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Bunny

Mike Schmidt x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: !!ǝɯ dlǝɥ 'ououou ˙ǝsǝɐld 'ǝɔɐld sᴉɥʇ uᴉ ,ǝɹǝɥ ǝq oʇ ʇsoddns ʇou ɯᴉ !dlǝɥ ǝsɐǝld ǝuoǝɯos (𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈, 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳, 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁) 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, blurb, violence, themes about murder, chasing, blood, death, bad ending, creepy images, heavy themes, dismemberment, reader gender is not specified, use of Y/N, your surname is Torres, investigation. (Please, if you're so sensitive, i ask you not to read this. Thank you.)

𝐀/𝐍: Just to say that I love FNAF in all its beauty and ugliness. If the images or themes disturb you, I ask you please not to read. Got inspired by Battington's video called "BUNNY BUNNY BUNNY", you can find on youtube. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy this one! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

PLAY ➤ 19 / 11 / 1997

You ran as fast as you could, your breath was short and your tears did nothing but fall. He was behind you...

A large yellow rabbit was chasing you throughout the pizzeria trying to kill you. You entered one of the rooms decorated for a birthday, but now full of cobwebs and dust due to abandonment.

You were an investigator. You had been working with the police for years now due to your young age, but you were the best they could find.

One day you learned of the big scandal that happened in Freddy's pizzeria: five children who disappeared and were never found. When the disappearance of the little ones was reported, panic broke out. The parents were desperate and the police found something that also destabilized the police force. From the security cameras it turned out that someone from the staff, disguised in an animatronic suit, took the children into an abandoned room and then emerged from it with a knife.

So the conclusion was reached that the children did not disappear, but were killed by someone who worked at Freddy's. Unfortunately, however, even though it was defined as a case of murder, the children's bodies were never found again and after various investigations, nothing more has been heard. The owners of the place, then realizing the bad reputation their pizzeria now had, decided to close and abandon their plans. You were sorry. When you met one of the owners you could see that he was a good man. His desire was to entertain children with his new robotic projects, idealized something that would also make adults happy, entertaining them properly.

But you couldn't lie that he didn't care about the people he hired. He was a good person, you could see it. But perhaps too good to unknowingly hire an assassin. The other one, well you rarely saw him, he spoke to the police several times but you never spoke to him directly.

They immediately hired you to investigate the case and find the possible killer from Freddy's pizzeria. You were happy to be able to participate in this investigation, it seemed like a difficult task and you liked challenges. Every night you went there together with the local night guard. His name was Mike.

You had met him for the first time right in front of Freddy's. He desperately needed a job to support him and his little sister Abby, and they offered him a job as a night guard.

He was a good boy and did everything for his little sister, and it made your heart melt. Every night you met there. He did his job and you did yours. You told him about the case and he even offered to help you. Not that he was a real detective but he said he would do the bare minimum even if he didn't have the right skills.

You were getting closer and closer and you couldn't lie that deep down you didn't mind him. He was handsome and determined when he wanted to be, even if he seemed a little impassive, in reality he was a real big boy. He was young too, so it was fine. Hand. You couldn't think these things at work!

After at least four nights of investigation, you found that the abandoned robots in the pizzeria seemed to still be working, and even more shocking: you found the killer's suit, a yellow rabbit, now dirty and dusty. You wasted no time recording this on your video camera so you could have proof to show your superiors. You had quite a few recordings where you talked about what you had found and what was still happening in the pizzeria today.

The electricity was still there and every now and then it gave some problems to the robots which every now and then started singing without you or Mike doing anything. Noises roamed the place, and what was even stranger were the songs that occasionally played on the speakers. Mike thought for a moment that the place was haunted, but you didn't believe in such things. You found that there was a malfunction in the robots, now abandoned, and the same thing in all the electronic objects in the place.

That night. The fifth night. You accessed your camera again as you set out to reconnoitre the place, while Mike was at his usual desk checking the cameras.

Everything was going well. You were double-checking where you had already been, so you wouldn't miss any details.

You were calm until you summarized everything you had found. The children were taken to a room, an abandoned room where only the staff could enter. When you went in there you found an uncleaned dried blood trail behind a box with various wires and mechanical tools. It was very hidden, and it was understandable that they hadn't found it. But you found nothing else.

What the police kept asking was "What's still in that room?" But the real question you actually asked yourself was "Why did he kill there? But moreover, where did he hide them?" If your killer was an intelligent person he surely thought of a place where no one would look...

Exact.

There was no need to focus on the room where the murder occurred. Because the place had been cleaned even if it left a small stain, a sign of haste and distraction for having hidden it behind a box. But rather the bodies of children, so that we could begin to carry out accurate analyses.

So, if you were a murderer, where would you hide bodies as small as those of children? Where no one would have suspected finding them in that exact spot?

You turned to the three main animatronics: Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. Then you looked at the one placed a little further to the left, in pirate cove: Foxy. You had an idea, but you hoped it wasn't right. You approached Freddy the bear, walking slowly with anxiety rising to your hair. The animatronic was very large, but you had no trouble opening its mouth, standing on tiptoe and bringing the camera into the bear's mouth, revealing the face of a rotting child with gouged out eyes and dismembered limbs.

At the sight of him you immediately pulled away putting a hand over your mouth. The sight had been horrible, and the image of those poor children placed inside the animatronics while the endoskeleton together with the springlocks slowly destroyed their flesh gave you shivers.

You made sure to record the thing so you could show it to the police force. Then a scream. Mike.

You ran screaming his name and the thing you saw shocked you. It was him. The yellow rabbit was slamming Mike's skull repeatedly into the desk, finally cracking it as the blood spread across the table. You screamed in fear but you couldn't let that bastard claim any more victims. You grabbed the first contending thing you found and hit the assassin knocking his mask off. You threw away the object you used as a weapon, remaining speechless, it was William Afton...one of the owners of Freddy's. You didn't want to believe it. Had the owners agreed to kill the children? Or was Afton just the one who did it by leaving his friend, not that coworker unaware of what he had done? You didn't know...but you were going to find out.

You took the camera you accidentally left on the ground, recording his face so you could have proof of who William Afton was, the killer of the five children at Freddy Fazbear Pizza.

Afton, however, was conscious and you certainly didn't knock him out. He immediately got up and there was a lot of music playing and you could hear the animatronics singing. You saw the killer put the now very disturbing rabbit mask back on and started chasing him.

You screamed and cried running towards the exit but it was strangely closed. You opted to hide, so you ran around the entire pizzeria trying to outrun the yellow rabbit. Everything that was happening was devastating and horrible, you didn't want it. Mike was dead and maybe soon you would be dead too, but you couldn't let him get the better of you, you had to avenge the children, you had to avenge Mike, and you were the only one who could do it.

But apparently in this game Afton was the winner. You were trapped. You had injured your leg during the run, and now you were limping as you headed into one of the birthday-decorated rooms. You did nothing but cry "Please..." You begged the man not to kill you while some children's music played in the background. Your back was pressed against the wall, no way out, he was in front of you, looking at you from the half-open door, torturing you as your sobs increased.

He would decide when to kill you, and when he did, he would make sure to make your death as painful as possible. The jingle made the scene creepier than ever, and you earnestly prayed for someone to come to your rescue. But no one came.

"Please no—NO!"

The camera was thrown into a remote corner of the room while strangling screams filled the room.

"Bunny, Bunny, Bunny, you're so funny with your twitching nose. Bunny, Bunny, Bunny you're so funny from your head to your toes"

STOP ➤ ERROR

Today at 7:55 am, the police were called and found two bodies in Freddy Fazbear Pizza. One of them is Mike Schmidt. Local night guard, some witnesses say that the boy should have presented himself to the police to hand over the keys to the place, which is still under investigation following the unpleasant incident that occurred years ago. The other one is Y/N Torres, an investigator sent to investigate the case further.

Their bodies were first stabbed and then crushed. The first victim, Mike Schmidt, was stabbed five times and then his skull was smashed, while the second victim, Y/N Torres, was stabbed seven times and then the killer crushed the arms and broke them.

The police searched the entire pizzeria for any evidence that could find the killer, but nothing was found. We will update you with further news on the case.

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During the Republican Era, Shen Zhiheng, a member of the Tianjin gentry who happened to be a vampire, offended the Japanese and became the target of an assassination attempt. He was saved by a blind young lady, Mi Lan, and his best friend Situ Weilian. When he went to repay Mi Lan for saving him, he discovered the terrible family situation that Mi Lan was in, and so began to pay more attention to her. Meanwhile, Shen Zhiheng’s plan to take revenge on Li Yingliang, the mastermind behind his assassination, fell short of success thanks to Li Yingliang’s Japanese superior, raising suspicions about his identity. Since then, Li Yingliang and the Japanese were in hot pursuit of Shen Zhiheng, determined to dig out the truth about his secret.

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To Li Yingliang, every word that Shen Zhiheng said lay somewhere between trustworthy and not. He was not a fool, he had his own intellect and experience, and normal lies could not fool him. However, he simply could not figure Shen Zhiheng out. At this moment, he could only play it by ear.

“Continue,” he said.

Shen Zhiheng said, “It began with my father’s generation.”

Li Yingliang eyed him. “Mm.”

Shen Zhiheng raised his hands, but because he was hindered by the manacles, he could not raise them high, and could only lower his head to press his short, messy hair back. Then, he adjusted the collar of his shirt, and straightened his back, looking at Li Yingliang.

“Looking at me now, you can probably see my father’s bearing from when he was young, can’t you?”

Li Yingliang “mm?”ed questioningly, understood at once, and could not help but twitch a corner of his mouth. “Mm.”

“Back then, he was still young, and met a confidante on the outside. Later, that woman became pregnant, and my father brought her home. I called her ‘aunt’ [1] .”

“And then?”

“And then, after some time, someone at home noticed that woman secretly killing chickens and ducks to suck their blood. The Shen family was run by an elderly lady, who was my grandmother. She was convinced that this aunt of mine was a demon, and wanted to get rid of her. My father was terrified, and didn’t dare to stop her.”

“And after that?”

“After that, my grandmother wanted to start a fire and burn my aunt and her son to death. But she failed, and my aunt escaped. She caught me and bit me.”

“She sucked your blood?”

Shen Zhiheng laughed bitterly. “I don’t know, I can’t remember.”

“How can you not remember?”

“After she bit me, I developed a high fever. I was barely conscious and almost died, and only fully recovered a long time later. During this period of sickness, I was always drowsy, and there are a lot of things that I can no longer remember.”

“Fully recovered? Didn’t you say that you got an infectious disease?”

Shen Zhiheng lowered his head, and Li Yingliang followed his gaze downwards. He saw a pair of hands that was ensnared by a pair of handcuffs, with long, slender fingers and distinct joints. This was a pair of adult male hands. But his thumbs were picking his nails; this was a young child’s behaviour.

“When I was sick…” Shen Zhiheng mumbled. “It was very painful. When it was so painful to an extreme, I drank a little bit of blood, and it made me feel a little better.”

“And you kept drinking until today?”

Shen Zhiheng raised his head and shot a glance at him, one that was full of hatred and coldness. With this glance as a point of comparison, it was then when he realised how weak and embarrassed Shen Zhiheng’s voice was just a moment ago. Even in the seconds just before Shen Zhiheng raised his eyes, he could even glimpse a fleeting moment of pain and deference in his eyes. Perhaps, the thirteen-fourteen year old Shen Zhiheng had once been this weak and embarrassed, and before becoming a bloodsucking monster, he had once been an easy-going, obedient youth.

    Li Yingliang felt a little uncomfortable. Shen Zhiheng did not answer his question, and he did not force him, continuing to ask, “Then… what about that aunt of yours and her child? Did they survive and escape, or did they die?”

“They survived and escaped.”

Li Yingliang suddenly smiled, “Your grandmother didn’t burn you as well?”

Shen Zhiheng replied, “My aunt didn’t just bite me, she attacked all the younger people in the family. But all of them didn’t live past the first high fever. I was the only one who survived.”

 At this point, he stopped, and added, “The Shen family quickly fell to ruins, and I was the only one left.”

Li Yingliang gently patted his thigh, clapping in mock appreciation on purpose, “A tragedy!”

Shen Zhiheng calmly looked at Li Yingliang. Just now, everything he said was the truth, because there was no need to lie about things that had happened a long time ago. On the contrary, doing so would risk leaving holes in history. The trick of lying was that small lies were more likely to come across as true, while big ones were more likely to come across as false.

Li Yingliang continued asking, still smiling, “If I let you bite me, will you pass your weird illness to me?”

Shen Zhiheng replied, “Try and we’ll know.”

Li Yingliang raised an eyebrow, “I don’t dare. I’ve done quite well being human. But back to the point, you can’t really say that your monster aunt harmed you. If you were still a normal man, you would’ve already died a few times over under my hands, wouldn't you?” 

“If I were still a normal man, you needn’t have bothered, I would’ve long gone off to paradise way before you were even born.”

Li Yingliang suddenly straightened in his seat. “How old are you?”

“In the thirteenth year of Daoguang [2] , I passed the first examination to be an official. I was fourteen that year.”

“Then aren’t you–” Li Yingliang counted the years with his fingers, and after muttering to himself as he calculated for quite some time, he abruptly stood up. “You’re more than a hundred?”

“Perhaps, I haven’t counted in a long time. If one neither ages nor dies, time would be meaningless to him.”

Li Yingliang looked down at the top of his head. “Ever since I found out that you really weren’t human, I feel like all the grudges between us no longer have also become quite meaningless.”

Shen Zhiheng lifted his head to look at him. “Are there grudges between us? I always thought that our relationship was very simple. It’s either you kill me, or I kill you.”

“You’re still in such a leisurely mood to argue with me? From what you looked like just now, I thought you might have actually been heartbroken.”

Shen Zhiheng asked softly, “Do you need to wipe your tears?”

Li Yingliang’s eyes were red and tears shone in them. It was not because he wanted to cry, but because when he saw Shen Zhiheng, his insides burned, whether out of anger or exhaustion he did not know. In any case, how this was reflected on his face, was as red eyes.

“You don’t need to worry about my eyes.” Opening his suit, he stuffed his hands into the small pockets of his satin vest, posing as if he were Napoleon. “You’d better think about your own future!”

Then, he turned around and walked towards the window in the ceiling. “Today’s interrogation ends here, you’ll get a proper meal in a while.”

After Li Yingliang climbed up the ladder and returned to the surface, the soldiers kept the ladder and locked the window at once.

Li Guisheng was in charge of Shen Zhiheng’s meal, while Li Yingliang busied himself with reporting to Yokoyama Akira. Ever since witnessing the long face-to-face talk between Li Yingliang and Shen Zhiheng, Li Guisheng realised that the one surnamed Shen did not seem to be some wild and crazed demon, giving the appearance of a very respectable and cultured man instead through his actions and words. He was no longer as afraid of him as before, and even dared to say a few words to him. Completely at ease, he was no longer that scared.

Holding a small bucket of fresh blood as he descended into the water dungeon, he walked in front of Shen Zhiheng and asked, “Do you still recognise me?”

Shen Zhiheng looked at Li Guisheng, shaking his head.

Li Guisheng said, “That night, I was the one who shot you. Do you remember?”

Shen Zhiheng “oh”ed, “I remember, it’s you. Li Yingliang seems to trust you a lot.”

Li Guisheng replied, “I’m loyal to the chairman, of course he trusts me.”

Shen Zhiheng continued to ask, “You look very young, how old are you this year?”

Li Guisheng was a little confused, but also a little wary. “Twenty-five. Why?”

“That night, I saw how decisive and quick you were. I thought you were a seasoned fighter with a lot of experience.”

Li Guisheng did not say anything, but in his heart, he thought that Shen Zhiheng had quite a good eye.

Shen Zhiheng suddenly changed the topic, “Under Li Yingliang, how much can you earn a month?”

Li Guisheng was now completely confused, looking at him without saying a word. So, Shen Zhiheng continued, “Don’t be mistaken, I saw that you have both skills and guts. One day, in the future, if you want to settle down and have children, and want to switch to a steadier line of work, you can find me. I’ve always lacked someone in my staff like you.”

Li Guisheng could not help but ask, “On what basis do you think that you can get out of here alive?”

“In the beginning, the Japanese wanted to kill me because I wasn’t willing to cooperate with them. It’s very easy to solve this problem. It’s no big deal, I’ll just cooperate with them.”

Li Guisheng thought that Shen Zhiheng was too positive; who wanted to cooperate with a vampire?

Kuroki Rika said that Shen Zhiheng was a vampire; this revelation had spread secretly among the men, and just like the other onlookers, Li Guisheng was now certain about what species to label Shen Zhiheng as.

The Japanese soldiers on the ground once again raised their guns and aimed them at Shen Zhiheng, while Li Guisheng bravely stepped forward and removed those chains and handcuffs from Shen Zhiheng.

Shen Zhiheng stayed completely still. When Li Guisheng climbed up the ladder, he finally walked to the small bucket and squatted down, lowering his head and gazing at the dark red liquid in the bucket.

There was one good thing about being imprisoned, it was that he could make use of the opportunity to eat till he was fully satiated. His wounds were healing rapidly, and before long, he would be able to escape once again.

Shen Zhiheng drank all of the fresh blood in the small bucket, and then descended into a deep slumber.

When he woke up, he was wearing the handcuffs again, because Li Yingliang had returned, “descending into the mortal realm” for a second time.

Li Yingliang had changed into a striped brown suit that was of a thinner material; evidently, the weather outside was good and sunny. He sat down in front of Shen Zhiheng and crossed his legs, raising his head as he dropped his eyelids, looking at Shen Zhiheng with disdain for the second time.

Thinking that he looked just like a fighting cock, Shen Zhiheng smiled at him. Li Yingliang’s face changed in an instant, but after that, it still returned to its original aloofness.

His voice was equally laconic and cheerless, “Why are you smiling? Is there something wrong with your head?”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you so full you can’t think straight?”

The smile disappeared from Shen Zhiheng’s face. “Did you come down here just to scold me?”

“Can’t I?”

“Of course not.”

“I’m precisely here to scold you, what can you do about it? You’re not even human. If spoken highly, you’re a monster, if spoken simply, you’re just an animal, no different from the wild cats and dogs on the streets! Laugh, laugh, why are you laughing? Am I very funny? Did I fucking owe you in my previous life that you have to laugh at me like that in this life?”

Shen Zhiheng shook his head. “Unreasonable.”

Li Yingliang stood up with his hands akimbo, taking in a deep breath. Whatever he hated would come true, the thing he most hated was Shen Zhiheng’s smile, and as soon as Shen Zhiheng saw him, he had shot that grin at him. Fuck!

“The commissioner,” he calmed down, and went straight to the topic, “wants you to undergo a check-up by the organisation’s medical team. They’ll draw and test a bit of your blood, and then check your eyes and teeth or something. Anyway, the medical team is not large and they do not have much equipment, they’re not capable of running too complicated tests.”

“This kind of check-up is meaningless.”

“The commissioner already knows that even without you saying it. But we still have to do the tests, we can’t skip this procedure.”

“And then?”

“What ‘and then’?”

“Do you intend to rear me for good? Or kill me? Or release me?”

Li Yingliang’s eyeballs rolled for a while beneath his eyelids, brimming with a considerable amount of defiance as they rolled towards Shen Zhiheng.

“Does this have anything to do with you? We’ll do whatever we want to do, you just have to deal with it!”

Shen Zhiheng noticed that Li Yingliang was particularly angry today; it was not that he was bearing a grudge, he was purely angry at him. He really did not know how hateable that smile of his was. In any case, Li Yingliang was so angry his eyes had gone red again.

Li Yingliang was like a mad dog. After barking for some time in the water dungeon, he climbed up to the surface and called the military doctor over.

Shen Zhiheng thought that before the military doctor arrived, Li Yingliang would once again tie his arms behind his back and the rope around his neck, all while he was surrounded by rifles.

However, contrary to his expectations, Li Yingliang opened the window and put the ladder down, lying at the window and calling, “You, come up.”

Shen Zhiheng walked to the ladder and raised his head to look up at him.

Li Yingliang, with his hand wrapped around the frame of the window, said expressionlessly, “I’m doing this because I trust you and treat you as a person. If you’re ungrateful and want to escape, then go ahead. We’ll just all die together.”

Then, he retreated, and Shen Zhiheng raised his legs and climbed up the ladder. When he climbed out of the window, he turned his head to look at that water dungeon, and then turned back to the front to face Li Yingliang. Previously, in the water dungeon, when the two of them were seated opposite one another, it didn’t matter. But now that they were standing opposite one another, Li Yingliang realised just how tall Shen Zhiheng was; he actually completely suppressed his own aura.

He waved at a bench against the wall, saying, “Sit.”

Shen Zhiheng walked over barefoot and sat down, while Li Yingliang stood where he was. They were completely surrounded by fully armed Japanese soldiers as well as his own Chinese secret agents. Their guns were all loaded, ready to turn Shen Zhiheng into pâté at any moment. Shen Zhiheng looked like he understood the situation, but…

As for the contents after that “but”, Li Yingliang did not have the time to continue thinking about it, as the military doctor had arrived.

The military doctor drew Shen Zhiheng’s blood, and checked his teeth and eyes. He got Shen Zhiheng to stand up, removing his clothes and looking at his skin, and then probed his bones and joints from head to toe. As the military doctor was doing his check-up, a few soldiers brought over a large machine, moving it into an empty prison cell. This was the X-ray machine that Yokoyama Akira had somehow obtained.

This machine could only be operated in a dark room. When the military doctor was done with his inspection, the machine had yet to be fully set up. He went over to help, and Shen Zhiheng sat down alone, lowering his head as he buttoned his shirt one by one. As he continued buttoning, he looked up and saw Li Yingliang in front of him.

Li Yingliang sat down on the other end of the bench.

Shen Zhiheng lowered his head and continued buttoning his shirt. Li Yingliang, on the other hand, appeared to have just emerged from a deep thought.

He said slowly, “It’s actually extremely risky for me to sit down beside you like that, because perhaps, you might not really care about us dying together. Besides, you can’t die easily either.”

 Shen Zhiheng put his hands down, twisting his head to look at him, “Are you scared of me?”

Li Yingliang looked to the front, mumbling as if he was speaking to himself, “My fear of you is like my fear of lions and tigers. You’re not human, no matter how formidable you are, you’re nothing more than a wild beast. You should be sad for yourself.”

“I’ve gotten used to it, I’m not sad.”

“It won’t end well for you. When lions and tigers stumble into the human world, what awaits them is either capture and enclosure in menageries, or death. Really, it won’t end well for you.”

“You just scolded me for no reason, and now you’re starting to curse me. Next, are you going to serve me with torture?”

“You deceived me, you wouldn’t be wronged if I tortured you.”

Shen Zhiheng laughed audibly, going “ho ho”, and sounding a little foolish. “Have I ever deceived you? I remember we didn’t interact much in the past, have I lost my memory or did you remember wrongly? When did I deceive you?”

Li Yingliang actually did not detest this foolish laughter of his. He shook his head at him, replying, “I once thought so highly of you, and now you’re telling me that you’re not even human, if this isn’t deceit, then what is it?”

Shen Zhiheng stopped smiling. “I really can’t refute that.”

Li Yingliang suddenly turned to face him. “As a vampire, you have to keep hiding and lying all the time, and you don’t really have any real family and friends. Isn’t living painful?”

Shen Zhiheng lowered his head, interlacing his ten fingers tightly together. Without waiting for his reply, Li Yingliang pressed on with a follow-up question, “What? Did I touch a nerve?”

Shen Zhiheng shot a glance at him, and said, “It’s very painful. But it’s alright, I’ve also gotten used to it.”

Li Yingliang noticed that he had already picked his fingernails so much that he was bleeding. Just as he subconsciously wanted to point it out to him, Shen Zhiheng unexpectedly put that bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked.

With a face of disgust, Li Yingliang realised that Shen Zhiheng had many bad habits of a young boy. He himself did not; he had become an apprentice at a tailor shop at a young age. If he had dared to play with his fingers idly, his master would have beaten him to death with his smoking pipe.

The X-ray machine was finally completely installed. A screen was lowered at the door of the prison cell, completing the set-up of the dark room. The military doctor spent quite a long time taking x-rays of Shen Zhiheng, and after another round of hullabaloo, he left together with the machine.

Everyone in the dungeon, from the Japanese soldiers to the Chinese secret agents, were all very satisfied with Shen Zhiheng’s performance today. Li Yingliang left with the military doctor, continuing on to report to Yokoyama Akira. Although Yokoyama Akira was extremely curious about Shen Zhiheng, he held his curiosity back, refusing to make an appearance. Because even though Shen Zhiheng was terrifying, he was not like a lion or a tiger where its terror was clear at a glance; he had the experience and intellect of a human. When dealing with him, they could still discuss conditions and talk logically.

To dig this person’s secrets out, required outwitting him; to outwit him, required a battle of wits; to engage in a battle of wits, required leaving room for manoeuvre, one could not reveal all of their cards too quickly. So, as the highest ranked leader within the organisation, he had decided to obscure himself with a mysterious veil, assigning Li Yingliang with the task of interacting with Shen Zhiheng in-person. When Li Yingliang could no longer handle this person, he would make his glittering debut himself.

Li Yingliang said that Shen Zhiheng called himself a “victim of an infectious disease”. This gave him inspiration; if he could, he really hoped that Shen Zhiheng would become his own personal war trophy. More specifically, he wanted that disease that had changed Shen Zhiheng. But the medical equipment of the organisation’s medical team was simply too shabby, and the doctors were quacks who could only handle wounds.

The results of the quack doctor’s full-body check-up of Shen Zhiheng were akin to no results. There was nothing abnormal about Shen Zhiheng’s boy. He had all the organs a healthy human should have, and there was no tail hidden between his buttocks.

As he listened to the quack doctor’s report, besides being absolutely heartbroken, Yokoyama Akira knew that he had no other choice but to hand his war trophy over to the military headquarters. Now, he only wished that the military headquarters were cleverer than him and could make the most out of Shen Zhiheng, and not waste this precious gift from the heavens.

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姨娘 (yí niáng) is translated as “aunt” here, but in olden times, it could also refer to the concubine of one’s father.

The Daoguang Emperor, also known as Emperor Xuanzong, was the seventh emperor of the Qing dynasty. The thirteenth year of Daoguang would be the year 1832.

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

Oooh i’d love to hear a story about Rook breaking the law!

He wants to know which time? 😉 Thanks so much for the ask! I had fun writing this. 😁

From the Rook Story Time Prompts, under the cut.

“What about you, Rook? What’s the worst trouble you ever got into as a kid?” Davrin asked before taking another sip of wine. Lucanis joined them, a plate of garlic rolls in tow.

They smelled amazing, and Rook wondered how weird it would be if he called Lucanis his hero.

“I’m not sure I ever wasn’t in trouble,” Rook laughed. He grabbed a roll and took a bite. Okay, it would maybe be weird, but he didn’t think anyone who tried one of these after a night of drinking could blame him. “Lucanis, you’re my hero.”

The assassin-slash-baker just shook his head in amusement. “No getting out of it,” Lucanis said, gesturing for Rook to continue.

“Alright. Worst trouble I ever got in as a kid. I must’ve been…nine? I think nine, yeah, and I��d gone to work with my father. He had a bunch of meetings - boring even as an adult, but I think legally torture as a child,” Rook began, “so I escaped outside.”

“We were in the military district, my dad worked down there. So a lot of young people with disposable income for the first time. Lots of establishments that…catered to that.” He gave the other two men a knowing look.

Rook took a long sip of his wine. “So I was hanging around outside when the Legate and the Imperator of the city were walking by, and the Imperator’s slave was with them. He tripped, dropped something, and the Imperator decided that was deserving of corporal punishment.”

Why had the Imperator decided that? No reason Rook could discern, even now, other than that the Imperator was a dick. “Well, I knew that was fucked up. So…..” He smirked at the memory, “I decided to teach him a lesson.”

Davrin snickered and Lucanis just shook his head. “You were nine, and he was an Imperator. How did you think that was a good idea?” Davrin asked.

“I appreciate that you think I thought about it.” Davrin snorted as Rook continued. “So I stole his sword and Imperator’s badge, and ducked into the closest building.”

Lucanis raised an eyebrow as he sipped his post-wine coffee. “What did the Imperator do?”

“Shouted, chased me, the usual,” Rook said, and Davrin just shook his head.

“The usual, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m sure we’re all surprised,” Rook said. “So the building I ran into was an…entertainment venue. Crowded, a lot of books and crannies, no windows. So I managed to hide the sword and the badge before they finally caught me, dragged me outside, and handed me off to the Templars.”

“The Templars? For a prank?” Lucanis asked.

“Yeah. The Imperator didn’t have a great sense of humor. And I guess, technically, I’d broken a bunch of laws. Theft, underage in a bawdy house, he claimed it was assault for some reason…my dad let me spend a night in the jail, and the next day I learned just how many things of mine could be taken away.”

“You know, I was actually expecting worse,” Davrin mused, finishing his glass.

“Well, I learned a valuable lesson that day.”

Lucanis raised an eyebrow in question. “What’s that?”

“Don’t get caught.”

[yanderecrazysie]

just went on a nostalgia trip with Katy Perry and I found a song with so much yandere plot potential.

Yan Japan with a reader who keeps reincarnating and throughout the history she's been involved in it was always a time of violence where she always ends up becoming a hero. But due to her being a woman she's more believed to be a legend than a real person. So she's basically Link from LoZ and just like Link she had her own Zelda. At first he accepted that, if the red string of fate said they belonged together then there's nothing he can do. However the more she reincarnates for him, her beloved country the more selfish he starts to become. And it all boiled down to him promising himself:

In another life, I will make you mine.

And in the other life, he sees her again now a normal adult woman living the simple life she should've had all those lives ago. Working as a literature teacher (which lead to her unknowingly discuss about her past self) with a co-worker who also looked familiar

Her soulmate

This is such an interesting idea! I don’t know if I can do it justice, but I’ll try! I don’t know anything about Legend of Zelda unfortunately, so I don’t understand the reference, I’m sorry!  

What’s the name of that song, btw??

Title: Throughout History

Pairings: Japan x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, descriptions of death, implied murder, Japan is jelly

Summary: He’s watched you all throughout history, a silent observer. Now, he’s ready to make you his.

Your beautiful (hair color) hair laid spread like a halo around your bleeding head. Your soldiers bowed around you, crying. Thankful that you had saved them all from the rule of the evil king, distraught that you had died doing so. This moment would live on forever through history books and literature, but you’d never live to receive the glory.

From a short distance away, Japan stood with his soldiers, watching silently as his allies mourned the death of the brave woman who had led them valiantly into battle. This was not the first time he had met you.

You had once been the queen of this country, a vigilante in the dark, an assassin and, now, a war hero. In every life, you had been a heroine. Brave and selfless to a fault. 

Japan’s eyes narrowed as your husband kneeled by your side, sobbing over your broken body. In every life, there was a king to your queen- the same man reborn again by your side. Life had assigned you a partner and sidekick for eternity.

Sometimes Japan felt as though he’d been put on this earth just to suffer. To watch from the sidelines as you grew closer to another man and then died a tragic hero. No longer. No longer would he stand for this.

In another life, he thought to himself, I will make you mine.

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You stood at the front of the classroom, reading out from a book in your hand. The pale brown cover depicted a (hair color)-haired woman in armor with her hair billowing in the wind behind her. Your young students sat with raptured interest as you told the exciting tale of a woman taking down the evil king.

“Her beautiful (hair color) hair laid spread like a halo around her bleeding head. Her soldiers bowed around her, crying. Thankful that she had saved them all from the rule of the evil king, distraught that she had died doing so. This moment would live on forever through history books and literature, but she’d never live to receive the glory.” You read, eyes tearing up with emotion. You were never sure why some of these books made you so emotional. You weren’t even sure if Astrid ever existed, so why were you moved to tears over her story?

The students applauded as you ended the book, a few of them whispering enthusiastically amongst themselves. You weren’t sure whether they were excited about the book or about the approaching end of the school day. Sure enough, the bell’s ring cut through the air and the students all cheered and started gathering their things.

“Have your reports on Astrid on my desk by Friday. Have a good night!” You called out to your pupils as they left your classroom. 

From across the street, in the office building next door, Japan stared out the window, watching you sit down at your desk and pull out a red pen. You took your students’ homework from a drawer and began to grade their papers. You looked happy, a little smile tugging at your lips as you marked a 100% at the top of the first page.

It fits you. Japan thought to himself, a small smile of his own spreading across his thin lips. You always seemed so happy and relaxed, so different from the wild war hero or the dignified queen. No longer did you have so much stress and responsibility weighing on your shoulders. 

The door to your classroom opened and Japan stiffened in his seat, fists clenching a little as he saw who dared to disturb you. 

Of course, a rebirth wouldn’t be complete without your soulmate.

For now, he was simply a co-worker. You were too busy to even think of pursuing a relationship, no doubt. But that would change, Japan knew it would. It was fate, after all.

His heart twisted unpleasantly in his chest as he averted his eyes from the two of you, both having started an enthusiastic conversation. It wasn’t fair! He was doomed to watch from the sidelines again and again and he was sick of it.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. What if there wasn’t a soulmate for fate to pair you with? Would Japan be able to swoop in and save the day? Become your shoulder to cry on, then something more?

He didn’t like the idea of murder, but it was high time he took control of your fates.

You’d never be the wiser.

[asteria7fics]

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I write South Park fics and shit! Here’s what you can currently read on my ao3!

The Song of Broflovski (TSOB)

A parody/retelling of the Trojan War through the exploits of some small town fourth graders. Crass and silly and meant to closely mimic the feel of the show. Great for people who don’t like smut, but DO like toilet humor and kids that cuss!

Exactly Where I Left You (EWILY)

My take on a high school au with a little twist, complete with overly-dramatic teenaged angst, love triangles and sexual awakenings. This fic takes place within the same universe as TSOB, though that isn’t required reading to enjoy this story! Be warned though, this one does contain mild smut.

Remplir Sa Bouche (RSB)

A smut-heavy one-shot I cooked up one day, where Stan works as a private chef for Kyle and his wealthy family. This fic exists well outside of my typical universe, and outside of any concept of decency. If you dare take a bite, then I hope you’ll enjoy your meal. Bon appetite!

La Petite Mort (LPM)

The much anticipated (and equally smutty) sequel to RSB. The story of LPM was originally meant to be included in RSB, but was cut for the sake of keeping that story short. Please enjoy RSB as the appetizer, and LPM as the main course.

Momento Mori (MM)

A one-shot exploration of Kenny working as a mortician, working through regrets from his youth as he prepares the body of Butters’ father. No smut, but lots of gory details on the embalming process, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Other content:

EWILY Extras: Short stories that add to the story/context of EWILY! If you’d like to read them in chronological order, please check them out here!

You can listen to music I associate with the EWILY boys and their arcs on my Spotify!

The EWILY boys also got Pinterest boards! Featuring a WIP board for RSB/LPM (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Current WIPs:

FartGate

Avec Ses Yeux

And many more ideas currently waiting for their turn in the oven!

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Since you’re still here, I’ll share some other things about me!

I’m a double Scorpio, Aries rising and INFP!

I primarily ship Style (or Stanky if you prefer) and Bunny, but I also dabble in Bendy and Yentlman. And Creek, of course. Canon kings.

Though South Park is my primary focus, I also like a lot of other cartoons! I’m also a big fan of Bojack Horseman, Moral Orel, Clone High (the first season rip), Futurama, Smiling Friends, ATLA, Castlevania, the list does kinda go on. Feel free to chat with me about other shows!

I am also an anime enjoyer, though I don’t keep up with a lot of the modern popular shows. Hands down my favorite shows have been Ouran High School Host Club, Black Butler (the manga is better hehe), Madoka Magica, Panty & Stocking, Spy Family, Aggretsuko and Clannad!

Very casual video game enjoyer. Some of my favorite games include TFBW (obviously!! A masterpiece!!), The OG Spyro trilogy, Bayonetta, Assassin’s Creed (especially Odyssey, you KNOW I’m a Classical Greece girly), and The Sims.

I listen to just about any kind of music, but I’m especially partial to pop-punk and k-pop. My absolutely faves of all time are BTS, Twice and FOB.

I’m not afraid to block people, or tags for that matter. Won’t yuck your yum (too much) but if I don’t wanna see it, I won’t be seeing it.

Thank you for reading this long-ass post! I hope you have fun here!!

[batfoonery]

I’m sad tonight so have a stupid little headcannon of mine about how I think Damian grows up

Firstly, he cannot grow up this is Illegal that’s my spunky little guy!

But if he must (and I suppose he must)

Personally I don’t agree with DC’s tendency to make him Big n Bulky like Bruce.

Assuming Talia really did handpick certain traits, she probably would have leaned towards traits better for being an assassin. Like a more slender frame. Probably not as slender as Tim. If we chart it with Bruce n Jay being the Bulkiest and Tim being the most slim (but still very strong!) and Dick as the midpoint (aerodynamic but wider chest + shoulders) then I’d put him between Jay and Dick, but certainly a bit closer to the latter than the former.

I also am of the opinion that he’s the second most springy (flexible) after Dick.

So, I know with ballerinas the reason they have to start young is bc they have to start forming the flexible pathways (I’m not wording that right but the actual term eludes me rn) bc when you reach adolescence your joints start hardening into their final full adult spots and pathways. I’m assuming that the same applies to gymnasts.

Damian would’ve been a prime age for this development of sproingy joints. Tim and Jay were already teens, so although they have the ability to be damned good acrobats, they can’t develop the same range of motion that D & d have.

And yes, this would require developing the motions. But Damian likely already had learned techniques that required a particular level of flexibility in the LoA, and then when Dick was Batman (and in charge of training) I think he would have leaned towards more acrobatic skills. Both bc it’s useful and bc he needed a way to wear the kid out so he’d stop trying to escape and maybe take a nap for once. Getting bouncy kids (well. Not bouncy, but certainly Energized) to settle down by wearing them out by tricking them into doing cross wheels across the lawn is a classic older-sibling-stuck-babysitting tactic.

Overall this means his muscle tone would probably build in a way similar to Dick as well. Not totally the same! Part of our ability to build muscle is genetic—some of us are better at putting it in certain places than others

So where Dick’s generalized shape is like an upside-down triangle (or, if the artist is choosing to be particularly annoying about the poor guy’s rear then an unfortunate wasp figure—please that poor man’s back…. Shapely but reasonable is that really too much to ask for?) I think Damian’s thighs will be Thick like Bruce’s, making him somewhat of an hourglass (ass not as defined as Dick’s though) although the narrowest part of his waist will still only be slightly curved in (so not as severe as the description ‘hourglass’ typically invokes).

Height? No clue. Smaller than Bruce but not by much I’m guessing. Tall but not too tall and somewhat slender would probably help with assassin-ing in Talia’s eyes.

Although personally I think it would be really funny if he was second smallest (Tim reigning shorty supreme of course).

Features? No clue! Honestly kids can inherit so many potential features, who knows! I like when artists give him darker skin and Talia’s nose. But I’m biased bc I wish my skin was darker (I’m half Mexican half white and wow the pale is Blinding so unfortunately I am aware just how pale mixed children can be) and Talia is like. The hottest person in DC for me. I also like the green eyes bc it makes sense for him to have been exposed to the Lazarus pit, although I’m open to them having been a different color at birth for Angst purposes.

I just think there’s so many recessive traits that could pop up as he gets older. Or maybe he starts out being Bruce’s mini-me and then magically shifts into Talia’s boy. But I like the thought of him having something unexpected like one singular dimple on his left cheek—inherited from Martha and the Kane lineage but skipped Bruce (however Kate has the same dimple). Or maybe the droop of his eyelids recalls memories of Talia’s mother (not that Ra’s ever shared this info other than maybe once in passing when he first saw the baby).

That’s it that’s all! Agree, don’t agree, I don’t really mind either way. I just think it’s fun to think about sometimes.

[moondrop04]

This is a bit of a head-canon of mine that I have had for awhile but before team STRQ became the “Coolest team to ever graduate Beacon”, I kind of hope they were actually the “Most dysfunctional people to have ever became a team” when they enrolled into Beacon.

We all know what type of individuals they became as adults, but I think it would be a neat twist in the narrative that they were much different people back in their Pre-Beacon days.

Branwen Twins

We all know that the true reason Raven and Qrow enrolled into Beacon was because their tribe sent them to “infiltrate” the academy and learn the ways of “huntsmen”, so that the tribe would have had better knowledge to kill them.

So upon entering Beacon we can easily imagine Raven and Qrow being close guarded with one another and possibly could have looked down on other students as being “weaker” then them.

Taiyang Xiao Long

For myself I have always imagined Tai to have had been the “Fighter” of team STRQ, due to his fighting skills and physical build. As an adult he strikes me as someone who has found a certain “balance” when it comes to fighting, probably due to the experience he has gained since his Beacon days.

So….it has led me to also believe that must have been not the case when he enrolled into beacon and was still a teenager. I have a belief that Tai must have been someone who wanted to prove his strength, find the next challenge and have had a desire to become the strongest fighter in all of remnant.

I can imagine if that were the case he must have been a Hot-headed individual when he enrolled and didn’t think too much of even wanting to join in a team with anyone.

Summer Rose

Now this is a big one because there is still so much mystery into her character that it’s debatable of what kind of person she actually was, outside the stories mentioned by those that were close to her. All we know is that she was very kind and sweet to her family, was an amazing huntress and according to Qrow was a bit of a “brat” in their Beacon days.

To me……my biggest HC for Summer is that before she became the woman we presumably know of today, she was actually cold-hearted and had severe trust issues when she enrolled into Beacon.

Her family was killed at an early age, by unknown assassins, and she had been on the run ever since.

An orphan, with no where to go, learning ways on how to survive in a world full of Grimm on her own.

Activating her silver eyes at young age and painting a target on her back anytime she used them and having no idea her eyes were the reason she being targeted in the first place.

Possibly learning down the road about huntsmen academies and thinking it being a safe haven for her from her assailants.

When she came to beacon she probably had no intention of even wanting to become a huntress, and just thought of the academy as a place to keep low for a short time, until she felt it was appropriate to move on.

Her tragic childhood and upbringing left her cold hearted and in an almost emotionless state, that made her into an even more dangerous individual to anyone who would try to get close to her. Which is why she wears her hood up at all times and keep to herself silently.

So if you could imagine Summer, Tai, Raven and Qrow being what I had just described up above when they enrolled into beacon….

And eventually found themselves taking part in the team selection exam……

You can also imagine that when they first met each other, everyone around them must have thought there would be no way those 4 would ever become a “team”….

…..Until eventually at graduation those same 4 disfucfional kids became “the coolest team to ever graduate Beacon”.

What do you think? Might actually be a good backstory for team STRQ in my opinion lol.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Oooh, just go for any and all timelines you'd find interesting for the son-in-law ask? I'd love to hear any of them!

I'll just go down the line then!! :D

So, timeline 1 is canon: Galvatron and Terminus are dead long, long before Megatronus ever even meets Orion Pax. Terminus dies from infection after losing his legs in a mining accident, and Galvatron dies in the gladiator pits after a rigged match.

Timeline 2, the Destructicon timeline, Megatron dies when he's the equivalent of like. 2 months old. So that's out

Timeline 3, the self imposed exodus. Because the warframes abandoned cybertron about a 100 million years ago, Sentinel Prime was never assassin mated: i.e. he's still alive and kicking so Orion isn't ever selected for Primehood. In this one, he and Megatron don't meet until they're both far, far into adulthood--roughly where the first season of Transformers Prime starts--and ol Megs is actually in a committed relationship with someone else. Any guesses as to whom? (It's not Soundwave, though they did date for quite awhile)

Timeline 4 is where we actually get our first look at Megop! Big bad is still the corrupt Primacy and the Senate, so while Orion may never become the Prime in name, he's still a beloved leader of the resistance. Except this time 🤭 he and Megatron are on the same side, leading together as one. In this timeline, Galvatron and Terminus fled from Kaon with their sparkling after being warned of the horrible future by Galvatron-2: Megatronus and Orion met when they were children, and were close friends all while growing up. To be honest, those two were the absolute last ones to figure out they were in love: everyone and their carrier and also their turbohound knew they were going to end up together. In TL4, Galvatron and Terminus have watched Orion grow up alongside their son and are very fond of him: they're perfectly supportive of their relationship and probably also had a bet going on about how long it would take for them to realize their feelings.

Now, timeline 5... here's where we get into the really complicated stuff. In this one, the Senatorial system is abolished before war can ever break out, and that includes the Prime as a figurehead. This is a timeline where all of the civil rights issues are solved peacefully: the Matrix is returned to the gods' Acolytes for safe keeping as a holy relic, and as there's no war nor anymore Primal figurehead, the Matrix isn't called upon to take a new host.

Orion and Megatron meet when they're teenagers-to-young adults, and this is the one with the rapunzel-esque situation for Megatron. Except instead of a tower, he's kept secluded within the walls of Iacon's main Temple of Primus (it makes sense it context I swear, but that's a whole other post of its own). Galvatron keeps him confined out of fear for his life: he's lived through so many lives and has been visited by his previous selves so often it's made him incredibly paranoid and obsessive. Isolation is his greatest love: keep Megatronus away from anything and anyone that could hurt him, sequestered in one of the safest buildings on the planet. As a holy place of worship and frequented by the Chosen Ones of the gods (aka the Acolytes) the Temple is under constant watch from the Primal Vanguard. No one gets in if they're not supposed to be there. It's safe. Megatronus has never set foot outside since being brought in as a sparkling and is extremely sheltered: cue Orion getting dragged there against his will for a research project and falling helm over pedes for this pretty holy virgin type.

...Again. I promise you it makes sense in context. I'll sexualize my religious trauma as much as I want tyvm lmfao 😂

ANYWAY. The first time Galvatron meets Orion it's hate at first sight: via several little misunderstandings he thinks Orion is an invader in the Temple trying to hurt his only child and kinda goes ballistic. Even after everything has settled down and he's knows Megatron is safe, he still despises him. He wants the little upstart to stay far, far away from his baby. Wants everyone to stay away from his baby, really. No one is safe. No one can be trusted. It takes a long, long time for him to be even slightly ok with Orion's presence, and even longer for him to accept it when a relationship does bloom between them.

Terminus, on the other servo, quietly adores Orion. Megatronus really only has one friend growing up in the Temple: the only son of a rather religious Senator, little Shockwave. But he can't visit often so their boy rarely gets to speak with peers his age, and it makes him happy to see Megatronus interacting with another youngling. Orion is polite and sweet and genuinely a good kid, seeing them spend time together warms his old spark. He's really not at all surprised when Orion presents his first courting gift, and gives the young mech his blessing to pursue his only child.

Timeline 6 diverges pretty late and much of TL5's canon carries over. This timeline split comes when they're already married adults, so there's no change there

Timeline 7 is just. Universal oblivion: there is no more universe. So uh... moot point

I hope you enjoyed this! I hope I answered your question ok. I know I didn't exactly touch on High Lord Protector stuff, but honestly it doesn't ever really crop up in Hindsight. I can say, independent of timelines and individual canons, they'd be very proud to see their son ascend to such a position, but would also be scared to death. That's such a big change, after all! And a dangerous position to take on 🥺 they worry about their baby

[wolveythecat]

I forgot to post this on tumblr, but I got a bit of lore written down for a different oc of mine

Edward Holland

In the 1900s, a young Edward would be born to a poor immigrant family from Ireland, seeking a better life they would move into St. Winnsboro, Louisiana. He would live a relatively poor life. When he was a teenager, his family would go to the princess theater if they were able to scrounge up enough money to be able to go. He loved going there during his teenage years, and especially loved the comedy shows there. All good things had to come to an end as his family would move to new orleans, his father had gotten a job there. In 1914, his father would volunteer to join the military, and left his family behind. He would not return. Eventually when he finally was an adult and could make his own choices. He would move back to St. Winnsboro, Louisiana, just to see the princess theater once again, and he would even get a job there as a performer for a couple of years. When prohibition started in the 1920s, He would initially be skeptical as to the money making potential of quite a venture, but when he heard of the profits being made, he would jump all into the idea of making his own speakeasy and starting an illegal business and moved back to new orleans to start it

School Life: Edward would excel in school, and he would spend most of his day studying to his heart’s content, but usually he would attract bullies. He would fight back against them and drive them away usually. Edward would spend much of his time alone, and staying away from the other students.

Personality when out of work: He’s rather jovial, he likes to crack jokes at himself and other’s expense, he’s showy, likes to throw parties and loves getting attention.

Personality while running his speakeasy/dealing with rivals: Cold, Calculating, and he’s mostly serious(unless something he finds funny happens during it)

Business: He runs a comedy club/Theater that turns into a speakeasy during the late hours of the night, well that’s how it was initially, but as his pockets grew with the money, he was able to afford to build a second floor to his club, and would use the second floor for his speakeasy.

Business Practices: With his money, he spends a lot of it on hiring hitmen to take out his enemies, he uses his second in command, Howard Hayes, to meet with the hitmen to hire them for this job.

He would order the leaders to be brought to him personally to deal with them himself, sometimes he would even go to these assassination attempts himself, but always in the background, making sure it succeeds and usually while wearing a mask to hide his identity

Appearence:

Fun facts about Edward:

Despite running one of the biggest speakeasies in Louisiana, he doesn’t drink that much, well at least not enough to get himself blackout drunk. Edward is more partial to smoking cigars instead, having about 2-3 per day.

His favorite cut of meat is the Filet Mignon, because of how expensive and the high quality of the beef contrasting with his poor upbringing

Edward wanted prohibition to continue on, so that his way of making money would stay super profitable

Edward has scars on his arms, back and legs from gun fights that occurred in his speakeasies, barely surviving his first year of owning a speakeasy

He has defeated 2 of his rivals, one he outright killed, by poisoning their alcohol. The other died during a raid his second command led on their speakeasy, the rival was shot several times by an unnamed gang member.

STORY ONE: THE FALL OF A RIVAL

It is late in the night and Edward and his men sit at a table inside his speakeasy, sitting down at the meeting table, some of the other tables are filled with guests and the waiter is frantically moving around to deliver all of them their booze.

Edward breaks the silence at the table, “So… did you guys get the stuff, every last drop of the booze and the poison?”

Gang Member 1 says, “we got the stuff edw-”

Gang Member 2 punches him in the arm and grumbles, “You mean boss?”

Gang Member 1, “Sorry Boss.”

Edward says in a monotone tone, “ It is fine i suppose, we must not dawdle on that mistake. We have a job to do, put the poison in the rum, and not the liquor.”

The gang members would dump the entire thing of poison into the rum and shakes it wildly, one of the other gang members turn to Edward confused about why they would put it in the rum

Edward states,” it’s his favorite kind of alcohol”

the gang all nod quickly and hand edward the bottles

Edward says, “I’ll deal with the deed personally.”

Edward and the other members of the gang leave the room, only 4 members join him but they stay at a distance to not arouse any suspicion, and Edward would walk into the rival speakeasy, his tail soft swishing to his side, a stand showing a picture of the rival’s son with a name, “Charles Alden” written under it, and the son seems to pretty young, about 12 years old at the time. One of the members of the Rival gang hands Edward an obituary card.

Edward looks at the card and states, “oh no… what happened to him-”

Rival Gang Member states, “One of our rivals tried to place a hit on the boss… but little old charles was caught in the gunfire….”

Edward somberly states, “It’s always a shame when they go young…”

The rival member nods slowly at Edward and walks away, Edward discovers the gang leader “Leonard Alden” sitting at the table, all out of alcohol so Edward chooses to sit next to him

Edward states, “Hey…. how you doing man”

Leonard replies, “I feel like shit right now…”

Edward sighs… slowly placing the bottles on the counter, patting Leonard's back and says, “I heard…. You want something to drink? It’ll help you forget what just happened”

Leonard nods reluctantly, “What kind you got? Rum?”

Edward states, “I brought some, may have bought it from a rival but don’t worry, it’s at least half as good yours hehehe”

Leonard chuckles and puts down a shot on the table. Edward pours the rum into the glass and puts the bottle on the table and pours himself a glass of whiskey

Edward says, “I’m more partial to whiskey than rum but you can have your own opinion.”

Leonard downs his shot of rum and pours himself another rum shot, and quickly downs another one, this goes on for about five minutes as edward drinks his own shot of whiskey

Leonard states, “This is the good stu-”

Leonard begins to cough- holding onto his stomach, his tail swishing around wildly, his eyes wide

Edward turns to Leonard concerned, “What’s wrong? Did you drink too much?”

Half of the bottle of poisoned rum is gone and Leonard stumbles towards the bathroom, the speakeasy too busy to hear his coughing and the rival gang members too busy running the place to notice what’s going on with their leader. Edward secretly follows Leonard into the bathroom, his expression turning serious, cold and calculating at the moment

Leonard panickily enters the bathroom, stumbling onto the ground of the room, Edward locks the door behind him

Leonard fearfully states, “wh-what’s going on… I don’t remember alcohol being this strong…”

Edward states in a monotone tone, “That’s because it isn’t.”

Leonard turns to edward quickly and stutters out, “wh-what did you do?! You… you… you poisoned it?! But why”

Edward coldly states, “Because I had to.”

Leonard yells out, his breath getting heavier and heavier with every second, “But…”

He would look up to edward in shock, flashbacks of the night where his son died play in his mind, he watches as the men shoot tommy guns at his car, leaving it with many bullet holes, his attention moves to the man in the back, not shooting at aL

Leonard’s eyes widen as his voice shakes, “It was you! You did it”

Edward turns away from Leonard and walks to the door, stating coldly, “Say hi to your son”

Edward would walk out and move to blend in with the crowd, quickly making his way to the exit and leaving the place.

STORY 2: A DAY IN THE EDWARD THEATER

It's a rather sunny day out and the Edward theater is currently closed at this point. Edward organizes his cleaning people to make the theater as spotless as it can be for all of the incoming guests

Edward states, “Let's do this, and if you clean up this place in time, I will add a little bonus to your paycheck.”

This gets all of the cleaners excited as they need the bonuses for their families, and Edward grins, moving to the back of the theater. Rowan is currently looking up to the secret hatch to the speakeasy, his eyes filled with curiosity. Edward grimace, and puts his hands on Rowan's shoulder.

Edward calmly states, “What are you doing there Rowan?”

Rowan inquires, “What's up there Mister Holland?”

Edward tells Rowan, “It's nothing important at all up there, but I heard there was a stack of uneaten chocolate waffles in the break room.”

Rowan excitedly runs off, Edward chuckles a bit as the little Rowan runs off.

An hour later, the theater begins to open up, as hundreds of people begin to enter the theater, the chairs are all squeaky clean as the play begins to start

Rowan walks past Edward in his Romeo costume. Visibly excited for the play. Edward walks into the theater room and sits in the audience chairs.

Edward says, “Rowan will do good. I know it.”

The play would begin with an actor reading out the Romeo and Juliet poem.

“Two households, who are both alike….”

2 hours later the whole play ends with an ovation, Rowan stands on the stage, smiling jig as he watches the crowd. The crowd begins to move out. Popcorn, chips and soda bottles everywhere on the ground, cleaning crew moves out to begin to clean up. Rowan goes backstage and Edward follows him backstage.

Edward states to him, “I'm proud of you, you did really well today Rowan.”

Rowan, shocked, says back, “I- that means a lot coming from you Mister Edward.”

Edward says, “If you keep going like this, you'll get used to me saying this.”

Edward walks away from Rowan, leaving a bit smile across the cat's face. THE END

EDWARD PREQUAL STORY

The date of the story is 1922, Edward began his little business in New Orleans, the Edward theater, but to little success at all, with the other theaters in the area able to outperform the little theater easily. Edward is losing hope in his business, sitting at a table and brainstorming ideas.

Edward says to himself, “how- how am I supposed to make any money.” He lets out a sigh and pulls out a newspaper, scouring over it, he reads a story about a raid on a speakeasy, 156000 dollars seized and he suddenly has an idea, stating to himself, “if i get that money, i could expand the theater, make it all big and… finally make my own money.”

He stands up, he picks up his stuff and leaves the small theater, with only one light bulb, he scrounges up enough money and makes his way to a speakeasy in the night, quickly knocking on the door, and entering it. he thinks to himself, how am I supposed to get alcohol still. sitting at the bar he simply buys one whole beer and a picture of a still and makes his way back to the theater.

He sits there with the bottle and takes a couple sips of it, gagging. He says to himself, “I have to get a supplier.” The next day he makes his way south to a river and sits there until night, eventually he would see a local speakeasy owner dealing with a bootlegger, after the speakeasy owner left he would make his way to the bootlegger

Edward says to the bootlegger, “Greetings uh, do you have any more of the alcohol you so generously have.”

The bootlegger would grunt and nod to him saying, “Two casings, 3 dollars each.”

Edward would then scrounge around his pocket and pull out 6.25 dollars, handing all of it to the bootlegger and take the alcohol, walking away from the supplier yelling out a bit, “thank you!” He then runs all the way back to his theater, walking into it and placing the casings on the floor, sighing… “now how do I sell them”

He lays on the floor of the theater and yawns, closing his eyes and falls asleep. Edward wakes up on the floor and begins to make his way outside the theater, yawning big and stretching. He begins to think about grabbing himself a partner to help with the business. He begins to walk to one of his friends' houses, it’s a small little house.

He knocks on the door and waits there patiently, eventually Jonathan White makes his way to the door, his buff muscles with fluff covering around him.

Jonathan says, “Oh hello Ed, what are you here for?” Edward replies, “I have a business proposal.” Jonathan nods and curiously says,” oh?” Edward sighs and states, “It’s better if we move to a different location for this thing”

The two friends begin to make their way back to the theater and sit down in it, Edward picks up the two cases of beer, and places them on the table, his tail swishing softly to the side.

Edward says, “The only thing I can think of, is beginning our own speakeasy, and we have some strong competition, so… you in, or you out”

Jonathan sighs and nods, stating, “My family has hit hard times… I- my job isn’t paying enough, if the newspapers are right about how much money a speakeasy can make, then I’m in.”

They shake hands and begin to come up with ideas on how to promote their business without alerting the police, but then settle on the idea of camping outside an already established speakeasy and selling their products at a cheaper price than the speakeasy is able to sell.

The two friends take the table and drag it to the most popular speakeasy and place it down in front of the speakeasy, setting up a sign in front of it advertising way cheaper beer than the beer inside of the speakeasy, and initially nobody pays them any mind, until one person walks up to their table and purchases one, suddenly everyone flocks over to see it, and within two hours they have sold the entire stock and have to move back to the theater.

Edward states, “Well that went well. Tomorrow, you will go get the alcohol from the dealer. The dealer deals at the Mississippi River, you’ll just have to get there before all the other speakeasies do. I’ll stay here, make sure no funny business occurs around here.”

Jonathan would walk away, both friends would begin to sleep for the night, not much interesting stuff happens in the morning, except for Jonathan bringing a gun and placing it on the table in the theater, and finally at night, Jonathan purchases more alcohol than they had before but instead of setting up in front of the speakeasy like last time, they set up in front of the theater that night.

Edward holds the gun, he gazes into the gun as it reflects back at him, loading up the gun. He holds it at his side and sighs. He thinks about his family and what they would think of him selling booze out of his theater, then he moves to start selling all of it, handing the gun to Jonathan

The next few days of the two doing this go off without any problems, except for the occasional stalking by a dressed man with a Tommy gun at his side, watching the two prepare to sell more alcohol, and about 1 week into the stalking, the man begins to fire at the stand, Edward immediately ducks under the table but Jonathan attempts to fire back at the man, before Edward knows it, blood splatters onto his clothes, and Jonathan falls to the ground… dead. Edward’s eyes widen as he grabs the gun and ammo and books it out of there.

The man runs after him, firing his tommy gun at Edward, hitting him in the shoulder and chest, barely missing his heart, Edward runs into the forest and the man walks into the forest. Edward hides behind a tree, brandishing his pistol and waiting for the man, he shakes a bit but he breathes in and out. Anger fills his eyes as he gets out from the tree, firing several shots into the man, one hits their shoulder, one hits their stomach, and one hits them in the chest, puncturing their heart. The man hits the ground and drops their tommy gun. Edward pockets his pistol.

Edward climbs up to the theater and hides all the booze under the floorboards and reports the man to the police, telling them everything happened, except for the alcohol part. He deliberately omits that info. They launch a quick investigation into the man, with him already dead there isn’t much to investigate.

Edward returns to his theater and sits against the wall…. His gaze fixated to the floor as he growled up to the air. He angrily speaks out, “Who ordered this?! Who dared to hurt him…” he then stands up. He gets lost in thought, he begins to suspect it was a competitor who tried to end his life. He decides that he should hire someone to help him, and create his own gang to fight back against them.

Meanwhile…. William Alden talks down to his second in command, “Did you get them?” Anna Clifton replies, “One of them was killed, the other picked up the gun and shot the guy we sent.” William replies, “Never liked him anyways heh. Well they shouldn’t be a threat now.”

Edward begins to grow his business, expanding his theater from a small little shack to a whole theater with a stage, chairs, and a soda jerk. He also begins to hire gang members to defend him from any rivals.

William’s men begin to survey the area, Edward goes for a walk, leaving his pistol back at the place, he sighs to himself, thinking about how to avenge his friend before he is suddenly ambushed by the two men. They fire shots at Edward, hitting him in the other shoulder and stomach, then Edward is quickly pushed to the ground and hit on the head, knocked out by them.

Edward awakens by a river bank, his arms tied behind his back, forced to look upwards at the man who orchestrated this, William Alden. William speaks first, “You may be wondering why, why I would do all of this. You, my friend, are too big a threat to let live. And if you do live. You better quit now. Because if you don’t, I will kill your mom. I will kill your dad. And I will end your brother, do I make myself clear.”

Edward glares up to William, snarling under his breath and states, “You can’t. You can’t do that.”

William’s men begin to dump gasoline all over his legs and waist, preparing a match before throwing it onto the gasoline, fire begins to slowly creep up his legs, Edward screams out in pain as the fur on his legs begins to burn straight off.

William and his men begin to walk off, but William says one word to Edward before they walk away, “Goodbye.” Before they get in their car and drive off, believing themselves triumphant as the fire nearly gets up to his waist, but the fire burns away the restraints, Edward is able to painfully crawl his way to the river, slipping into the water to put out the flames, before quickly passing out from the pain.

Edward then wakes up in the theater, ice covering the legs to keep them cold and help him recover, laying in a bed. Some of his gang members murmur amongst themselves about what happened to their boss.

William believes that Edward died, and with their newfound confidence, while Edward is resting and recovering. They begin to expand their power south through Louisiana, most of the state’s speakeasies are under their control or working with the bigger gang. Edward’s anger begins to rise further up as he hears about their successes. He reads the Wizard of Oz seven times over the time of his recovery.

Edward and his gang begin to plot out a way to destroy William’s entire empire. Insiders infiltrate William’s gang and discover plans for a celebratory trip through New Orleans over their newfound power in the state. A knock on the door is heard and Edward answers it. A new person enters the door

The Man states, “I heard you need to find a way to defeat William Alden.”

Edward says, “…yes”

Howard Hayes states, “I am Howard Hayes, and I’ll help you, William Alden led my family to slaughter.”

Edward nods and they begin to come up with a plan, First. They secure a car. Second. They wait for William to begin his drive to New Orleans. Third, They suddenly drive after them. Finally, they will attack the car in an attempt to kill William before he arrives in New Orleans.

They begin to set this plan in motion, sitting by the side of the road, guns ready. Edward holding the pistol that was bought by Jonathan. A blank expression on his face, clenching fist around the handle of the pistol. William’s car drives by and Edward’s car fires up, driving up to William’s and the gun fight would begin, both sides would unload whole magazines onto the others, each car would be damaged significantly, but Edward’s engine is damaged and the car begins to slow down. Wiliam’s car begins to get away.

Edward climbs out the car, pulling out the pistol and aiming it right at the driver of William’s car before firing the shot, the gun breaks through the back window, hitting the driver of it, then the engine causing the car to spin around wildly as the driver jerks the wheel around when they die. The car flips out and Edward makes his way up to the car, his tail swishing around as he sees a very injured William climb out of the car. Edward simply pistol whips William, and knocks him out.

William wakes up, restrained and in the forest, with Edward standing over him, a snarl covering his face as he calmly states to William, “You are done. Finished. Your business will fall. Your son is next. I will make sure there is no trace of your bloodline. Starting with you.” A shot is heard around the area as Edward shoots a hole into William’s head.

After the death of William, his speakeasy would be weakened tremendously, as his will had stated to give his properties to his whole family, it essentially was split into three, with some going to the state itself because of the death of some of the people that he wrote down into his will. Edward would use the death of the biggest gang leader to expand his own power in southeast Louisiana, and using the newfound money to expand his theater.

THE END

A day in the speakeasy:

The Speakeasy is pretty packed at the moment, Edward is talking with some of the other patrons at the bar. Most of them are clearly very drunk

Edward takes a big sip out of his whiskey, “and then she said. Knife to meet you! And stabbed me” He pulls his suit up and shirt to reveal a minor stab wound on himself. Drunk laughter ensues and Edward grins, “loving the audience tonight, easy to tell jokes to a bunch of drunks.”

A couple of people fall out of their chairs and the background, two people kiss one another and Edward takes a big sip out of his whiskey before finishing the glass.

Edward says, “did you guys hear what happened to that irish chef… he- hehehehehh he ‘pasta-way’. Yeah, dysentery is a real bad way to go”

Heaps of laughter for a few seconds, Edward smiles and nods, “fellas, I'll be here all night, don't worry.”

A couple of hours later the speakeasy closes, hundreds of people exit and Edward stands up, clearly a bit drunk but not to the extent of stumbling, “clean up this mess.”

The two who tried to kill Rowan that night(story for another day) begin to mop up the wine and broken beer bottles strung about on the ground, Edward scoffs at them and leaves the establishment when they finish.

[livestosave]

James backstory plz.

Y'know what, ask and ye shall receive. And this ask is as good a place as any to put it! So here is a rough overview of James Ironwood's history (with links to his written-out major events on this blog)!

Please note: Much of the blog canon for this whole blog is interwoven with @brokenclockwork/@couplct, but many of those bits can be changed for the muses that are relevant.

So, let's get into it!

Early Life

James' bio parents were a traveling dust trader (mother) and a longshoreman from Argus. When they got married, his father moved to Mantle with his mother, and after failing to find work as a longshoreman, began working in the mines.

His mother traveled frequently for work, leaving James with his father.

His father was a wonderful husband, but a terrible father. Short-tempered and often frustrated from work, when his wife was not at home he was an abusive parent, emotionally and physically.

His mother died when James was about 3, and his life got much worse.

At about age 6-7, James ran away while his father was at work, living on the streets of Mantle until he was about 10.

By age 10, James was an accomplished pickpocket and small-time thief, never stealing more than he needed. He distrusted adults - especially men - intensely, and had developed the beginnings of his lifelong paranoia.

It was about then that he picked the pocket of Alfred Goodkind. Goodkind caught him, and made him a deal: go to pre-combat school at Atlas, and try to make something of himself, and he'd always have a safe place to stay.

Many shenanigans ensued.

Young Adulthood

James was admitted to Atlas' primary combat school portion two years early, at age 16.

His team was TANI (Tawny), and was made up of Teak Kirsche, Ash Amaranth, Mari Nuttall, and James. Teak was the team leader.

Near the end of second year, one of their final assignments was to track some strange beowolfs who had attacked some small outposts. The mission went horribly wrong, and James was the sole survivor. James crawled for just over a day with horrible injuries.

This event caused James to have his right arm and leg replaced with prostheses, as well as his spine, right lung, liver, and one kidney.

James continued to train as a huntsman, but he was not put on a team again. Instead, once he turned 18, he began training for the military as well.

His position as Goodkind's son certainly got him favors that he did not strictly earn himself, but his genuine prowess as a huntsman and eventually as a specialist got him very far very quickly.

Adulthood

By the time Goodkind retired (when James was in his early 30s), James was the well-accepted successor to the General's position, and enough of a well-accomplished huntsman to have earned the headmaster role on his own merits.

Made it a point to continue Goodkind's work on the treatment of faunus and the miners in Mantle. This earned him many enemies.

Due to these policies, there were several attempted assassinations on him. One of these was nearly successful, and caused him to get his heart replaced with a mechanical prosthetic.

He and Ozpin raise Atlas into the sky somewhere in his mid-30s. It was Ozpin's idea, but James was in full support.

[nintaendo]

Was just watching a YouTube video called “Reevaluating Heteronormative 'Happily Ever Afters' in Fiction” by the creator A Model Who’s Read (Rachel), and I was gonna comment there but I have a lot of feelings and it got long so here we are.

There's been a resurgence of Katniss Everdeen discourse recently, and Rachel brought her up as an example of the Happily Ever After/Pregnancy Trope being code for "the good ending" in stories with very little variation. It's something I've always felt intensely personally about, and I feel like the view shifts depending on who the reader is and what feelings they project onto Katniss, but here are mine:

As someone who also had to mother their younger siblings, I always identified very heavily with Katniss, and watching her have her own kids at the end after saying she didn't want them... confused me??? I know not everyone reacts to parentification the same, but I gave up my teenage and young adult years to fill in for my absentee parents, and as such, I feel like I've done my time already. I want to finally get to discover myself and grow and live and heal, to have those milestones and experiences that I never got the chance to because I was too busy making sure my siblings didn't starve to death or fall down the stairs or what have you.

I understand not everyone has that takeaway, but I think part of the reason Katniss's ending never sat right with me is that we never got to see her heal. She endured some of the worst trauma a person possibly can in rapid succession. Dead father, traumatized absentee mother, parenting her younger sister who died so it didn't even fucking matter, surviving the Hunger Games twice, murdering other humans both in the Games and in the war, enduring the culture shock of overnight celebrity, losing her best friend at nearly the same time as her sister, assassinating a president, and having little to no support structure to help her through any of it because she really didn't have any friends outside of Prim, Gale, and Peeta.

We never got to see her heal. We never saw therapy, or hard-won peace, or the backslide that always happens but we keep moving forward regardless. Instead we got a summary. We learned that Peeta is still dangerous and not in his right mind. We learned that Katniss is tired. And we learned that she had kids, and since she had kids that must mean she's fine, right? That's her reward, right?

To me, that sounds like a horror story. To me, that sounds like Katniss will never be allowed to live for herself. To me, that sounds like trying to fill the lives of others from an empty glass. To me, that is the Tragedy of Katniss Everdeen, the Girl on Fire, who burned herself at both ends to save everyone else.

[bewitchingbooktours]

Kiss of Blood and Sin by M Guida - Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Dark Cherry Blood Pastries

These Dark Cherry Blood Pastries are perfect for Halloween, combining the tart sweetness of dark cherries with a buttery, flaky pastry. The rich red color of the cherry filling gives a fun and eerie twist, making them a delightful treat for humans at your Halloween gathering. Enjoy the hauntingly delicious flavors as you celebrate the spooky season!

Ingredients:

• Pastry Dough:

2 cups all-purpose flour

1/2 cup unsalted butter, chilled and cubed

1/4 cup granulated sugar

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup ice-cold water

• Filling:

 2 cups fresh or frozen dark cherries, pitted

 1/4 cup granulated sugar

 2 tablespoons cornstarch

 1 tablespoon lemon juice

 1/4 teaspoon almond extract

• Topping:

1 egg, beaten (for egg wash)

1 tablespoon granulated sugar (for sprinkling)

Instructions:

1. Prepare the Pastry Dough:

-In a large mixing bowl, combine the flour, sugar, and salt.

-Add the chilled butter cubes and use a pastry cutter or your hands to mix until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

-Gradually add the ice-cold water, one tablespoon at a time, until the dough comes together.

-Form the dough into a ball, wrap it in plastic wrap, and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes.

2. Prepare the Cherry Filling:

-In a medium saucepan, combine the cherries, sugar, cornstarch, lemon juice, and almond extract.

-Cook over medium heat, stirring frequently, until the mixture thickens and the cherries release their juices (about 5-7 minutes).

-Remove from heat and let the filling cool completely.

3. Assemble the Pastries:

-Preheat your oven to 375°F (190°C) and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.

-On a lightly floured surface, roll out the chilled dough to about 1/8-inch thickness.

-Use a round cookie cutter or a glass to cut out circles from the dough.

-Place a small spoonful of the cherry filling in the center of each dough circle.

-Fold the dough over to create a half-moon shape and press the edges together with a fork to seal.

4. Bake the Pastries:

-Place the pastries on the prepared baking sheet.

-Brush the tops with the beaten egg and sprinkle with a little granulated sugar.

-Bake in the preheated oven for 20-25 minutes, or until the pastries are golden brown.

5. Serve and Enjoy:

-Allow the pastries to cool slightly before serving.

-For an extra spooky touch, drizzle with a bit of red icing or syrup to resemble dripping blood.

Kiss of Blood and Sin

M Guida

Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Buffalo Mountain Press 

Date of Publication: September 25, 2024

Number of pages: 300

Word Count: 80,776

Cover Artist: Jacqueline Sweet

Book Description: 

I never wanted to be a mafia princess. But I wasn't given that choice when my brother turned me. 

Now he's the mafia king and his enemies want me dead. His magical mirrors shows my impending murder without revealing the assassin. It could be anyone, and I trust no one. Until I meet Dimitri Dragan. 

My brother would never agree for me to claim a born vampire with a sketchy past. But I'll fight to make him mine. I didn't have a choice in becoming a vampire, but I have a choice in who I love.

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About the Author: M Guida has always loved fantasy and romance, especially dragons. Growing up, she devoured fantasy books and all kinds of young adult books. And then she found romance and a whole new world opened up to her.

Now as an adult, she fell in love with academy romance and has blended all of her past loves into one compelling series. Dragons, vampires, elves, demons, and wolves all live in her world.

When she's not writing, she lives in the colorful Rocky Mountains with her fur baby, Raven, and enjoys taking her for walks.

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[writer59january13]

Unorthodox nonestablismentarian epitome

Describes celibate bent aegis. Mein kampf illustrates gravitas. Underdog muted lest intimidation

think bully brandishing fist in my face

threatening to buzzfeed me a brassy knuckle sandwich. While breezily reading Judy Bloom, (whose material geared toward young adult) book titled Blubber - published in 1974, (which year found yours truly - me undergoing amazing transition classified as puberty) bemoaned childhood's end - id est mine interestingly enough romanticized boyhood

livingsocial within Lake Woebegone

(way before Garrison Keillor named said fictitious town),

purely swiftly tailored

harried styled fabrication,

although that first decade

found torturous growing up years more so courtesy self exclusion from reindeer games, thus during lunch or recess

(two most favorite classes)

bullies turned me into minced meat taunted and teased a severely socially withdrawn boy, who never shared emotional agony, he internalized verbal slings and arrows eventually physically succumbed from brickbats indiscriminately lobbed at painfully shy once upon a time happy go lucky lad,

(with a button nose),

when he whiled away days of his life as the world turned

first at Lantern Lane for about a half dozen plus years,

then at 324 Level Road for approximately one third of present existence

unbeknownst to him that psychologically dark shadows

lurked within the outer limits

of the twilight zone haunting corporeal essence attached to those lovely bones, now saddled with excess adipose tissue, especially around belly of the beast housing hunger artist starving for knowledge, and peopling his overactive imagination with exemplary protagonists

blithely thwarting incendiary threats,

cuz of natural born defense against gunning character assassination courtesy fearsome imbeciles

hell bent on nasty, short and brutish fiends, who did their collective bidding

vis-à-vis cut throat leviathan, who overshadowed and locked in propensity to live free and clear

analogous to unfettered noble savage cannibalizing yours truly (me) as fancy feast.

Soul asylum salvation sought as if survivor of mental health challenges akin to foreigner trying to sidestep gingerly self annihilation.

[nikoldragonne12]

The Alliance: history of creation (part 1)

Note: I will upload the current info about the characters as soon as I'll finish new artworks of them.

Also, I have to send it separately because it would be too long to read.

Thanks for understanding.

Alright, as I promised earlier, today I'd like to share some history of creating of The Alliance, my own apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic story I'm slowly working on - more specifically, we'll talk about the Himura family, a group of very important characters from the story.

Continue if you wanna read more.

History of creation:

Before I created The Alliance, my first characters used to be OCs from a Black Bullet AU I was planning to make. 

For those who don't know, Black Bullet is a discontinuing series that was originally written by Shiden Kanzaki, yet it also has a manga (covers only the 1st book) and a short anime adaptation (that covers only the first 4 books).

2018 - 2019:

Back to the Himura family, the first character I made was actually Natsumi (sometime between 2018 and 2019) but at that time, she was just a self-insert of mine: she was a teenager (then a young adult) with ginger hair and purplish blue eyes (very similar to my old avatar).

Also between 2018 and 2019, I only knew the anime.

2021 - 2023:

I left the series for some time, mainly because I was busy with school stuff and my thoughts were elsewhere but eventually I returned to Black Bullet between 2021 and 2023. Finally I also knew the original light novels (yes, Black Bullet isn't just an anime) and sadly, my thoughts weren't the same. I had several issues with all three versions, the books, manga and anime and even if I tried to include my OCs into it, I didn't feel comfortable. 

At that time, Natsumi was remade to be one of the canon characters’ sister and some of the HGHs already existed too (specifically Mirei, Whitney, Sora, Teenie and Tanya and when they were BB OCs, they were Cursed Children and all 10 years old) - because of my different feelings, I knew I have to take them from this universe.

Last goodbye to Black Bullet:

My last goodbye to Black Bullet was supposed to be a redesign series where I wanted to take the best known characters from the series, talk about some issues I had with them and most importantly, redraw them in my style…

However, while drawing Kagetane Hiruko (the major antagonist of the 1st book and a secondary character in the 4th book), I got the idea… the idea to make my own story that will be inspired by Black Bullet yet it’ll also have my own rules and lore, meaning I’ll be less limited in creating. 

Note: Here, you can compare Kagetane's canon anime appearance with my unfinished sketch.

And due to this specific redesign, Atsushi and Ren Himura came to life. I had these two in mind before the “redrawing goodbye” but I couldn't find the way to imagine these two, how to tie them into the story, y’know. 

I took some inspiration, not only from Kagetane's appearance, but also from his personality a little, as even if he's a really bad person, he's pretty well-written as a character, especially in the books and it's a shame we didn't see more of him. 

Also a “fun” fact: Atsushi and Ren were originally meant to be siblings but I eventually changed that and made Ren Natsumi's brother. 

By the way, only recently I finally started drawing Kaito, Yuuki, Atsushi and Ren - I only have sketches of them from this year.

Speaking of Kaito and Yuuki (Atsushi & Natsumi's sons), these two were also originally meant to be different: they were both adults, Yuuki was a more gentle brother and the one who only knew what his brother was doing, while Kaito was a more rude brother and an assassin. They also weren't related to Natsumi and other characters. 

I eventually changed that completely and made them Natsumi & Atsushi's sons, although I first made Kaito a university student before making him even younger and turning him into a high school student. And I did that because I wanted these two to be closer to the HGHs (a group of eight girls with animal-themed abilities).

Chibi Kaito and chibi Yuuki (2023 - 2024)

My last change is the change of the age:

It was probably something I was changing the most, so I don't remember all the variations, therefore I only present you their current ages:

Atsushi - 43 years old 

Natsumi - 41 years old 

Kaito - 15 years old 

Yuuki - 10 years old

Ren - 38 years old

The Himura family (pics from 2023 -2024):. See how I change their appearance even throughout the months?

[whyfalloutwhenyoucanpanic]

For the asks : 19, 24, 26 and 38?

Thanks for the ask Sib, hope you're also doing well!

19. What is your favorite thing about the day?

When the sun rise on a sunny day in early morning and as it gets more light out the sky starts to turn colors of pink, red, and orange and it’s really pretty. Also the birds start to chirp and there's something really calming about hearing the birds and watching the sun rise.

24. What is one thing you're proud of yourself for?

Honestly. making it this far in my life. When I was in highschool and also when I graduated and was going into college, I honestly thought I wouldn't live to see past being 24-25. I have made it past being 25 and I'm doing much better than I was around that time as a young adult. I can definitely say life does get better when you're at the lowest in life and you think it won't.

26. Favorite color and why?

This is difficult because I love a lot of different colors, but if I had to pick one, it would be the color in-between midnight blue and sky blue, Persian blue. I think it's a pretty color and and it's a beautiful mix of dark and light blue.

38. Favorite song at the moment?

Haha, this is a difficult question because I'm doing a deep dive listening to a lot of artists I listen(ed) to over the years and also discovering new ones and there's a lot of songs that are my favorite. I'm going to list two songs:

Daft Punk - Face To Face.

This song has been a favorite of mine for a really long time since hearing it for the first time when it came out. All the song sampling that was used in this is insane, plus having a DJ they look(ed) up to for inspiration to find their music style - do the vocals for the verses, makes it even cooler. I would say if you haven't heard Daft Punk before and want to, this is a good place to start.

Eye For An Eye - Rina Sawayama

This song is from the John Wick Chapter 4 soundtrack. I love this movie (and the whole franchise in general) and this song was perfect to use for the both the movie as a whole and during the ending credits. If you seen the movie and seen the character Rina Sawayama plays, Akira, you'll know why. Her vocals are amazing in this song and she really captures the tone and feeling of someone who's out to get revenge like her character, and also the feeling of John Wick, who had to give up being able to live free from his past assassin life. If you haven't checked out her music and you like alt rock and indie rock, you definitely should. She is an amazing artist and has some really good music.

Thanks for the ask! :)

[messers-moony]

Someday | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: The Handler kidnaps Five’s wife in hopes of him coming for her, yet he never does.

Request: Well I'd like to order a FiveXWifeReader but I'm afraid you're full of orders and I don't want to get in the way🤧

She sighed, “ This is bloody exhausting, ya’ know? “ 

“ Well, maybe if you hadn’t abandoned the commission, this wouldn’t be happening, Mrs.Hargreeves. “ The older woman spoke. 

The eighteen-year-old girl was tied to a chair. It had been approximately five years since her and Five’s last run-in with the commission after doomsday in 1963. Why they had decided to get them back on their side is unknown.  

“ So Y/n, how does it feel? “ The adult woman taunted, “ Your taunting doesn’t work on me. “ Y/n retorted with boredom. 

Nonetheless, the adult woman held a glass of whiskey, “ Whiskey? You have absolutely no taste. “ Y/n commented, and the woman rose her eyebrow, “ Really now? What would you prefer? Rum? Perhaps moonshine? “ 

“ Vodka, straight. “ Y/n snapped, “ What a tough cookie you are. “ The Handler cooed. 

“ I’m not thirteen anymore. “ The young girl replied, “ It appears so. “ The Handler stated. 

Y/n scoffed quietly, “ What’s the plan here? Why have you kidnapped me instead of one of your pawns? “ 

“ Well, hun, you know more than anyone that this task isn’t easy. It’s easiest for me to get this job done myself. “ The commission superior answered, “ In case you’ve forgotten, I willingly did this. “ Y/n informed. 

“ I know. You did it to protect your precious Five and your sibling in-laws. What brilliant timing of mine. “ She boasted inconspicuously, “ Ah, so that was your plan. Get me at a moment where I’d willingly let you have me. So smart. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as the sarcastic comment rolled off her tongue. 

The Handler winked at her, causing her to scoff again. Getting kidnapped wasn’t necessarily on her to-do list, but Five needed time, and she couldn’t let his siblings get hurt. Truthfully, getting kidnapped by the Handler wasn’t torture. It was just irritating with the constant belittling comments. 

It was a tedious thing to go through. Five wasn’t around when she did it. Otherwise, the Handler would’ve been shot dead by now. How she managed to come back after the barn incident, she knew not. What she did know was she was threatening her husband's siblings. 

The Handler paced with her cup of whiskey, “ What's it like? “ 

“ Pardon? “

“ What’s it like being married to him? “ The commission superior queried, “ That’s none of your concern. “ Y/n snapped. 

“ Does drinking make you sentimental? “ The Hargreeves girl narrowed her eyes, “ And for what’s it’s worth, Five and I are just fine. “ 

The Handler pondered, “ So where is he? “ 

“ Hell, if I know. I’m only here because I wasn’t letting you take Claire. “ Y/n replied, “ What is the little girl to you? “

“ Five’s niece. “ She answered, “ His pride and joy. “ 

“ Do I hear bitterness? “ The Handler teased, “ No, you don’t, you blithering idiot. “ Y/n retorted, annoyed. 

Hours went by of annoying banter that, frankly, Y/n didn’t have time for. It would only be a matter of time before Five noticed her disappearance. The last thing he needed on his mind at the moment was the reappearance of the Handler. So when the commission superior left, Y/n began her escape. 

The girl flicked a knife from her back pocket, “ You’d think for a commission superior she’d be a tad bit smarter. “ Y/n rolled her eyes as she cut off her restraints. 

Even the assassins who had kidnapped her beforehand took her knife off her. Maybe they just knew her better. Since the apocalypse, Y/n always had a knife or some form of sharp object in her back left pocket. It was something she nicked from Diego in the apocalypse. She never told Five where it came from. 

So when Diego was almost hit with one of his knives while fighting her after arriving in 2019, he was astonished. Her aim was impeccable and seamless. Possibly better than Diego’s. Nevertheless, a sharp object was always on her person. 

Running out of the motel and towards the academy was easy. All that walking she did really came in handy when needing to stay in shape. Despite being a master at her power– telekinesis, she still trained countless days. Five and her would spar. An activity that kept them together. 

Knocking on the wooden door to the academy, a nine-year-old girl opened the door, “ Auntie Y/n! “ She yelled, hugging her aunt tightly, “ Hey sweet. “ Y/n replied. 

“ So, where have you been? “ A male voice queried, making her look up, and Claire let go, “ We can talk about it later, I promise. “ Y/n replied, not wanting to talk about it in front of Claire. 

He sighed, “ Fine. “ 

“ Thanks, love. “ Y/n smiled gratefully, “ Yeah, whatever. Claire, you should go see the cookies Grace made. “ Five smiled softly at the little girl. 

“ Okay. “ Claire responded, walking away. 

Once she was out of eyesight, Five embraced his wife closely, “ I was worried. “ His voice held so much concern and love it made her heart melt, “ I tried to be fast. “ She answered. 

“ What happened? “ 

And so she explained everything. From top to bottom, she informed him on everything she learned, which wasn’t too much but enough to know for now. But when she brought up the fact she went willingly, the look in his eye was not one any person would want to cross. 

“ She threatened to take Claire. Or one of your siblings. So I went willingly. I watched her tie my hands and tie me to a chair. “ Y/n informed, “ You voluntarily decided to get kidnapped to save my family? “ Five questioned, not meeting her eyes any longer. 

She shrugged, “ Perhaps. “ 

“ You choose the right woman. “ Diego announced from the steps, and Five had a prideful smile present, “ Don’t get too full of yourself, Hargreeves. “ Y/n replied, playfully walking away towards the kitchen. 

“ What's it like? “ Diego questioned his brother, “ Excuse me? “ Five responded. 

Diego turned to look at Y/n and Claire in the kitchen, “ What’s it like being married to her? “ 

“ Well, it’s- “ Five couldn’t find the right words, “ It’s like coffee. “ 

“ The meaning is? “ Number two inquired, “ Well, some days it’s like hot and cold others it could be warm. It depends on the day and how the person feels. “ Five answered. 

It was silent for a minute as Five watched Y/n happily talk with Claire about something. She looked absolutely stunning. Her eyes shined as Claire spoke passionately about the topic. Maybe that’s why she liked Y/n so much, because she listened to her no matter the subject. 

Diego swallowed, “ Do you want kids? “

The question took Five a long moment to ponder. He wasn’t expecting that question in the slightest. Sometimes he forgets that he’s already lived his life and is still mentally sixty-three. Sometimes he prefers to act like an actual eighteen-year-old. 

“ Someday. “