#no clue when I'll get to that the action scene will kill me

[pinievsev]

hii can you write a seokchan (sweet home) fanfic where reader/oc is being harmed by other survivors in the stadium and seokchan happened to be there so he teaches them a lesson. kinda touch her or I'll kill you vibe, knowing seokchan is a gentleman and doesn't resort to violence i think it'd be hot to see him being protective of his girl

mine to protect

Pairing: Kang seokchan x reader (can be viewed as any gender)

Warnings: blood and violence, not proofread (in desperate need of a proofreader)

Genre: angst + fluff

Story under the cut

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It's been happening for a few weeks now, you thought you had it under control, you thought you could deal with it, but it's been getting bad lately.

You see, near the begining of the apocalypse you'd gotten with your boyfriend, kang seokchan, who just so happens to be a member of the platoon.

You'd kept it a secret for a while, no one had a clue, yet somehow another survivor in the "base" had saw you two together and word spread quickly.

People accused you of being with him so you could get extra food or things after the platoon's expeditions, or have extra protection and be a priority.

Of course it wasn't true, you genuinely love seokchan with all your heart, he was there for you and you were there for him since the start. Since the world started going to shit he's all you've had and you're all he's had.

You rested your head on the wall you were sitting against, not bothering to stop your nose from bleeding any further. You licked your lips, a strong metallic taste left on your tongue due to the red liquid that stained your face.

A few minutes ago, you were simply minding your business, making your way back to your makeshift bed after helping an elderly lady get back to hers, when a group of about 5 other survivors attacked you, screaming profanities your way and landing hit after hit on you with all the strength they had left in them.

You tried to fight back, but 5 against 1 wasn't exactly a fair fight. So you let them. 'it'll be over soon' you told yourself.

What you had failed to notice was a young kid hiding behind a corner, watching the brutal scene unfold Infront of him. What you also failed to notice was the way he scrambled to his feet, sprinting towards the room the platoon members usually gathered in, dodging people on his way and even bumping on to a few, focus on his goal. Finding your boyfriend.

Your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice booming down the hall, getting closer and closer accompanied by the sound of quick heavy steps.

You looked over, turning your head causing pain to shoot up the back of your neck. Seokchan messily halted to a stop Infront of you, kneeling down to your level, worry and concern visible on the man's features.

"What happened?!" He questioned as he helped you sit up properly and checked your injuries. You hissed in pain but kept your lips sealed. He already had alot to worry about, you didn't want him to worry about you either.

His eyes found yours and he placed a hand on the back of your head gently. "Tell me. Please." You shook your head the action barely visible as moving at all made the pain was unbearable.

He sigh at your stubbornness and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak again a quiet voice interrupted him "they were attacked sir." The same boy that had barged inside the room cutting off the Sargent's speech said.

Seokchan looked at the boy, urging him to explain further. You also averted your gaze to him, pleading for him not to say anymore, but to your dismay he did. He explained everything, from how people have been treating you to what they thought of you and what they say about you.

Seokchan's breath hitched, getting cough in his throat he simply nodded towards the kid who took that as a sign to leave.

Once his small frame disappeared out of sight he turned back to you. "How long?" You sighed and closed your eyes before speaking "a couple weeks".

You heard him groan and mumble something "come on" he helped you to your feet and slung your arm over his shoulder, supporting you as you walked back to his room where he had you sit down as he patched you up wordlessly.

You watched him as he worked, the way his brows furrowed in concentration and the way he licked his lips every few seconds.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked suddenly catching the man of guard. He didn't respond until he finished his work.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He asked placing everything back in place. "For, you know, not telling you." He shook his head and looked at your, smoothing out the plaster on your right cheek

"I'm not. I would never be mad at you honey. Maybe, I am a little sad but not mad, never mad" you breathed out in relief, a breath you were unaware you'd been holding.

"I'm sorry. I just... I didn't want you to worry, you already have so much on your plate and you risk your life every day-"

"Don't worry about that. No matter what you'll always be my top priority, like you've always been my love." He assured you.

Moving to sit by you on his bed he snakes his arms around your waist, bringing you close to him and laying back with you in his arms.

"For now, you just get some rest and when you wake up, I'll need names." You chuckled at the man's words "seokchan-"

"I'm serious." You shook your head but agreed nonetheless. You closed your eyes, quickly drifting off. From now on, you won't care what anyone thinks of you, you'll Stan up for yourself and won't depend on anyone to fight on your behalf. Not as long as you had Kang seokchan by your side.

[smashhed]

|| The King's Gambit ||

🔞 Sukuna x Y/N Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Plot: Sukuna in a human world as a mafia boss so things will surely get steamy . Can you handle it ?

Tags- Breast sucking ,killing, mafia ,lust ,revenge ,sex ,plot , fights , gun , gore, action

NOTE : Hey readers,

I just wanted to drop a quick note to let you know that I’m new to the smut genre. Previously, I’ve been writing action fiction novels on other platforms, and now I’m trying to blend some of that action-packed excitement into my new work here. I hope you enjoy the mix of intense action and steamy scenes!

For the love of all things holy, if you're a minor reading this, stop right now. This content is meant for adults only, and I swear to god, if I find out you're reading this, and complaining and crying about it , I'm gonna beat your ass. Stay safe and read responsibly! Divider Credit : @cafekitsune

The city was like a giant maze of metal and glass, full of dark corners and secrets. In the middle of all this, Sukuna, a feared mafia boss, was in charge. His name alone was enough to scare people, and he had a reputation for being tough and powerful.

Tonight, though, things were going to get interesting.

Y/N loved adventure. Her job as a reporter had taken her to some risky places, and this city was no exception. She had heard rumors about Sukuna, the mysterious mafia leader, and she was curious. Wanting to find out more and hoping for a big story, she followed clues that seemed to lead to where he was.

As Y/N navigated the dimly lit streets, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew this was dangerous, but the potential reward was too tempting to ignore.

Sukuna was sitting in his fancy office high up in a skyscraper, far above the busy, dirty streets of the city. The office was decorated with expensive furniture, making it look very different from the rough streets below. He was looking through some reports when one of his guys came in, looking nervous.

"Boss, we found someone snooping around the warehouse area. What should we do?" the man asked, his voice shaking a bit.

Sukuna's expression turned serious. "Who's brave enough to mess around in my area?" "It's a woman, boss. She seems determined, like some sort of journalist," the man replied, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Sukuna's interest was piqued. "Bring her to me. But make sure she's unharmed."

Y/N didn’t expect to be caught so quickly. Suddenly, a few well-dressed but scary-looking men surrounded her. Before she knew it, they grabbed her.

"Let me go!" she demanded, trying to break free.

"The boss wants to see you," one of them told her without any emotion.

They brought her to Sukuna's office. As she was pushed inside, her breath caught in her throat. The man behind the desk was as intimidating as the stories said. His presence filled the room, and his eyes seemed to see right through her.. His penetrating gaze seemed to strip away her defenses, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here ?" Sukuna's voice was smooth as silk, yet laced with a subtle threat. "A journalist, nosing around where she shouldn't be."

Y/N squared her shoulders, meeting Sukuna's intense stare with defiance. "I'm Y/N. And I'm here for a story."

Sukuna leaned back, a small smirk appearing on his face. "A story, is it? You must be quite brave or quite foolish to come here for that."

"Perhaps," Y/N replied, her tone unwavering despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Sukuna's eyes gleamed with amusement. He admired her courage, even as he contemplated the implications of her intrusion. "Very well, Y/N. I'll entertain your request for a story. But know that it comes with a price."

Y/N frowned, her curiosity piqued. "What sort of price are we talking about?"

Sukuna leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "You want a story? Then you'll have to play by my rules. You'll have exclusive access to my world, but in return, you'll owe me a debt—one that I will call upon when the time is right."

Y/N hesitated, weighing the risks against the potential reward. But in the end, her thirst for a groundbreaking story outweighed her apprehension. With a nod, she accepted Sukuna's terms, knowing that delving into his world would be a dangerous game—one where the stakes were higher than she could have ever imagined.

Y/N hesitated. It was a dangerous proposition, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. " Fine. I agree."

Sukuna's smile widened. "Good. Let the games begin."

That night, Y/N was given a room in Sukuna's mansion. It was luxurious, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being a prisoner. She lay in bed, thinking about the man she had just met. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew her in despite the danger.

Meanwhile, Sukuna sat in his study, thinking about Y/N. She was different from anyone he had ever met. Fearless, determined, and undeniably attractive. He was intrigued by her, and that was a feeling he wasn't used to.

The next few days were a whirlwind. Y/N followed Sukuna as he conducted his business. She saw the darker side of his world, but also moments of unexpected kindness. He was a complex man, and the more she learned about him, the more fascinated she became.

One evening, after a particularly tense meeting with a rival gang, Sukuna and Y/N found themselves alone in his office.

"You handled that well," Y/N said, breaking the silence.

Sukuna looked at her, his eyes intense. "You surprise me, Y/N. Most people would be terrified in your position."

"I'm not most people," she replied, meeting his gaze.

Sukuna stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "No, you're not."

There was a charged silence between them. Y/N's heart raced as Sukuna reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

" You should be careful," he murmured, his voice low. "Playing with fire can get you burned."

Y/N's breath hitched. "Maybe I like the heat."

Sukuna's eyes darkened with desire. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N."

"And you're enjoying every minute of it," she shot back.

Sukuna's lips curved into a predatory smile. "Maybe I am."

Over the next few days, the tension between Sukuna and Y/N grew. They were like two magnets, drawn together despite the danger. Sukuna was captivated by Y/N's spirit, and she was drawn to his raw power.

One night, Sukuna took Y/N to a high-end club. It was a place where deals were made and alliances formed. As they entered, all eyes were on them. Y/N felt a thrill of excitement and danger.

They danced, the music pulsing around them. Sukuna's hands were possessive on her waist, and Y/N felt a shiver of anticipation. She looked up at him, their faces inches apart.

"This is your world," she said softly. "But it feels like we're in our own little universe."

Sukuna's grip tightened. "As long as you're with me, you're part of it."

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Then let's make it ours."

Sukuna pulled her closer, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The heat between them was undeniable, and Y/N felt like she was on fire.

Just as they were lost in each other, chaos erupted. Gunshots rang out, and the crowd panicked. Sukuna immediately shielded Y/N, his eyes scanning the room for threats.

"Stay close to me," he ordered, his voice deadly calm.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline. They moved through the chaos, Sukuna taking down attackers with ruthless efficiency.

When a man with a gun emerged from the shadows, aiming directly at them, Sukuna's response was lightning-fast. He quickly pushed Y/N behind a pillar for safety, then charged the gunman. As he closed the distance, he ducked under a sloppy shot, rolled forward, and sprang up right in front of the attacker. Using his forearm, he blocked another attempted shot and twisted the gunman's arm sharply, forcing him to drop the weapon. With a swift uppercut, Sukuna knocked the gunman out cold.

Another attacker charged at Sukuna, wielding a knife. Sukuna sidestepped, grabbing the attacker's wrist, and delivered a low kick to the assailant’s knee, destabilizing him. As the man stumbled, Sukuna used his grip on the wrist to flip the attacker over his shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground. The knife skittered across the floor, and Sukuna quickly kicked it into a corner.

Y/N, from behind the pillar, watched Sukuna with a mix of fear and awe. His movements were precise and calculated, his expression focused and unyielding.

More attackers rushed towards Sukuna, but he was ready. He swiftly picked up the dropped gun and switched to defensive stance. He fired several controlled shots, each aimed with deadly precision, incapacitating his assailants one by one. The sharp reports of the gun echoed through the club, overshadowing the chaotic screams around them.

Sukuna’s agility and combat prowess were on full display as he ducked a wild swing from another attacker, countered with a jab to the throat, followed by a knee to the stomach, and a powerful palm strike to the chest that sent the man flying backward.

As the last of the attackers fell, the intensity in Sukuna’s eyes faded slightly. He turned back to Y/N, his posture relaxing as he walked over to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, his tone shifting from the commanding fierceness of battle to concerned softness.

Y/N nodded, her voice shaky from adrenaline. " Yes, I’m okay, thanks to you. That was… incredible."

Sukuna cracked a small, confident smile. "Glad to hear that. Stay close to me, it’s not over until we’re out of here."

Back at the mansion, Sukuna and Y/N tended to their wounds. The danger they had just faced brought them even closer.

"Sukuna," Y/N said quietly, breaking the silence. "Why did you bring me into your world?"

Sukuna looked at her, his expression unreadable. "At first, it was curiosity. But now... it's more than that."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Sukuna took a deep breath. "I've never met anyone like you, Y/N. You challenge me, make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."

Y/N's eyes softened. " I feel the same way, Sukuna. "

He reached out, taking her hand in his. "This is dangerous, you know that, right?"

Y/N nodded. "I don't care. I'm not afraid."

As their conversation simmered with tension, Sukuna's gaze darkened with desire. "You want to play with danger, Y/N?" he murmured huskily, his voice dripping with seduction. Y/N's pulse quickened as she met his gaze head-on. " I'm not afraid to explore every inch of you," she whispered, her words a challenge. Sukuna smirked, his dominant aura filling the room.

"I want to possess every inch of you, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with desire.

Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her body already craving his touch. "Then take me, Sukuna," she whispered, her voice thick with longing. With a growl, Sukuna claimed her lips in a fierce kiss,

Sukuna's eyes darkened with raw desire as he pinned Y/N against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. " You're mine, Y/N, " he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. Y/N gasped at the intensity in his gaze, feeling a rush of heat pooling between her legs. "Claim me, Sukuna," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. With a predatory smirk, Sukuna trailed kisses along her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "I'll make you mine in every way," he vowed, his hands exploring her body with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine .

Sukuna's lips trailed along Y/N's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her like a predator savoring its prey. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she surrendered to his dominance, her body arching against his with a desperate need. "You're mine, Y/N," Sukuna growled possessively, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "And tonight, I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me." With a hungry moan, Y/N nodded, her desire burning like wildfire

With a wicked grin, Sukuna's fingers trailed down Y/N's body until they reached her throbbing clit. "You like it when I tease you, don't you, Y/N?" he purred, his voice laced with dominance. Y/N whimpered in response, her hips instinctively pressing against his hand, craving more of his touch. "Please, Sukuna," she begged, her voice thick with desire. Sukuna's smirk widened as he circled her clit with expert precision, driving her to the edge of madness with each teasing touch. " You're so beautiful when you're desperate for me," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Sukuna suddenly stopped, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at Y/N teasingly. "Do you want more, Y/N?" he taunted, his voice dripping with dominance. Y/N's breath hitched as she stared up at him, her body throbbing with need. "Please, Sukuna," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. Sukuna smirked, reveling in her desperation before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor. "You have to earn it, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Sukuna's smirk widened as he gazed down at Y/N, his dominance radiating from every inch of his being. " If you want more, Y/N, you'll have to show me how much you want it," he teased, his voice thick with desire. Y/N's heart raced at his command, her need for him burning hotter than ever. "I'll show you, Sukuna," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. With a wicked grin, Sukuna leaned back, his cock throbbing with anticipation as Y/N eagerly took him into her mouth, sucking him like she meant it

Sukuna watched with smug satisfaction as Y/N took him into her mouth like a hungry prey, her lips wrapping around him with eager determination. "That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "Show me how much you crave me." Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy coursing through Sukuna's body. "You're mine to devour, Y/N," he growled, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.

Sukuna's eyes widened with surprise as Y/N suddenly deepthroated him, her mouth engulfing him with a hunger that left him breathless. "Fuck, Y/N," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're even more skilled than I thought." Y/N's eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued, her movements relentless as she took him deeper and deeper. "You like that, Sukuna?" she teased, her voice husky with desire. Sukuna could only nod in response, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of her mouth around him

Sukuna's fingers found their way to Y/N's throbbing clit as she deepthroated him, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "You like it when I take control, don't you, Y/N?" he murmured, his voice thick with dominance. Y/N moaned around him, her hips bucking against his hand as she surrendered to his touch. "Yes, Sukuna," she gasped, her voice muffled by his length. Sukuna smirked, relishing in the power he held over her as he continued to pleasure her without mercy

With a primal growl, Sukuna seized control, flipping Y/N onto her back as he positioned himself between her thighs. "You're mine to claim, Y/N," he declared, his voice dripping with dominance. Y/N's breath hitched with anticipation as she felt him enter her, his length filling her like never before. "Yes, Sukuna," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender Sukuna's throbbing cock plunged into Y/N's wet pussy, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh, Sukuna," she moaned, her voice a symphony of ecstasy as he pounded her relentlessly. Sukuna's primal growls filled the room as he claimed her as his own, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you, Y/N?" he grunted, his voice thick with desire. Y/N could only nod in response, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion. 

Sukuna's hands eagerly seized Y/N's breasts, and with a swift, decisive motion, he tore apart her top, revealing her pert nipples to his hungry gaze. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he took her sensitive peaks into his mouth, his lips and tongue working wonders on her flesh, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through her entire being. With each suck and nibble, she felt herself unraveling under his skilled ministrations, her body responding instinctively to his every touch.

"Oh, Sukuna," Y/N moaned, her back arching in pleasure as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming sensations washing over her. Her fingers clawed at his back, urging him closer as she sought to immerse herself fully in the ecstasy of their shared passion. Sukuna groaned in satisfaction, his hunger for her growing with each passing moment, his dominance radiating from every fiber of his being.

"You're mine, Y/N," Sukuna declared, his voice thick with possessiveness as he claimed her with each fervent kiss and caress. Y/N could do nothing but whimper in response, completely lost in the intensity of their connection.

Sukuna shifted Y/N onto her back, his eyes ablaze with desire. "You ready for more, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. Y/N nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps as she braced herself for his next move.

With a primal grunt, Sukuna thrust into her once again, his cock filling her completely. "Oh god, yes!" Y/N cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy as she surrendered to the pleasure of his powerful thrusts. Sukuna's lips crashed down on hers, his kisses hot and urgent as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Their bodies moved together in a frenzied rhythm, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge. "You feel so good, Y/N," Sukuna moaned, his voice rough with desire. Y/N's nails dug into his back, her cries of pleasure mingling with his 

Sukuna's voice was a low, husky whisper against Y/N's ear as he spoke, "I want to make you cum, baby. Let me feel you unravel around me." Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her body quivering with anticipation.

"Please, Sukuna," she begged, her voice dripping with need. "Make me cum hard."

With a predatory grin, Sukuna increased the pace of his thrusts, driving her closer to the edge with each powerful movement. "You're so close, Y/N," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go for me."

Y/N's fingers clenched the sheets as she surrendered to the pleasure building inside her, her cries of ecstasy filling the room as she finally reached the peak of her pleasure. "Yes, Sukuna, yes!" she screamed, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Sukuna's cock throbbed with anticipation as Y/N reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, her walls gripping him tightly as she came hard. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he groaned, feeling her hot juices coating his dick. With a primal roar, he released himself deep inside her, filling her pussy with his hot, sticky cum.

But Sukuna wasn't satisfied yet. His hunger for her was insatiable, and with a predatory gleam in his eyes, he continued to pound into her relentlessly. "You like that, don't you, Y/N? You want more of my cock?" he growled, his voice dripping with lust.

Y/N could only whimper in response, her body writhing beneath him as she begged for more. With each powerful thrust, Sukuna felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge once again. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, baby," he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

And with one final, powerful thrust, Sukuna emptied himself inside her for a second time, their combined moans filling the room as they surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of their shared climax.

With a satisfied smirk, Sukuna leaned down to kiss Y/N passionately, his lips claiming hers with a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine now, Y/N," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with dominance. "I've claimed you as mine, and there's no going back."

Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as she surrendered herself completely to him. "Yes, Sukuna," she whispered, her voice a breathless affirmation of her submission to him.

Their night was a whirlwind of passion, each moment hotter than the last. They fucked again and again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they sought to quench their insatiable desire for each other.

With every thrust, Sukuna claimed Y/N as his own, their moans of pleasure echoing in the darkness as they surrendered themselves completely to the fire of their passion. They explored every inch of each other's bodies, leaving no part untouched as they reveled in the ecstasy of their shared pleasure.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, they finally collapsed in each other's arms, sated and spent from their night of passion. With a contented sigh, Sukuna pulled Y/N close, holding her tightly against him as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined in a blissful embrace.

The next few days were a blur of action and emotion. Sukuna and Y/N grew closer, their bond deepening with each passing moment. They were a formidable team, each pushing the other to new heights.

But the danger was always lurking, and they both knew it was only a matter of time before it caught up to them.

The inevitable showdown arrived with the fury of a storm. A rival gang, determined to dethrone Sukuna, launched a full-scale attack on his mansion under the cover of night. Bullets rained and explosions lit up the dark sky, signaling the start of a merciless battle.

Sukuna and Y/N stood back to back, their resolve steeling them against the onslaught. Sukuna's eyes were ice-cold with focus, his gun firing with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each shot synchronized with his breathing. Beside him, Y/N matched his rhythm, her own gun spitting fire at any figure that dared advance.

One thug tried to look menacing but slipped on his own shoelaces and went flying past them. Sukuna couldn't help but snort.

"Watch this," Sukuna whispered to Y/N as he spotted another group trying to flank them. He waited until they were awkwardly clustered together, then lobbed a smoke grenade. The gang members stumbled around, bumping into each other like characters in a silent film.

Y/N giggled, covering her mouth. "They're like penguins on ice!"

"Cover me," Sukuna said, diving into the fray with a bit more flair than necessary. He rolled, not because he needed to, but because it looked cool. When he came up, his hair was perfectly tousled—somehow it always was, even in a gunfight.

A large, burly thug swung a crowbar at Sukuna, who dodged and quipped, "You need to hit the gym, mate!" before delivering a punch

A thug lunged at him with a knife, slashing wildly. Sukuna dodged to the side, his arm whipping out to catch the man's wrist, twisting it viciously until the knife clattered to the ground. With a swift uppercut, he sent the attacker sprawling.

"Y/N, watch out!" Sukuna yelled as he saw another assailant sneaking behind her. Y/N spun around just in time, her fist connecting with the attacker's jaw in a satisfying crunch.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Amidst the chaos, a burly figure emerged— the leader of the rival gang. He was flanked by his best men, who moved with lethal intent towards Sukuna and Y/N.

Sukuna met the gang leader's gaze, his expression grim. "This ends tonight," he growled.

The leader smirked, cracking his knuckles. " You're in over your head, Sukuna. "

With a roar, Sukuna charged, ducking as the leader swung a heavy pipe. He countered with a jab to the abdomen, followed by a sharp hook to the face, staggering the larger man.

Meanwhile, Y/N battled two assailants. She ducked a wild swing, pivoting to deliver a kick that knocked the wind out of her opponent. As the second man raised his gun, Y/N grabbed his arm, twisting and using his own body to shield herself as she disarmed him, throwing him over her shoulder onto the ground.

"Y/N!" Sukuna shouted, distracted for a split second as he saw her struggle. That moment was all the leader needed. He landed a heavy blow to Sukuna's side, a knife slicing through his shirt and skin.

"Stay with me, Sukuna," Y/N cried out, dispatching another attacker before rushing to his side. Blood was beginning to stain his shirt, but his eyes burned with an unquenchable fire.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sukuna gritted out, pushing past the pain. With a fierce yell, he launched himself at the gang leader. They traded blows, the sound of flesh and bone meeting echoing above the gunfire. Sukuna's movements were a blur, a ballet of violence, as he parried, dodged, and struck with ruthless efficiency.

Finally, with a powerful combination of strikes, Sukuna landed a devastating blow to the leader’s temple, sending him crashing to the ground, unconscious.

The remaining attackers, seeing their leader defeated, began to falter. Sukuna and Y/N seized the momentum, pushing back with renewed vigor until the last of the attackers fled into the night.

With the last of the attackers gone, the mansion was left in ruins. Smoke and dust hung in the air, and the once luxurious rooms were now a battlefield.

Y/N rushed to Sukuna's side, her heart pounding with fear. "Sukuna, you're hurt."

He smiled, though it was strained. "It's just a scratch."

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him, her voice trembling. "Stay with me, Sukuna. Don't you dare leave me."

Sukuna reached out, cupping her face in his blood-stained hand. "I'm not going anywhere," he said softly, his eyes filled with determination.

With a final, desperate push, they managed to defeat the attackers. The mansion was in ruins, but they had survived.

As they stood amidst the wreckage, Y/N looked at Sukuna, her eyes filled with love and determination.

"We did it," she said softly.

Sukuna pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing her ear. "Yes, we did. And as long as we have each other, nothing can stop us."

In the aftermath of the battle, Sukuna and Y/N began to rebuild. Their love had been tested and had emerged stronger than ever. They knew their future would be filled with challenges, but they were ready to face them together.

As they stood on the balcony of their new home, looking out over the city, Sukuna took Y/N's hand in his.

"This is just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with promise.

Y/N smiled, leaning into him. "And I can't wait to see what the future holds."

With their hearts intertwined and their love burning bright, they were ready to take on the world.

Together. THE END { or is it <3 ? }

[semper-legens]

45. Sunbringer, by Hannah Kaner

Owned?: No, library Page count: 367 My summary: Kissen, the girl who dedicated her life to killing gods, is dying. But she's not out for the count yet. Her life may be in the hands of the gods she swore to kill, but her choices are still her own. And there's a much bigger, much scarier god on the horizon. Arren; once just a king, now literally hosting a god in his heart, burning from the inside. Elo's former commander. Elo's former love. When Arren marches on his own people, there are precious few who can stop him. But if they don't, the god will burn through the land… My rating: 3.5/5 My commentary:

Sorry for the sporadic updates over here! I've been weirdly busy lately, which translates both to having no time to write up books, and less time to read them. Not helped by the fact that many of the things I am reading are on the longer side. But I hope to be a bit more active over here now! This book is the sequel to one I read a while back, Godkiller - I found it interesting enough at the time to keep an eye out for the sequel when it dropped, and got my hands on a copy after the wait list at the library had died down a tad. I enjoyed Godkiller, on the whole, though I did have a couple of reservations about its storytelling. And by and large, the same holds true here! While I had a few quibbles here and there, this is overall a solid series that held my interest quite well.

The worldbuilding in this book continues to be excellent. I did have a problem acclimating at first, having naturally forgotten a lot of what was established in the first book, but to be fair the narrative caught me up quite well. I was very immersed in the environment after that, fully believing and buying into the world presented here. There's so many little details, and without a huge dump of exposition - the reader picks things up from context clues and from asides by the characters, it's very neatly done. I found myself getting absorbed into the setting very easily.

And our characters remain strong. Kissen's determination, Elo's worldweariness, Inara's search for herself; all of them are strong throughlines. There seems to be an push and pull with Inara where she's finding herself between Kissen and Elo in terms of role models - she ultimately finds herself with Kissen's tenacity, but not necessarily her ruthlessness, and Elo's compassion, but with a harder edge. But she's still her own person, and forging towards her own destiny, which tests her relationship with Skedi, the god of white lies who is attached to her. I really enjoyed their relationship, they're so close but Inara's actions are forcing Skedi to reconsider who she is and how he feels about her, despite him being very dependant on her. Elo becomes a commander once again, in charge of a resistence to Arren this time, and if you know anything about me you know I love male characters that are burdened by their sense of duty. Elo's pain was delicious. And then there's Kissen - angry, alone, isolated, on her one-woman journey to save the realm at all costs. I love how uncompromising she was in the face of the gods, considering each decision she made and deliberating over her choices in terms of her own morality, not the morality that the gods decided for her. Especially when it leads to tragedy.

What else? The other characters that populate this world are very believable. I grew pretty attached to the city and the inkers Elo helps - although the narrative proved a bit clumsy around Naia, a trans woman in that group whose identity just kind of gets announced in her introduction. The effort is appreciated, the execution less so. The battle scenes are really disjointed, but I mean that as a compliment; this kind of guerilla warfare is disjointed and confusing, and I think the narrative portrays it well. I'm fond of this world, and when the inevitable third part of this series shows up, I'll probably read that too.

Next up, puppets and robots and fairies, oh my!

[ltlemon]

kk I'm gonna live blog episode 6 of OFMD because it'll be funny MAJOR SPOILERS but also like everything's super spaced out so you could probably read along with my reactions? (no clue why you would do that but the option is there.)

fair warning this is really long but no one's going to actually read this so that's fine.

that opening shot is SOO PRETTY

who tf is this guy

'my love'? is he fruity and evil? evil and fruity?

'god that was a beautiful pitch, that was really nice'??? I THINK SO???

I might end up liking the evil gay violin man

hi ed <33

oh no trauma

DRAMA WITH THE GIRLLLS <33 (Izzys little wiggle is precious)

HE THOUGHT HE WAS ROACH???? HOW DRUNK IS HE HOT DAMN

he did say sorry though :')

they're sharing the bottle !! the only times ed has done that with anyone that I can remember has been with calico jack and stede

fock off >:(

aww stede put away all his stuff for him

's probably not a good idea though

oop, yep, caught it. guilt room :(

poor stede he looks like he feels a little bad now.

he's so sweet about it though. <3

ARCHIE!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SM

AA LOOK AT HOW JIM LOOKS AT HER

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A BIRTHDAY STORY?!?!? AHAHAH

GIRL YOU ARE INSANE

oluwande looks like he's doubting his partners choice of a third slightly

fang's sticking his pinky out!

hehehehe they want a party <33

YEAHHHH

aww not stede offering to give the loot up to a good cause

give it a new purpose, one not tied to ed's guilt

you interrupted their little meeting >:(

EEhehe

YES TURN POISON INTO POSITIVITY

that's what I said

aw ed's charmed

✨I'm gonna go walk my dogs now, I'll be back✨

okok I'm back and I have a quesadilla

oh cool Ricky's back

you were minding your buisness?? no tf you weren't

heh, his new nose is cute though, it's like fancy china

old wrapped his arm around Jim!!! the cuties ever!!

AWWWWW HES FUCKINDUWDHAH

HES GIVING MONEY TO RANDOM KIDS BC HE WAS POOR AS A KID ADSIJN

I love him so much

'filthy little gutter rats' I'm dying

INN RP???

'don't be pirates' 'yeah agreed don't be pirates 😀'

zheng!

girl what is wrong with you

wee John doing drag makeup!!!!!!!! EAHEIDHAB

izzy seems quite intrigued

AWW stede's so charmed by the party

it's rubbing off on ed too

omfg Jim's so silly

just a little guy

HOLY SHIT WEE JOHN LOOKS GOOD

eeeeee ed's little smile at stede <33

WHAT THE FUCK IZZY MUSICAL SCENE WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK

AND HE'S GOOD!?!?!?!?

WIAIYT WAIT WAIT ARE THEU GONNA DANCE

PLEASE PLEAAAASE TELL ME THEYRE GONNA DANCE

fang's clapping for izzy in the background ee

UEUEUEUE SOME PEOPLE ARE DANCING

Jim and Archie are so flipping cute omfg

holy shit??? hand kiss???

AWWWW <<3333

OH OH OH AND JIMS DANCING WITH OLU TOO

THEY REALLY DO HAVE TWO HANDS

HAH HOLY SHIT THE THREE OF THEM ARE TRYING SO HARD

JIM SANDWICH

!!!!

AW OH OH NO ED SHIELDING STEDE-

oh its gay violin man!

'oh I'm going to torture you all. by the way. 😃' sorry I forgot, I meant evil gay violin man.

I love how when ed says 'its because I only hang out with cool pirates' Stede's looking at him like he just delivered the burn of the century

oh holy shit stede's getting pissed he's like stop touching him

'oh shit! You struck a chord, I think you got it in one!' his face here is so wholesome aa

'you torture like a bitch' 'yes ok honey maybe you shouldn't say that it might get us killed'

AW NO THE LITTLE 'it's me you want ITS ME YOU WANT' he can deal with it, causing pain to himself because of an action he did is fine, he's used to that, but that pain coming to stede is unacceptable.

'so what's the plan you...weird...fock?' starting to like izzy

AHDJAKSJ I love Lucius and Pete sm ya'll

his little conductors baton is really cute

Lucius and Pete in the lower levels of the ship looking like a shot from Alien

omfg stede asking for her name is so cute'

'where were you 😡' 'we got engaged 😄' 'aww🥰' 'anyways- 😡'

'alright gang! let's talk profit sharing! 😄' I'm dead

'don't do it stede 🥺' crying sobbing shaking

holy fucking shit stede

OH NO

baby's looking haunted by the horrors in his bedroom

??????

WHAT??

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE???? I NEED TO REWIND HOLD ON

HOLY SHIT

EDS FACE TOO HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

sir you just killed a man???? why do you want to fuck now????????

aw ok but Izzy's back to singing though <33

he likes it :))

PHEW HOLY SHIT WHOA

OK IM STAYING SILENT FOR THIS SCENE ILL TALK WHEN ITS DONE I CANT FLIP BACK AND FORTH DURING THIS ONE BOYS (gn)

THAT WAS SO GOOD

LUCIUS'S LITTLE DANCE, EVERYONE SINGING ALONG,

GAY SEX?!?!?!

AGAGAAHAH

omg they're shouting for an encore in the creditsaaa 🥺

and Archie and roach interact yay!!

wow. ok. so we were right about the gay sex hips!!!

wow. we were right about the gay sex hips....

on to episode seven. (I may die within the next 24 minutes.)

[ioannemos]

had some more dreams™️ the other night, less "guess i'm not handling that as well as i thought" and more plot-adjacent

​one was like a reboot of knight rider or something (which is funny to me bc i've never seen the original - all i know is dude had a really smart car). the protag was a black guy whose life got upended when his rich gf thought he was cheating on her (he wasn't), threw him out, took the keys to his nice car, etc. he was a hard worker but in a really cutthroat workplace. so he's homeless and needs a car, so he goes to an honest john's dealership and ends up with k.i.t.t. (like the gal in bumblebee with, well, bumblebee). didn't actually get to the fun part in this one, just the lead-up. the guy was living in this out-of-the-way corner near a highway overpass with the support of like two friends (a couple, i think; no idea why he couldn't crash on their couch). ngl there was one very funny bit, a scene where the ex-gf was ranting to a friend like "now i know he's cheating! i was starting to re-think it but then i saw him buying all these sun dresses. why else would he be buying them??" followed by a hard cut to the dude wrapping one around his waist after taking a camp shower. don't ask me why he was using sun dresses instead of towels, maybe they were cheaper at the thrift store??

the other notable one involved time traveling shenanigans to solve a series of puzzles in what i think was a buddhist temple. one puzzle solution was finding an elongated plastic fork and spoon and using them to pick up sacred objects that otherwise couldn't be reached; another had something to do with a bell, i think? and another involved stratigically killing oneself (don't ask me now how this helped bc i don't remember). there were multiple versions of people trying to solve the puzzles who sometimes killed themselves or other versions of themselves (which was confusing for me and the people in the dream). there were also visions of the future and the past, causing more chaos. the evil guy responsible for the puzzles never showed up in person but his wife was there, or rather the enchanted object that was as close as one could get. she was basically a golem with the original wife's hair or something stuffed in her, and the more she lost the more confused she got and the less human she looked, which is an intriguing concept... me and the other person trying to solve the puzzles (i honestly don't even remember the gender of the person) were driving past the temple when someone killed the engine of our car from a distance, which i noticed but pretended i didn't. we went inside, picked up a few 'something's not right' clues, and then i got tired of the slow build-up and went into the main room and said something to the effect of "okay i'm done pretending, let's get on with it" and the puzzles kicked into gear

as a side note, this latter dream helped me figure out a key quality of some of my dreams lately: they're like improv theater. i've never done improv, mind you, but there are parameters of what's supposed to be happening, lines that people are supposed to say, actions they're supposed to take... there are general guidelines that can be rehearsed or thrown out as wanted/needed, a sense that i am myself, playing myself, and playing a person other than myself by turns. it's a common thread for me to notice someone or something out of place but to very deliberately go on as if i didn't. in more than one dream i'll experience the same "scene" more than once, and i remember one dream where afterward someone commented on something in the scene as if she hadn't been present, which would make sense if we'd been rehearsing and she was just commenting on my performance there's probably a lot to unpack here but let's just throw out the whole suitcase, huh?

i can't remember if the animal people were in either of these or in their own. i really only remember a white tiger with extremely long fur on its tail, a dog, and maybe mind-controlling snakes?

[official-kenralie-fanbase]

Hi! i'm new to the tumblr kotlc fandom (but i've been a fan of the books for years) and i checked out your character ask game. it doesn't look like you've done alden yet, so i wanted to know what you think of his character and development, and specifically your thoughts on the Alden Neverseen theory. the theory is that alden is the unknown telepath in the Neverseen and the behind-the-scenes leader, which could explain some unrevealed plot points (like what the vacker legacy actually is, cause the troll breeding was sorta anticlimactic imo) and some of his more questionable actions (like why prentice called swan song before getting mind-broken, or why he was using fitz and alvar --fitz was six, mind you!--to search for sophie when ninety-five percent of the elven world didn't believe she even existed pre-series).

disclaimer, i haven't read stellarlune yet, so idk if said leader/telepath is revealed already! (i've ordered it but it hasn't arrived yet)

Hello Val! It's so nice to meet you, I'm relatively new to the kotlc tumblr fandom as well so I'm glad that you went to me to check out my ask game! Alden is such an interesting character and you gave me a lot to talk about :)

(Sorry this took so long! For all I know, you might have finished Stellarlune by now, but in case you haven't, there won't be any spoilers in this. Alden isn't really in Stellarlune at all, and I honestly can't recall any times when he's even mentioned, so I know just as much as you do about his involvement)

This got long so I'm putting it under a cut

My honest opinion of them: I honestly got whiplash from how fast I went from liking Alden to not liking him. Like a lot of people, I started disliking him when I read the Keefe short story, but then I began to realize how messed up were lots of the other things he'd done. You mentioned a lot of them, but I'll add some: Asking a young girl who'd only been in their world for less than a year to help him with a very traumatic assignment, never apologizes to Prentice after his mind is healed even though Alden's mind broke because of his guilt, and he was denied Spyball approval. (Also, the way he calls her "good girl" always makes my skin crawl.) I think he's a really fascinating character with a lot of depth and complexity that hasn't been explored- and I think that theory would show a lot of that depth.

Who (if anyone) I ship with them: I tend to respect when characters are married/established together in books, so Della I guess? Even though she is way too good for him. And though I don't ship him and Alina, I think their backstory is really interesting and adds a lot of drama.

And what I think will happen with them in the next book(s): I actually really support the Alden-is-the-Neverseen-leader theory that you discussed. You described it really well, but it would explain a lot of his questionable actions. I think the likelihood of him being the Telepath that erased Keefe's memories is very strong. I think that this theory is very plausible- especially now that Alvar is kinda just... gone. For the most part, I think it would be fascinating for Fitz's character more than Alden's. To see how he reacted to his father betraying the family after everything he went through with Alvar would be a chance for some incredible depth. I also think the Vacker legacy will be revealed, and as for predictions on what that is, I have absolutely no clue. You're right when you say the troll breeding was anticlimactic, and I think that's probably only part of the true Vacker legacy (if it's at all related). I also think there's a suspicious amount of connections between him and Kenric, especially how you mention Prentice calling Swan Song. A theory I have that's very not thought out and just a theory is that Prentice discovered Alden's involvement and that's why he called Swan Song before his mind break, and then maybe Kenric discovered it as well and that's why he was killed. In short, I think there's been way too much foreshadowing for him involved in something for him to be as little involved in the last book as he was in Stellarlune. At this point, it might feel a bit anticlimactic for him to be the true leader, but I think that might just be because everyone's been theorizing that for such a long time/had such a long time to think about it. At least, I know that if it had been revealed at the end of, say, Legacy, I would have had no idea it was coming.

Send me any KOTLC character for the ask game!

Thank you so much for this ask! I had such a fun time answering it, and it's great to meet you! (Sorry again that it took so long but don't hesitate to send me more asks if you have them!)

[sibillascribbles08]

Well I’m writing something at least lol

More clone verse stuff, in which Toby confronts Max and it really doesn’t go well

Toby woke to the sensation of cold knuckles trailing across his forehead. He began to open his eyes but they fell shut again from the drowsiness.

“Toby,” Cryptor whispered. “Come on now, I know you don’t want to sleep in too late.”

That was probably true, but Toby groaned and shifted around in the bed. He tried once more to open his eyes, managing it this time. He glanced at Cryptor who was already in his full uniform.

Toby frowned. “Aw, you put your clothes back on.”

Cryptor rolled his eye. “I’m already late for work. You’re lucky I can set my own hours.” He tapped Toby on the nose.  “Come on, I at least want to make sure you’re properly awake before leaving.”

Toby groaned again. “Too early.”

“It’s almost ten.”

“Too early.” He repeated. “And I don’t want you to leave.”

Cryptor sighed. “I don’t entirely want to leave either, but we both know you need to talk to Max, and it’s better if I occupy my time.” His hands cupped Toby’s cheeks before he leaned over and kissed him. It lingered, and Toby hummed from the contact, but before he could deepen it, Cryptor pulled away.

“Didn’t have a lot of baking ingredients.” Cryptor whispered, his face still hovering close. “But I made you some cinnamon honey toast and sausage for breakfast. Coffee’s still in the pot too.”

The sound of food made Toby very tempted to get up, but he wasn’t going to give in just yet. “You’re too good to me.” He managed to slip a hand behind Cryptor’s neck, tugging him back down so their foreheads touched. 

“Yes well, the things one does when they’re in love.” Cryptor gave him one more kiss before standing up. “I need to go. Try and get up soon, will you?”

Toby wanted to keep protesting, but he didn’t. “Yeah, yeah, talk to you soon, okay? Love you.”

Cryptor gave him a soft smile. “I love you too.”

Toby made himself sit up so he could watch Cryptor leave. He slouched a bit, ignoring the temptation to flop back onto the pillow. He shouldn’t sleep in. If he was gone too long Max would definitely ask extra questions.

What was Toby even supposed to say? He didn’t want to fight Max in any sense of the word but he couldn’t allow this to happen. Even if nothing drastic happened–though he suspected something had by how much Cryptor was hesitating as he spoke–Max still threatened his best friend.

No, his boyfriend.

Toby wasn’t sure how to approach that topic either. No sense in keeping it quiet by now. He planned on being perfectly clear about how much the nindroid meant to him.

Toby tossed the sheets off before glancing around the floor. Just where had his clothes gone? They didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight, but the confusion left him when he saw a fresh pair folded at the foot of the bed.

Toby knew that nindroids didn’t sleep much but he swore Cryptor did too much. Somehow he felt more pampered than he did with his dads.

He only threw on his pants before going to eat. He’d finish getting dressed later.

Then he had to go find Max.

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Max was thankfully still where Toby left him. A nearby village they hadn’t done a lot of repairs to, but thankfully a few of the houses were still well intact. Not that it mattered much. Toby was slowly learning how much Max was capable of, and fixing up a house was something he did overnight.

Right now Max was outside the house, next to a fire pit he also built. He was roasting something over the flame, although sticking his hand in to do so. It didn’t seem to burn him, so Toby tried to ignore his concern. 

“You know there’s no need for that.” Toby smiled as he held up a plastic bag. “I can always grab food.”

“Oh, are those more of those donuts?” Max pulled his hand out of the flame. His eye seemed to glitter with excitement, maybe it actually was. “Those were amazing.”

Toby laughed as he walked over, setting down the bag on one of the stumps Max had put around the fire. “There’s a lot of food you have to try. You haven’t lived until you’ve had some mochi.”

“Mochi?” Max was already aiming for the bag. Whatever he’d been cooking seemingly vanished. Toby still had no idea how he did that. “What is that?”

“Ice cream in rice dough.”

Max squinted as he bit into one of the doughnuts. “Ice cream? Rice dough? You already lost me.”

Toby shook his head, trying to keep a light attitude despite how sad it sounded that Max never got to try these things. “Don’t worry about it, we can try it later.”

“Not sure why we can’t do it now.” Max was already on his second doughnut.

Toby’s smile faltered before it completely dropped. He kept his left arm at his side. “Actually I wanted to talk to you for a bit.”

Max blinked, eye wide, clueless, as if nothing had happened. “About what?”

Toby stared at the fire. How did he start a conversation like this? There wasn’t really a light way to go about it, was there.

Might as well get to the point.

His gaze flicked back over to Max. “Why did you threaten Cryptor?”

Max’s chewing stopped. He stared, a bit surprised. The only sound to be heard was the light crackle of the fire.

He finished off his doughnut before shaking his head. “What are you talking about?”

Toby sighed. “Please don’t play dumb. Cryptor told me what happened.”

Max smiled. “Told you what happened? It wasn’t that big of a deal.” He turned and wandered back around the fire. “He’s probably just paranoid, or has a stick up his ass.”

Toby tapped his golden nails together, keeping his temper under control. “He told me that you told him to stay away from me... or else.”

Max scoffed. “And you believe him, huh?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Toby hardened his tone. “I understand why you have trouble accepting it Max, but he’s my friend, and I trust him.”

A log in the fire snapped as it surged up. Max spun around, his eye burning like the flame next to him.

“How the hell can you trust him?” He stomped over. “After what he did to us?”

“It’s in the past.” Toby emphasized each word, refusing to back down even with Max towering over him. “We’ve already talked about this. I know things didn’t turn out this way for you, but in this universe we’ve moved on.”

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say, isn’t it.” Max’s hair seemed to move. Bits of gold slid across his skin, over his cheek and down to his jaw. He turned away from Toby and stalked around the fire again. “You were still so damn young. You didn’t get to experience the joys of being the oldest kid in the building.”

Toby felt his stomach twist. “Max–”

“Did the me from this universe ever tell you?” Max twisted his head to look back at him. “Or was he also determined to keep all of that a secret.”

He had been, but Toby wasn’t clueless, even at that age. Max would often go missing for hours at a time, come back with even more scars. Of course when he kids asked he would just laugh it off like none of it was a big deal.

“I was the oldest.” Max turned toward him again. “The longest lasting kid they had, so of course they wanted to figure out why.”

“Don’t.” Toby warned. He wasn’t in a position to listen to this right now.

“Why not?” He growled. “Too afraid to deal with the reality of what all your so-called nindroid friends did?”

“I know the reality.” Toby’s voice boomed. The energy slipped from his arm, causing a ripple over the area. The grass and the flame shifted from the force. “I’ve been through that entire building a dozen times. I went through the files. I saw all the rooms, all the data. Just because I didn’t live it doesn’t mean I’m oblivious.” He clenched his fist. “And you do not have the right to drag me into the dark pit you carved for yourself.”

Max blinked, stepping back for a moment as his eye went wide. Then his anger returned. “And you don’t have the right to stand there and ignore all the blood on their hands just so you can pretend this universe is a safe one.”

Toby shook his head. “That’s your paranoia talking, Max, not reality. This universe is safe because I was determined to make it so, and I succeeded. I’m sorry that you have trouble accepting that, but it doesn’t give you the right to threaten my boyfriend.”

He snapped his jaw shut when he realized what he just said. He expected more rage, but Max just looked confused again.

“Boy friend? What is that supposed to mean. I already know he considers himself a guy.” Max tilted a head.

Toby took a deep breath. No point in making up excuses. “Boyfriend is one word, Max. Its a term people use to refer to someone they’re dating... it’s a romantic term.”

Confusion, realization, shock, then back to anger. The emotions moved so fast on Max’s face Toby almost missed it.

“You’re dating him?” Max’s voice shook the ground. “Of all those damned robots you’re dating him? He would have killed you once!”

Toby gritted his teeth. “And yet now he’s risked his life for mine countless times. If he wanted me dead, Max, he’s had plenty of chances to let that happen.”

Max glared at him, teeth showing, were those fangs? Toby sighed again and shook his head. This conversation was getting nowhere.

“Look,” Toby lowered his voice. “I don’t want to fight you, but I can’t just let you threaten my friends. If you need some time to think I get it.” He turned away, planning to walk back. “We can continue this later.”

Sharp static ran up his left arm. Right as he turned he heard a familiar voice screaming his name. Something solid slammed into his side, knocking him on the ground. He heard the crunch of metal, the pop of static. He glanced to his side to see Cryptor hit the ground. A golden spider limb hovered nearby, and Toby followed it to where Max was standing, his gaze cold.

“Huh,” Max raised an eyebrow as the limb retreated towards him. Two more sprouted from his back. “Guess you were right at least. He really does risk his life for yours.”

Toby’s heart stopped. He scrambled over to Cryptor, rolling the nindroid on his back. He groaned, obviously still conscious. The hit at least seemed to miss his power source, but now there was nothing but an open hole close to his shoulder, static spitting from the open wires.

“Cryp?” Toby’s hands slid over the nindroid’s cheeks. “Are you okay? What the hell are you even doing here?”

Cryptor blinked a few times, the light in his eye flashing on and off before it steadied itself. “Had a bad feeling. Seems I was right.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Toby hissed, trying to assess the damage the best he could.

Cryptor snorted. “Yes, well, the things one does when they’re in love.”

Toby would have repeated the sentiment, but the growing static on his arm reminded him that they weren’t alone. He glanced back at Max, four of those spider limbs behind him. His teeth had gone gold, sharp, that deep purple of dark matter shrouding his eye before he took off his eye patch. This one was gold. The metal seemed to drip into his skin, drawing lines along it down to one of his purple scars.

Cryptor gripped his arm. “Toby, you need to get out of here.”

“No.” Toby didn’t move his gaze as he tugged Cryptor closer. “I can’t leave things like this.”

“He’s dangerous.”

“So am I.”

He put his left hand on the ground, feeling the earth and the air around him until it all came to a focus on where Max was standing. He at least had a better understanding of what Cryptor meant now. Max’s precense didn’t feel like any other person’s, or a nindroid’s for that matter. It was dense, unbelievably so, and yet somehow still fluid.

“Max,” Toby figured he’d try at least one more time to keep this from turning into a fight. “Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” His friend’s voice was distorting. It sounded layered, as if more than one voice was speaking. “That isn’t even half of what they did to us Toby. They deserve every bit of it.”

“I don’t care.” Toby dug his nails into the dirt. “I won’t stand here and let you hurt people I care about.”

“You think you can stop me?” The fire was swirling again, reaching out and curling around Max’s leg without burning him. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“I could say the same for you.”

Toby didn’t give a warning. There was no need. He leaned forward so he teleported behind Max. His friend reacted fast, but not fast enough. Toby thrust his hand into the ground below Max, tearing open a portal. The dirt vanished, Max did as well but those spider limbs tried to cling to the outside. The dirt wasn’t solid enough. Eventually they slipped in as well, vanishing into the space below. Toby moved away from the portal’s grip before teleporting back over to Cryptor.

“Can you stand?” Toby asked, but was already pulling the nindroid up. Cryptor’s legs did seem to still function, although his arm hung limp at his side.

“Where did he go?” Cryptor stared at the portal. “Why aren’t you closing it.”

Toby pressed his lips together, making sure Cryptor was steady before letting go. “I’m going after him.”

“What?” Cryptor shouted. “You’re what? Toby you can’t be serious.”

“What choice do I have?” He argued back. “He still has a realm crystal. It’s only a matter of time before he finds his way back here and I can’t let that happen. Even if I have the power to fight him just how much collateral damage would there be?” He shook his head. “I won’t let that happen. I can’t. I’m going after him.”

Cryptor’s good hand shot out to grab his wrist. “Toby, I know you’re strong but so is he. What if it’s too much for you?”

Toby stared at their hands for a moment. His chest felt tight. Everything about this situation was terrible, from having to fight his friend, to Cryptor getting hurt, and now this.

But there wasn’t another option.

“Cryptor, listen to me.” Toby pulled out of his grip so he could reach up and hold Cryptor’s face. “When I go through that portal I want you to put the city under a security alert. Get everyone somewhere safe. Hide underground if you must. Skylor still has those networks open for emergencies. And do not call that alert off until I come back.”

Cryptor looked nothing short of horrified, like he was about to reel back if Toby didn’t have a grip on him. “No... Toby don’t say something like that.”

“Listen to me.” He repeated. “Keep everyone safe until I get back.”

“And what if you don’t?” Cryptor’s voice distorted, taking on high tones.

Toby held his gaze for a moment. “Then that either means I lost or we destroyed each other. In which case give it at least a month, but stay alert.”

“Don’t go.” Cryptor reached up and held his wrist again. “Don’t run into a situation like that. Especially not one where I can’t...”

He was shaking, Toby could feel it. He ran his thumb over Cryptor’s cheek before tugging him closer, pressing their foreheads together.

“Listen to me,” he said a third time. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to get back to you. No matter how the situation turns out, I will do everything I can to come back to you.”

Cryptor clearly still didn’t like the idea, but his eye closed as he leaned into the contact.

“I love you.” Toby whispered before giving him a light kiss. He forced himself to let go, only for Cryptor to snatch his collar and tug him into a much firmer kiss.

“I love you too.” Cryptor said. “But you should work on your ‘I might not come back alive’ kisses.”

Toby actually gave a light chuckle at that. “It’s not something I should make a habit of, now is it.”

Cryptor didn’t laugh at that. His gaze darted to the ground before coming back up. “Go. I will protect them until you get back.”

If I come back. Toby kept the thought to himself. Cryptor trusted that he would, and as far as he was concerned he wanted to live up to that trust.

Even if it meant fighting Max.

Toby pulled out of his grip once more, letting his gaze linger before he turned and ran to the portal, jumping inside.

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Cryptor stood there, numb. He wanted to blame the injury in his shoulder but he knew that wasn’t the case.

The field was so damn quiet now, as if nothing had even happened. All there was to show for it was the gentle crater Toby’s portal had left in the ground.

A portal he may never come out of.

He shoved his fear aside, the anxiety, the dread. He couldn’t do this right now. He had to trust Toby, and do everything he could in the meantime.

With the distance it took a few moments, but thankfully he was still close enough to the city to get a signal. He immediately opened a line with Pixal.

“Pixal.” He spoke in his head as he turned to start walking back.

“What is it?” She replied.

“I need you to initiate a security lock down. Start evacuating citizens into the underground networks.”

There was silence for a moment. “I’m sorry? What’s going on?”

“I can explain in more detail when I get back, but we need to start now. Also, if you could, arrange for a nindroid medic to meet me at the outskirts of the city.”

He could practically feel her fear and curiosity over the line, but after another pause she simply replied with, “right away,” and the line dropped.

[amaranthineoceans]

Everything Weird About Deltarune!

Spoiler Warning for Undertale and Both Chapters of Deltarune! Really! I Literally Go Through Everything I Can Remember About Them!

This is a long post so get comfortable. Also note that my brain doesn't process thoughts into words very well so some of these might not be worded in the best way. :)

Deltarune. The first teaser chapter was released on October 31, 2018, and it came out of nowhere. We've all gone through this, but I'll try and go through every single painstaking detail I can remember. Feel free to reblog and add/correct things.

The weirdness begins right off the bat. The title is an anagram of UNDERTALE. We all know Toby likes to use anagrams when he wants to indirectly tell us when things are related, so it's no surprise that when you go to download DELTARUNE, it warns you that the game is designed for people who have played UNDERTALE. You think, "Cool, so it's a sequel? Or maybe a prequel? A different perspective of UNDERTALE perhaps?" You were wrong; so terribly, terribly wrong! I'll elaborate on this later.

Before you download the application, the terms of service that you must agree to beforehand reads simply and plainly, "You accept everything that will happen from now on." This detail was kinda brushed off in the beginning, because, hey, it's Toby Fox. He does weird stuff all the time. But even in the first chapter, it's apparent that the concept of choice, or more accurately, the lack of it, is a very present theme in the game. I would like to remind you that Toby has announced that there will be one ending in the game. One. I'll elaborate on this later.

The program (as in, what the game is called in your files) is named SURVEY PROGRAM. Why not just call it Deltarune like it is when you download chapter two?

The game launches you, without a title screen, without any setting adjustment options, straight into a reference to the theme of the entire franchise: the lack of choice. A strange formless voice guides you through "making a vessel", with what we know now as a fountain in the background. You have the option to make some very disturbing choices in this character creator, such as making its favorite flavor "pain" or expressing your feelings about it with options such as "fear" and "disgust." You name your "creation," tell the formless voice your name (which is different from your vessel's name) and watch as said formless voice muses over your name at an agonizing pace. It thanks you for your time and tells you that your wonderful creation, (cue music cutout and background removal) will now be discarded. "No one can choose who they are in this world." The screen slowly turns white as the voice says, "Your... name... is..."

It gets weirder. The next scene appears from the whiteness and showcases Toriel calling "Kris" out of bed. Kris' area of the room is very bare in contrast to the other side, which we later discover is Asriel's.

It's Toriel. Why is Toriel here?

Kris is kind of an anagram of Frisk (the protagonist of UNDERTALE) but without the F. I highly doubt this is a coincidence.

Speaking with Noelle is the only reason you can proceed (see what i did there?) while finding a partner in the classroom. This means you can't go through the 1st chapter without knowing who she is. Is it because of the Snowgrave route?

Ralsei is just suspicious to me. There's no way he was just waiting in that castle his whole life alone without some mental toil. So either he's insane or he wasn't alone the whole time. What happened? Is it related to how he can close his eyes and see what Susie is going through when she's apart from the party? Was he just watching everything? Is he related to the formless voice?

Susie's icon is the only one without color in the Dark World.

Jevil's fight is more difficult than Sans'.

Your actions have little consequence in the first chapter. If you choose to go genocide, the only difference in the ending is being run out of the kingdom, and this doesn't carry over to the next chapter. Again, lack of choice, people.

If at the end of chapter one, you walk around town, it's mentioned (notably by Noelle) that you're usually not this talkative. If you go to the hospital and speak with the receptionist, they mention that you used to play the piano in the corner. If you decide to attempt to play the said piano, an out-of-key bash can be heard and the receptionist comments on how you used to play beautifully. If you try this in chapter two, the result is the same. All this is confirmation that Kris is acting noticeably weird.

When you leave the Dark World and walk around town, you can find Sans. He "pretends" to recognize you, and if you tell him you recognize him, he tells you it's funny, considering that you two have never met before. He winks. I'm pretty sure he knows that the player is there.

The mention of Papyrus in both games, but the purposeful lack of him. Like he's avoiding you.

If you go upstairs while inside Asgore's flower shop, there are flowers in glass cases resembling his SOUL collection in UNDERTALE. There's a red flower.

You can't enter the church.

The clock in the storage closet shows a different time than all the others in the school.

If you go all the way south in town and into the woods, the music stops and you come across a rusty, double door is in a hill covered in crass. It's locked. If you go this way in chapter two, however, you watch a cutscene where you and susie happen to find Monster Kid from UNDERTALE (or someone resembling them) and an owl kid in front of the door. The owl kid is pressuring Monster Kid to (presumably) break inside, telling them that they don't want to be a wimp like Kris. Does this imply that Kris is connected to this strange door somehow?

The ending. You know what I'm talking about.

Did Kris actually rip out the SOUL (I say "the" because I'm not entirely sure it's Kris') and knife because they wanted to eat the pie? Did they only eat the pie because Toriel caught them?

Why did they look at the player? Are they sick of being controlled? Is that why they freaked out after the Spamton fight? (later)

Anyway, now we're at chapter two.

DELTARUNE Chapter Two was released on September 17th, 2021. 17. Entry Number 17. Sound familiar?

Asriel's part of the room is different from the last chapter. I don't think this means anything sinister, but I think it means Kris notices different things about the room as the story progresses. My theory is that it will become more sinister in each chapter.

Ralsei getting super excited to see Susie and Kris after a day. As in he has separation anxiety and it breaks my heart. not anything suspicious but it makes me sad so it's on the list.

Kris and Susie's rooms. Ralsei REALLY doesn't want them to leave. Seriously get this boy a therapist. Or a stuffed animal. SOMETHING.

Kris having to gather everything from the storage closet so that people appear in the Dark World????? Why??????????????? They had to do the same thing for the computer lab too.

The golden door. I don't trust it.

How/why the heck did Noelle and Berdley go into the Computer Lab Dark World? I don't see either of them just walking into pulsing void doors without Susie.

Apparently the knight has been gone for a bit and can corrupt people's minds? The king in the first chapter doesn't seem like he can be redeemed but Queen just seems,,, not bad, but a little crazy. I wonder what happened.

Then again, name ONE person in this franchise without trauma.

Spamton.

Horror doesn't bother me. Spamton? Spamton bothers me.

SPAMTON. ENOUGH SAID.

A Kromer is a type of hat invented in the '70s. Nobody named Mike is associated with it, that I can find.

SPAMPTON. HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT.

HIS SONG IS THE ONLY ONE WITH WORDS.

The way he asks Kris is they want to be a heart on a chain their whole life. Like, dude, no wonder they were screaming after the fight.

WHERE DID THE YELLOW HEART COME FROM. YELLOW MEANS JUSTICE. WHY DOES JUSTICE APPLY.

Kris screaming after the fight and the player not being able to hear it. Don't you dare tell me that's just how the game is designed. There are sound effects characters make throughout the game. None that I can think of apply to Kris, apart from when they rip their soul out.

Ralsei brushing off the Spamton fight. Either that's his coping mechanism or he was trying to shut Susie and Kris up to protect them from... something. I'll touch on that in a minute.

According to Queen, DETERMINATION is a key factor in creating a fountain.

Also according to Queen, Kris, Noelle, and Susie all have DETERMINATION SOULS.

Ralsei freaking out about Berdley making a fountain implies that he may also have DETERMINATION. Why I'm bringing all this up will make sense soon.

How was Noelle able to cast Snowgrave... a spell that she, according to her, didn't know?

The Snowgrave route is so twisted.

You manipulate Noelle into killing Berdley and then, when you get back to the computer lab and investigate his corpse, the text box says that he doesn't seem to be awake. As if you're in denial?

Burgerpants recognizes you. Not Kris. As in the player.

The ending. I don't think I need to describe it. Kris is very methodical without the SOUL. (I say "the" because, again, I'm not 100% convinced it's theirs.) I'm saying this about how they left clues that someone broke into the This proves that they are NOT a mindless, vengeful husk.

HOW DID THEY MAKE THE FOUNTAIN WITHOUT THE SOUL INSIDE OF THEM. DID THEY FEED THE SOUL TO IT AFTERWARDS? IS THAT WHAT THAT WAS?

Another point I would like to make is my theory that Ralsei knows much more than he would have us believe. I might put this into a different post because I have yet to gather my points into a coherent bullet point list, so keep an eye out for that.

Anyway apart from Toriel and Susie being VERY heavy sleepers, I think I've gone through everything. I have a few theories.

1. Kris is possessed by the player and figured out that they could make a fountain from Queen and related to Spamton freaking out about freedom. They then decided to make a fountain going by the logic that "this would tick the player off." This is one of my top theories that assumes that the SOUL is theirs.

And 2. Kris is possessed by both the player and the knight. I think the formless voice at the very beginning of the game is the knight, and they somehow needed the player to possess someone with DETERMINATION. If so, then why Kris? We know from Queen that Noelle and Susie, and maybe even Berdley also have DETERMINATION. The most plausible thing I can think of is the fact that human souls are stronger than monster ones.

I do think that the popular theory (about the one that suggests that the Dark Word is nothing but a figment of a child's imagination, and the events that occur in said Dark World are simply children playing with toys) has been thoroughly dashed due to Berdley's murder in the genocide route of the second chapter. Unless he's not dead. Regardless, how the events (or lack thereof) that occur in the second chapter play through the next will be interesting, especially considering Toby's announcement about how there will be one ending to the game. So either Berdley isn't dead, or he will be.

Aaaand I think that's it! Sorry for the long post; let me know your thoughts and if I missed anything!

[emilyhufflepufftlk]

TLK Season 5 Review

Late last night (well, actually early this morning), @lauwrite1225 and I finished the last season of TLK and I have THOUGHTS. (This got very long, lmao. Get ready for an essay 🤡)

Firstly, I just want to come out and say it that I fucking love this season. So many shows are let down by their final season, but TLK is not one of them. There was not a single episode that I thought was significantly weaker than the others. Obviously some episodes are less action packed than others but I thought all of them were very good. There were no storylines that I disliked and so many that I loved. The way that they wove the story together, building to the final episode was, I thought, very well done.

Spoliers below:

The only criticism I have of the season is that there wasn't enough Finan - but then I am in love with him so I doubt there would ever be enough Finan for my taste. I had really hoped that we would have gotten Finan's backstory and the Irish storyline in the books, as anyone who has read the books or Finan fanfics know it's pretty epic. Also it would have given Finan so much more to do as a character.

However, to do Finan's past justice would have taken a lot of time, new characters and changed the season completely. As much as I would have loved for it to be explored, I'm not sure how they could have fit it in and I would rather them not do it at all than squeeze it into the storyline and do it badly. Also, this is Uhtred's show, and it has always been focused on Uhtred - I cannot really blame the writers for focusing on him instead of Finan. Also not sticking to the books meant that we had no clue what was going to happen and everything was a complete shock. I found it so hard to predict what would happen next, but if they had, for example, taken the Irish storyline from the books, we would have lost that as we would know what to expect.

I also wish we saw more domestic Finan and more of Ingrith. Up until a week ago, I was hoping and expecting Finan to be with Eadith, however I have been converted. I really loved the little we saw of Ingrith and they were very cute together - I bought they were a couple and have fallen in love with them.

I mean LOOK AT THEM!

I think we could have at least had Finan and Sihtric happy with their families in the ending montage but oh well.

I also think they handled Finan and Eadith very well - it was clearly shown that there was once something between them, so not just completely ignoring the flirting at end of season 4 - but it's also clear that they have moved on.

On the subject of Eadith, I really liked her this season and especially her relationship with Aelswith. I thought it was great we had more positive female interactions: between Ealfwynn, Aelswith and Aethelflaed; Aelswith and Eadith; and Stiorra and her women in Eoferwic, especially her maid.

Aelswith was on form as usual, her frantic fear of being ill and her classic insults were very funny but also her development from last season was continued. The scene with her and Uhtred after Aethelflaed's death was so unexpected but so perfect, the growth from wanting Uhtred dead to accepting comfort from him is so good.

There were several unlikely partnerships this season, all of which I loved. Uhtred and Aelswith becoming allies, Heasten helping Uhtred, Hild and Heasten working together, and the biggest for me, Brida and Pyrlig.

I honestly can't believe how well Brida's storyline was done. I'll be honest, I was not expecting much - I thought she would be a psychotic maniac who does so many despicable things that when she is eventually killed we have no doubt that Uhtred made the right choice. However, what we got WAS SO MUCH BETTER. Yes, she was a maniac at the beginning, but I really felt sorry for her after her daughter died and her conversations with Pyrlig were so interesting -however once she stabbed him I was all ready to see her getting killed again, but her confrontation with Uhtred was so heartbreakingly well done that I ended up crying at her death. The use of the flashbacks was a stroke of genius. This bloody show made me cry for the death of a character I have wanted dead for over a season! It was also super poetic that their showdown happened in the burnt remains of their home with Ragnar the Fearless, where they both became Danes, and also interesting that it was Stiorra who killed her in the end. I honestly thought she was going to get a redemption, with Uhtred forgiving her and honestly I am not sure if I wanted her to or not, I thought I hated her, but the last scene really made me question it.

All the deaths were so well done - AND I CRIED SO DAMN MUCH! Aethelflaed's death was heart breaking, but Aldhelm's pain at losing her BROKE ME. Also once again they made me care about a pairing I never shipped - I do not ship Uhtred and Aethelflaed, but boy did I care about their reunion and them saying goodbye. Sigtryggr's death was also heart breaking but also beautiful - his goodbye to Stiorra, Uhtred making sure he had a sword and died with honour, and his burial. (I also like how they had him buried in the mound in the ship - those are real things and there are several of these type of graves near where I live in East Anglia, so that's cool). Poor Osferth, I had a feeling he was going to die before the season even started. I cried a lot, the way Finan was holding him and blaming himself making it so much worse. Also the panic and pain in Uhtred and Sihtric's faces when they realise Osferth isn't with Finan. Some people have questioned the point of his death, but honestly people die in battles and it's frankly unbelievable that none of the coccham squad had died up to that point, also there was no real plot point to Leofic's death. However, I do agree with Lau that Finan should have killed Bresal for revenge for Osferth, that would have been epic and given more meaning to his death - however Aelswith doing it was iconic.

Aethelhelm's scheming was great and the politics were intriguing without becoming too heavy, as I felt it did with the middle of season 4. Accidently killing his daughter completely took me by surprise and added another side to him, seeing his grief and then his resolve was very interesting. Also his relationship with Bresal, who was clearly more than just a dim witted henchman we normally get. Aethelhelm was such a great villain and the showdown with him, Aethelstan and Aelfweard was so good.

I really liked Aethelstan. You can tell he is raised by Uhtred, from his fighting ability to his sense of honour. I found it funny how he mastered the act of screaming for Uhtred, which was lucky seeing as he was attacked on so many occasions. Also the way Uhtred runs to his aid shows how much he cares, and contrasts to Edward hearing Aethelstan shout for help during the killing of the Mercian Ealdormen and doing nothing.

Also that scene was so brutal - Edward really has become ruthless. I liked him a lot better this season and I think you can see more Alfred in him than you could before. His out manoeuvring Aethelhlem was great but also interesting that his impulsiveness and anger that were an issue last season remained. His stubbornness and refusal to listen did bring us one of my favourite scenes - Aldhlem, Aelswith, Pyrlig and Aethelstan all choosing to defy the king and support Uhtred.

The relationships between Uhtred and his children were great - especially Stiorra. She really was not pulling punches when she had a go at Uhtred, but after losing Sigtryggr I can't blame her. I love that we see so much of Uhtred in her; like the way she goaded Brida to make the square and her stubbornness. Young Uhtred forgiving Brida and him helping Uhtred to forgive her too was poignant to watch. The scene at the end with Uhtred, Young Uhtred and Stiorra all hugging each other made me emotional. AND I AM SORRY BUT OSBERT!????? The mystery child has been revealed. I honestly can't believe it - I am intrigued for the role he will play in the movie.

Sigtryggr and Stiorra's relationship was amazing to see - the way they ruled Eoferwic together, Sigtryggr screaming at Finan and the others about how he couldn't let Stiorra die, how they fought back to back in battle and the goodbye kisses. Also Sigtryggr was a bad ass and his fight in Eoferwic in the middle of the circle really showed just how great a fighter he is. Yes he was manipulated by his brother, but I could understand why he wanted to help him.

The fighting in this season WAS SO GOOD. Each battle was unique and I feel did something different to those we have seen in previous seasons. I especially loved the Danish attack on Aethelhelm's camp - going across the ice looked so cool. The individual fighting was also amazing - each character got moment's in each battle, especially Finan and Sihtric (Finan fighting a guy with a severed hand was hilarious).

Also the end battle was so great, them pushing them off the cliff, Stiorra joining the battle, and the Coccham boys sneaking around Bebbanburg. Uhtred's speech to the Danes was inspiring and also exemplified the entire show - the entire series he has been split between Saxon and Dane, and finally he is bringing those two sides together and it is precisely the fact that he is of both peoples which enabled him to inspire the men to fight.

The showdown with Whitgar I thought was interesting as Whitgar admitted that he could not beat Uhtred man on man, so had to use deceit and surprise, which was how he took the fortress to begin with. Uhtred just throwing him off the balcony and him being impaled was unexpected but great. I actually really liked Whitgar, in the same way I did with Aethelwold - he's a piece of shit but the way he was making fun of Aethelhelm was so funny.

I also loved the introduction of father Benedict and of Eadgifu. Also seeing Aelfwynn all grown up was great, although I don't get why she is so naive and why she can't fight - Alfred taught Aethelflaed to fight, I guess I just assumed she would teach Aelfwynn. The Scottish king was also a great addition, he was funny whilst still being a serious threat and his conversation with Aelfwynn about what their marriage would be like gave me a respect for him. I think we will see him in the movie and I hope we do.

Other characters that I always love are Hild, Pyrlig and Aldhelm. Hild caring so much about Uhtred that she's willing to put herself in danger and killing a man to save Aelfwynn, but also seeing her struggle with the guilt of killing and begging the soldier not to fight back so she might spare him. I love Hild so much, she is my favourite character. I wish we had more of her but the couple of episodes she was in, she was iconic as always. Pyrlig is also one of my favourites - I felt so sorry for the man, tortured without anyone seeming to care, and then forced to walk whilst bleeding out - poor man is always walking somewhere. I loved his conversation with Uhtred about God/the Gods and destiny, and giving him advice about if he should take back Bebbanburg. I love how both him and Uhtred stick by their beliefs but respect the other. His compassion he showed Brida after she had captured and tortured him just shows what a great person he is. I was so happy he did not die. Aldhelm was as dependable as always and the way he defended Aethelflaed to Aelfwynn🥺, also him refusing to abandon Aelfwynn because he had promised her mother made me emotional. I thought for a moment he died and I was so mad, but he lived to see another day which I was glad for.

Finally, the ending montage showing the entire story of TLK was such a great idea. It really rounded out the series and made me remember that this is the end (apart from the movie lol). I also loved that the flashbacks started with him being baptised as a kid in Bebbanburg - there's just something poetic about coming back to where it all began. I also loved seeing Leofric and season 1, I think too many people forget about season 1, which is a shame as it's one of my favourite seasons.

I think that is the end of my ramblings. Honestly I loved this season and I know not everyone will love it as much as I do, but I hope we can all agree the ending was satisfying. I will be rewatching many times and writing many other posts and fanfics. If you have kept reading this far, congrats and thank you so much for caring enough to read. 💜

@morosemagick @lauwrite1225 @93xdiagonxalley @trenko-heart @solinarimoon @magravenwrites @maggiescarborough

[casmybelovedass]

The Destiel Folder: Season 7

[Season 4; Season 5; Season 6]

This season is mostly Dean being a depressed bi who can't cope with his crush's death.

This is, in my opinion, the season where Dean actually starts realizing he might for real think of Cas as something more.

Episode 1:

Cas is basically gone, both Bobby and Sam (almost) are ready to compel to whatever he says, but Dean still tries to get him to come back. "You can turn this around. Please!" (3:13) Denial

Dean has no idea how to deal with God!Castiel, but desperate to find him, and getting emotional "I don't even know what book to hit for this." "Then figure it out!" (5:47) Anger

As we have said many times already, angels don't have a sex, Castiel is not a man, and as he states, he is "utterly indifferent to sexual orientation" (8:03), and so is Chuck, God himself, who has admitted having had both girlfriends and boyfriends.

Dean turns off the news the moment he hears a woman describe Cas as "young and sexy", while doing that jaw clentch thing of his (10:14) ... huh... [and this doesn't really matter, but after this we immediately see Dean in a purple flannel. PURPLE! Go Bi!Dean]

"He's not a guy, he's a God [...] Cas is never coming back. He's lied to us, he's used us, he's cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk. We've spent enough on him." (11:09) Dean trying to jump to the 5th stage of grief. Yeah, no baby that's not how it works

Dean tries so hard to convince himself that Cas's gone so he can kill him, but can't really. "Just kill him now!" and struggles hard to hold Castiel's glare. And as soon as Death offers a second option to killing him, Dean takes it. Bargening

"Dean, look, I know you think Cas is gone." "That's because he is." (31:22) Again with trying to jump to acceptance. Not doing great, Dean. In fact, "Yeah, you know how I'm gonna deal? I'm gonna stuff my pie hole, I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna watch some asian cartoon porn. And act like the world's about to explode, because it is." (32:17) There it is. Depression.

[Remember this: Dean has no shame in watching porn in front of his brother. Wait a few seasons and see]

Just moments earlier, Dean was all "That's not Cas, Cas is dead" and shit, and now he goes "What? You need something else?" worried-husband-mode the moment Cas asks for help (34:50). Also#MARRIED (35:16)

Bobby: "Where's Sam? It's go time." Dean: *looks back at Cas worried* (37:12)

MUST HELP HUSBAND (38:06) look at Dean's eyes!!! They're like 'It's okay, it's okay. You've got this.' "I'm sorry, Dean." Cas chose these words to be his last, thinking he was going to die. LOOK AT DEAN (38:21) ICWAW this would MEAN SOMETHING ELSE

"CAS! [...] Is he breathing? ... Maybe angels don't need to breathe." says the one who was going around saying Cas was gone for good. "He's gone, Dean." "... damn it... *tears up* Cas, you child... Why didn't you listen to me." #MARRIED (39:15) Then he goes "CAS?!" as soon as he starts breathing again. ICWAW, we would SCREAM "LOVE" in this scene

"Imma find some way to redeem myself to you *looks at Dean straight in the eyes*" "*looks at Cas up and down*... Alright, well, one thing at the time, come on. Let's get you out of here." "I mean it, Dean." *eye love-making* "... Okay." (40:30) ICWAW, oooohhh, the meanings this scene would have...

Dean's face when the Leviathans tell him Cas is dead. Again. (41:18)

Episode 2:

Dean looking at the Leviathans occupying Cas' body. The HATE (1:44)

"... okay... so he's gone. *shakes while tearing up* [...] Dumb son of a bitch..." (5:14) Here we go again... I'm fine, shut up

Dean picks up, washes, folds and keeps Cas' coat (5:23) SWEET

"You just lost one of the best friends you've ever had." this hurts me. "... I'm fine, really." (12:11)

"You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good." (38:54)

Episode 5:

Dean progressively drinks more as his nightmares get worse and he misses Cas more and more. 3 times we see him drink, only in the first 12 minutes.

Sam can tell Dean feels like shit, and bet one of those reasons is Cas "Like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about, it doesn't just go away. It builds up." (39:33) Yeah, and not only problems or grief... even love

Episode 7:

Not a destiel moment, but Dean totally got hit on by the waiter. LOL (7:30)

And again. What is it with men in this town and Dean. "We're looking for a necklace." "Romantic. *looks at Dean*" (12:17). Is it an energy reading thing or something? Can they feel the bi energy?

"The Campbell brothers. [...] They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, uhm... alternative life style." (22:40) Huh... I guess calling your lover "brother" runs in the family

"Ever since Cas... I'm having a hard time trusting anybody." (40:44) ouch

Episode 9:

Dean is drunk/high on Leviathan juice, and the first thing he thinks and blabbers about, is Cas (19:48) "I don't even care anymore." Oooohh ICWAW... the possibilities for this scene

Episode 12:

Dean totally checked out that man in uniform. FIGHT ME (16:27)

Episode 13:

"You're head's not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now-" "Now what!!" (39:35) as soon as Sam mentions Cas' death, Dean gets snappy

Episode 17:

Dean keeps getting snappy whenever Sam mentions Cas

"OH my God the love of my life is alive!" (13:02-13:06)

Dean's face when Daphne touches Cas (13:25), and when he calls her his wife (13:41)

AND HIS FUCKING FACE TRYING NOT TO TEAR UP BECAUSE CAS DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HIM (14:16)

You mean to tell me that ICWAW this wouldn't be seen as a mini desperation moment from a man seeing his lover in this situation? Yeah, I don't think so

"What if you were some sort of... I don't know, bad guy." "I... I don't feel like a bad person." Dean's face is like "Damn right you aren't" (16:50)

"He betrayed you, this dude. He was your friend?" Dean looking at him... can't even answer the question (19:59)

Dean says Cas' betrayal is something he cant get over like everything else. And that he doesn't know why. "It doesn't matter why." "Of course it matters!" (20:25)

Dean gets visibly uneasy about Meg being so close to Cas (25:34) jealous boyfriend is jealous

Dean doesn't want Cas to remember, afraid he'll leave again (32:18)

"I've known you for years!" (32:34) poor baby. Also "You're an angel." "Uhm, I'm sorry? Is that a flirtation?" DEAN'S FACE (32:42)

Dean doesn't want Cas to be hurt by his own memories and past actions (33:00)

"You used to fight together. Bestest friends, actually." Yeah, look at that reaction. Let's see how he reacts to being called his boyfriend later on (33:09)

#MARRIED!!! I'll just leave this. No comment (33:41)

As Cas regains his memories, only 2 of the ones we see are not of Dean. And the only one we hear is the "I'm sorry, Dean." . That is what matters to Cas (and this looks like a slash video. Kudos to the editors) "I remember you... I remember everything." Yeah, no-homo save (34:35)

Not even an hour earlier, Dean was ranting about Cas betraying him, how he couldn't forget and forgive him, and now he is saying Cas did "the best you could at the time", but Cas actually feels guilt and doesn't want Dean to defend him, but Dean does anyway (36:53)

"We didn't part as friends, Dean." "*looks at Cas up and down*... So what?" "I deserved to die." the look on Dean's face (37:18)

Dean gives Cas his trench coat back. The trench coat he kept, folded and all the the truck, for weeks. And that's not even Baby. So he moved the coat, to always have it with him (37:26). I'm not crying, shut up

Also, here, have a deleted scene that breaks my heart

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Episode 20:

Let us all appreciate that one time Dean helped a lesbian flirt with a dude (24:27-25:03)

Episode 21:

Dean is devastated about Cas' mental state, that he did that to himself to save Sam. Look at his eyes in this scene (16:08). Also, Dean still resents Cas for the whole 'New God' crap, but it feels like the real reason is the fact that he left (19:18)

"Cas! Don't make me pull this car over!" "Are you angry? Why are you angry? *puppy eyes*" "... No I-I'm..." #MARRIED (27:28)

Cas says he won't fight anymore, but as soon as Dean's in trouble, he FLIPS

"The angels... they don't care... I think maybe they don't have the equipment to care." (31:49) Touchy much, Dean?, are you trying to convince yourself about that? It feels like he's making excuses to not let himself feel anything for Cas. "It seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart." ... OK, fuck everything, ICWAW this would totally be seen as romantic angsty reference to Cas

Cas is so lost in his guilt for what he has caused. He looks like a baby, and it gets worse when it comes to Dean

"Why should we give you anything? After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you curropts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" (36:50) okay damn, ICWAW all of this would seem as if they were talking about a love relationship between the two and you can't tell me otherwise

'HURT HUSBAND-MUST PROTECT MODE' (37:17)

"The bone of a righteous mortal and the blood of a fallen angel" ... shut up, I'm dying over these clues (39:11)

"What are you gonna do, Cas?" Dean's eyes are begging him to stay. ICWAW, we would point that out without a shadow of a doubt (39:40)

Episode 23:

"Dude... on my car. He showed up naked... covered in bees!" ... come on, ICWAW this would be a HUGE deal (5:10)

"Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first." (8:51) LISTEN HERE. I study psychology, and one of the first things they teach you is that jokes are based on the truth. HOW MANY OF THESE JOKES WERE MADE?! HUH??!! (plus all the "Dick" jokes Sam made) Also Dean's reaction with the jaw clentch... just saying

Cas keeps stating he doesn't want to fight, but again, Dean's in trouble? FIGHT MODE

"*soft shoulder touch, puppy eyes, serves Dean a sandwich*" ... SOFT #MARRIED COUPLE (18:27)

"You got anything to say on the topic of dicks?" you'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean? (26:42)

Cas is afraid he will do something to cause Dean more trouble. Let's remember he chose what he believed were his last words to be "I'm sorry, Dean.", but as we know, Dean deals with feelings by showing anger... Cas gets upset and copes by playing twister... pathetic. "I can't help. [...] I destroyed everything and I will destroy everything again!" for a moment, Cas is lucid, and expresses his fear, but as soon as Dean gets angry with him, Cas gows back to hide in his world of crazy (26:47)

"I'm not good luck, Dean." "... You know what? [...] I'd rather have you. Cursed or not." Look at Cas' soft little smile as it grows. ICWAW, this would be read as another confession (32:38)

"I'll go with you." SOFT

SEE??! The MOMENT Dick threatens Dean, Cas goes full Angel of the Lord on his ass. MUST PROTECT HUSBAND (36:52) and the utter shock on Dean's face is priceless

And here comes PurGAYtory

[Season 8>>]

[ichigoromi]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Case #2 : The Elites, Part 1

Main Characters: Miya Osamu, Nishihara Souwa (oc)

Genre (s): Thriller, Crime, Mystery, Angst and slight romance.

Warning(s): Graphic description of crime scenes and the action of killing, mentions of knives, mental illness, eating disorder, suicide, sexual assault, self-harm, abuse, guns, swords and blood. Usage of profanities, vulgar language. Not suitable for weak hearted readers. Not suitable for readers aged 16 and below.

a/n: alright, guys, there will be many characters coming up; I'll make a character list soon!

"Reporting live from XXX apartment complex, there has been another victim of the Heartbreaker killer. This time, the victim is a 21-year-old female, a third-year medical student at Osaka University. She was the only one in her home and..."

Souwa switched off the television, and her father frowned at her. She silently gestured to the shaken Sura and Akise, trying to calm her down.

"I tried hacking into the CCTV system, but the deleted files were corrupted. The police have no answer as well." Finally, Souwa's younger brother, Syuzen, showed her the files.

This was getting serious; it's obvious that it is a targeted crime. It's not a random killing.

"It's someone that knows us, or someone is providing them with information. Those bastards, do they have a death wish? Messing with the Nishihara's..." She almost punches a hole through the wall.

Hasue was one of the sweetest girls she has ever met, and they were buddies in the Kendo club. They would be in a team for labs and helped each other in practice. Souwa was the one to introduce Sura and Akise to Hasue.

Her father was serious about this, too, since it concerns his best friend's daughter.

"Hmm, for the time being, stay at our house. Samu, you too." Her father suggested, and Souwa immediately agreed.

For her safety and her close friends as well, this was the best solution.

"I'm gonna take a shower first, and we can have a meeting. See y'all." Her family nodded their heads, and she guides her friends and boyfriend to the rooms.

She specifically put Sura's room opposite hers to feel more comfortable that she and Samu are near her. However, Akise was still comforting her and console her.

It pains to see her best friend in such a state, but she was mourning too. One of her good friends was brutally murdered by some sicko serial killer, and she has no clue who did it.

"Hey, do ya want me to accompany ya later?" She shook her head and leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

"Samu, I'll update ya on the details. But, first, shall we take a shower together?" He nods, and they entered the bathroom together.

---

Souwa was dressed in a light blue Yukata, and her long dark hair was let down now. She was definitely not in the greatest mood.

"Is Kouse back yet? That asshole comes and goes as he wants..." Souwa frowned when she noticed her missing brother.

"He's on his way back. So I told him to directly fly back instead of transferring flights." Danzen, the oldest, walks in, and removes his blazer and sets it aside.

"When's the autopsy results coming out? Dan nii-chan, any progress on the case?" He shook his head and loosen his tie.

"I have a hunch who the killer might be. I've checked all the victims, and they all have connections to those on our blacklists. The problem is that there are ten of them." Syuzen reported to his older siblings, and his father nodded in approval of his abilities as a hacker.

Souwa flips through the autopsy reports of the previous victims and the evidence list of the different cases.

"Yet, the police have not come out with a suspect list? Syuzen, print out the ten that you have found and all the information about them." Souwa instructed, and the younger one nodded his head.

Now, the Yakuza leaders have turned into a team of investigators.

"Listen, I'll give an overview on the killer's M.O. Shallow cuts on the genital areas, thighs, arms and abdomen area. Usage of cable ties to bind their wrists and legs. Next, the killer cuts out the victim's heart while still alive and bleeding, then places their heart in their hand. The cuts are immaculate and precise. It seems like they used medical equipment to commit these heinous murders."

She paused and took a deep breath.

"The killer's recent victim, Miyazawa Hasue, twenty-one, was found in a fetal position, cradling her heart. But she was not killed at the apartment. Instead, the West Tigers found an empty container where it is where the killer murdered Hasue. At one of our territories. This bastard is getting bolder, entering the Yakuza's territory..." Souwa frowned, the words leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

Her father nodded his head in agreement. They are entering a dangerous zone by involving the Yakuza, and they are one of the organisations that one should never mess with.

"Souwa and Syuzen, you two shall focus on the suspect lists and see what you can get it out from. Danzen, you and Kouse can work with the police when he comes back. I'll get in contact with the Yamaguchi's." They all agreed and worked out the details together.

Syuzen and Souwa gathered in his room, and she gathered in front of the whiteboard with the ten names.

All the ten familiar names that she is all so familiar with.

"Syu, ya know about their reasons for being on our blacklist?" Souwa asked, and he showed her the list.

"First, we have this couple, Ichino Roana and Aida Sehiro. Both are second-year business students from Osaka University.

Ichino Roana is from old money. Her father is a property tycoon from China, and her mother is a retired model. Spoiled, naive and manipulative. Has been dating Sehiro since high school.

Aida Sehiro, the son of prominent lawyers and a douchebag. I remember that Osamu almost beat him to death when he tried to make a move on you. A sadistic pervert and has absolutely no remorse.

But since they are the faces of the school, they appeared as kind and understanding, considerate, but their secrets are super dark.

They raped the first victim, Hanako, during their first year of high school. Roana bullied her and drugged her, kidnapped her to her house where she and Sehiro raped her, assaulted her, and they filmed the whole process. Then, Hanako fell pregnant, and when she told Sehiro, the couple raped her again and beat her till she almost died. That incident was also recorded."

Souwa recoiled in disgust about their disgusting behaviour. She knew that they are avid drug users and gambles a lot, and they racked a bill of almost close to 100 million yen.

"So, they're connected to the first victim..." She noted it down on the board.

"What motive would they've to kill Hanako once and for all? Their parents paid her a settlement fee to stop her from reporting to the authorities." The Elites consists of the most disgusting people, yet they are considered the faces of the school.

Syuzen got up from his seat and wrote down the third name.

"Hayata Memu, a third-year law student. She is one of the major people in the group, the daughter of the Minister of Justice. The leader of The Elites. Intelligent, Manipulative and Sadistic. Her connections? She gathered these students for some unknown reason. Met her once; she is really fake, expected of a daughter of a politician." Syuzen shivered at the thought of Memu.

"Hmm, I see. What if we're not looking at a killer but killers?"

Souwa suggests the idea of not one killer but a group of killers working together to eliminate their dark secrets.

"Hmm, that seems plausible. Let me get some sleep, and we can do more work tomorrow. Plus, you have morning lectures, right? So go get some rest, nee-san." She nodded and went back to her own room.

Osamu was still awake, and when he heard the door opened, he sat up. He noticed her tired expression and open his arms to Souwa.

She climbed into bed and snuggled into his chest. She lets out a deep sigh and silently cries in his chest.

"Samu, I'm scared." She confessed to him, and he strokes her hair gently.

"I'm here for ya. We'll find this sick bastard, alright?" He comforts her and holds her close to him.

He gently pats her back and assures her that everything would be okay.

Except it is not okay when that sick killer strikes again.

This time, it's not on the Nishihara's territory but the Yamaguchi's.

It's been a long time since she is back at her family home, and she is glad that she is with her family again.

"Nee-san, hurry up. Finish your breakfast. I'm driving you to school." Syuzen filled her plate with food and pushed it towards her.

Osamu was still in bed; since he has afternoon lectures, he would settle some family business before heading to school.

Souwa lets out another yawn and digs into her breakfast. The guards doubled for Sura, Akise and Osamu. She would ask Osamu permission if she can add some bodyguards to shadow Atsumu to protect him.

Syuzen stayed up quite late to research the ten on their list that stands out too much.

While she was having her breakfast, she noticed a figure trying to avoid the dining room, but she quickly noticed who it was.

"Oi, Kouse. Have a nice vacation? Where's my gift?" The second oldest, Kouse, sheepishly turned around and turned to his fuming younger sister, who was able to throw her slippers at him.

"Wait! I'll lend ya my card! Ya can buy whatever ya want." He threw her his black card, and Syuzen knows this is not going to end well.

Souwa is known as the biggest spender in the family, and when she gets hold of the card, that's it for the owners.

"Oh, nice. I'll see ya later!" She pockets the black card, and Kouse stares in horror as his black card disappears into her pocket.

Her pocket's a black hole. He is never getting his card back.

"Oh, Kouse, you're back. You've got some job to do, Souwa's instructions." Danzen placed a stack of folders on the table for him.

"WHAT?"

He was just gone for a week and his younger sister moved back, there's something new going on and he was not updated.

"I need explanations."

The classmates and friends were in a solemn mood as they attend the wake of Hasue. Souwa was in a modest black dress as she arrives with Osamu after a quick stop at the house. Her family would arrive later, and she was there as a friend and promised her late friend.

Osamu was by her side as they both pay their respect to her and then made their way to Hasue's parents.

"You're Nishihara-san? My girl has always talked about you being her first friend and how you took care of her. Thank you." Hasue's mother wraps Souwa into a hug.

Souwa bowed respectfully and went to sit by an empty table.

"Samu, I want to add on guards for Tsumu. It's just for precaution." She expressed her worry about the safety of Atsumu.

"Do what you think it's safe, but don't ya get yerself hurt. 'kay?" He whispered to her and kisses her forehead to comfort her.

And, just as she expected, The Elites arrived. The seven of them, dressed in expensive black suits and dresses. It looks like they were coming to attend a fashion show instead of a funeral wake.

Then behind them was the Nishihara family, with Akise and Sura following behind.

People started to whisper among themselves that the Yakuza are here to attend the wake of Hasue. Souwa was feeling creeped out by the appearance of the Elites and them trying to be sympathetic to Hasue's parents.

Their fake smiles and crocodile tears send a chill down her spine. They are so disgustingly good at being fake that only a couple of people can see through their thick masks.

"Disgusting." Souwa rolls her eyes at them as Osamu went to get some water for the two of them.

Hasue was taken away abruptly from her parents, she had a bright future ahead of hers, and some sicko stole her life. Souwa is scared that this killer might go even bolder and go even further in their sadistic ways of torture.

"Stop frowning, or you'll get wrinkles prematurely." Osamu pinches her nose.

"Ugh, I know. I'm just thinkin'. It's got to be one of them..." She whispered and took a sip of the water that he got her.

Sura threw her arms around Souwa and sobs in her arms. Seeing her friend break down this way pains her, and she is even more determined to catch this killer.

If the police cannot catch this killer, it is time for the Yakuza to step in.

"Nee-chan, Dad has some intel. We can have a meeting after dinner. Bring Samu too." Syuzen informed her and she nods her head. Sura was completely out of it and Akise got her from Souwa.

Osamu could not help but feel fidgety, like something bad was going to happen. He has a sixth sense for this kind of stuff. He felt like it was going to happen again.

Another murder might happen.

Oh ho ho ho... who might this killer be or killers?

Hope you guys like this kind of writing style...And the Elites are a large group of people, so it might take some time to introduce them to the story!

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

[curiousconch]

Escape

Chapter 8 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Heather attempts to escape her captors. But will she succeed?

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.5k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / violence, language

Author's Notes: This chapter took me too long to complete, since I hit a creative block. Grateful for @eleanorbloom for giving me tips to overcome it (thank you! 🥰🥰🥰)

Thank you so much for taking time to read/comment/reblog this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Heather held her tears at bay. Frankly, all she wanted was to let herself go.

But she can't. She didn't want to give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her break. When Declan Nash removed her blindfold, he thought it was enough to pulverize her will. Heather was determined to prove him wrong.

"I'll pick up the second dose. Start on getting rid of the pretty doctor first," she heard Nash say to the other man, right before he left.

She watched closely as another man approached her, his features slowly revealed by the dim light surrounding them. The hair at the back of her neck stood up when she recognized the face of her kidnapper.

Jordan Peter Anderson, the Edenbrook janitor. Pete, as he was mainly known.

Suddenly, it all made sense. That's how he had access to her things, how he can easily know her home address, her schedule, all details of her life without suspicion. He was just another face in the sea of people that came in and out of the hospital. A fairly common and trusted face, at that.

She just wondered how Declan was connected to him. She wanted so much to find out. But now, she had to focus on preventing herself from whimpering as Pete violently dragged her to sit on a chair. He tugged her wrists free before slamming them on a metal table. She instantly winced with the impact.

That was when she saw the back of her hand, where an IV cannula was attached to an exposed vein.

What the hell was he planning?

She found the answer sooner than she thought.

She followed his movement with her eyes as he picked up a syringe from a nearby table. It was filled with a clear liquid.

"I take it you're familiar with potassium chloride, Dr. Song?" The janitor sneered as she gazed in terror at what he was holding.

She knew. Potassium chloride overdose can cause cardiac arrest when administered via IV, and in overdose, was fatal. Her mind raced with comprehension.

He's out to kill. He's not going to spare me. This isn't just a game. Her mouth went dry, refusing to accept the possibility that she may not live another day.

Her hazel eyes can only stare at the man who was about to murder her. For a moment, she was filled with helplessness, the tiny semblance of hope in her quickly dwindling out.

No! I'll overcome this. This won't be the end of me. She willed herself to think. Heather Song is one hell of a woman and she won't come down without a fight.

When he was just a single step away from her, inspiration struck.

As he reached for her, she leaned her head back, waiting for the perfect timing. Once he was near enough, she braced for impact and gave him a headbutt. He fell down to the ground, howling in pain. Heather took the opportunity to flee, liberating herself from the chair.

As she tried to take off, a struggle ensued. She was instantly dragged backwards, the force nearly knocking her out. She felt a sharp prick on her neck before she turned and kicked the man on the groin.

He wailed. Heather didn't wait for him to recover and ran for her life, fear and desperation egging her on. Her bare feet heavily hit upon the concrete floor, as she removed the gag from her mouth.

"HELP! Someone, please help me!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, sprinting. Her bruised arms pushed back against the plastic tarps and navigated the narrow corridor blindly.

Soon, she saw an open threshold nearby. She decided to aim for it. When she was almost there, someone grabbed her from behind, making her scream. She strained to break free from the hold, only to be pulled back again.

"Heather," a voice urged. "Heather, it's me!"

She recognized the speaker, making her stop in her tracks. She turned around and looked back into the dark brown eyes of the man in front of her.

Rafael.

At the sight of him, an overwhelming sense of relief flooded her being. She leaned onto him, feeling his strong presence encapsulate her in a tight embrace.

As the panicked adrenaline to fight for her life slowly dissipated, a rush of tears stained Heather's cheeks like an overflowing dam. So she clung to him, convincing herself that she wasn't imagining him and that her whole ordeal has ended.

"It's okay, love. I'm here, you're safe." Raf whispered, his lips kissing the crown of her head.

But she wasn't.

She felt her knees begin to buckle, her whole body shook. There was a sharp pain in her chest, while her vision of Rafael slowly blurred.

The last thing she could remember was the gentleness of his touch, before her world whirled and faded into darkness.

***

He can only watch the helicopter that airlifted Heather to Edenbrook Hospital. When she was found, a syringe was stuck on her neck, and the paramedics suspected a type of poisoning. Her sudden collapse and the  unknown nature of what caused made the situation urgent, so the response team decided it was best course to fly. 

Even though he yearned to accompany her as she fought for her life, he was hastily denied that right. Rafael seized that away from him, taking it upon himself to stay with her instead.

He wanted to be the first person she sees when she wakes up, to hold her hand, to assure her that she will never have to face horrors like this anymore. But fate wasn't on his side this time. It never was. 

So Bryce chose action. He first called in ahead to give Dr. Ramsey the few details they have on hand. He couldn't bring himself to follow her to the hospital. His mind dictated that he wasn't useful there. Instead, he made himself useful somewhere else. 

And there he was, standing in the middle of the crime scene as he hang up his phone. 

Here is where I can help Heather, he thought. I have to find what was in that syringe. It might be her only hope. 

His tired eyes scanned the floor, trying to pick up any detail that may be valuable. He walked around looking down, flashlight in hand, determined to find just about any kind of clue. 

He winced when he saw blood. Heather's. His chest tightened, anger rising within him. That fucking sicko, I swear I'm gonna give him hell. 

Bryce continued prodding around until he heard a soft jingling noise, making him stop. It felt like he just kicked something. He knelt down and found a torn plastic case and a clear glass bottle. He put on his rubber gloves and picked it up, reading the label. Realizing what it was, he quickly dialed Sienna's number and waited for her to pick up. 

"Bryce?" he heard a familiar voice on the line, but it wasn't Dr. Trinh. 

"Jackie?" he felt an immediate pang of worry, hearing the frantic exchange of voices in the background. But he quickly shook the feeling away. He had to focus.

"I found something that might help Heather. There's a bottle of potassium chloride where she was taken, it's empty. I think that's what the suspect injected Heather with."

"Gimme a second," Jackie said. Bryce waited as he listened to Dr. Varma ask for Heather's blood workup from a nurse. "Her potassium levels are elevated, and she's in cardiac arrest. This makes sense, Lahela." 

"She's in cardiac arrest?" A lump in his throat formed, his grip almost slipping from the bottle he was holding. 

"Yes. But we're trying to get her out of it. Your intel's gonna help us figure the rest out," Jackie said, and he sensed her hesitation before he heard her next words. "She'll pull through. So quit yapping and get your ass over here."

The line went dead. 

It took him five minutes to scale down the building, get into his car and hit the road.

***

The environment in the ER was charged by the frantic beeping of the machine, signalling Heather's ongoing cardiac arrest. 

"We've got suspected hyperkalemia," Jackie sprinted to the doctors surrounding Heather's limp body as she got off the phone. 

"Of course," Dr. Ramsey nodded, as he referred to the latest lab results. "A potassium chloride overdose would've caused her coronary infarction. It may have also caused her temporal paralysis, making her lose consciousness. Do we have her weight?" 

"Yes, Dr. Ramsey," Sienna dictated Heather's latest weight to the senior attending, allowing for him to compute for the correct dosage for the prescription. 

"Calcium bicarbonate for the IV, Kaley please," the male doctor handed a piece of paper where he scribbled the dosage needed. 

"Don't we need to do haemodialysis?" Jackie stood beside him, as she prepared a tourniquet and tried to find a vein where the saline solution can be injected. 

"No, we aren't too late, the potassium haven't bound to the cells yet. Watch out for other symptoms though," Like a well-oiled machine, Heather's mentor gave instructions rapidly, taking the lead role in her treatment. 

The nurse went back with the prescription and Jackie setup the insertion. As the liquid began to flow, they waited and watched the heart rate monitor overhead. 

It took a few seconds before the beeping slowed down into a steady rhythm. There was a collective sigh of relief.

Heather Song just narrowly escaped death. 

Tags: @eleanorbloom @ramsey-lahela @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

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The Murder in the Dressing Room

Chapter 7: liar liar

Warnings: blood, death, emotional and physical abuse, implied past domestic abuse

Also on ao3

Special thanks to @pathos-logical who still, despite everything shes done, wont be listed as a co-writer 🦀 (the writing was done months ago, and shes been doing EVERYTHING since)

The sound of Logan's phone ringing shook him out of the daze he'd been in for hours, sitting on Remy's couch, staring at the yellow walls, and trying to think about anything that wasn't Virgil. He considered ignoring it, letting it ring until the caller gave up and left him to sulk alone, but he decided to at least look at the contact. Maybe if they were important enough he'd think about calling them back later.

But when he saw Roman's contact, his earlier numbness was replaced with urgency like a lightning strike. He picked up before he could think twice. 

"Hello?" he rushed out, but even that was immediately cut off. At first all Logan could make out was near-hysterical rambling- but then the words sank in, and so did the horror.

"He did it- Logan, Dee killed them, it was him!" Roman was shaking so badly it was a challenge to keep the phone in his hands. "Dee, he- he sent me a picture of- of the two of us together, he didn't want me to leave him- Logan… I don't know what to do," he hiccupped, voice cracking on Logan's name. Logan's previous grief-induced apathy had fled as soon as he had heard the call, but now heart was pounding, a lump caught in his chest like he was going to either puke or scream. 

"Roman, where. Are. You." Logan had always been a serious type, but never like this. Despite how often his line of work put him in danger, the life-or-death part of it had never hit quite this close to home. If his entire world was flooding, Roman was the only one with a lifeboat. 

"God, I don't even know…" Roman muttered to himself, pausing to glance around him and even his breathing. "Some shitty Holiday Inn? I'm not too far from the police station."

Logan had jumped into action the second he heard Roman’s voice, frantically pulling on his shoes and throwing on one of Remy's jackets that was hanging by the door as he stormed out of the house. "Roman, I need you to meet me at the station." He heard Roman sniffle and whisper a soft agreement, followed by the sound of movement. "And Ro?" The shuffling stopped.

"I love you… and we're going to get through this, okay?" It was easier to lie to Roman than it was to lie to himself. And it was easier to tell Roman the truth about loving him than it was to pretend that he was over him. Things were just easier with Roman… Everything was easier with Roman. 

"I love you too," Roman whispered, but it came out choked and broken, like it was all he could do not to cry. "I never stopped loving you, I'm sorry I ever left, if I just stayed with you then none of this would've happened- god, this is all my fault- "

Logan hushed him, starting his car and pulling out of the driveway without looking. "Everything's going to be alright, okay?” Keeping his voice steady was a challenge, but he needed to be strong, if only for Roman.  “I'll see you soon." 

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Roman wouldn't make it to the station. Hell, he barely made it out of his hotel room before a hand pushed him in again. 

And even if he did, he wouldn't have wanted to. 

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Logan went straight to his office when he reached the station, not bothering to greet the few people mulling around. Remy had been promoted to head detective on the case after Logan had dropped out, and Logan knew he’d been working late nights since. He must’ve been in Logan's office for hours now.

"Remy, I have the answer!" Logan began, swinging open the door with the kind of energy more typically associated with his partner than him. Remy didn't react, facing the board Logan had set up for the case. In the back of Logan's mind, it registered as odd that his head was lolling forward instead of leaned back to look up at it.

But that wasn't what made Logan stop dead in his tracks. No, that would be the blood that was absolutely everywhere- splattered across the walls, pooling at Remy’s feet-

Remy. 

Logan rushed over to look at him, only sparing the briefest glance at the sunglasses on the floor. But suddenly he'd never missed their absence more keenly on Remy's face than the moment when he saw Remy slumped in Logan's chair, quintessential glasses replaced by an all-too familiar mask frowning up at him. 

Through blurring vision and rising nausea, Logan took in the rest of the scene. The board, now covered in red from more than just yarn. The cold air coming in through the open window. Remy's torn baseball tee, so drenched in dark blood that not a speck of the original white and black fabric remained visible. The coffee cup, contents long gone cold, that somehow lay untouched on his desk. The missing picture of him and Patton on the desk, creased down the middle and scribbled on. 

In red marker were two crudely drawn masks covering Logan's and Patton's faces.

Logan felt his whole world come crashing down. He had been holding on to Remy's stability through all of this, and now that was gone. Remy was gone…

Remy Murphy was dead. 

Remy Murphy was dead

Remy Murphy was dead. 

And Logan screamed.

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"Hello, Roman~" Ethan sing-songed. "Where do you think you're going?" He smiled, sweet as poisoned honey, walking forward and forcing Roman to back up until his legs hit the bed. Roman scrambled away from his touch until he was against the headrest, but Dee simply leaned over him. "How are you, baby? It's been far too long since we've chatted." 

"Dee," Roman choked out. "Please don't do this." He let out a violent sob when Dee grabbed his chin and pulled it forward, forcing their eyes to meet.

"Someone's been a little tattletale huh?" Dee smiled. It wasn't anything like his old smile. He'd used to smile like he owned the world. This smile said he was about to destroy it. 

"Gone off telling your little boyfriend about me, huh?" Roman shook his head, gasping and swallowing his sobs in an attempt to keep quiet. 

"LIAR!" Dee shouted, shoving Roman's head into the wall. Ignoring Roman's cry of pain, he continued, "Why is everyone such a dirty fucking liar?! Do you think I'm an idiot?" Roman was openly sobbing now. Dee's face softened, and he pulled Roman into a hug he was too afraid to pull away from.

"I'm sorry, baby, you know I didn't mean it" he cooed, petting Roman's hair right where his head had hit the wall. "Do you forgive me?" On instinct Roman nodded, hands balled into fists in the sheets.

Dee pulled back and kissed Roman's forehead, putting on a fake pout when Roman flinched away. "We're gonna go home now, alright? And we're not gonna run, or yell, or get upset, okay baby?" 

"Or what?" Roman dared to ask, but the question came out too breathless to have any real bite to it. "Or you'll kill me? Do it. End all of this, Dee. I give up. Kill me if you want, just stop this," he begged. "Kill me. And let them find me with that fucking mask on just like everyone else, but never fucking touch another one of my friends or family again." 

Dee stared at him for a moment, and Roman couldn't tell if he was confused or if he was contemplating if it would be worth it.

"Oh no no no, baby." Ethan ran his hands over Roman’s cheeks, gently wiping away his tears. "I love you, that's why I'm doing all this! I just want you to be with me." 

"Then what'll you do?" He clenched his fists tighter. He wanted to pretend it was to put on a show of bravery, but in reality he was trying to keep from shaking too hard, afraid Dee might notice and get angry. 

"Then I'll kill your little love bird! You're such a cheating whore sometimes, baby," Dee crooned, cradling Roman's tear-streaked face, "but you've had your fun now! And now we're going home!"

Roman tried to think back to the first time he met Dee, to remember if there were any signs to any of this when he had let himself get swept away by those initial promises and gifts. Nothing in his memory held any clues to how he would end up here, with three people dead and his soulmate's life on the cutting board. 

"Did you bring anything with you, sweetheart?" Dee’s soft hands petting over Roman’s face contradicted his eyes, alight with something more than poison behind them. Roman shook his head no- all he had on him was his wallet and phone. "Good boy. Now let's go. One hand on me at all times, alright baby?" 

Roman nodded, and held out his hand, trying to ignore the way Dee gripped down too hard, the opposite of Logan's gentle hands leading him to the car after the restaurant only a few days ago.

"One more thing." Dee stopped him as he was getting in the car. "Give me your phone. You don't deserve it anymore."

Roman’s breath seized. Dee had always let him have his phone. No matter the scolding and yelling about who he was talking to, the constant searches through Roman’s steadily dwindling messages, the deletion of social media and surrender of passwords, he was still allowed to have it. Part of him wanted to protest, to cling to his one link to the outside world- to Logan- but he was in no place to make demands.

With shaking fingers reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone, a cheap sparkling case barely protecting the shattered screen, the result of being chucked against the wall one too many times in one of Dee's fits of rage. Dee snatched it out of his hands and stuffed it in his pocket before starting the engine and pulling out of the parking lot.

There were a million thoughts whirling through Roman's head as Dee drove them to wherever he had been hiding, but for some reason his mind kept circling back to his phone. So small, in the grand scheme of things, but he couldn't help but feel he'd given up more than just that when he'd handed it over.

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[anotherweirdhunterfromspn]

It's a bloodline thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader ; Michael x vessel!reader

Request by @ravenbg : Hey! Are you accepting requests? I was re-watching the episode where Jimmy decides to stay as Castiel's vessel to save Claire, and I was wondering: could you write a Dean x Daughter! Reader where Main!Michael was released from The Cage somehow, and Dean's daughter (she's around 16) is acting as His Vessel (bloodline, and all), so Dean says "yes" to Michael so he can free her?

- SPNmasterlist ❤ -

How could they let this happened?

One day you're teaching your daughter how to drive a car and the next day you are desperate searching for any clue of where she could be. Sam, like the overprotective uncle he was, did everything he could when he had to protect you from Michael, but the archangel was more powerful than the youngest Winchester remember, and that was probably because Michael has been in the cage with Lucifer for a long time and the place made him more determinated to end with his brother.

Oh and that was the big problem, Lucifer and Michael were out of the cage, a new apocalypse started and Michael wasn't going to listen God's words anymore. He want a revenge, a revenge for the Winchester who didn't let him end Lucifer years ago, Dean Winchester. And what will be a better idea for that than take his own daughter like a vessel, (Y/N) Winchester, daughter of Dean Winchester and the only one who could say Yes to him without hesitate, thinking it was the best for her family and her friends.

He knew Michael was free, he knew in the moment he saw Adam terrified on the doorway of the motelroom Michael will came after him to get him as a vessel, but the "great and awesome" Dean Winchester still afraid to do it, not just for the possibilities of have to kill his own brother it was more about what will happen to him after the war if he said Yes to Michael. But now, nothing about it matters anymore.

Dean can feel his heart racing against his chest, breathing more hard with the pass of the minutes, he was trying to drive faster as he can in the road to get in time at the place he knew he will find Michael, he need to do it in time before to lose you again. His eyes were red for being crying the whole week and he was tired but his own adrenaline keep him on his feets. He wasn't crying just for lost his little baby in her sixteen birthday, (yeah no matter your age he will still call you his little baby.), he was crying of fury and disappointed against himself.

He made his choice, and his choice was protect his most precious thing in the world, you.

He pranket the Impala down the street and ran into the playground without said goodbye to Baby, who knows if he will drive her again.

The door of Heaven was open and the only angels in the place were part of Michael's army and the archangel himself. Dean came closer to them and a few angels tried to stop him but Michael rise a hand and they stopped their tracks, Dean looked at the archangel with full fury and pain on his green eyes.

You always were beautiful at his eyes, but this time for Dean seeing you being the archangel vessel was the most horrible thing in the whole universe, your beautiful smile was replaced with Michael unmotionless expression, your normal clothes were changed into a white soldier uniform. All made Dean remember his travel to the future when he saw Sam in a white fancy costume being possessed by the Devil, oh man he hates white color now.

'MICHAEL!' Dean yelled at the archangel, you take a few steps closer to your father (or at the least Dean wanted to believe that, to believe you still alive inside of your mind.)

'Dean Winchester, such a surprise.' Michael said, your voice sound so calm than made Dean want to vomit. 'Did you came to said goodbye to (y/n) before I get back to Heaven and start the war?'

'Why you took her? Why my daughter? You son of a bitch!' Dean yelled at the archangel who only smile and walked more closer to the oldest Winchester.

'Because I want to, and you know how this works. I explaned it to you years ago, but maybe you were so subbtorn to remember it. So, let me reflesh your memory.' Michael explained puting two fingers on Dean forehead. Showing him with his powers a scene from the past, where Michael possesed John Winchester and said to Dean the true about his family.

'Is in your family blood, your blood and, how inevitable would be, your daughter's blood. So, why I'll waste my time trying to get you when I can get her and complete my mission even more faster.'

'you want me, not her. Leave my daughter go, and I will going to let you possess me.' Dean said, looking at your eyes, the same eyes of your mother.

Michael smiled proud of what he has done, Dean was broken and ready to be his vessel. His original plan was use you to broke his soul, and well it works very well, but finally be able to get his body was a big surprise. 'I'm going to let her go.' Michael smiled and Dean seemed relaxed a bit. 'But with certain conditions.'

'I don't care about your fucking conditions, I only want her to be safe and nothing more.' Dean said with tears falling from his eyes, Michael still closer to him. 'I want to say something to my daughter before to let you do anything.'

Michael laughed, making the Winchester more nervous. 'She is listen already, here in her mind.' The archangel pointed at your head, for a few seconds Dean can swear he saw a quickly change on the way Michael looked at him like you were trying to fight him to get the control. 'I have to warn you, Winchester. We have a deal, I let her go but you will lose the whole control of yourself, no more tricks like you did once upon a time with your half brother. If you try anything against me, I will find your daughter and I'll take her with me and torture her soul in Heaven for the rest of the eternety, I'm not going to have mercy over your actions this time. I'll not fall in your tricks anymore.' Michael said coldly, Dean sighed and riced his hands over his head in sign of rendition

'Fine, the answer is Yes. Just let her go.'

Michael smiled and said to you in your mind 'This not end here, but I'll keep my promise to you to keep them safe.'. He leaves your body and you fell in to the ground barely conscious, you could hear Dean's screams and the ring noise of Michael grace.

'No, please don't..' You tried to get up from and stop him but it was to late, Dean wasn't Dean anymore.

Michael smiled proudly in his new vessel, feeling the oldes Winchester begging to him on his own mind to let you go. 'Don't worry darling, Daddy still here and we're not going to hurt you.' He said calmy, taking a few steps next to you. 'I have to thanks you for this, you did all of this possible my precious (Y/N). So thank you, love.' He said bofere to snap his fingers and made you disapear from the place and appear in the middle of the parking of a mall. Confused and tired after everything what happened you tried to seach for a person who can give you their phone and let you call your uncle, you tried to get up from the floor but you ending fallen again.

Crying you prayed for Castiel, hoping the angel have his angel-radio on.

In a few seconds you weren't anymore in the cold floor, Castiel was grabbing you by your arm and Sam running at your side.

'What happened? Where were you? How are you?"

'Dean said yes to save me.' Was all you could said to your uncle before to broke in tears. Sam hugged you and kissed your forehead, 'Don't worry, we are going to bring him back.'

[continuouscalamity]

CHAPTER 1 TRIAL SUMMARY

Entering the trial room, you're greeted with the serpents affixed on the stage, looking over the crowd. 

"Welcome to your very firssst SSSky High Trial!" Serphidia happily cheers. 

"YOU WILL BE FINDING OUT WHO KILLED THE VICTIM OF THISSS CASSSE. IF YOU SSSCREW UP, YOU DIE."

"Now move towards the edgesss of the room! We have sssomething ssspecial for you all!"

Done by Mod War ( @redcrowz )

Sermata and Serphidia called the tourists into the trial at the ballroom. The trial stands came from a huge chandelier from the ceiling with one stand for each person (save for Adam’s portrait).

Michio started off the trial about discussing the corpse. Tsuru wanted to start with the scene of the crime because she’s just like that.

"It was frozen solid, lips and skin a chilling blue. It didn't make me miss the bruise on his forehead, though. It wasn't very striking compared to the rest of his skin, but noticeable enough." - Michio Abe

The tourists concluded Adam’s cause of death as freezing, since it was suggested that he was dragged and locked in.

"There were Faint marks on the counter, almost like he had been dragged in." - Tsuru Hisa

"And then... he was locked in the freezer, right? The key to the freezer was gone... Do you think the culprit still has it?" - Cerberus

"So a sequence of events is: Being attacked, hit on the head to incapacitate him so he couldn't escape easily, and put into the freezer?" - Michio Abe

Adam’s clothes were seen away from his body, with Alexis briefly mentioning that there is a condition that explains his reasons of taking off his clothes.

'There is however, a condition called paradoxical undressing that occurs when a person freezes to death.' - Alexis Bosch

The plastic piece in his head was discussed for a short moment, which quickly transitioned to the plates of food on the counter.

"At least he had... vegetables." - Shizuki Maeda

"Oh, like those salads, right?" - Reina Fujitaira

"One had... many seasonings. Spicy, perhaps. Final meal." - Shizuki Maeda

Tessa quickly pinned the blame on Jun because she’s also like that.

'"The food proves it. I know who did it." She points to Jun.

"One thing absolutely nobody's brought up is the blue strands found in the victim's hand at the crime scene," she explained. "If you ask me, that's the only clue pointing to a specific person here. Plus, isn't he part of the group that was poisoned? He had to act fast, with only a week to live. And we know the culprit wasn't a member of Pr... pro... the one that can't eat." - Tessa Bitters

However, it was quickly brought up that both Jun and Alexis have blue hair. There was a two way discussion: the Faction motives and the blue strands found in Adam’s hand.

Otto and Tessa quickly brought up that none of the cutlery has been moved nor recently cleaned.

"Doubt this matters, but none of the forks or knives has been removed from their places, nor has any looked like it's been recently cleaned! Had to get that out of my system."  - Otto (Ota Matsumoto)

"Cause I'm pretty sure he always had, like, the utensils with him and was fiddling around, but... in the kitchen all of them were still in place." - Tessa Bitters

After all the clues have been mentioned, it was now time to find out who done the murder.

"We know that it has to be someone from either the Neurotoxic or Cytotoxic faction, and someone with blue hair." He restated. - Jun Kobayashi

Then there was a whole thing about emptying pockets and Alexis’ visual reference in the Pastel Girl app.

"Hard to tell that when your reference is made in Pastel Girl." - Michio Abe (Reacted with seven pensive emojis.)

Suddenly, Ota/Otto was starting to act very strange.

"Ugh! If we're just gonna be back and forward about this, then I'll just say-" Otto is quickly interrupted with Ota's hand covering the puppet's mouth and "struggling" to put them down, behind the stand.

Ota was reluctant on saying what Otto saw, claiming that they must cleanse the puppet from sin first, but after some prying, they complied.

"I. I must cleanse myself right after this. I need to be clean. I need to be-" They wheeze out, shaking the puppet with a trembling hand, then suddenly, juts it where their head and body can be seen. "I SAW A LIL' SOMEONE EXIT THE KITCHEN LAST NIGHT!" Otto blurts out.

"They had something small, shiny... Caught our eyes..."

"Too dark, much like the abyss! I couldn't see [who it was]!" Their plastic hands cover their eyes.

"I could... hear though..."

"Clicking! Clicking shoes... And a silhouette! Flowing like the winds of heaven..."

"And... small."

"Flowing clothes and noisy shoes! Noisy, noisy!"

With that description from the puppet, Alexis was shown as the culprit, even showing their bag to prove they did the crime.

Flicking their shame-filled eyes back to their own person they lifted their bag and placed it on their stand with a heavy sounding thunk. It was adorned with bright yellow star pins. One of which, had a whole point chipped off and missing. - Alexis Bosch

Alexis explained their deeds.

They frowned, quietly. 'It was...a highly regrettable act. I wasn't in a correct state of mind from my own motive and-' They looked towards Tsuru for a split second before returning to their stand. 'I was overcome with horror at the motives others had.'

Everyone in the trial briefly questioned on what Alexis’ consequence should be, but Sermata and Serphidia interrupted with the voting process and the revealing of the killer of the case.

"Now, to reveal the one resssponsssible for thisss cassse!" 

The lights dim, save for the various spotlights that swarm through the room. 

"To one and all, the killer of Adam Beau, the Ultimate Butler isss..." 

"ALEXISSS BOSSSCH. CRYPTOZOOLOGISSST." 

 The spotlight is shined on Alexis.

The majority was disappointed and shocked in Alexis’ actions, and the snakes went off about how there will be more killers just like them.

Alexis’ punishment was questioned. Would it be jail? An execution?

Well, they ended up with an execution.

After the execution, Alexis’ singed earrings were given to Tsuru, and everyone was dismissed with a feeling of despair.

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