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This is the best version of these cutscenes. The video quality may be low but the audio makes up for that as the audio is directly ripped from the game files. So I hope you all enjoy. !! Please do not AI upscale, as this undermines the work I did ripping all these cutscenes !!
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â1, 2, 3, 4, the length some people would go.â
â5, 6, 7, 8, Maybe in another life we couldâve been friends.â
Just a couple of masked gentlemen.
#professor layton#randall ascot#pl twisted fates au#theodore bronev#Claude desconte#llorsdood#tf au art#donât look at me I forgot the context of these#2021 doodles be DONE AND OUT#I barely remember the details but I do know they become besties post au events#but sure starts messssssy#enter that squiwards meme#plus a couple of years#professor Layton and the miracle mask#spoilers
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Thinking about the differences between the Japanese and English translations Descole's dialogue of this scene in particular... The Japanese version exemplifies more his pain than his anger, I think.
Have included a very rough translation
#Plus his Japanese voice is so soft#gives the scene a different tone#jean descole#miracle mask#professor layton#jistdaposts
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does anyone else make summoning circles before a nintendo direct or is that just me.
#nintendo direct#ENGLISH VERSION OF MIRACLE MASK PLUS C'MON C'MON (we are Not getting that.)#vb on nintendo online you guys can do it
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The Only Reason
[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Worker!Reader]
Note: I have no idea what to call this AU, but I don't think a lot of people will read this so... Haha~ Mental AU? Chaos AU?
Update! This AU is called Mana Chaos AU! Plus there's Part 2 up!!
Part 1 (here) äž Part 2Â â Part 3 â Part 4
Once, the worldâs strongest Hunters were revered as humanityâs saviours and heroes for the weak and ordinary. They were once treated like celebrities and hold the highest power and authority. They were respected, praised, and idolized. They still were, now, with a hint of fear.
It all happened due to the infamous incident now dubbed as <The Outrage Incident>. It happened like any other day, in any other country, in any other city. But to only that one strong Hunter. He was an S-Rank Mage, a successful and loved one at that. The story goes like this.Â
One day, this powerful Hunter was out on the street enjoying a day off, but something set him off and he used his powerful ability to set things right. It would have been the end of it since an S-Rankâs threat was enough to make the majority crumble. However, his power got out of control and caused an outrage to his being. He was using his powers in public and there was no dungeon outbreak or monsters nearby for him. No amount of justification could calm the public.
After that one incident, other countriesâ S-Rank or higher started to experience a similar issue. The worst case was that even Healers of their level didnât escape such a phenomenon. Soon, the public feared the strong protectors they once saw as shields and swords against the gates.Â
Researchers and scientists were put to work quickly to investigate why and how this issue was happening now. The answer was in the overflowing mana levels within their bodies that couldnât be contained since the human body was weak and frail for such a change. Addition to that, it correlated to the Hunterâs emotional level and their control. Institutions were built to imprison house the S-Ranks while monitoring their situation.Â
Whenever an S-Rankâs mana levels and emotions show signs of <Outrage>, a term they now use to describe the Hunter going haywire with their powers on everything and anything around them, they will be sent to a dungeon alone. In the peopleâs eyes, it was better for that one Hunter to die in battle than kill innocents. Because at first, it was only the S-Ranks, but then some A-Ranks would fall victim to <Outrage> as well.Â
The professionals have named the correlation as Emotional Mana, EM for short, which made way for the Emotional Mana Institution, EMI for strong Hunters. The Hunters were treated like mental patients or worse, forced into a straitjacket and some had a muzzle for certain Hunters. These were specially designed and created items that limit and restricts a Hunterâs use of their powers and abilities.Â
It was a miracle that someone managed to create such equipment. That someone was also targetted by the S-Ranks after being announced and killed for such a disrespectful act, still the blueprints and prototypes were created and other talents that took over were able to finalize the perfect form.
âPersonnel 002, you were specifically requested by SM-10.âÂ
You looked up from your laptop and paused in your rapid typing for just a few second before you looked back to your screen and continued typing. That code name was to protect you and everyone else that worked in EMI or have some form of connection to it, so that no innocent is sacrificed for the greater good. Still, you canât get used to it nor do you want to. âIâm busy.â
âPlease⊠SM-10 is way too picky with the people that enters his cell.â This person, Supervisor 843, was one of the newest employee to join the crew. Though, unlike the name of the duty, they were people that were disposable hence the frequent newcomers and high number. âPlease help me.â
You sighed and glared up at the person who had a mask over their head and a voice changer to mask their identity. Though, with the way they were speaking, you could deduce this person was a âsheâ. You got up and snatched the file extended to you. Just when you thought you could rest and work in peace, trouble comes knocking on your door. âGet me a drink and some refreshment, I want to see it on my desk by the time Iâm back.â
âYes? Yes!â Supervisor 843 bowed and clapped her hands together, âIâll do so!â
As swiftly and automatically, you made your way through the hallways and doorways, tapping your access card to unlock needed doors and lifts for your travel. On the way, other Supervisors nodded their heads and bowed in your presence when you walked by. Unlike them who wear a uniform, you only have a lab coat over your usual outfits. You donât even have a mask or voice changer.Â
Why?
You stood in front of the door that was labelled in bold âSM-10â, meaning the 10th S-Rank in Korea that belonged to the Mage class. The guard dressed in black from head to toe nodded their heads at you before they started unlocking the various security checkpoints and locks for you to enter into a battlefield in its own right.
âWill one hour be enough, Personnel 002?â One of the guards asked.
âNot sure, just be alert in case I need to rush out.â You spoke stoically with indifference.
Step by step, you walked in, announcing loudly of your arrival to the individual inside. The doors closed behind you and locked you inside with what everyone feared. You sighed and put away your glasses since there was no need for it right now. The room was eerily silent and cold, something you were long used to.Â
You took a few more steps, walking deeper into the room where it seemed to get darker and darker even though the lights in all housed Hunters would be on 24/7 to monitor their actions and activities within the room.Â
Just when your vision failed you to the point where you canât see what was in front of you, you were enveloped in a pair of strong arms, your entire form effortlessly pulled back till your back was pressed against a firm wall of muscle one would call chest and abs. Hair tickled one side of your cheek and neck, you felt a breath cooed before a deep voice rang in your ear, âIâve been waiting for my favourite Personnel~â
It wasnât at all odd that your name was called as well, if it was someone like him, heâd know everything there was to know. In fact, everyone should be worshipping him right now for his controlled and well-mannered behaviour. Especially when he could have destroyed this entire facility and killed everyone in it within seconds if he so wished.Â
âJinwoo. I need to work, donât bully the newcomers.â You sighed while looking to the side as if making eye contact with him.Â
âI like it when you call me by name and not some code, thanks for that.â Jinwoo hummed as he played with your fingers. âI guess Iâll think about it. Itâs a bit bored here, you understand.â
âYou removed your straitjacket again.â You let him fiddle with your fingers as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. âYouâll get caught one of these days and then itâll be game over.â
âIgris helped me remove it. You know how they are with seeing me constrained and imprisoned here.â He chuckled and leaned back, but it turned out he was just taking a seat, presumably on his bed since you still couldnât see anything in the darkness. âDonât worry, Iâve made sure no one could see me free and they didnât kill anyone. Yet.â
Every Hunter that was admitted into the EMI was evaluated and thoroughly investigated to create the perfect profile for reference. All their fighting style, powers and abilities, weapons of choice, gear type, and any other detail was accounted down. It was all for people to be prepared in case one would have an <Outrage> and they were needed to be countered by weaker Hunters.Â
For Jinwoo, however, his profile was lacking to put it in the best terms. His mana levels were unmeasureable, yes, so he was placed as an S-Rank. Though, his powers and abilities were unknown. Since he was a Reawakened Hunter, most would assume he was the same class as he was as an E-Rank; a Fighter Class. But he exhibit <Telekinese> and <Shadow Manipulation> so he was placed as into Mage class.
That wasnât even the tip of the iceberg.Â
You saw through his innocence and lie, uncovering his true powers and abilities. To be honest, even if you told your higher-ups of Jinwooâs secrets, there was nothing they could do to counter it. Jinwoo was a league of his own and only you knew it. He was no mere S-Rank, he was definitely a National Level Hunter.
Ah, yes. The question as to why you donât wear a mask or bother having done anything to hide your identity. It was not because youâve been in one of the people who has been in service of EMI for the longest time or wanted something as shallow as respect from the newcomers or other coworkers. It was completely because you knew it was useless to hide when someone like Sung Jinwoo had his eyes on you.
âIâll try and arrange a dungeon for you to raid.â You marked down on your phone while Jinwoo continued to treat you like a teddy bear.
âYou have to join though. If you donâtâŠâ Jinwooâs voice went deeper as glowing eyes stared at you from the shadows, âI donât know what Iâll do to get your attentionâŠâ
You nodded, pushing down the urge to flinch or jerk away from him. It was normal, something you expected but still unnerving to hear with your own ear from his lips. You swear this place made the Hunters mad in the head, it was a place that made them sick and mentally ill, it wasnât actually helping them at all. âYeah, of course. Iâm sure everyone will be relieved to hear it.â
Jinwoo smirked as his arms tightened around you, his face buried between your neck and shoulder. âYouâre the only reason I stay here. Remember that. If you leave here⊠Leave me⊠Iâll do what Thomas Andre did to America.â
Note: I can't help it, it was supposed to upload the requested ones first, but then this idea hit me like a truck (without the isekai part), so now here it is. There are like 2 requested stories written and ready to be posted, but I'm double checking and stuff. Hope you like this AU/idea.
Circe Y.
My Works: MASTERLIST
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I won't do another music analysis right now, but I always felt like it blends the excitement of Monte d'Or with the calm of Stansbury and the haunting atmosphere of Norwell.
Lost Future theme: Solemn opening with the strings, you know this game is gonna hit different
Last Spectre theme: BANGER PIANO OPENINGâ BETTER RUN, THE SPECTRE IS HERE!
Miracle Mask theme: That last one was a bit scary⊠Letâs tone it down this time but still make it magical with the guitar and maracas and pretty chimes
#professor layton#professor layton and the miracle mask#I think it's good theme but it's possibly my least favourite#or maybe Azran Legacy if only because that one feels a bit disjointed#plus I just haven't listened to AL's theme a huge amount
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Hey I was wondering how do you think the slashers would react if they're s/o was wearing a piece of their clothing or mask (for the masked ones)? Honestly I think if Michael found his s/o wearing (or even touching...) His mask that's a killable offense right there lmao.
Jason Voorhees:
Jason was asleep when you took his mask. When he woke up and didn't find itâhe started panicking.
He made a mess out of his bedroom in a desperate attempt to find it and locked his door so that nobody could come in.
You frowned as you found the door locked and knocked on the door.
"Jason ? Are you alright ?"
He wasn't.
He hesitated to open the door, but you then slid his mask back to him through the door.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to surprise you."
He understood what had happened and opened the door a little to look at you. You seemed genuinely sorry and he finally opened the door for you to come in.
Jason wears the mask for a reason. He is insecure to the extreme. It's the only way for him to hide himself and if it had been anyone else than you ?
...That person would have been dead and buried.
Brahms Heelshire:
Brahms actually woke up when you were looking at yourself in the mirror with his mask on.
He seemed stunned for a moment before he silently got out of bed to stand next to you.
Once you saw him in the mirror, you turned around. You were ready to apologize, but then saw the way he was looking at you.
He wasn't angry. Far from it. He just stared at you and smiled before slowly removing the mask from your face.
He then put it back on his and took a deep breathâas if smelling it. He then hummed appreciatively and wrapped his arms around you.
"...Brahms' mask smells good now." He whispered and held you closer.
âŠ
Wellâthat backfired.
Vincent Sinclair:
Panic. Immediate and irreversible panic.
Unlike Brahms or Jason, Vince is deeply ashamed of his face. It isn't about being insecure or having a couple of scars. He is TERRIFIED of his own reflection.
Vincent used to be attached to Bo. Being twins at birth, it made him feel as if there was someone out there who understood him.
But, the mask is a mark of shameâthe constant reminder that that connection is severed. And he feels ugly because of it. Because he was disfigured from the operationâwhile Bo wasn't.
They are different now, when there were supposed to be one and the same.
Plus, heâs only got one mask. It took time to make as he had to get Bo to agree to mould a mask with his face.
So, he would get mad. He would also be pretty physical about getting it back.
He COULD hurt you.
Do not steal his mask, unless you are absolutely sure and asked permission beforehand.
Michael Myers:
...You have a death wish. There is no other possible explanation.
Michael values his mask more than anything in this world.
He hides his face for a reason. It became a part of him over time and he HATES when people see his true face.
So, do not steal his mask.
But, I donât think youâd be able to anyway.
Michael almost never takes it off and if anyone tried to take his mask away ? Wrists would get crushed. Just saying.
Freddy Krueger:
"If you take the hat, sweetheartâŠBe ready to face the consequences."
Freddy LOVES his hats (Yes. Plural. Heâs got a full drawer of them in his room)
He counts them all before going to bed and when he saw that one of them was missing, he was ready to track the person down and draw blood.
But, when he understood you were the little thief, he smirked and simply closed the door behind him. He then sat down and grinned mischievously at you.
"Looks good on ya. But since you stole itâŠHow about you offer me a show as compensation, hmm ?" *pats his lap and smirks*
Sleazy lilâ goblin to the end.
Pennywise:
If by some MIRACLE, you managed to get Pennywiseâs glovesâŠHeâd be furious. Pennywise hates touching people and his gloves are like a second skin to him.
Pennywise *appears behind you and screeches*: "GIVE THEM BACK THIS INSTANT, YOU STUPID HUMAN !"
Pennywise is usually pretty chill. So, for him to get really mad ? YeahâŠNo stealing the clownâs gloves. Never.
Bo Sinclair:
Bo's cap is his own way of hiding his insecurity. He has a scar at the back of his ear from the operation to separate him from Vince.
He doesnât like people looking at it, so he wears that cap all the time.
One day, you decided to remove it while he was sleeping, and he grabbed your wrist before you could run away with it.
He then smirked and tutted playfully.
"Careful, darls. You take my cap, I take your life."
You knew he was only kidding, but there was also a little bit of a warning in his eyes.
He likes his cap. Itâs the only thing he got left from his dad and his tolerance is zero. So, do not try to steal his cap, or ask first. He would allow you to wear it eventually, but stillâŠBo is not someone to be messed with.
#fandoms#imagine#fanfic#jason voorhees x reader#brahms heelshire x reader#vincent sinclair x reader#michael myers x reader#freddy krueger x reader#pennywise x reader#bo sinclair x reader
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Bad News Pt. 3
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC "Bella"
Wordcount: +1.7K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, mental health mentioned (anxiety), *emotional distress*, angst, heartbreak, health conditions mentioned (c*ncer, PCOS, endometriosis), infertility, verbal and physical ab*se mentioned
A/N: I'm open to critiques. I am a little đ€đœ sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.đ„ș Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Bad News Pt. 1=> đą
Bad News Pt. 2=> đą
Masterlist: đ„đ„đ„
Over A Month After Mike's Funeral
âHe said he'd leave the door unlocked, so I can just go in and get the rest of my stuff,â I said getting out of the car. âMy legs hurt so damn bad,â Shante said bending over. âOld ass!â I laughed as I walked to the door.
As I lifted my hand to turn the doorknob, all of the memories from the night before I left came flooding back. âYou good?â Shante asked as she walked up behind me. âYeah, flashbacks whoopinâ my ass. I can't believe that⊠Fuck!â I said sobbing. Shanteâs arms wrapped around me. âOh, Bella. You'll be okay, mama. You know me and Mama gotchu,â she said swaying from side to side.
This was the first time since the day Terry called that I had realized how much life had changed. The surgery was âsuccessfulâ. Testing showed no more immediate signs of cancer. The possibility of me getting pregnant was slim to none and would take a miracle, but I was trying to be as optimistic as possible about the situation.
âI'm fine. I promise,â I said patting her hands. She slowly released me from her embrace. âYouâre strong, yaâ know. You always have been,â she said playfully bumping my shoulder. âThank you for that. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to be. What's the reward in it?â I said reaching for the doorknob again.
Upon entering the house, I noticed that everything seemed to be untouched. It was as if Terry had barely stayed here since then. âHas he even been here?â Shante asked spinning around and taking in the scenery. She seemed to be just as confused as me. âI don't know. I didn't really ask. We only text about me coming to get my stuff,â I said walking further into the house.
The longer I stood there; the more I felt an overwhelming sense of dread, worry, and something I couldn't explain. It seemed off. It was almost as if this wasn't anyone's home anymore.
âLet's just go upstairs,â I said shuddering. As I turned to go up the stairs, I heard the sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway. âI thought his bitch ass wasn't coming while you were here,â Shante said barreling towards the door. She grabbed the doorknob and swung it open. âThat's what heâŠ,â I started to say.
To my surprise, it wasn't Terry pulling in at all. I saw his mother climbing out of her small sedan. âShit! It's his mama. What the hell?â I said palming my face. I hadn't prepared myself to face any of themâ not Terry or his parents.
I could see her smile before she even reached the door. âHi, honey. May I come in?â she asked looking at me. Her hands gripped her purse strap so tight that her knuckles turned white. âYes⊠yes, ma'am. How are you?â I asked turning to meet her in the living room. âGood, how about you? I haven't spoken to yaâ since yaâ left,â she said walking up to me. She looked at Shante and mouthed a silent hello.
I didn't know what to say to her. Did I tell her the truth? Did I lie about what happened? Was I supposed to protect Terry? Should I even fucking care?
âI've been fine,â I said trying to stifle my emotions. I knew that my face and body language always gave me away. I wore my emotions outwardly like a second skin or a mask. âDon't lie to me, baby?â she said grabbing my hands. I looked down at the floor. âBella,⊠maybe you should just⊠yâknow,â Shante mumbled while shrugging her shoulders. âI've asked that boy a million times. He's as stubborn as a mule. He didn't hurt you did he?â she asked stepping closer. âNo, but⊠Yeah, but not physically. Then again, every word he said felt like a punch to the gut. HeâŠ,â I said as the tears began to fall.
Before I knew it, I had told his mother everythingâ what happened that night, the next day, and what happened to me afterward. I even told her about the surgery and diagnoses.
âI'll be the first to admit that we missed the mark with Terry when it comes to emotional intelligence. His father was so set on raising a man that he just couldn't let the boy feel things. Yâknow⊠he couldn't cry, be upset, or⊠Or, else. Yes, Terry is a grown-ass man, but⊠I don't know,â Terry's mother grew silent. It was like she had become lost in her thoughts.
âAll I wanted was an apology. If he would've just⊠just heard me out and listened. But, I guess I wasn't worth it. I get it. Mike was in trouble, but I felt like I was fighting for my life⊠by my⊠by my damn self. He wasnât talkinâ to me. He wasn't communicating with me at all. He was just telling me what he was gonna do, and that was it. I⊠I⊠I tried my hardest to let it go, but he had already said too much. There was no turning back after what he said. Whether he was angry, overwhelmed, or not; he hurt me!â I said leaning on my hands on the kitchen counter.
âI know. I'm sorry, honey. That's why I'm gone tell you this, and leave yaâ âlone. Okay? Listen to me, and listen to me good,â she said holding my face in her hands. âThat's my son sure enough, but that's his father's creation. Don't make the same mistake I did. Run. Don't wait on him. He won't change. They'll tell you they will a million times and never will. They just keep feedinâ yaâ lies to tire yaâ out âtil yaâ settle. And once you do that⊠It only gets worse. So, go up those stairs and get your stuff. When yaâ do, leave and don't eva look back. Yaâ hear me?â she said pulling me into a bear hug.
âAnd I know you said he isn't hitting you now, but if he's anything like his daddy, it's only a matter of time. Baby, don't even think âbout it⊠Lord⊠Just don't go back. Promise me that,â she said rocking me back and forth.
4 hours later
âThat's it. We're done! Let's go. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I ain't in the mood. Girl, this was a helluva day,â Shante said walking out the door. I made sure that I had all of my stuff before leaving. I looked down at the set of keys in my hand. His mother was right; this was it. I wasn't turning back. I fumbled with the key ring and removed Terry's house key. I placed it on the kitchen counter. There was no reason to have it because I was NEVER using it again. I turned and began walking out the door locking it from the inside. Closing that door felt like ending an entire chapter of my life.
I walked to the passenger side of the car. Opening the door, I got in and slumped into the seat. âAlright. The hotel is only a thirty-minute drive. Let's go!â Shante said starting the car. Even reversing out of the driveway felt odd. It was as if every move from then on was solidifying just how done I was. Shante drove out of the neighborhood and turned onto the main street. The two-lane boulevard went straight through the center of the small town. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. I was exhausted as hell.
After a few minutes, I felt the car come to a stop. I opened my eyes to see where we wereâ the town center. It was the only stoplight in the city limits. âThe fact that there is only one stoplight is insane,â Shante laughed. âAww, don't be mean. That's not nice,â I said giggling into my hand.
As we were chatting, the red light changed to green. Shante eased into the intersection. I looked out the window, watching the scenery. It was heartbreaking, to say the least. This was supposed to be the start of my perfect lifeâ small town, family home, a husband, some kids, all of it. It was like I lost it all in a night. My thoughts were drifting to a poisonous place, and I knew if I stayed there too long I wouldn't be able to climb out of that hole as easily. I let my eyes scan the small crowds outside the window. This was a normal Thursday night for everyone else but me.
We were nearing the edge of town and slowly approaching the city limits. All we had to do was get to the highway. This was the first time this drive felt so daunting. It was as if I was being forced to reconcile with every decision I made before todayâ the good and the bad.
Out the window, I could see the small bar that Terry frequented. It wasn't busy but small groups were still lingering out front. As we grew closer, I noticed Terry's truck parallel-parked out front. Of course, he was there. Where else would he be? This was where he went to run. I leaned my head against the glass. The side of my face flustered from the temperature of the cool glass. As we started to pass the back of Terry's truck, I could see his figure in front of the truck. He was leaning with his back against the hood. I sank back into the seat. I honestly didn't want to see him. I waited until we were completely past the bar before sitting up again. I didn't look back. I kept my eyes glued on the passenger side floorboards. What was the point? I wiped a single tear that was making its way down my face. I breathed out a deep sigh of relief.
What would life have to offer now? Genuine happiness. Healthy and reciprocated love. Self-discovery. Less bad news. Yeah, that's what I pray forâ for God to finally give me enough space to breathe and grow.
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Sweet Dreams
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader
Summary: After soothing Jake after a nightmare, Jake comforts his son after one of his own
wc: 1.1k
warnings: talks of nightmares
A/n: It's been a HOT minute since I've written anything. Please enjoy some domestic hurt/comfort :')
âWas the mission successful, Lieutenant?âÂ
âRooster and Mav⊠I-I wasnât fast enough?âÂ
Jake jolted awake; cotton-mouthed, and forehead ridden with beads of sweat. He almost forgot he was shaking until he felt the soothing touch of your hand slide down his bare bicep. The fire in his lungs started to subside as you turned him around, the cold from the fabric of your nightgown soothing his chest once he was pressed against you. âWhat happened?â you whispered into his ear. Â
âSame shit as every year, darlinâ,â he whispered back, lips dancing along the crook of your neck. You let him stay silent after that, his hands roaming the body he knew almost better than his own. His bloodshot eyes closed, nose pressing deeper into your neck as if it would help him memorize the new perfume you had bought.Â
You sighed and held him close, fingertips scratching the nape of his neck for his comfort. It was like this every October since the mission the Navy deemed a miracle. Jake would mark off the days on his calendar with a red pen and the nightmares came back when night fell. âMy love?â you spoke after a while, making sure he was still with you.Â
âIt was the one with Mav and Rooster,â he managed, pulling back to lie down on his pillow.Â
You followed him, wrapping your arms and legs around him with your head on his chest. âYou could always call Rooster,â you mostly joked, âcheck in on him.â
âNo way in hell am I gonna call Slow Ride,â he pouted. Even though he did once, on the one-year anniversary of the mission when the nightmares were at their peak. The blond rolled his eyes at your knowing giggles, he playfully shoved you away and got up from the bed. âIâm going downstairs for water, you want anythinâ?âÂ
You shook your head and got back under the blanket, turning away from him. Jake smiled kindly in return and made his way out of the room, fingers gliding along the wall to ground him. He was in this house, he was part of a team because he succeeded, Roosterâs a part of that team. It became his mantra as he descended the stairs, eyes glued to the floor.Â
The kitchen light was already on, it took Hangman a few seconds to register it. His brows furrowed at the freezer door that was still cracked open from the last user. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, he shut both doors and turned towards the island. âJesus,â he cursed in shock, seeing his son silently sitting there, wrist deep in the tub of ice cream. âWhat are you doinâ up, son?â he breathed, masking the panic.Â
Luke looked up from his phone, matching bloodshot green eyes meeting his. âLate-night snack,â the thirteen-year-old responded. Jake could see beyond his answer, he knew the way his shoulders were hunched and the slight tremor in his handsâhe knew it all too well. Plus he wore the faded Navy hoodie that used to be his father's, he wore it whenever you or Jake went on a mission.
âLuke,â Jake said, turning on the dad voice he perfected. He rounded the island and took a seat on the bar tool beside him, stealing his son's spoon.Â
âItâs nothing, dad,â Luke grumbled.Â
âBullshit,â Jake smirked, raising his brows. âYou know what your ma would say.âÂ
 Luke rolled his eyes and threw his head back in defeat. âI had a bad dream, but itâs alright! Iâm not a baby, we donât need to talk,â Iâm a man now, men donât talk about bad dreams.Â
As if he could hear his thoughts, Jake took his pointer finger and poked the side of his head. He earned a weak smile in return âWe donât talk like that in this house, son, you know that.â Sucking it up was never an option in the Seresin household, not in this Seresin household.Â
âI dreamt that you and mom didnât make it backâ no one made it backâgrandma and grandpa didnât want us,â Luke began to say, his grip tightening around his phone. Jake draped an arm around his son's shoulders and pulled him closer. âWe had nowhere to go, we were alone.âÂ
âIâm right here, your mom's right upstairs, and your uncle Javy is a phone call away,â Jake reminded him calmly. Lukeâs frame relaxed, his head finally leaning on Jakeâs shoulder. âYou know thereâs a plan if something happens, weâd never leave you alone, kiddo.âÂ
The two Seresin men sat in silence for a while, the ice cream on the counter beginning to melt in front of them. âIâm afraid to go back to sleep,â Luke admitted after a while.Â
âYeah, me too.âÂ
âD-did you have a nightmare too?âÂ
Jakeâs lips thinned, his initial reaction was to deny it, suck it up, and move on as his dad beat into him growing up. But even in his darkest time, he was still an example to his children, âYeah, but it was just a dream,â he nodded along with his words, then he nudged him, âbut thereâs someone who always makes it better.âÂ
You felt restless after Jake left the bed, tossing and turning, turning the lamp off and on until it remained permanently on while you waited for your husband. When the door started to creak open, you sat up, the blanket pooling around you. Of course, you expected a six-foot aviator to walk through the door, but you didnât expect the lanky boy by his side âHi honey,â you greeted Luke, your eyes fixed on Jake cautiously.Â
âGot room for another tonight? told him youâre the best sandman around,â Jake questioned, sending you a look. Taking the hint, you smiled and opened your arms. Your son grinned and crawled into the bed, hugging you tighter than normal. It all made sense.Â
Jake climbed in beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple before getting comfortable.Â
âWant to talk about it?â you asked, pushing back his hair.Â
Luke shook his head, pulling out his dog tags and running his fingers along your name and call sign. âNo,â he muttered, âDad and I already didâŠIâm feeling better. Just sleepy.â He pulled the blanket to his nose, slipping off you and finding his place in the middle. You playfully covered his eyes, making him laugh which resulted in Jake turning around to face the action. You and Jake locked eyes, your hand left Lukeâs face to brush along your husband's face.Â
Jake wrapped his hand around your hand, pulling it closer to kiss your palm. âGoodnight boys, sweet dreams.â
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Let's bust a popular myth!
David Tennant was NOT filming the upcoming Dr Who specials while also filming GO season 2!
Good Omens s2 filmed from Nov 2 2021 - Mar 1 2022; the Doctor Who specials filmed May 3 - July 25 2022.
So... what's with Crowley's s2 shifting sideburns and tattoo? Everything is meant. (And if you're not sure about the crew's over-the-top attention to detail, please read this post about the antique sink recreation.)
(pics above, all from s2: "oh no, it's not like that", the love confession, and planning to do a half miracle each)
It seems like Dr Who could be an easy excuse to mask s3 hints hidden within s2...
Here's the first theory/analysis I've seen, by @f0ul-f13nd. What do YOU think??
Have some more pics to study:
(pics above: before the beginning, s1 wall slam with subtext, s2 watching the awning of a new era)
(pics above: lots of angles and both sides of his face during the s2 love confession and kiss)
(pics above, from s2: learning about Azi's French lessons, threatening Jim!Gabriel)
And don't get me started on his multiple wigs and headbands during Job, or his trimmed mausoleum mutton chops. (Details with links are filed under "inconsistencies" in my pinned collection of Clues and metas, if you want them!) There's at least one unreliable narrator at play here, but the question is WHY? WHO? WHAT does it MEAN??!
Someone should ask Neil, PROPERLY! (I'm teasing, with the utmost admiration, please don't actually ask him! No magician is going to reveal their trick in the middle of their act.)
Interested in diving further into all the Good Omens mysteries? I have lots more of my own posts plus Clues and metas from all over the fandom, here.
#good omens#unreliable narrators#good omens meta#crowley good omens#crowley's hair#Crowley's sideburns#Crowley's tattoo#clue with a capital C#good omens season 2#renew good omens#good omens analysis#david tennant#dr who
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Sorry for the delay. Been busy with my kids so I didnât have time. Plus Iâm also editing the next chapter for Heartstrings across the hallway. And I got that 6pm brainrot which also wants to come out.
But yeah I was reading a Batman fic about Jason being stuck in a time loop and he falls in love with Tim and it was good and it made me think of our boys. And I wanted it Origins Poolverine so here we are!
Hope you enjoy!
Wade leaned against the wall outside Loganâs room, his fingers fidgeting at his side. He could hear the steady rhythm of Loganâs footsteps inside, the scrape of boots against the floorboards, the same familiar noises he had heard for thirty-six straight mornings. He wasnât sure how much longer he could take it.
The door creaked open, and there Logan stood, his hair tousled, his usual look of grumpy determination plastered across his face.
âMorninâ, sunshine,â Wade greeted, his tone casual but with a tremor of anticipation beneath the surface.
Logan gave him a once-over, his eyebrows knitting together in suspicion. âWhatâs with you? You look⊠weird.â
Wade let out a nervous laugh. âWeird? Me? Nah, Iâm as fresh as a daisy, as sharp as a tack, asâŠâ He trailed off under Loganâs skeptical glare. âOkay, fine, I need to talk to you. Like, actually talk. And before you say anything, I need you to hear me out without calling me crazy. Deal?â
Loganâs frown deepened, and he crossed his arms. âWilsonâŠâ
âJust say âdeal,â Logan. Humor me, for once.â Wadeâs voice wavered, betraying his desperation.
Logan sighed heavily, his patience already worn thin. âFine. Deal. But this better be good.â
~~
They sat across from each other at a corner table in the mess hall, Wade fidgeting with a napkin while Logan ate in silence. The room was empty except for them, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound besides the occasional clink of Loganâs fork against his plate.
Wade took a deep breath. âAlright, here it is. Iâm stuck in a time loop.â
Logan didnât even look up. âA what?â
âA time loop,â Wade repeated, leaning forward. âI wake up at 5 a.m. every morning, and itâs the same day. Same breakfast, same mission briefing, same damn everything. And no matter what I do, it all resets at the end of the day.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, finally meeting Wadeâs gaze. âYouâre serious?â
âAs a heart attack.â
Logan stared at him for a long moment, his face unreadable. Then he smirked faintly, his disbelief clear. âYouâve officially lost it.â
âI knew youâd say that,â Wade said, throwing his hands up in frustration. âWhich is why I came prepared this time.â
âOh, this I gotta hear.â Logan leaned back in his chair.
Wade leaned forward, lowering his voice. âSix loops ago, you told me something. Something you said no one else knows. Something personal to you, that you said itâd prove I wasnât full of crap if I ever brought it up.â
Loganâs expression shifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. âWhat are you talking about?â
âBartholomew.â
The faintest twitch crossed Loganâs face, but he quickly masked it. âWho?â
âBartholomew,â Wade repeated, his voice softening. âThe wooden toy soldier you had when you were eight. You told me you loved that thing more than anything. Youâd play with it all the time, even ignoring Victor for it. And then one dayâŠâ Wade hesitated, swallowing hard. âOne day, you found him throwing it into the fire. You said you never forgave him for it. Not really.â
Loganâs jaw clenched, his eyes darkening. âWho told you that?â
âYou did,â Wade said quietly. âSix loops ago, after dinner. You said weâd use it as proof if this ever happened, if I ever needed to convince you of something crazy like this.â
Loganâs breathing grew heavier, his fists tightening on the table. For a moment, Wade thought heâd snap, but instead, Logan spoke, his voice low and measured. âIf youâre lyingâŠâ
âIâm not,â Wade interrupted, his tone uncharacteristically earnest. âI couldnât make that up if I tried. I mean, Bartholomew? Really? Itâs a miracle eight-year-old you didnât name him âWoodie.ââ
Loganâs lips twitched slightly, but the moment passed quickly. He leaned back, crossing his arms again. âLetâs say I believe you. What do you want me to do?â
Relief flooded Wade, and he let out a shaky laugh. âI donât know. Help me figure it out. Help me stop this. Just⊠donât leave me to deal with this on my own. Please.â
Logan studied him, his expression softening just enough for Wade to notice. After a long pause, he gave a short nod. âAlright. Weâll work it out.â
~~
The village burned, the sky filled with smoke and screams. Wade stood frozen, his swords at his sides, his heart pounding as he watched the chaos unfold. Victor moved through the villagers like a predator, leaving destruction in his wake. The rest of Team X followed orders without hesitation, their faces devoid of emotion.
And then there was Logan, standing at the edge of it all, fists clenched, his jaw tight. Wade could see the internal battle playing out in Loganâs eyes, the same conflict he had witnessed thirty-five times before.
âLogan!â Wade shouted, his voice raw with desperation.
Logan turned, meeting Wadeâs gaze. For a fleeting moment, Wade thought maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. Maybe Logan would stay.
But then Logan ripped off his dog tags, the small metal pieces clinking as they hit the ground. Without a word, he turned and walked away, his silhouette disappearing into the smoke and darkness.
Wade felt his chest tighten, his throat closing up as tears pricked his eyes. He clenched his fists, his grip on his swords trembling as he tried to hold back the crushing weight of failure.
âDamn it,â Wade whispered, his voice breaking. âWhy canât I fix this?â
The loop would reset. It always did. But as Wade stood there, watching Logan vanish into the night, he felt the hope slipping away, leaving behind only the hollow ache of knowing he would have to start all over again.
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I took a nap the other day and woke up, not particularly rested, to word vomit a 1.5k outline featuring alpha fem!Yuuji with alpha masc!Gojou into @nearalways' DMs.
So, yeah, we're doing goyuu het with fem!Yuuji now. That's another goyuu dynamic struck off the list. Or added, depending on how you view it.
The chances of me actually writing this are low. The outline is complete, but the number of JJK ideas I want to write is now 95, excluding the hole mission concepts. So, below, you have the basic premise and a few hundred words of omegaverse worldbuilding and cockwarming ft. Gojou being a horny creep and Yuuji being far too okay with it.
The section below has detailed descriptions of fantasy bottom growth, so give this a pass if that's a sensitive topic for you.
Title: wield her, use and yield her
Premise: The years after puberty is particularly volatile for female alphas, both physically and mentally, owing to secondary genital development. Gojou volunteers his mouth to ease his new favorite studentâs distress.
Female alphas' most distinctive anatomical feature is that their cocks grow, knots develop, and balls drop during the presentation period, which happens 1-2 years after puberty.
Yuuji's smack in the middle of it when she's yanked into jujutsu society, and that's considered the most volatile time for female alphas, even more than their male counterparts, because the ongoing discomfort of bottom growth plus the raging hormonal/pheromonal changes keep them on edge almost 24/7. Yuuji being Yuuji, she keeps her irritability contained for the most part, but it's a more visible mask than usual and even she doesn't manage to hide the physical aspectsâsquirming and flushing when her growing cock aches, breaking into cold sweats, pupils dilating etc. It's identical to arousal except for the way her scent is an unpleasant blend of pain and desire, obvious to everyone in a closed classroom environment.
Now, Gojou, being the kind and helpful teacher he is, decides he can't just let his newly acquired favorite student...suffer. Maybe a week into Yuuji joining the school, he holds her back after a class in which she seemed particularly bothered and very casually gestures at her crotch and asks if it's bothering her. Yuuji replies bluntly, if sheepishly.
Gojou says he knows something that can help; does Yuuji-chan trust him? Yuuji does because she's insane and has bad taste in people. Gojou tells her to lean against her desk and then drops to his knees. And Yuuji is shocked and a bit scandalized, but she doesn't stop Gojou when he nuzzles her crotchâhave Gojou describe how she flushes darker, how her scent thickens with the arousal drowning out the hurt, how her fists clench in the wood till it creaks. Cue explanation where Gojou lays out that the right kind of pressure and heat can soothe the ache. Yuuji rasps out: but, sensei, it's too sensitive, I can't even jerk off properly anymore.
Gojou nods, aware of a variation of it since his knot felt like that too coming in, but says Yuuji was probably too rough. There is a fine difference between a horny teen's hand and an adult's experienced mouth. Unzips her pants and demonstrates.
Her cock is like a micropenis in its current state: some 2â3 inches, distinct from a beta woman's clit because of how thick it's grown. Her cunt already seems to be atrophying, no wetness despite the need thick in her scent.Â
Gojou closing his mouth around the cock, licking but not sucking. Mostly just staying there, something warm and soothing around her. Yuuji reacting with gutted sounds and grasping hands, hips bucking into Gojou's mouth one moment and flinching away the next, and it carries on until she comes, which takes longer than it should for any virgin, and afterward, Gojou stays, mouth sweetly still and behaved, and Yuuji just looks at him like he's a miracle.
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TW/CW: horror, stalking, weirdo Ethan, ghostface, mention of puking
Happy Halloween !
(31/10/2023) (2 228 words)
It's a miracle you agreed to go to that stupid party to begin with.
But Ethan insisted so much that you gave up. He told you he needed to tell you something really important. And, well, you've been flirting with him since forever. The hope he was finally going to ask you out was really present.
You terribly want him to ask you out.
It was a Halloween party, so you had to be disguised. Honestly, you are not too fond of these parties. You rather be in your living room partying with your friends, instead of strangers. But Ethan could ask you to jump out of your window that you'd do it.
So you bought a firefighter outfit from the nearest store and went with it. It's enough. Not good or bad, but enough. you had no idea what to wear anyway. It's not sexy, because you're cold, but it's not ugly. You don't think you'll be staying long anyway. As soon as Ethan's here, you kiss him and you leave.
But your plan turned out to fail miserably as you have no damn idea where your man is at.
You've been searching for him for age and the little fun you had completely faded out into the wind.
You've been wandering in the living room and the kitchen for too long. Did Ethan stand you up ? No, he would never do that. You know him. And, not to be mean, but he does not have a lot of people running after him. He's too shy to do the first move. So he won't miss this chance. Well, you hope anyway.
Deciding that you know the living room by heart, you head to a new area of the house, discovering the garage. The car that were previously here, deducing by the tire mark on the ground, was moved. Logical for someone hosting a party like that.
You sit on the workplan. It seems like tools were here before, but removed just like the car. You lay your back on the wall and close your eyes for a minute. When you think about it, you could've also come with your normal clothes. Because there is some disguises here that look just like everyday outfit.
You could have spare some money and not ridiculise yourself with this outrageousely lame firefighter disguise.
When someone push the door open, you're forced to come back to reality. Your hope of finding Ethan standing before you disappear as a Ghostface arrive.
You thought he would head back after seeing you, or at least go sit a little further from you. But he does all he opposite.
He walks up to you without a word and stand still in front of you, right in the middle of the garage. Okay, what is this now.
You feel naive for thinking whoever that was would speak up because he stays dead silent. You're getting uncomfortable. Not because it's Ghostface, but because you're thinking of the person under the mask staring at you so creepily.
Ghostface doesn't scare you, men does.
"Uh hello ?
Ghostface doesn't budge. Maybe he can help you find Ethan ? If you describe him to him, you can try to extract information.
"Well, while you're here. Have you seen my boyfriend ? He's... You know what ? Just forget it." You gave up when he didn't even move. It's like he doesn't hear you.
Plus, you don't even know what Ethan's costume looks like, no need to ask people. It won't work.
How are you going to find him ? It's useless to call for him out loud, he won't hear with the stupidly loud music blasting through the whole house.
"Are you gonna, like, stay here and stare at me ? It's getting awkward."
Ghostface doesn't answer. A sigh leaves your lips. Tired, you take out your phone in order to call Ethan. Of course, because your life always has to be ten times harder for no reason, he never pick up. And the stranger before you seriously start to piss you off.
"Can't you go annoy someone else ? Your costume isn't even fun, or scary, you guys are like twenty to be dressed like that tonight !
What's going on with being Ghostface ? Is it the new mode ? Did you miss something ?
-Do you like scary movies ? His modified robotic voice asks. Damn, some people are really giving their best in their disguise this year. He has to be rich or something to able to buy himself a voice changer.
-You're cringe." Escapes you like a bad reflex.
Who does he thinks he is ? Ain't no way you're feeding his stupid scenario. Ghostface uses his two pointer to draw you a heart in the air. You frown your brows and questions him with your eyes but he doesn't say anything. Did he just flirt with you ? Doesn't your firefighter outfit shows your lack of enjoyment of this night ?
What a shitty night.
You don't want to be the center of attention tonight. The only attention you want is from someone who's not even there.
You jump from the workplan to the ground and leave the place, closely followed by your new pain. Hands in your pocket, you wander without goal nor direction in the hallways of the big house, stumbling upon rooms, closet and just anything and everything.
Your Ghostface was still here, of course. Why would he leave you alone after all ? This asshole doesn't have anything better to do.
You tried to call Ethan several times again but to no avail. You weren't even annoyed anymore, just plainly confused and worried. Did you do something to upset him ? He always answer your calls at the mere second you press the button.
And with the man following you around, your sanity was starting to go low. Stopping suddenly your track, Ghostface hits your back because of him walking so close to you. You turn around, a scowl on your face.
"Will you leave me alone ?"
He draws another heart in the air then point himself and you.
Sighing, you leave the room and almost run to the kitchen in order to grab a new drink. After pushing and squeezing through people all over the living room, you end up at your destination. A group is here, a few Ghostface as well. You roll your eyes and take a can of anything but alcohol, not wanting to get drunk tonight.
All you wanted was Ethan and he was nowhere to be seen.
Seriously, you're here for him and he's not ? He begged you to come, it was his idea ! You try to think of different costumes he could wear. Last year, he wore a cardboard costume of a knight. Maybe this time he's Spiderman ? Something like that. You can definitely see him in a Spiderman costume. Or Ghost from Call of Duty. Fuck, there is like a thousand of different outfit he could wear tonight.
But you know for sure he's not a Ghostface.
Everyone is already dressed as it. Ethan is more nerdy, Ghostface is too bland. There's no personality to it. Of course it can be sexy in a different context. But damn, when there's so much of them, it's just boring. And you doubt Ethan would wear something sexy. You'd love him to, but you can't have everything.
Speaking of it, another of them arrive. He's alone and he lays his weight on the wall at your opposite. Is it him again ? Then, he just completely stop moving, not grabbing a drink. You can't tell if he's looking your way or not, as his mask hide completely his face.
It's possible you're getting paranoid but with this stupid Ghostface following you everywhere, you have some reasons to. Though, maybe it's not him. There is high chance it's not him. There are so many different Ghostface tonight.
But when he raises his hand to wave at you, you just sigh and roll your eyes. That's it, you give up. Throwing your can in the nearest bin, you push yet again everyone to hide in a room. Quickly looking behind you, you can't tell if someone's following you or not. You have to stop in your track to let people get down from the staircase's step to finally go up yourself.
First thing, you rush to the bathroom and lock the door. The music is muffled but still here. A bad headache is already coming your way. You turn on the faucet and throw water at your face after taking a big breath. It's better but you're still alone and bored. Plus, you're hot. So you slide down the zipper and sit your back against the bathtub.
When you think about it, maybe Ethan won't even ask you out. Maybe he just wanted to party with you and told you he had this 'something really important to tell you' just to make you come. Either way, he's not here. You don't know what to think.
You have the umpleasent feeling you wasted your night. Spending it in your bed would have been much better. With or without Ethan.
Maybe he was going to come but changed his mind ? No, Ethan's the nicest guy you've met here. He's not like that. And even if he changed his mind, he would've told you. He's not an asshole.
But then where is he ? Is he already down there ? But how come you don't see him ?
You decide to give up, closing your eyes and trying to ease your mind. Whether he comes or not, it's too late now. You're already here in your stupid disguise.
Your short moment of peace is interrupted by someone knocking and hitting dangerously hard the wooden door, followed by a loud 'Open!'. All you can do is afflict yourself pain by knocking your head on the edge of the bathtub. Why are you here ? You don't deserve that.
Slowly standing up, you unlock the door and immediately get pushed against the wall by an impatient man. You curse, he doesn't even hear, so you leave. In the corridor, your eyes sweep the living room from the interior balcony where there is still no signs of Ethan.
Multiple Ghostface are coming and leaving everywhere but only one catches your attention. He's laying on the wall just in front of the bathroom, as if waiting. You hope it's not him again. He has a hand behind his back, hiding whatever he's holding while the other rises up to wave at you.
Putting your hands in your pocket, you tilt your head to the side when you see him draw another heart with his index, with more difficulty this time as he's only using one hand. Now, you're convinced it's the same Ghostface that you saw earlier. Has he been following you ? Fuck, he has.
Where is Ethan when you need him the most ? You don't have the strength to deal with this guy right now. Smiling fakely, you flip him off and head to the opposite direction. Which is a dead end as Ghostface was placed right before the stair, preventing you from going back to the living room. So you have no other choice but to hide in another room until he leaves you alone.
And that's what you do, you chose a random room and knock on it, hoping there is no one fucking inside. Anxiously waiting for someone to answer, it's when silence fills your ear that you push the door open.
Taking the room in, your blood runs cold. Eyes widening and hands getting sweaty. So shocked that you let the door wide open behind you. They're not real, right ? Before you, a woman is laying on the bed, blood splashed on the sheets and the wall, she is wearing a Coraline outfit. On the ground, two other people in the same state. A man and a woman this time. A devil and a vampire.
They're scarily well done. They look so real. Too real.
You move forward, desperately wanting to be sure. With your pointer, you touch the leg of the woman spread on the bed and feel goosebumps rising on your whole body when it's supple. And warm.
Just like real skin.
A nervous laugh is the only answer you can muster. The music is still going in the living room, so it's fake. They're fake, right ? Yes, yeah of course they are. There is no way something like this could happen right now. In a place where so much people are reunited. It's just a regular decoration of Halloween, of bad taste, but still.
You hope nobody enters while you're here for what you are going to do, as depending on the outline of it, you'll either be fucking creepy or stupidly awkward. Heading to the head of the bed, you touch the hair of the woman on it. It's a blue wig, of course, she's disguised. Wait. She's disguised ? Nobody dress up a mannequin, no ? You remove the hair and realize with horror that real hair are under it.
It can't be, right ? Lastly, you poke her cheek and force open her eye. If it's fake, it's not supposed to have realistic eye. But it's a fucking real and brown eye that stare at your soul when you lift the lid.
Okay, now what the fuck ? It's not funny anymore. Where the fuck is Ethan ? Your breath get stuck in your throat. You are going to throw up if you stay here a minute too long. You need to get the fuck out of here.
You back up slowly but end up stumbling into someone's chest. A scream leave you, you jump in terror and search the head of the guilty who stopped you to flee. But the only thing you're able to see is this fucking Ghostface mask. It's him. You just know it. He's been following you everywhere. You just know it's him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you ?" you yell, feeling your sanity disappear the more you were staying here.
Ghostface tilts his head to the side and the hand he had until now almost hidden behind his back comes up at the front, displaying you the bloody knife he had in hand.
You could have thought it was fake. Only, the blood was dark and drooling on the floor leaving wet red drop on it.
Just like real blood.
He's swinging the weapon from left to right on loop. All the bad words and mean behaviour you could have gave him start to whiplash in your face. If you knew he was a fucking psychopath, you would have drew him a heart too.
"Do you have a boyfriend ?" He asks.
"He's... He's not here yet." You answer partially honest. Now that he was potentially dangerous, you had no problem answering his stupid questions.
"Really ?" Ghostface says, toying with his knife. He was playing with you.
From the corner of your eyes, you're still able to see the corpse of the woman on the bed and you want to puke at the thought of her.
"Are you the one who did this ? You ask in a shaky voice.
-Yeah. Of course. He stays nonchalantly, shrugging.
-Why ?
-Three people, just like us.
For a second, you wonder who's he talking about when saying 'three'. Because you are sure there is only two people here. Does he have allies ? Maybe someone hiding in the room without you knowing ? Fuck, you hope not.
-Three, for you and your two boyfriends.
-I don't have two boyfriends. Hell, you don't even have one to begin with.
-I wouldn't be so sure if I was you.
What does he know about you ? Who is he ? Why is he so sure about it ? What is going on ? There's dead corpses behind you, you need to get the fuck out of here.
You can see people in the corridor but it's like they can't see you. Hell, they probably think he's another Ghostface like there already is.
If you move or scream, you have the feeling he won't hesitate to use his knife against you.
-W-What ? What do you mean ?
The man rises his knife forcing you to shut your eyes in fear. He's tracing forms on your face with it, gliding it to your chin to your lips and then to your cheek.
You don't dare to move even a single muscle, you stopped breathing. You know he probably left bloody marks on your face. The weight on your lips tells you everything. There's blood on it, and it's not yours.
-If I remember correctly, I had something really important to tell you, am I right ?"
What the fuck ?
#ethan landry#yandere ethan landry#ethan landry imagine#ethan landry x gn reader#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry fanfiction#ghostface#ghostface x reader#vitzi9writings
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i had ideas for an entire galladay roleswap au that i just. completely forgot about. oh my fucking god. and when i say roleswap i mean *everything* gets swapped.
penacony is a land of elation, the most wonderous entertainment one could ever experience; if you can afford it, that is. it's a land blessed by aha, where you can forget your struggles and even become someone else entirely, if that's what you want. people think the joy associated with it is unceasing, but it's truly only temporary, and aha is fond of violent and chaotic ends for THEIR own amusement, and so gallagher knows people shouldn't rely on THEIR benevolence.
he is who people believe is closest to the elation in penacony. he's not a masked fool, and he hardly acts like how people would expect him to. he's not grandiose or over the top. he's simple, down to earth, but he makes sure everyone's stay is as best it can be, he creates miracles within the dreamscapes, and people view him as someone perhaps specifically chosen to spread joy and happiness to those who visit penacony.
in truth, though, he works for the enigmata, taking on mythus' duty of undoing all that's been set in stone by the likes of the erudition and finality. some people who come to penacony deserve no sympathy, but there are many who come out of desperation, trying to find some hint of a better life, a different life, where they can be happy. it will never last, the elation will always have to fade away eventually, but can't he try to give them a better ending once it does? if he can erase and obfuscate and rewrite enough, can't he change enough circumstances in their lives for the better?
sunday, on the other hand, is now the security officer plotting behind the scenes. halovians are a natural choice for security; the effects of elation can have some negative consequences, and it already has a reputation for inspiring criminals and terrorists across the universe. should someone find themselves straying from the joy they should be feeling and threatening to turn a sweet dream into a nightmare, they can be psychically nudged back into compliance and docility. plus, it's said that this psychic gift also makes halovians themselves immune to elation, or at least better able to ignore its effects, though that's neither confirmed nor denied.
he's still the adoptive son of the "dreammaster", but in a roleswap, gopher wood and mikhail would also be switching roles. the watchmaker would be the more well renowned leader of penacony, with gallagher or micah set to inherit his role if they haven't already. so sunday, still a follower of the order/harmony, is the one who's upset with how penacony is run, how the ideals it was founded upon have been twisted. how someone he looked up to has been forgotten, cast aside, treated like a traitor to penacony.
he may also be a memetic entity or smth. don't worry about it. also yes, this does mean siobhan and robin swap roles. i haven't thought too much about them, but sunday would be the one to "kill" siobhan and robin would unfortunately be relegated to the role of minor character which sucks bc i love her. but i also love siobhan and she deserves to have her time to shine tbh. i think robin and siobhan should be lesbians <3
anyways. dialogue snippet time!!
"people like to say that penacony's head of security is like a dove cause of your appearance, but it turns out you're more of a magpie, isn't that right? a damn thief of a bird, fitting since you're always taking things that aren't yours." "i've never stolen anything from penacony, much less from its leaders. out of the two of us, you're the one who'd know a thing or two about stealing." "me? you'd better watch your tongue, birdie." "you stole my father's legacy, you clipped my wings, you forced me to play this part, now you wish to silence me? how could you not be the one here who knows the most about taking what isn't theirs?" "your father was nothing but a vulture, stealing the scraps from those who actually put in the work and wanting to claim that he helped build penacony from the ground up, and when that didn't work, he didn't hesitate to switch sides. and you're turning out just like him." "impossible. you're impossible, you know that?" "oh, i'm impossible? no, no, i'll tell you what's really impossible. actually being able to spread the order's influence on penacony, that's what's impossible. do you really think that anything could bring penacony and its guests away from the clutches of elation?" "you seem to think so, working ever so diligently as a minion for the enigmata. following in mythus' footsteps as you try to erase the past; your attempts to overturn truth are futile, it's incredible how shortsighted you must be to never once grasp the fact that all your efforts will only ever be in vain." "you seem awfully confident there, little birdie. you think your precious order could do much better? these people, the fools who willingly come here to stake their whole lives on mere entertainment, will never know what order is like- and that's not even touching on the fact your aeon is dead and gone. unless you want to end up just like THEM, i'd suggest you leave now. go, before i have to force you out." "no. no, no, you won't, gallagher. you know why? because the order has just as much a chance of succeeding as the enigmata does. everything that we see here; everything from ourselves to penacony itself, it doesn't actually mean anything at all. because in the grand scheme of things... all that this is is just fate playing a cruel joke on us."
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr gallagher#hsr sunday#galladay#hsr au#role swap au#i really should make this into a full fanfiction but i already have so many wips i really need to continue/finish/just work on in general..#it would be really fun tho#i fucking love roleswap aus and getting to worldbuild for them#like what do i do with misha in this au? or the nameless crew? or anyone else? no idea- but it'd be so fun to figure out!!#i love the moments when things just click and i figure out how to connect things seamlessly and perfectly and it all makes sense to me#that feeling is better than drugs
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cw: bodily injury. depression. violence. vengeance themes.
You kneel, shoulders hunched over your toilet bowl, the sour taste of stomach acid still lingering on your tongue. Despite the minutes of retching that felt like hours, you have yet to stop shaking, beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. It's the third time you've woken up screaming in the past couple of days, and you are afraid to stand up, save you catch a glimpse of your own still swollen and battered face in the mirror and lurch anew.
You can't go on like this.
Legs semisolid and cold like refrigerated Jell-O, you clamber up to your feet. Now that your nausea has abated for a moment, you might as well attempt to go back to sleep. Unlikely, but you can still dream.
Your one-bedroom apartment is frigid in the wee hours of the morning. Shivering, you limp back to bed and curl into fetal position under paper-thin sheets. If you sleep with anything heavier, you panic and feel as though you are suffocating; any less covered, and you feel insecure and naked, like someone could snatch you away at any second. Again.
Izuku had warned you early on that you could be a target at any time, and it had explained his cautious, slightly-too-tight hold on you always, but the optimistic part of you had always tried to encourage him to trust the safeguards he put in place for you. You'd convinced him that you were strong, and that you were careful, and you'd be fine. Once he'd promised you and himself that he could protect you, always, you'd both breathed out in relief.
Things would be fine, you told yourselves.
This, however - this, you hadn't been quite prepared for. Getting lifted on your way back from your job, drugged and thrown in the back of an unmarked vehicle, and waking up bound and gagged staring into masked faces with unconcealed, greedy smiles, had never been part of your life's plan.
He'd promised to protect you.
Where was he now?
Every bone in your body felt splintered, and every muscle in your body sore. It's still hard to breathe, and it is a miracle that you can still move. Your assailants, whoever they were, had said they were just âsending a messageâ, which is presumably why theyâd let you live. Once they had finished torturing you, theyâd tossed you in the back of an alleyway like Saturdayâs trash. You dragged yourself home, monitoring the bruises that bloomed darkly on your face for anything suspicious enough to suggest head trauma. Anything short of those signs and you wouldnât go to the hospital. There was nothing youâd be able to explain to the doctors anyway and the idea of being proven wrong felt too much to bear. Plus you're too afraid to leave your house anyway.
All you can think about is the strength of the deadbolt on your door, and whether the door is even locked or not, but you feel too drained of energy to get up and check it for the fifth time today. It was an incredible thing to be so weak and yet so emotionally activated. You wonder if this was what it was like to be prey, finally terminally exhausted by your predatorâs chase and laying down to accept death.
A tear, maybe a couple, maybe several, escape your eyes before you finally drift off to sleep.
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The next morning, you wake up encased in warm, strong arms. Your body kicks into sympathetic overdrive and you shriek, kicking and screaming as the embrace only grows tighter.
â___, itâs me! Babe, calm down, listen... Breathe, baby..." He calls your name again, whispering it softly. "Itâs okay, itâs just me.â
Izuku's voice despite attempting to be soothing is as alarmed as you are as he pleads for you to calm down. Once you stop fighting him and start crying softly instead, he nuzzles his chin into your neck, whispering kind, reassuring statements in your ear in between gentle kisses.
âIâm here⊠Iâm here⊠Iâm sorry, but Iâm here now, babe. Itâs my fault, Iâm sorry.â He repeats over and over again. You are still sobbing uncontrollably, but now you have shifted, and your hands cling to the fabric of his shirt. His scent is familiar and safe, and you're at home as you cry into his chest. You don't think of the fact that he's back in Tokyo earlier than he should be or wonder how he has entered your home as much as you had deadbolted the door and barricaded it with all your furniture. You canât exactly describe how you feel; it isn't relief or reassurance that he brings, but a validation of what you had been through.
You donât remember how long you stay in his embrace like this, but it feels like forever.Â
Izuku doesn't ask immediately who hurt you. Instead, once youâd stabilized enough for him to release you, he finds a comforter to wrap around your body, quickly passing his eyes over the length of it, taking in the extent of your injuries. This time, the pressure wasnât too much for you. You sit still, your body numb, staring into nothingness. He disappears for a moment, and when he returns, he's carrying a bowl of soup which he feeds you wordlessly. You don't look at him as you open your mouth every so slightly.
It's too quiet in your apartment. Your mind races but with no thoughts.
Izuku sets down the spoon once you stop accepting it.Â
â___."
Your eyes focus in his direction. The worry is gone from his face, and now a chilling calm has taken its place.
"Do you remember what they looked like?"
His voice has the type of evenness to it that seems contradictorily off-kilter.
You donât respond. He doesn't press you. Instead, he spends the rest of the day with you, watching you carefully. Every time he sees you wince as you move, you can see his fists clench and unclench.
There's somewhere he has to be, you think. Then you say it out loud.
"Izuku, you don't have to watch me like a hawk. I'm fine. I've been fine for the past few days."
You're lying and you can tell he's upset that you are from the look on his face. You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows, and a muscle in his jaw tense.
"You don't look fine," he mutters. "Why didn't you go to a hospital?"
"Didn't want to."
The answer is couldn't.
He gives you a long look, but he doesn't press it.
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Once night has fallen, he has had enough of seeing you suffer. A few phone calls are made in hushed tones on the balcony. You try not to listen in, but he's talking to the police department, then other heroes. Gathering information. Someone says something that causes him to snort from his nostrils, but then you can feel it, the little static in the air that betrays the use of his Quirk, small electrical discharges flowing from his fingertips.
Izuku returns from the balcony and slides the glass door. You look at him and blink, wondering if he'll tell you anything. He smiles at you, but it looks somewhat pained.
âIâll be back.â He reassures, kissing you on the forehead. âIâll right this.â
Your eyes widen. You don't want Izuku to leave, but you couldnât bring yourself to form the words to tell him to stay.
Or even to ask 'how'?
Despite the fact that he leaves, you finally fall asleep, exhaustion overcoming you faster now that you've had even a second of relief from stress. You're not exactly sure how long he's gone this time, but you bolt awake when you hear the doorknob turn yet again, your heart thumping hard in your chest.
The first thing you note is the thick, unmistakable coppery smell of blood permeating the room, enough that your stomach turns.
You can't see Izuku well enough in the dark aside from his green eyes that glow ever so slightly, and the ever-persisting static from his twitching fingertips, barely perceptible.
"Izuku?" you ask. He looks almost forlornly at you, then disappears into the shower.
He's in there for nearly an hour.
Once Izuku steps out, once he's done washing himself free of dirt and grime and blood and whatever else, he curls up next to you, anchoring his arm against your waist. You are facing away from him, and your heart still beats terribly fast in your chest, and you can't bring yourself to tell him how much him touching you makes the pain in your chest worse.
Clothing soaked in red rests on your bathroom tile. Your love will never be squeaky clean again, no matter how wholesome his image is.
He doesn't have to tell you what he did, but you know.
âI love you, ___. Iâll never let someone hurt you again.â
You nod understanding, but you wish you didn't know.
#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#thoughts: izuku#cw depression#daydreams: bnha#cw violence#mimi's notes
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Holiday Fun
featuring, Medusa!Reader, Syzoth, and Baraka! And in case you want context, I suggest you start all the way here.
A/N: Just some headcanons to get into the seasonal spirit and how Medusa!Reader handles winter in general. Please enjoy and don't forget to like, comment, and reblog. My inbox hungers!đđđ
You aren't the biggest fan of the cold, since as a child that meant more chores and work than being able to stay inside nice and warm. That and herb gathering are nigh impossible. But since you grew scales, you found that you absolutely HATED it now! While you're still technically warm-blooded, you still have difficulty staying actually warm. Something Syzoth theorized may be due to the possibility of Zatteran blood having influenced your mutation. Adding reason 5,000 to carve open Shang Tsung from the groin to the gullet the next time you see him.
You aren't able to go outside to do your usual morning basking since the chilled air leaves the Wastes colder than usual. The rocks may as well be ice at that point. It's a herculean effort for you to drag yourself out of bed and its many stacked comforters, in the morning. You refuse to go outside without at least 5 layers of clothing on you.
In fact, Baraka had to go out of his way to ask Ashrah, through Syzoth, to help set up a basking area in your living quarters, since the demoness had to do something similar for Syzoth. On the plus side, this also attracted other patients, mostly afflicted Zatterans, of yours searching to get away from the cold, which means more heat for you to be surrounded by even if it's just by proximity.
Speaking of your patients, you and Baraka make sure everyone in the Colony has plenty of winter clothing and blankets. Luckily, unlike before, Empress Mileena can provide plenty of clothing and blankets to the Tarkatan Colony, thanks to donations from Outworld. Baraka was the one to supervise the fuel for the fires to keep a steady source of heat going longer than usual. You check up on everyone even more because, of how winter brings the high risk of an uprise of Tarkat.
Besides just surviving, you and Baraka go out of your way to make things lively when it's around winter festivals. Both of you had all the more reason to see that the Feast of Thanks was a success with many Tarkatans. Like before, you make sure to incorporate a mix of festivals from all those who live in the Colony from Shokan to Zatteran. While not as many Tarkatans were able to help with decorations, by the time all of you were finished, the air seemed a tad more jubilant than usual. You contributed to decoration by using your wings to reach high cliffs and places to hang up garlands and banners. You even used your hydromancy to painstakingly create a giant chunk of ice for Baraka to carve up into a beautiful work of art. You saw how Baraka's eyes were filled with a bittersweet nostalgia when the Tarkatan children started to play in the snow made from the shredded ice.
By some divine miracle, you could drag Baraka to Johnny Cage's Holiday party briefly. You went with a mask that left the upper half of your face covered, with festive colors painted on. Although you couldn't convince Baraka to dress up in any sort of festive garb or costume. You also told Baraka about how it is custom on Earthrealm to bring food to parties, so he went out of his way to bring in a fairly large beast from the Wastes. A beast that resembles a large Earthrealm koala bear with a large horn like a rhinoceros.
Johnny Cage's eyes widened in surprise when he saw you and Baraka enter his home with this beast strewn across Baraka's shoulders before the latter dropped it at his feet.
"Make sure to remove the head before grilling the meat. I recommend having your servants cook the meat to medium rare before seasoning it generously.â
âMmmhhh very exotic. Really appreciate the roast, even if uncooked.â
Johnny mutters the last part under his breath. Yet, he trusts Baraka's cooking instructions because, surprisingly, the creature you brought in on Thanksgiving didn't taste half bad. You then reveal to Johnny that you brought a small cauldron of what's basically hot vanilla, a traditional winter drink from your canton.
"Why didn't you bring that at the last party?!"
Baraka spent most of Cage's party standing away from the general crowd, not wanting to risk infection. The former merchant was content to watch you chat with Syzoth and Ashrah, occasionally joining in the conversation. Such as when you and Syzoth expressed your mutual distaste for winter, or Ashrah's experiencing winter festivities for the first time. At one point when someone opened a window to let in some of the cool air, you and Syzoth immediately cling to Baraka and Ashrah, respectively.
"Oh wow, Baraka. You're surprisingly hot."
At one point during Johnny Cage's party, you spot a mistletoe hanging at a doorway. Without thinking, you drag Baraka under the plant, pulling out your little book of Earthrealm medicinal herbs.
"Baraka, look! Have you ever seen anything like this??? A Viscum album or a European Mistletoe! Did you know they're parasitic shrubs that grow on other specimens such as pine trees..."
Baraka couldn't fully follow what you were saying, but his soft expression and how the corners of his mouth twitched was more than telling how he was happy to listen. He was leaning against the threshold, arms crossed, as you animatedly told him about a myth about how it was used to poison a supposedly invincible god when Johnny Cage and Kung Lao passed by.
"I mean seriously, where do you fit all that food? ... Ooo look at you two lovebirds."
You stop in your ramble to tilt your head, with Baraka reflecting your confusion with a raised brow.
"We are not lovers, Cage."
"Surrrre you aren't"
Kung Lao responds with playful sarcasm, his dimples visible from his grin. Johnny was more than happy to explain.
"It's one of our realm's traditions that two people kiss when they're both under the mistletoe."
"Y-y-you have to be joking!"
You stutter out with your snakes starting to hiss in a frenzy. Baraka steps away from under the offending shrub while glaring at the Earthrealmers.
When Johnny Cage and Kung Lao insisted they weren't kidding, with Kenshi confirming that it is tradition, it left you and Baraka in a bit of a bind. Mostly as Baraka tried to insist he didn't want to risk giving you Tarkat, and he has no lips, Johnny and Kenshi are both quick to counter his arguments.
On the plus side, you felt as if you could pass out from how overheated your face felt. So to finally get the Earthrealmers off your back, you grabbed Baraka by the shoulders to make him crouch to your height, and use one of your snakes to give him a quick peck on the teeth.
You pulled your cloak's hood over your face, all your snakes curled up close to your head. A stunned Baraka slowly touches his teeth where you technically kissed him.
You more or less avoided Baraka for a while and stuck by the offered catering table to sip your worries away with the homemade drink you brought while idly chatting with Syzoth and Ashrah. However, you were starting to feel rather hot and bubbly on your fourth mug. That couldn't be right; the beverage you made didn't include any booze.
When you started to look over Cage's decorations that included Santa and Reindeer, you started to giggle seemingly out of nowhere much to Syzoth and Ashrah's confusion.
"What do you find so humourous, Y/N?"
"I jussst realized that thisss holiday celebrates an elderly intruder that steals your sweets."
You then burst out in laughter again. Syzoth is quickly able to put two and two together and concludes that you're drunk. The Zatteran is quick to snatch your mug from your hands when you go to take another sip from it. You pouted as your snakes hissed in their displeasure.
"Syzoth, you big bully!"
"Believe me, you had enough."
Syzoth asks Ashrah to watch you and ensure you're hydrated as he informs your host and Baraka about someone possibly spiking all the drinks. However, by the time Syzoth returns with the Tarkatan, you managed to drag Ashrah over to another part of Johnny's mansion to do karaoke on a whim. You sang Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas" in the Zatteran language. Your gaze locks on to Baraka as the song ends, refusing to break your line of sight.
"Oh, I just want you for my own. More than you could ever know. Make my wish come true...."
Not long after, Baraka escorted you back home to the Colony. He had no choice but to let you hold on to him for support since you almost fell down some frosted stairs heading out of Johnny's home. You were swaying on your feet while humming some Christmas songs you heard earlier before breaking the silence.
"I wish I could always be this close to you, Baraka."
"You know better than anyone; you can't risk too much close exposure."
You give him a frown as you wrap your arms around him and squeeze him hard.
"I don't give a damn! I rather risk my health just to hold you close to me, rather than continue to stare at you from afar for the rest of my life!"
"... Booze has clouded your judgment, Y/N. You already know why you can't get too close."
When you both returned to the Colony, neither of you really spoke to one another, but neither did you two physically separate for most of the night. However, it's not like you gave Baraka much choice, as you were determined to prove the former tribune wrong. Besides dressing into something more comfortable, you refused to detach yourself from Baraka as if you were glued on. Meanwhile, he tried to get you to rest off the booze and drink some water. The latter he was more successful with, but not the former. If he was being honest with himself, Baraka was almost tempted to immediately take up on your plead to sleep next to you, keyword, almost. However, you were just as, if not more, determined than Baraka and kept insisting. You only stopped when he offered a compromise of staying in the same room as you but not the same bedding. With that, you settled under your many blankets and quilts before you were out like a light.
The next day, you woke up with a painful hammering into your head and the low light searing your eyes, which forced you to use your second eyelids to look around. All too soon, memories of last night come crashing to the forefront of your mind, which causes you to bury your, suddenly hot-as-fire, face in your pillow.
'WHY DID I DO ANY OF THAT?!?'
After attempting to hide away in your pillows and blankets, you eventually emerge to find your flask, an ornate box with beautiful snake-like designs, some herbal painkillers, and some freshly cooked meat next to your sleeping area. A fond smile makes its way to your face.
After downing your meal and medicine, you open the ornate box, reasoning that it must be from Baraka. Inside the beautiful box is a single flower. A tropical flower that you thought was instinct. Which struck you as odd. Inside was a note in elegant and curvy writing that read
"To the most beautiful flower of them all."
It wasn't in Baraka's handwriting.
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