already knew to do its public accessibility, but, it's also establishes why the group broke up originally.

-a lot of the melancholia's cut short when Revver announces the first mission for this new version of the company, taking them out of the United States and into The United Kingdom as they set out to chase down and permanently eliminate Springheeled Jack as he reemerges in the modern day.

-as they arrive in Gloucestershire rouge's briefed that her unique talents as a proxy make her ideal for chasing their current target, her equipment tailored to agile and swift overhead movement.

-Meanwhile, we return to Maxwell on his bus trip across the states, making quite the headway to Tennessee... However his symptoms deprived body forces his eyes closed for what feels like a moment and he finds himself lost in the woods in the English countryside. In the woods he comes face to face with what he initially thought was an abandoned cabin before the light of the fire place provides a dim glow in the night. Intentions clear as the path to the door is lined with white heather on both sides. A metaphorical red carpet.

-we finally get a full proper meeting with Maxwell's stalker, This tall faceless woman in a suit that mirrors her brother's, long black hair seeming to move like additional limbs at times. She introduces herself as Cynthia, lamenting on the ridiculous pension that her siblings have for odd titles, and how she opted to pick up a human name. From Maxwell's internal dialogue we get the information that everything she says to him is entirely within his mind, total telepathic communication.

-returning back to the group in England, we are immediately greeted to a chase as Springheeled Jack evades shots at him and Rouge's attempts to catch up, his mocking laughter filling the air as he gives a demonic grin.

-the chapter ends with the chase failing and a distant view of the Ancient Ram Inn greeting our quartet of hunters.

CHAPTER 5: FAVOR.

-exploring the Ancient Ram Inn, Toby and Rouge get separated from Ann and Revver, the spirits were residing within the old buildings Halls seemingly threatened and manipulating the layout.

-Toby and Rouge find themselves in The Chapel, Toby moving cautiously with hatchet in one hand and revolver in the other, the room impossibly extended. The duo come face to face with and end up finally ending the terror of the native demons to the inn.

-Ann and Revver find themselves at The Witch's Room, getting a greeting from an old friend of Revver's. Eslpeth. The ghostly apparition manifests, sitting at one of the tables in the room with a slight smirk. We are given more information about the original Ripper Inc during the interaction.

-picking back up with Maxwell amd Cynthia, the two sitting down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, YouTube talking about the demonic dog present in his dreams with rather mysterious details coming to light.

-Revver and Elspeth begin a fortune reading, the ghosting winch using the cards provided to read the fortune of the four who have arrived, Toby and Rouge finally catching up to the duo.

-a series of cryptic but seemingly misfortunate cards are drawn, telling of many hardships in the near future. Finally, Elspeth gives themthe information they're after on the demonic terror that has begun to attack Gloucestershire. However, there is a price. She desires a favorite.

-Elspeth reviews that she tires and being bound to The Ancient Ram Inn, and that the only way for her spirit to leave these Walmarts and transition into a wandering one would be to possess or partially attached herself to a living being until she was 56 meters clear of the inn. However, there are only two potential bodies for her to hitch onto, Revver and Ann being impossibility because of their status.

-before Toby can even say anything because Rouge steps forward and finds herself temporarily possessed by Elspeth.

-we pick up with Spring-heeled Jack as he makes his way across town, his rampage leading him to an old estate just beyond the trees. His depraved laughter.

He breaks into the window, landing behind a large chair or a figure sets, the fire going out and she wishes in red drink in her wine glasses... Her eyes beginning took a load red in the dark. "It's rude to sneak up on a lady." Is the last line we get in this arc.

Join me probably later this week for a break down and teaser for the second arc of RIPPER INC...

Join me soon for...

NIGHT KIN.

[moltenwrites]

ANAGRAM TAGE GAME 1

Thanks @noxxytocin for the tag

This game is simple, each person has Ana anagram and has to share a bit of writing that starts with each letter of the word

My word: PALE

Yours: SPENT

P - Prasad did not back off. He pointed the blood stained sword at Salazar's neck. As Salazar began to stand, Prasad muttered a single word filled with the terror of a man who is seeing his worst nightmare come to life. ” What? “ He tried to compose himself, throwing a quick stab towards Salazar yet again. Now being in reality, Salazar was prepared to dodge. He flung his body to the right, only the wind created by the momentum of the blade touching him. Salazar silently glared at Prasad, his blade piercing through the wood of the display. “ Why do they always do this? “ Salazar grumbled.

A - A comfort that was familiar, a comfort that had been missing. Res’ eyes shot up. His head soon followed as he looked at the source. Lyra lay on his side, sleeping peacefully. His heavy breathing slowed to a slow, relaxed flow of acceptance. He smiled lightly. He took care to put her on the floor lightly, not disturbing her slumber. He quietly lurked to the bedroom and grabbed the pillows and blanket. He carefully placed them on Lyra. After he ensured she would sleep well, he readied himself for the day. As he was doing this, he thought of the night before. It was a quiet night. A few stories were shared, words of anger were spoken by Res, but overall it was silent.

L - “ Let us go see him. '' Nelios glanced nervously at Raven. Raven mirrored the nervous look. The men lead Salazar to the front of the bar. The walk to the bar was a far cry from the first time the men had been there. Instead of the cheerful dancing, dread filled the air. As soon as a person's eye caught Salazar they stopped their activity and stared. Salazar did not acknowledge these looks

E - Even through the hood's concealing shadow, the orange eyed man’s face showed visible discomfort. He shook his head and nodded, opening the door for Dimitri. “ Good, I was about to let myself in. “ He slipped through the opening provided, using his wide shoulders to stop the man from getting too good of a view of what had occurred outside. Dimitri shut the door behind himself. The orange eyed man stayed behind Dimitri, eyeing him wearily. Dimitri stomped forward and sat at the chair opposite of Izidor.

As always, this is all a work in progress, it’s all subject to change and all that. Thanks for reading!

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( also quick note, as to not flood you guys, I’m not going to tag for the rest of the anagram games that I have built up )

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[eclipian]

Midwest Angelica please and thank you!!🙏🙏

Midwest Angelica Keyword Headmate

pt: midwest angelica keyword headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

apart of the analog horror keywords

divider credit + picrew credit

“ Corpse from the Cosmos”

Name: Star , Starr , Lynx , Serpen , Serr , Lyrae , Lyre , Corvus , Corvu , Core , Virgo , Virge , Minore , Octans , Octan , Cain , Abel , Azle , Azazel , Fallen , Pseudo , Saint , Grave , Plague , Lurk , Nero , Piso , Lucan

Age: Ever Fluctuating , Cosmochro , Synchroflux , Zombieachronal

Pronouns: They/Them, Th✦y/Th✦m , Th☆y/Th☆m , Th*y/Th*m , Th⭐️y/Th⭐️m , Tape/Tapes , Film/Films , Broad/Cast , Corpse/Corpses , Cosmo/Cosmos , Dead/Deads , Space/Spaces , Alien/Aliens , Horror/Horrors , Analog/Analogs , Dis/Distort , VHS/VHSs , Foot/Footage , Lost/Losts , Dread/Dreads , Fal/Falce , Holy/Holys , ☆/☆s , ✦/✦s , ⭐️/⭐️s , 🌟/🌟s , ✨/✨s , 💫/💫s , ☄️/☄️s , 🌙/🌙s , 👽/👽s

Gender: Genderflux , Corpsegender , Corpsething , Corpseraised , Coseldrunholine , Infinirotic , Cosmicgoric , Horrorcosmium

Attraction: Pan , Sensual Attraction , Cogsagacity Attraction , Lupithestic Attraction

Other IDs: Aldercorpse , Mortivior , Bloodvior , Corpsepersepsque

Species: Human , Eldrorian

Role: Debugger , Fear & Panic Holder

Aesthetics: Spacecore , Science Academia , Labcore , Analog Horror , Digital Horror

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tagging: @bahtive

[kanekoii]

So...I was lurking around the deep depths of Aster clips...and ahahah...

No thoughts only Yandere Aster. Okay it was specifically this clip: https://youtu.be/vPdZAXOj3Pg?si=KcVVE5f2IJwsPE7F

Now here me out,it got me thinking....what would a yandere Selen and Aster be like...? Mehehehehehehe!

🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖🥖

lyra’s notes -> HELLO IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT LIKE SHDHFHJRJRJFFF YANDERE ASTER AND SSLEN HELLO IM HERE TO SPREAD THE YANDERE NIJIEN ADGENDA

pairings -> yan! aster arcadia, yan! selen tatsuki x gn! reader

genre -> scenario, headcanons

song -> dance! till we die - 6arelyhuman

warnings -> yandere, blood, violence, a little stalkholm (is that even how you spell it)

ASTER ARCADIA ->

god the turn from such a sweet boy to his more depraved and obsessive side. he’s so sweet to everyone until they get just a little too close to you, next thing they know they’ll be bleeding out on the cold ground. the poor person who got too close to you, their last breaths would be filled with regret and their rapidly darkening vision filled with his dark and almost dead-looking eyes. his normally bright eyes were dark and lifeless as he stared at the body of his latest victim. and you barely even noticed him as a friend, let alone as a partner. you weren’t nearly as in love with him as he was with you. yes, he was your boyfriend, but he needed to prove just how much he loved you by making anyone too close “disappear”.

maybe one day he’d get fed up with it, taking his handcuffs and putting one side of it tightly on your wrist, the other to a bed frame or table just so you can’t get away from him. forcefully feeding you and kissing you when you give in a cooperate with his deranged wishes. and yet you still loved him, maybe more than before.

SELEN TATSUKI ->

much less openly violent than aster. she isn’t going to hurt people, but rather she’s going to make the people close to you cut you off one by one. when you come running other crying and looking for comfort, she’ll be there. as you slowly get closer to her, she’ll confess her undying love for you. of course, she won’t confess to making everyone cut you off for the purpose of you being hers and hers only. that would probably make you not want to be with her, so your girlfriend keeps quiet about that. sometimes she snaps and hurts someone, but it’s never really life threatening. and you can bet their life will be threatened if they ever tell anyone it was your girlfriend.

she’s so sweet and adorable the thought that she may be doing these things behind your back never even crossed your mind. she loved you, so naturally she wants you all to herself. and if anyone was to get in the way of that, well, let’s just say they ended up in the hospital.

[earthtocaptainsky]

Inktober day 21: Darkness

I’ve very much enjoyed playing Lyra on Siege SMP. I wanted to really act, not well as I’m not an actor, but as someone who was distinctly not me. Lyra got a voice and everything. I try my best at the acting and while I may not be some acting genius I certainly have a lot of fun being more eccentric than I already am with a fair bit of fake overconfidence. Though, the gap between what Lyra can do and what they claim to do is slowly closing. All according to plan, naturally. Even so, Lyra remains affected by the past. Even the brightest explosion leaves a blackened ash stain. Who knows what darkness lurks behind my beloved character? I’ve alluded to it a few times already. I’m very excited to continue the story and let you unravel my little mysteries Crew!

[tismcosmology]

hello tumblr welcome to my humble studyblr

im lyra, and after many years of lurking i am actually blogging on the blog website. insane

Academics:

im in my first year of physics and astronomy (BSc) with a minor in biophys

aiming for a phd in cosmology! probably in something to do with black holes, agi / quasars, or galaxy evolution

considering a masters in biophys. I really like quantum biology

i have a college diploma in pre-med :>

About me:

canadian 🇨🇦 ! and bilingual even if i never get to use it lol

trans masc (he/they) and somewhere on the aroace spec

I have a pet rabbit!

I have. so many special interests in the sciences. far too many to list here. so go look at the post I made that has all of them :)

[creepywrites]

Diseases, disorders and disabilities

Jeff the Killer- depression, PTSD, Leukaemia, sadism, ADD, bipolar disorder

Liu- severe depression, c-PTSD,

Ben- anxiety, severe depression, autism,

Sally Dawn- PTSD, anxiety, severe depression, selective mutism

Sam Williams- c-PTSD, severe depression

Milo the Electrocuted- bipolar disorder, PTSD, sadism, ASPD

Lulu- c-PTSD, anxiety, Heterochromia

Clockwork- c-PTSD, bipolar disorder, anxiety

Zero- ADHD, schizophrenia, c-PTSD, bipolar disorder, amnesia

Jane the killer- depression, PTSD, bipolar disorder

Jane Arkensaw- depression, PTSD, schizophrenia, anxiety, DID

Vailly Evans- social anxiety, PTSD, Piebaldism, severe depression,

Nathan the nobody- schizophrenia, c-PTSD, severe depression, ASPD

Crystal the Hidden- severe depression, c-PTSD, selective mutism

Eyeless Jack- PTSD, depression

Kate the chaser- c-PTSD, severe depression, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease

Rouge- schizophrenia, c-PTSD, sadism

Wilson the basher- sadism, PTSD

X-virus- PTSD, ADHD, ASPD, depression

Lazari- severe depression, anxiety, c-PTSD

Kaidy- c-PTSD, anxiety, severe depression

Rasika- PTSD, depression

Nina the killer- ADHD, depression, schizophrenia, c-PTSD, BPD

Puppeteer- severe depression, PTSD, bipolar disorder

Zachary- depression, c-PTSD

Emra- c-PTSD, depression, anxiety

Bloody painter- c-PTSD, depression, bipolar disorder, ASPD

Suicide Sadie- anxiety, anorexia, c-PTSD, depression

Roadwalker- PTSD, depression

Judge angel- schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, depression, c-PTSD,

Nurse Ann- sadism, bipolar disorder, PTSD, severe depression

Randy- depression, ADHD, PTSD

Sully- Panic Disorder, depression, c-PTSD, autism, optic nerve hypoplasia

Keith- depression, PTSD, ADHD

Troy- bipolar disorder, depression, dyslexia

Dollmaker- schizophrenia, c-PTSD, depression, ASPD

Svetlana- c-PTSD, panic disorder, severe depression, social anxiety

Vicky genocidal- PTSD, bipolar disorder, survivors guilt, panic disorder, insomnia, depression

Hannah the killer- PTSD, insomnia, narcissism, depression, ASPD

Lily Kennett- PTSD, insomnia, depression, amnesia, bipolar

Hung iris- PTSD, social anxiety, severe depression

Lifeless Lucy- PTSD, sadism, severe depression

Legless Eliza- social anxiety, severe depression, amnesia, c-PTSD

Mucky Child- c-PTSD, severe depression, selective mutism

Lacy Morgan- c-PTSD, severe depression, sadism

Asylum Nancy- ADHD, schizophrenia, sadism, PTSD

Chris the Revenant- schizophrenia, ADHD, ASPD, sadism, c-PTSD

Monday Child- ASPD, PTSD, severe depression

Laughing Jill- PTSD

Laughing Jack- c-PTSD, sadism

Toby- CIPA, Tourette Syndrome, c-PTSD, Amnesia, ADHD, BPD, ASPD, severe Depression, selective mutism

Lurking Lyra- c-PTSD, severe depression, ADHD

Killing Kate- c-PTSD, anxiety, schizophrenia, depression

Lost Silver- c-PTSD, severe depression, anxiety,

Cata the Killer- schizophrenia, depression, bipolar disorder, BPD,

Oliver Henderson- FASD, PTSD, severe depression, amnesia

Rotten Abigail- social anxiety, severe depression, c-PTSD

The Hare- schizophrenia, severe depression, PTSD, Panic Disorder

The Doll- c-PTSD, anorexia, severe depression, amnesia

Raven- c-PTSD, severe depression, Amnesia

Anna Schurks- Amnesia, severe depression, anxiety

Weeping forest- PTSD, severe depression

Nightmare Ally- amnesia, c-PTSD, Schizophrenia, BPD

Red Death- amnesia, c-PTSD, depression

Gas mask maid- c-PTSD, Pneumonia, depression

Tim- c-PTSD, severe depression, anxiety, survivors guilt

Jessica- c-PTSD, severe depression, panic disorder, survivors guilt

Taylor- depression

Ellie- bipolar, BPD, PTSD

Labrador- PTSD, insomnia

Moth boy- Paget's disease of bone, severe depression, social anxiety, PTSD

Starved angel- insomnia, severe depression, Malaria, Hepatitis B, Tetanus, Scabies, albinism, anemic, retinitis pigmentosa

Sketcher- severe depression, PTSD, anxiety, insomnia

Sarah Erickson- PTSD, frostbite, depression

Hannya- depression, bulimia, sadism

Rosie- depression, anxiety, PTSD

Hunter the proxy- depression, mute, deaf

Doctor Irina- depression, c-PTSD

Deborah- severe depression, c-ptsd

Lucy the cannibal- PTSD, depression

Andie Rosslyn- severe depression, PTSD