#now they want a nose noooooooooooo

[malcolmreeds]

client is asking me to add a nose to their plushie which ive already finished and would licherally have to chop the head off to do im hhhhh

[ebonyslasher]

What’s going on Sis! I have a little request!

Female Slashers Being Invited to their black! S/O family Cookout!

Please? For the culture! And thank you ❤️

Hey sis! I'll definitely do that for you and the culture 💕

Female slashers being invited to their black!S/O's family cookout:

Although there's a bunch of human food, and she can't eat any blood: it smells delicious. She'll nibble on some before she hits her limit. Too much human food can make her barf. And she doesn't want to be disrespectful.

Plus the food was DIVINE. Oh, that sweet red velvet and that mac and cheese~. Now y'all know white people love some cheese!

Might want to watch your hornier cousins around her. Can't have them going missing.....

Will she dance? Sure. It won't be on beat sometimes but she looks great doing it!

Most of the family likes her, except a few. Your conservative aunties/grandma turn up their nose at the way she dresses and parades around. You tell her not to mind them.

She's pretty chill, although the temptation of eating your horny ass cousins is high. Y'all might have to leave a little early.

Oh wait, a smoke break? Excuse me, a trip to the corner store. Yeah let's go and get some snacks rq

Very excited to meet your extended family.

Overwhelmed by 2 things: either or both by A. how big your family is or B. how outgoing they are.

Thankfully, they figure out fast that she is shy. So most back off and leave it to just and introduction. A few try to get her out of her shell. "Ay girl, you don't have to be so shy!" "We wont bite ya!"

She thinks they are wonderful and she loves how hospitable they are towards her.

You'll find her either sticking right beside you or by your other very shy cousins hanging out around the house.

Dancing? OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Maybe next time?

The food? Delectable. Carrie stares at the desserts very longingly. But, she'll need to wait until she finishes her main food! That's what she was taught. But one problem is...if she makes it there.

"Oh, y/n I'm so sleepy." The itis done got to her.

She goes to find a room but there's a bunch of toddlers drooling on the bed. It's such a cute scene, but not what she needs. She goes to try to find another unoccupied room.

Lady Dimitrescu:

"Dear...why are we going so late? They said it'll start at 2:00 pm."

"Lady D...START isthe key word here. It's a suggestion anyway."

She thinks you want to be fashionably late but nooooo. The food won't be done by then. And most of the family damn sure wont be there. We play on CP time honey.

Y'all get there via her monster transformation, since her big tall ass can't fit in a regular car.

And you did warn her ahead of time that she will get comments about how tall she is. Especially from your one cousin that couldn't keep their mouth shu-

"Damn cuz you aint tell me you gotta AMAZONIAN." Lord here they go. Other than the occasional, "Damn, she big!," Lady D mostly deals with stares the whole time.

And of course that one uncle and cousin dup have to ask, "She give you dat snu snu?," trying to play with you. You try not to laugh but it's a little funny.

Out of respect of your family, she doesn't bludgeon your very thirsty uncle.

The food smells appetizing, but she will have to pass. It'll fuck up her stomach, unless it's a very bloody piece of meat. The desserts are what she can eat. She adores the peach cobbler and the key lime pie.

She tries to dance but she accidentally knocks a few people over with her hips. Oh well!

Dre:

She knows what time it is. They said 1:30 pm? Y'all not going until 3:30.

Scarfs down the food, it's scary. Some of your family are looking at her like she crazy. And she is.

"Damn, the food ain't going nowhere!!"

She knows that!!! But it's just too damn good!

Dancing? Eh, if she's in the mood. If your family has been really nice she might. She will request a Queen Ni'jah song.

Speaking of that, she will be adamant on asking your cousins if they fuck with her. You already told them ahead of time to just say yes.

She hangs out in the corner, strategically placing herself by the food.

She'll play some games, surprisingly good at spades. Her favorite part is slamming the cards on the table. Basically this video.

[majoringinsarcasm]

CHAPTER NINE BABY LETS GO SUMMER ROSE IM MANIFESTING YOU READING THAT BEDTIME STORY LETS SEE IF IM A FOOL OR IF ILL ACREAM

FORWDBWE

Ok. Ok ok. So. Someone IS reading! It COULD be Summer or or or

Y’all I had to pause if it’s SUMMER IM GONNA SCREAM

MOTHERS AND FUCKERS OF THE JURY WE HAVE THE LAST MOM WE HAVE FINISHED THE COLLECTION AND OH NO SHES HOT AS HELL

SHES SO PRETTY SHES SO FUCKING PRETTY AND IM ONLY LOOKING AT HER DROM NOSE DOWN

HER SHOULDERS IM A VICTORIAN MAN I HAVE FALLEM ILL FROM HER BEAUTY

BABY YAAAAANG SLEEPING SOUNDLY BC HER MOMMY IS JERE IM

GOD she’s so beautiful and we don’t even see her face or her full outfit but it Does Not Matter fuuuuuuck

Sorry I was so focused on the most beautiful woman to ever exist I forgot to be worried about my baby boy. Jaune honey please be ok

AHHHHHHH THE PAPAER PLEASURE IS MADE OF GEMS NOW ITS STURDY NOW AND ITS THE RED ONE AHHHH

RED IS RUBY YELLOW IS YANG BLUE IS WEISS PINK IS NORA FREEN IS REN IM GONNA CRY

AND A PURPLE ONE ITS THE SQUAD AHHHHHHHHHH

OR MAYBE THE RED IS PYRRHA IDK BUT AHHHHH SEE JAUNE SEE

NO FLOOD OR FIRE WILL EVER HURT THEM AGAIN

WHITEKNIGHT SHIPPERS HOW YALL FEELING THIS IS CUTE IM CRYING

GIVE IT UP FOR BEST GIRL SHES GROWN SO MUCH FOR REAL

GROUP HUG WE JUST NEED TO DO THIS FOR RUBY TOO WAAAAAH

ok well no we still need to figure out what the cat wants they don’t know it was trying to possess Ruby hang on

HUUUUUUUH?????????

I’m gonna CRY

HERB

AHHHHHHH LOOK AT THEM

Blake being so tender with Yang and Yang being so so afraid to lose her sister oh my god oh my GOD she’s cradling her face and wiping her tears. Any Yang haters I see will be sent into the pit

So bc Neo’s plan was to kill Ruby, or get rid of her or whatever, she’s empty. Without Roman and without her revenge she has no attachments back on Remnant that would make her want to leave

BUT EHAT DOES THAT MEAN FOR ALYX BC I FIGURED THE CAT TRIED TO POSSESS HER TOO BUT WHAT

IS SHE REALLY JUNIPER IS THAT WHAT IM HEARING

OH NO IS SHE THE BLACKSMITH

DID THE CAT KILL ALYX??!?!?!?

Cat. If you think Anyone is gonna let you touch Ruby. I’m sorry to Neo’s body but you’re about to be torn to shreds

THIS BITCH DID NOT TURN INTO PENNY EHAT THE FUCK

NOOOOOOOOOOO NONONONO

JAUNE

NOOOOOOOOOOOO BRING HIM BAVK

IS THIS RED LIKE ROSES BITCH

DONT END IT THERE WHAT THE FUCK NOOOOOOOO AHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH BITCH WE GOT THE FULL MODEL WE HAVE THE ARTWORK WE HAVE HER WE GOT SUMMER ROSE AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOOOD

Oh lordy lordy we have gotten. No /I/ have gotten everything I’ve EVER wanted like. If we ever get a team STRQ flashback I’ll die happily ever after but I know next week will HOPEFULLY be Ruby talking with her mom or something like that. I need smarter ppl to talk about the lore I am too head empty but BABY WE JAVE COMPLETED THE PARENT GAUNTLET WEVE COLLECTED THEM ALL A ROUND OF APPLAUSE

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hola Dani 👋🏼 how are you??

Are you about to go...

On us again?

A Fucking Breakup

THE BEGINNING

“Magnus,” Alec swallows, his voice raw and hoarse. “I can explain.”

That always sounds bad, not matter how inocent you are those words would make you sound guilty, which my twin is!!

“Well,” Magnus says and removes Alec’s hands from his face. “Now you do.”

That was rough!!! I'm sorry for my twin I know he fucked up bad and that saying sorry sometimes isn't enough but I hate to see him in pain...

On the other hand,  good for you Magnus, you don't need that lying hoe in your life...!!

What?? I can simp from two fronts 😎

THE MIDDLE

Twitter is starting to feel like the real villain of the story 😒

It had always been his vice with Magnus.

His need to know everything.

Very unhealthy of you!!

He is pretty sure he is no longer entitled to know the things he wants to know.

Ok but...  being married to a person doesn't mean you're entitled to their entire history also I'm pretty sure Magnus would tell you anything if you ask nicely!!

Alec had half expected Raphael to share an angry tweet about how he would rather impale himself on Cleopatra’s Needle than date Magnus - because he had in fact actually said those words out loud once.

Can't relate but what a fantastic quote 🤣🤣

And of course, there was a new hashtag.

#GetAlecLaid

OMG 🤣 was this Maxwell??

It did not help that Max had shared an insta story with a screenshot of the list and said ‘as if he could pull adam lambert lmao”

I knew my chaotic child wouldn't stay away from that 🤣🤣🤣

“You don’t get to break my heart and tell me how to fix it.”

This quote 🤯

Fuck everyone who is in it.

I wanna know who made the list 🙃

He likes gifs.

He loves them.

AQKDLQLQL...!!! THIS RIGHT HERE!! My fellow homies homos and hoes I'm claiming this 2 lines for myself, consider yourselves notified 😌

Max and Magnus have made up a couple of weeks ago – to Alec’s fucking relief.

🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Because if there is even a 0.001% that he will get back together with Magnus, he will hold onto it.

As will I...!!!

Because there is a tiny voice inside his that tells him that Magnus doesn’t want him anymore.

That voice is gaslighting you so bad it probably sounds like Camille 😨

He is just gonna have to spill his champagne on his coat “accidentally” and remove his coat so he can reveal what is underneath.

🤣🤣 I can only think of Shinyun

“What? It’s just fever,” Max groans. “It’ll go away.”

Is he faking it just to avoid David??

“I was going to go to Philly before going to the party,” Alec replies.

It's happening!!!

Alec grabs them and throws it right back at her. “Bring out the Maserati.”

Hoe behavior at it's finest!!

Alec shrugs off his coat and Ben literally screams and starts hooting.

The ONLY valid reaction to my twin's hotness 🤣🤣

Ben, um, is a bit of an alcoholic.

Ok, so we let Rafe mi bebé precioso hang out with this man, knowing this without asking any questions??? I know Rafe is an adult ok but he is also a child 😭

“Nice! You came to the right place,” Ben grins and jumps off the couch and then holds out his hand.

Ok sooo... Ben is a mess but he is a funny mess 🤣

“Ah. Okay. I thought his scary girlfriend told him not to talk to me,” Ben chuckles. “She does not approve of me.”

Biggest red flag ever!!! Anjali is a Godess and knows best!!!

Alec finds that ridiculous. Who wouldn’t want a Magnus?

Right? Sorry Ben can't relate

Alec slams his fist into the motherfucker’s face. The man groans in pain and clutches his nose.

Alec NOOOOOOOOOOOO

Alec lunges forward and punches the dark-haired asshole and grabs him by his collar. “First of all, he killed his dad. Do your research. Second of all, my husband is not the crazy one, I am.”

I can hear Lily and Maia groaning from here 😓

David 🥰😍👋🏼😍🥰

This is so not the reaction Alec was going for.

You would have gotten the reaction you wanted if you hadn’t gone to see Benjamin!!!!!

Alec takes Magnus’ hand and puts it on his chest. “Here.”

😭😭😭

Oh Alec 😭

THE END

I'm not ready for this part

“You love him.”

Max opens his eyes.

“Yes.”

Of course he does!! 🥰🥰

Dad lets out a sigh. “I want you to tell me everything. All of it. From the top. Do you hear me?”

Yes, please talk 🙌🏼🙌🏼

Note to self: Maybe ask David if he wants to withstand this shit?

He does!!! Go get your man!! Maybe hug your dad first because he is on sadness level 100

Note to self: Literally, no one is perfect...Except for David. 

Note to self: LISTEN TO THE GAY YODA. 

Please change his contact name to Gay Yoda 🤣🤣

He almost looks like he is going to cry again.

No please if you start crying then I'll start crying

Note to self: Try reading one of David's favorite books. 

I suggest you start with RWRB

“Oh my god,” the woman covers her mouth with a hand. “Have you two been-”

I honestly thought Alec would be the last one to find out!!

“No!” Lexi squeaks. “I’m literally shooketh right now.”

🤣🤣🤣 my precious twin... all my siblings are crazy!!

Nooooo why are they fighting???

Max feels the tears on his face. But he doesn’t make any effort to wipe them away.

😭😭😭😭

Note to self: He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving. He is leaving.

Note to Dani: No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

“I heard you were leaving to Cambridge,” Max manages a smile and stands up, passing the things back to David. “I came to say goodbye.”

What the fuck Maxwell????

Cry one last time for me, sweetheart.

Noooooo noooooo... IS MAVID!! 😭😭😭😭😭 Daniiii...!!!

Max swallows the tears inside his throat. “You…You gave Rafael your earrings. You left a letter to dad. But you didn’t give me anything.”

Oh Max 😭😭😭

Note to self: See? You’re good for something!

YOU'RE AMAZING MAX!!!

“Okay,” Max manages to say. “Now I’m feeling better about not getting any diamonds from you.”

Bapak lets out a shaky laugh. He kisses Max on the head.

Ok this is weird but it is the first time ever I've understood what a shaky laugh is because I just did it 🤣

I would never miss a David performance for a makeout session. Rip to malec but I am different!

Right?? Who the fuck does that??

I'm crying in Mavid right now 😭

Thank you Dani 💚💚💚💚

THE GIFS. THE FUCKING GIFS. I CAN'T.

Also i loved the GoT references so much.

Thank you for making me laugh as always <3

[skellebonez]

With your new prompt list, how's about #70 and #80 with reverse spicynoodles, specifically with Demon MK trying to court Red the old fashioned way and failing miserably?

I wanted to set this after the fills where Demon MK has joined Team Red (as DMK would not even try courting Red while still with his parents) so it's going to be less old fashioned by default given he is also much more mellowed out and likes to do things his own way. He still tries and fails miserably though, things are not going according to plan. (but it ends up fluffy)

Was this supposed to be a romantic gesture?/ What do you mean they escaped?

"Don't take your blindfold off yet it isn't ready!" Red chuckled as he heard MK shout from far away in the outdoor field as he lifted his hand, a string of curses following soon after. When MK has pulled up to Pigsy's Noodles at the very end of his shift, passenger side door to his sports racing car open, with a yelled "GET IN NOODLE BOY WE'RE GOING SOMEWHERE... PLEASE?" this wasn't what he had expected.

His not-quite-yet-boyfriend (it was complicated) had been living in the Sea-cret Base for a few months at this point and things had been interesting to say the least. He was still getting used to MK not being screamy all the time, but when he did scream it usually meant he either A) was excited or B) was nervous or C) was both. Option C seemed to be the answer this time, the fire wielding demon gripping his steering wheel tight as he tapped one of his fingers in an off beat rhythm.

They'd driven for a while before they pulled up to a red light, MK removing his headband and handing it to Red with a simple request to blindfold himself "for reasons... please?". It was cute, the way MK would soften his tone of voice and add a please onto his requests now. The action had started out so hesitant and unsure, now less so, and every so often Red could see the smallest bit of a spark of flame at the tips of his hair when he did it.

He had no problem doing so, trusting MK implicitly at this point, and gladly tied the headband around his eyes and heard a giddy half laugh from his side. Apparently whatever MK was doing was going to plan.

With his sight gone Red paid attention to the turns they took and it became clear to him that he knew roughly where they were headed. He’d taken this same route multiple times on his noodle deliveries, though after a while they had taken a turn he had never remembered taken before. The road was a straight shot, albeit with a few bends, and they had apparently arrived wherever they were headed to shortly.

MK had exited his car, opening Red’s door and helping him walk to some kind of outdoor seating. And he waited... and waited. It was pretty clear something had gone wrong.

"What do you mean they escaped? How could have have escaped, they were in a- never mind I can do this without them they were just a bonus,” MK muttered and Red could hear shuffling and sparking flame and yeah, something hadn’t gone to plan. A lot of something, possibly?

And then he felt a drop of water on his nose.

“OH MOTHER FU-AAAAGGGHHH!” MK screeched as a sudden downpour blasted the two men out of nowhere. Before Red could jump up himself MK had rushed over and thrown him over his shoulder and he had thought that he was dragging him back to his car until he was pulled through a doorway of some kind. “Damn it, damn it! I had it all planned I-...” Red was put down carefully and he heard the thump of a body hitting the floor. “Just... go ahead and take it off.”

MK’s voice was muffled and when Red removed the headband (and decided to leave it around how own forehead) he could see that he had thumped face down on the floor of... a little cabin of some kind. A simple, sparsely furnished but comfy little (very little, even smaller than his apartment) cabin.

“OH,” Red exclaimed as he looked out the window and saw the drenched table that was holding now rain destroyed food. “Was this supposed to be a romantic gesture?”

The groan into the floorboards was enough of an affirmative for Red, but soon MK sat up and pulled something he couldn’t see from the pocket of his jacket. “I wanted to do this the right way... but it’s not, you know, 500 years ago anymore so I wanted to change it up,” MK started and he sounded so sad... “And now the only thing that’s even close is the ‘bringing you to my home’ bit-”

“Wait, home?” Red’s eye’s widened as he looked around again. “I thought you were living with your parents.”

“I was!” MK admitted, curling into himself a bit. “This is... my hideout. I’d come here when I needed to be alone. But I spent enough time here that it was pretty much a second home away.” He stood, ringing out rain water from his now flattened hair. “Demons used to kidnap humans and take them to their home to court them so I thought...”

“You would replace ‘kidnapping’ with ‘bringing me here as a surprise’?” Red asked, earning a stuff nod.

“There was other stuff,” MK continued with a nod. “But none of it went right. And now with the rain... stupid weather station hasn’t been right since I attacked it months ago, I should have known something would go wrong!”  He planted his face into his hands and groaned again, and that’s when Red got a glance at the object in his hand.

“Is that a bracelet?”

MK jumped, pulling his hands back and looking down at them with a look of defeated dismay. “Noooooooooooo you weren’t supposed to see that...”

Red couldn’t help but smile softly, moving over to MK’s side to lift the bracelet out of his hand. It was simple, just a bangle type bracelet carvings and the characters for their names side by side on the inside. “But I like it,” He said as he slid it on his wrist. “And I’d be more than happy to date you, MK. You just had to ask. Though I do have one question.”

The moment he said he would date MK the demon had started staring at him in awe, steam lifting off him in droves as he blushed, but the request jolted him from his thoughts. “Uh, what is it?”

“What in the world escaped?”

“Oooooh,” MK looked to the side awkwardly. “I, uh... I caught some birds earlier and hoped to let them out so we could listen to them... they kinda got out though...”

Red loved this absolute dork of a demon.

[dtvibezauarchive]

Lost Hope AU

This AU is formed around a very vengeful George. 

He seeks revenge for those who had killed off his best friends; Dream and Sapnap. Donning Sapnap’s bandana and shirt, as well as Dream’s hoodie and mask, these items are the last he has of his deceased friends. 

The man behind the death of his friends is nonother than Schlatt, who was resurrected by Quackity, in hopes of trying to puppet the man. After failing to do so, Schlatt once again took over L’Manberg, dubbing it ‘Manberg 2.0′. 

He threatened anyone who get’s in his way. He has claimed that the Dream Team is dead, for they all died that day. George isn’t the same, and may never be the same again. 

..

During these events, when a festival goes down in the new Manberg, George decides to strike, though fails horribly and is in the end, at Schlatt’s feet, on the verge of death. 

Quackity regrets everything. He has regretted bringing Schlatt back due to the fact things didn’t go his way. So, he tries to help George, but is in the end, hurt as well. 

Once everyone saw what was happening, they are forced to watch helplessly as things go down. Though, just before Schlatt kills off George... Technoblade swoops in to stop things. 

..

There is a gap during this time, where Techno takes George in. Seeing the broken man, he offers a bit of support, despite their differences. He knows George want’s revenge, so he will support whatever anarchy George has to offer. So, he helps George back to health, with the help of Philza, Tommy and Wilbur (after they escaped Manberg 2.0). 

George becomes close with the bunch, each week of training, they all become stronger and bond more together. It’s a weird family dynamic, but it works for them all. More so, a teacher-student bond forms between Technoblade and George. Techno teaches what he can to George, while George learns it all. He finds a higher level of appreciation towards Techno during these days, and on some occasions, calls him sensei or teacher. 

..

After what seems like years of training, there comes a point in time where they fight Schlatt at the End Portal, the Portal now activated. George discovered that Schlatt has a book of resurrections and wishes to take it, in hopes of getting his friends back. Yet, he would need to betray Technoblade in order to get it. Meaning, he would need to throw Techno into the end with little to nothing. 

There is a huge standoff, and for a moment, Techno believes George accepts the deal. But he doesn’t. Techno is stunned by the actions performed by George, going as far as to even quote his saying. George ends up throwing Schlatt into the void of the portal, as well as releasing the book with him. 

..

The war for them has won. The evil was now banished to the realms of the End and everyone in the Dream SMP and Manberg 2.0 were free. 

Techno wakes up home, with Philza shaking him awake, and Tommy and Tubbo by his side. He has no recollection on what happened and how he got here... all that he knows is that George isn’t with him. And that worries him.

..

So far, up to this point, everyone has no clue as to what happened to George, and have no clues as to where he is. George is missing. 

---------- some fics/drabbles around this au below the line ----------

“George. Please.”

Bad spoke, hurrying along side his friend now as he tried to stop the other. But as he grabbed George’s arm...

“I don’t care, Bad. I don’t care what you say to me here and now. You cannot stop me.”

He yanked his arm right from Bad, glaring harshly towards him before fully placing the mask over his face. Turning around once more, he began to walk, making his way down the wooden path. Skeppy and Ant couldn’t do much... they had no say between their relationship. Seeing Bad in despair... begging George... it was hard to watch. Especially if George had a set goal in mind.

“George-” Bad tried once more, reaching his hand out...

“They brought him back, Bad. They brought that monster back from the dead and now he’s taking charge of L’Manberg AGAIN. He KILLED Sapnap and Dream, right in front of my eyes. So don’t you fucking dare try and stop me from going after him and those who brought him back from the hellscape he was in. Don’t even try to or else I will have to kill you as well.”

There was a tense pause, Skeppy himself now stepping forward slowly, his hand gripping his axe. Seeing that George just threatened Bad...

“...” What could Bad say? He was.. hurt... they all were hurt after what had happened. They were in utter shock when they got word that Schlatt was back...

“... If it were Skeppy, would you do it? Would you go after Schlatt, if you watched him kill Skeppy right in front of you?”

He gripped his hand, balling it into a fist. Bad... his gaze dropped down slightly, thinking on George’s words for a moment before he noticed George lifting the Mask up, revealing half of his face.

“If it were Skeppy, you wouldn’t hesitate with that answer.. because you’d be already fighting that bastard. Especially in the heat of the moment.”

...

Pulling his mask back down, he turned away, taking a moment to just breathe.

“... the day Sapnap and Dream died... was the day I too died. The Dream Team is no more. I am but a shell of who I once was... because I will never be the same without them here.”

and with that, George pushed forward, leaving Bad, Skeppy and Ant in his shadow.

--

Quackity winced as he watched George slump forward, the sword sticking right out of his chest causing his stomach to churn. The amount of blood spilling from George... he was shocked with how George still managed to keep awake.

He then turned to look towards Schlatt, who’s sickly form wobbled forward slowly, the glare in his dull eyes sending shivers down his spine. The liquid that oozed from his lips... his nose... that fucking devilish grin. The smug bastard. He thought this was the way... he thought this would fix everything... but...

“George.. oh George... Stupid, pathetic, George. Look at you... did anyone ever tell you... Red really is your color. Such a shame that you cannot see the crimson hues that mark your skin” Schlatt sneered, now pulling the arrow from his neck roughly, the darkened hue of red leaking from the wound on his neck. Throwing the item harshly towards the side with a little care.. Schlatt laughed, letting the liquid drip from his lips and teeth.

“You can’t get rid of me baby! No matter how hard you try, I’ll always BE HERE!”

George looked up slowly, his eyes glossed over as his hand gently gripped the sword in his chest...

“...”

That’s when Schlatt pulled the axe right out from his back, letting the sickening crunch emit from the wound, letting bits and gushes of blood to splatter from him.

“... I should’ve ended you right then and there. All this time, I thought my real threat was Wilbur and Dream.. but you... you’re just like them... I loath you all immensely. Your words filling the ears of those here on this stupid SMP... “

Letting the axe go to his side, his hand firm on the handle...

“... You abomination... I know you miss them both...”

Schlatt then gripped the axe tightly, raising it over his shoulder now..

“How’s about we fix that?”

And like that.. Schlatt charged at George, his eyes wide with intense hatred, the ooze flying from his form. George could only watch in horror as Schlatt darted for him.

This was it.

Quackity gripped his stomach, tears cascading down his cheeks now as he screamed, his other hand reaching out towards George.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Sam banged on the glass separating them, Bad and Punz trying their best to shatter the see through barrier. He was screaming... Sam was screaming as he watched Schlatt grew near towards George. Sam’s crown fell off, his mask slipping .. his voice echoing throughout the room they were in, the tone of despair growing.

“GEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGE!!!”

Schlatt grinned dangerously as he stomped harshly on the ground, standing right in front of George.

“BYE BYE GEORGE!!”

With that... he swung the axe...

...

..

.

clank!

...

..

!

Schlatt’s eyes widened...

Quackity felt as if his heart stopped.

Sam let out a sharp gasp.

...

Silver eyes peered right up towards Schlatt, a glowing enchanted netherite sword being held up against the axe he held. A red cape slowly fell towards the shoulders of the man that stood there... man? or Pig.

“...”

Schlatt jumped back, stumbling somewhat over his footing, his eye twitching at the sight before him.

...

They stood tall, the look of utter anger lingering throughout their gaze. A shining glowing crown dawned upon their head... the armor they wore glistening from the enchantments given to it.

George just.. let out a shaken breath... his vision growing blurry with every passing moment...

“... T.. Technoblade...”

--

He couldn’t focus.

George watched as Schlatt made his way towards the end portal, letting out a shaken laugh as he glanced right back towards him.

“THIS IS IT GEORGE! YOUR DECISION DAY!”

Techno flinched as he dangled off the edge of the cobblestone he was left on, the potion of weakness given to him really taking its toll. He could barely keep himself together, his eyes slightly casting off towards the side. Each passing moment, he grew weaker, as well as his grip on the stone.

“Take your pick…”

Raising his sword high, Schlatt let out a heavy, sick laugh.

“Save your friends and bring them back while letting this disgusting pig fall into the end below, never to be seen again… or save this pig.. And never get the choice of ever bringing your friends back to life.”

…

George hesitated…

He stared towards the book Schlatt held in his other hand… then he stared towards Techno.

…

Sweat lightly rolled down his forehead, his eyes gazing back and forth between the two…

…

“Tick.. tock.. George…”

--

…

..

“oh, I just got some gold. It’s quite epic.”

.

“why are you talking like that?… quite epic, I’m Sapnap.”

.

“It’s quite epic indeed.”

.

Warm laughter filled the air.

..

“Let’s go!”

.

“Alright, let’s chill-”

.

Shocked yells and screams filled the air before … laughter, seeing that they were saved.

..

…

George stared up towards Schlatt… his eyes cold.

…

he made his decision.

--

Schlatt watched as George approached him.

A sly grin was on his face.

George had made his choice… and Techno watched as George went right up to Schlatt.

“…”

--

George held his hands out… waiting for Schlatt to hand him the book.

“.. you made the right choice George..”

Placing the book in George’s hand slightly, he still kept a firm grip on it’s edge. Schlatt turned to look at Techno, a wild grin on his face now as he chuckled.

“… you see Techno? This is all you’ll ever be… alone for all eternity. The king who finally falls… it’s about time you’re put to rest…”

--

Just as Schlatt turned to look at George...

Crack.

Techno watched as George full on slammed his fist against Schlatt’s face, breaking his nose right on contact. George then gripped the other’s shirt collar, glaring darkly towards those shocked eyes.

“... a wise Pig once told me of a wise mans words.”

Techno.. Techno leaned his head against the cobblestone, watching as George held Schlatt dangerously close towards the portal entrance...

“... Anger may in time, change to gladness.. vexation may be succeeded by content... but a Kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being... nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.”

Schlatt’s eyes widened as blood trickled down his nose...

George leaned in, his voice near a growl...

“... Fuck you, Jschlatt.”

and with that... George shoved Schlatt right into the end portal.. with the book he held.

The echo’s of Schlatt’s scream filled the void before.. silence.

[kawaiikichi]

There You Are, In My Dreams (Saiouma)

Saiouma “Did someone spike the eggnog?” from the Winter Writing prompts list for @just-a-random-shipper-passing-by! I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

*Based off of this request*

Title: There You Are, In My Dreams

Prompt: “Did someone spike the eggnog?”

Summary: Shuichi finds himself having to take a tipsy Kokichi home after getting drunk on some spiked eggnog at Rantaro’s Christmas party. Things take a turn when Kokichi stops him from leaving.

One-shot is under the cut!

Shuichi could only stare as Rantaro shoved a very drunk Kokichi in his direction.

“Here, he’s your responsibility now. Take him home.” Rantaro said.

“Yesh! Take me hooooome!” Kokichi slurred out.

“Wait, wait, hold on a minute! Why me?!” Shuichi exclaimed.

“Because you’re not doing anything right now.” Rantaro replied.

“But I—“

“Saihara-chaaaaaaaan! Stop yer whinin’ and take me hoooooome!” Kokichi whined, smacking his chest with his fist.

“And he also wants you specifically to take him home. So, off you go.” Rantaro said before walking off.

“Wait, Amami-kun—“ Rantaro disappeared back into the living room before he could finish his sentence.

Shuichi sighed as he stared down at Kokichi, who kept whining for him to take him home.

“I guess I have no choice...” he muttered.

He shifted Kokichi so that he was riding on his back.

“Alright, let’s get you home now...” he trailed off as he began to head over to the door.

As he toed on his shoes and grabbed Kokichi’s boots, he heard Kaede call out to him.

“Saihara-kun! Are you going already?” she asked.

“Yeah. Amami-kun told me to take Ouma-kun home. He’s drunk, apparently.” he explained.

“Drunk? But the drinks aren’t supposed to be alcoholic...” Kaede tapped a finger against her chin. “Did someone spike the eggnog...?” she wondered out loud.

“Maybe. Either way, Ouma-kun is drunk and I have to take him home.” Shuichi said.

“Well, you go ahead and do that. I think I know who spiked it.” she waved. “I’ll see you on New Year’s, Saihara-kun!” she chirped.

“Yeah, see you then!” Shuichi replied.

He headed outside and began to make his way downstairs to his car as Kokichi spoke.

“Thank gooooooooood!” he shouted into Shuichi’s ear, causing him to yelp in surprise.

“Ou-Ouma-kun?! Why did you do that all of a sudden?!” Shuichi exclaimed.

“I thought you two weren’t gonna stop flirting! Maaaaaaaaaan, you sure know how to prolong a conversation! All I wanna do is go home and yet you be flirting with Kayayday!” Kokichi snapped angrily.

“I...I’m sorry...?” Shuichi answered uncertainly.

I wasn’t flirting with Akamatsu-san, though, he thought to himself.

Kokichi let out a huff.

“I don’t forgive you. You suck.” he said as he blew a raspberry.

Shuichi arrived at his car and unlocked it, opening the back door and placing Kokichi inside.

“You’re scum, Saihara-chan! How dare you flirt in other people’s presence?! Don’t you feel bad for the single people in this world?!” Kokichi whined.

“First off, I’m not scum. Second, we are going to your apartment, okay? So, please calm down until we get there.” Shuichi instructed.

Kokichi reached out and smacked Shuichi’s cheek.

“Ow!” Shuichi exclaimed.

“My answer is noooooooooooo! Imma be as loud as I wanna be...” Kokichi hiccuped. “Lemme be loud!” he screamed as he flailed about.

Shuichi sighed as he buckled Kokichi in and closed the door, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What did I get myself into...?” he wondered out loud.

I regret everything, he thought to himself.

He got into the driver seat and drove off, blasting Christmas music on high in hopes that it would drown out Kokichi’s incessant and drunk whining.

💜💜💜💜

Kokichi giggled nonstop as Shuichi carried him up the stairs to the fourth floor.

“Weeeeeee! I’m flying!” he declared.

Ugh, someone end me, please, Shuichi thought to himself.

He hiked up the last flight of stairs, finally arriving on the fourth floor. He made his way down the hall as Kokichi sang a pop song to himself, giggling and hiccuping every other word.

“Which one is yours again?” Shuichi asked.

“Room Fuck You.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi glared at Kokichi as he dissolved into raucous laughter.

“Be serious here!” he complained.

“‘Be serious here!’” Kokichi mocked.

Kokichi laughed harder, making Shuichi groan.

“You’re no help!” he barked out as he took out his phone and texted Rantaro.

Shuichi: What is Ouma-kun’s apartment number? He’s refusing to tell me.

Rantaro answered moments later.

Amami-kun: Room 421.

Shuichi: Thanks!

“Geez, Ouma-kun...remind me to make sure you don’t get drunk...” he mumbled as he continued down the hall.

Stopping at Kokichi’s apartment, he set Kokichi down and took out the apartment keys he took from Kokichi’s pocket when they arrived.

“Aaaaaaaaaaah! I’m being kidnapped by a weirdo!” Kokichi screamed.

“Ouma-kun, stop it! I am not kidnapping you, I am taking you home! We are literally in front of your apartment!” Shuichi snapped.

He unlocked the door and kicked it open. Then, he reached down and scooped Kokichi up in his arms, holding him bridal style.

Kokichi giggled.

“Now I’m being carried bridal style...did we get married, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

“No, we did not.” Shuichi deadpanned as he stepped inside.

He closed the door and proceeded to maneuver through the small apartment, heading towards Kokichi’s room. As soon as he stepped inside, he made a beeline for the bed and dropped him down on it.

“There, you’re in your bed now.” Shuichi turned. “I’m going to go now. Make sure you get some rest.” he said.

Before he could leave, however, Kokichi grabbed him by the wrist.

“Wait...stay with me...” he trailed off.

“Huh?” Shuichi answered.

He turned, noticing how Kokichi watched him with a serious look.

“Stay, Saihara-chan.” he said, pulling Shuichi closer.

“Ah!” Shuichi exclaimed as he was pulled onto the bed.

He straddled Kokichi’s hips, his hands on either side of Kokichi’s head on the bed. He stared down at Kokichi, who was watching him with an unreadable look in his eyes. His hands moved to cup Shuichi’s cheeks, stroking them.

“Wow...you have one beautiful face, Saihara-chan.” he commented.

Shuichi blushed.

“Where did that come from all a sudden?” he asked.

“Everywhere.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi arched a brow at this as Kokichi continued to stroke his cheeks.

“You know...this is one of the many reasons why I’m in love with you, Saihara-chan.” he said.

Shuichi’s breath caught in his throat, eyes wide in surprise.

“What...” he trailed off.

Kokichi smiled.

“I’m in love with you, Saihara-chan.” he told him.

Then, he pulled Shuichi’s face down, their lips coming together in a soft kiss. Shuichi stiffened, not knowing what to do.

Oh my god, we’re kissing. What do I do, should I kiss back or pull away, he asked himself.

Before he could come to a decision, Kokichi broke the kiss.

“But...you don’t feel the same way. So, I see you in my dreams like this and carry out my fantasies that way...” he trailed off.

As he resumed stroking Shuichi’s cheeks, Shuichi began to think.

But, Ouma-kun...this isn’t a dream. You actually did just kiss me, he thought to himself.

He bit his lip.

How long has he been feeling this way about me, he asked himself.

“Uh, Ouma-kun...I’m going to have to go now.” Shuichi told him.

Kokichi chuckled.

“You always do.” he removed his hands from his cheeks. “Now, go.” he said.

Shuichi slowly climbed off of him and he began to head out of the room. He looked over his shoulder, shooting Kokichi one last glance before leaving, closing the door behind him.

He pressed his back against it, his cheeks flushing red as he recalled the kiss they shared.

I still can’t believe we actually kissed, he thought to himself.

His heart raced just thinking about it.

Why was he feeling like this?

[multiverseanimecrossover]

String of Pearls

One cold night; there was a rough brick floor in a factory, the flickering glow of flame is the only illumination...The ominous organ music continues where a dark pool of blood slowly begins to spread moving up as the flickering flame reflected in the blood. A shrill factory whistle blows in a blood-chilling and spine-shattering when a man's face appears, upside down, reflected in the pool of blood. Standing there was a slender dandy in pearl grey gloves and  matching waistcoat. A cold and superior aristocrat.  “Attend the tale of Giovanni Todos. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen. He kept a shop in town, of fancy clients and good renown. And what if none of their souls were saved? They went to their maker impeccably shaved...By Giovanni Todos, the Blood Thirsty Magician Who Was Out for Vengeance. Swing your blade wide, hold it to the skies! Freely flows the blood of those who moralize!” He announced. This is where the story begins: A boat is arriving at part, a young man man looks out the window happily and content. His name is Alard Faria. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Ah, I'm going home--My home of Avalon! Where my family awaits but there's no place like home." Just then; he was startled by a voice: "Yes, no place like home isn't it. I cannot wait to arrive too." said a mature sounding man. "Giovanni?" The man asked in confusion. "Oh, sorry. I was just agreeing with you." Giovanni replied politely. "You can't wait to return home too?" Alard asked. There was an indifference to Giovanni's face. "Life isn’t always going to be kind to you. Life has been the opposite of kind to him." His voice sound almost scary but Alard seemed surprised.  "Has that ever happened to you, sir?" He inquired again. Giovanni then begin to look sad, "Yes it has, to someone I once knew....when he remembered it makes him feel uneasy. Haunted by the ghosts." "Ghosts?" Alard said.  "Of his past. There was once a magician and his lovely assistant who wed and had beautiful children. One of the children, the son, was a happy boy that loved his family so and was so pure yet sweet however all that change by a vulture of the law who killed the magician, in order to be with the magician's wife. The only witness who saw it was the boy, He knew what his uncle did and he went into a blind rage. His mind was illed that his mother and uncle sent him away....Such horror that boy had seen, such blood shed, his whole world crumbled....." Giovanni stopped, he was trembling with anger. Alard was shocked by this, "That's awful! What about the young lady? And the children, what-" Giovanni shocked his head, "Oh, that must have been a long time ago. I doubt if anyone would remember that." He said. "I like to thank you for saving me, sir. If you didn't; I would've been arrested for sure." Giovanni replied. "Will I see you again?" asked Alard. "You might find me wandering the streets." said Giovanni. He was walking away as Alard waves while calling out, "Farewell my friend, until we meet again." Giovanni turned and nodded at him. As he walked away; He is seen mumbling: "There is a hole in the world like a great black pit.... it's filled with people who are filled with shit, And the vermin of the world inhabit it...." That boy he talked about was his own past. He lived a happy life with his family: Giovanni loved his father, his mother, his sister, until his dirty minded, cruel judge uncle came along. Killed his father. One day, he was going to make Judge Villfort pay for what he done!

Memories came back to him of Rena, his mother, and his father. As he got to the door, he knocked. But saw someone in the window, for a moment that indeed looks like a ghost. The door opened, and he saw a bewitching woman. "Hello there, are you the specter?" Giovanni asked in a mocking frightened tone. The Spector girl smirked at him, "Hmph, that's what everyone in this town known me as anyway. My name is Baptista." Mordred bowed before her, "I am Giovanni Todos, is all right if I come in? This is used to be my home." The girl raised an eyebrow, "Really? Well, of course you may. Come right in." She motioned for him to enter. Giovanni looked around to see items relating to magic tricks: Top hats, wands, and magic cards. "Are you a magician?" Giovanni asked. "Yes, I just do magic tricks for people as a different person." Lynette replied. "Interesting." said Giovanni, still looking at the box of magic supplies. "It's been too long since I did  magic. My last show was a disaster thanks to a crazy, obsessive fan of mine tried to kill me." explained Baptista. Giovanni laughed a little, "That must've sucked." He said. "It did." agreed Baptista, she too was chuckling. She hands him a drink, "Here, this will help. Please, sit." said Baptista. Mordred does but stops to look around to see how much the house changed. The walls were grayish black, had souvenirs of wands and books there as decorations. No pictures of his family or that hint of spring green walls that he remembered. "You know that room upstairs, it's been vacant now hasn't it?" Giovanni said, sitting in the chair. "Up there? No, nobody goes up there." Baptista said lightly. "Why?" Giovanni asked. Baptista was silent before speaking, "People say it's haunted by something more frightened." Giovanni's head shot up, "Haunted?" He asked. Baptista nodded, "Yes, but they could be mistaken. They say eight years ago, something happened up there and it was awful....There was once a happy couple, a magican name Donatello and his lovely assistant, Heloise. Their children was a beautiful boy for a son and a beautiful girl for a daughter. The boy's name, Vanya, Vanya Barber." She stopped as she"What happened up there for the Barbers?" Giovanni asked.  "It sounds shocking." Baptista warned with caution. "Tell me anyway." insisted Giovanni. Baptista watched him as she told the story, Giovanni wasn't paying attention to her gaze. He listen to her speak, "His mother, Heloise, she lived an unhappy life with her new man, Judge Gerard Villfort. Villfort tried to keep her happy by giving her flowers but still, Heloise would be withdrawn from him and mourn for her beloved." "Poor thing." Giovanni said sadly. Baptista continued with a nod, "Yes, poor thing. But it was yet to come for her...The judge's assistant, Jacek Haydee to her and said that Gerard is devastation as he wants to hold a memorial tribute to her deceased husband, Donatello, tonight. And Heloise accepts....Then that night came, the party was as expected but Baptista is told to sit and drink some liquids which were spiked with some drugs in it. She was fretting of where Gerard might be. He was there all right, but the party turned out to be a joke." She saw Giovanni’s hand shaking but Baptista continued, "The poor woman was drugged and drained, Gerard appeared before Heloise and forced himself upon her. He ripped her clothes, tore at his own pants, and was insider her....The others didn't helped, they thought she was crazy so they all laughed at her. Poor thing, poor soul--" But then Giovanni lost it: "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Giovanni screamed, he stood up and was shaken all over. 

Baptista stared at him calmly. "Nobody had mercy on her, those bastards!" He whispered. "It is you! Vanya Barber!" Baptista gasped, softly. Vanya was trembling, "Where is Heloise, where is my mother?" He asked quietly. "She disappeared, nobody knows what happened to her...Since she was 'assaulted by force', she left and was never heard from again." Baptista replied. Giovanni wept silently, "Mother, sweet mother...And my sister Rena! Where is she?" Giovanni demanded. "Rena is fine, She's being locked in a tower by Judge Gerard." said Baptista."It's been years, things have change here since I've been gone...The tragedy of father, mother, and dearest sister..." said Giovanni. "You've changed a lot, Vanya." said Baptista. "NO!!! Not Vanya, he's not here at the moment--It's Giovanni, yes Giovanni Todos. And I will have my revenge." vowed Giovanni. One day during Luigi’s Miracle Elixir event; Giovanni and Baptista watches this with uninterested expressions; unlike the crazy crowd. "Is this for real?" Giovanni whispered to Baptista. "Hmm." Baptista said with a shrug. Then she wrinkled her nose in disgust, "Oh crap, what is that god-awful smell?" She asked. Giovanni turned to her, "What? Are we standing near an open trench?" "Who knows!" Baptista shrugged. As the boy was passing out the bottle; Giovanni d took it. "Let's see, what is this?" He mused. "What is it?" Baptista asked. Giovanni opened it and sniffed inside. He put the cap back on, "It smells like piss." He remarked. Baptista turned away, "Ew. I wouldn't touch it if I was you." She warned. Giovanni nodded, "This is piss all right, It's piss with ink." He noted. "Get Luigi's Miracle Elixir, Use a bottle of this stuff! Ladies seem to love it!" Baptista smirked, "Flies do too." She admitted loud enough for the crowd to hear. When the people had heard this; they revolted and Luigi was enraged by his humiliated defeat and nearly almost on the verge to stab him when Giovanni used his magic to kill him; making it look like an accident. The crowd went into a panic as Giovanni walked away with a sly smirk. Jacek saw this as she takes a particular interest in Giovanni. Jacek went to Judge Villfort and bowed before him to tell him about the great magician Giovanni! One day when Giovanni can see that the judge is coming up the stairs and tells Baptista to get out. He prepares himself before he heard a knock and goes to answer it. "Giovanni." said the judge. Giovanni bows before him out of respect, "Good to see you Judge Villfort." He greeted. Gerard held up his hand, "Call me Gerard, everyone does." He said. Giovanni nodded. “And pray tell do you want to talk about, sir? Sit down, please." Giovanni said politely. "You see, sir, a man infatuated with love. I like to talk about love." Gerard said. Giovanni nodded, "The closest I ever gave..." He murmured and starts whistling. “You’re in a merry mood today, Giovanni.” Gerard noted. "Why, it’s your delight, sir, catching fire from one man to the next." Giovanni said as he poured wine for his quest. Gerard nodded, "It is true, sir, love can still inspire. The blood to pound, the heart leap higher. What more can man require than love." He said. "More than love, such as women." Giovanni countered playfully. Gerard looked dreamily, "Ah, yes--women." He sighed. "Pretty women?" Giovanni asked slyly. Gerard smiled with delight. "Yes, pretty women." While pouring the red wine from the counter; He slipped something when Gerard wasn't looking. A drug that will make him drowsy. It's perfect for the kill. Giovanni brought the drinks over. "Now then, my friend....Now to this conversation." Giovanni said. He gave the drugged drink to Gerard and gave himself a non drugged drink. "Have patience, enjoy it. Revenge can’t be taken in haste..." He trailed off, thinking about what Gerard would look like all splattered in blood. But his reverie was snapped when someone got his attention back to reality. "Ahem! Make haste, or you’ll be commended, sir." warned Gerard. Giovanni realize what he was going to do. "Yes, My lord. By the way, who may it be said is your intended, sir?" He asked. Paolo was once again looking love-struck. "My ward. She is a beauty, really. Pretty as a rosebud.” He mumbled. Giovanni smirked, “Hmph, Pretty as her mother?” He whispered. Paolo looked up and asked. “What? What was that?” Giovanni “Nothing, sir. Nothing. Let us proceed." During the drinks; Gerard felt drowsy, the drug was working. He was dozing off as Giovanni was about to use his magic powers but stopped when Alard interrupted with good news that seem to kill the moment! 

"Mr. Todos, they young lady has agreed to come away with me tonight--Judge Villfort!?" He cried. Gerard was wide awake, "You! I should've known! Rena deceived me, how could she? It's all because of you! Of all people, you have to show your face around here!" Geard shouted, Alard looked terrified and then Gerard turned back to Giovanni and said, "Oh, Giovanni? This was a waste of time! You and your pretty women should go to HELL!!!!" And he left. Giovanni felt so angry as he was ready to explode. "Alard, please get out." Giovanni said calmly. "But Mr. Todos--I--" Alard started to explain. "OUT! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!!" Giovanni shouted, Alard was so scared that he fled and went down the stairs. A few moments later; Baptista appeared. "What in the name of Isis--What is going on?" She demanded. "I had him! Almost did! His throat was there beneath my hand!" Giovanni cried. "Calm down, Giovanni." Baptista said soothingly. "NO! I had him!!!! He was right there and he'll never return again!" Giovanni cried. "Easy, take it easy. Shh, I always keep telling you these things take time and not to..." Baptista starts to sing song calmly. Giovanni turned to Baptista and pointed at her, "You!" He exclaimed. "...rush." Baptista muttered. "You! You told me to wait! And he'll never come back!" Giovanni cried. He noticed how scared they look and came to his senses, he turns to the window and slowly paced. "There's a hole in the world like a great black abyss. It's filled with people who are filled with filth, And the vermin of the world inhabit it......But not for long. You see, They all deserve to die. I'll tell you why, Baptista. Because in all of the whole human race, there are two kinds of men and only two: There's the one staying put in his proper position while the one with his foot in the other one's face. Look at me, look at you! No, we all deserve to die! Even you, Lady Baptista, Even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief, for the rest of us death will be a relief! We all deserve to die......" He cried. Then his smile faded. "And I'll never see Rena, no I'll never, hug my sweetest sister again! I'll be finished!" He said sadly. Then, hallucinated and babbled, "Hey, hey, you sir! Come and visit your good friend, Giovanni! You sir, WELCOME TO THE GRAVE!!!!!!!!......I will have vengeance, salvation! Not one, not ten, nor a hundred will assuage me! I'll take out his frigging empire if I have to!" Giovanni ranted. Then he stopped and he said sadly, "And my dear mother, must be lying in ashes...And I'll never! See my sweet sister again! But the work waits! I'm alive at last and I'm full of bliss! BLISS AND HEAVEN!!!!"

After Gerard learned that Rena was trying to flee; he attempt to court her but she rebukes him and she was sent away but Alard managed to see all of what the judge did and found Rena's whereabouts, rescuing her and hiding her away. Baptista calls Giovanni in the afternoon, stating that the date is set and Gerard will be coming at around the evening. Manfred decides to prepare himself by luring more into his shop and killing them one by one. As the sky got dark; he dumped the bodies into the furnace! Alard and Rena, who was in disguised, as they barged into the upstairs part. "Giovanni! He's not here?" Alard said, finding that it's empty. He turned to Rena and said. "Wait for him here. I'll return after I call a cab in less than half an hour." He instructed Rena. Rena seemed nervous. "Don't worry, no one will recognize you. You're safe now." "So we're safe?" asked Rena. "Yes." The man replied. "We run away and then all our dreams come true?" Rena inquired. Alard thought about it. "I hope so." He admitted. "I've never had dreams. Only nightmares." Rena confessed. Alard again told her to stay and left. As Rena waited; she heard someone coming so she hides in the closet. "White his shroud as the mountain snow...Larded with sweet flowers; Which be wept to the grave did go, With true-love showers...." Giovanni enters to see a crazy looking woman, "Who are you? What are you doing in here!?" Giovanni demanded. "Evil this is, sir. The stink of evil--from below--from her! She's the devil's wife! Beware her, sir. She with no pity in her heart. Hey-- don't I know you, mister?" The woman ranted. "Giovanni?" Gerard called out. Scared of fear; Giovanni kills the woman and takes her body down. Gerard appears before Giovanni. "Where is she?" He asked. "Below, your honor. With my neighbor. She has seen the error of her ways." Giovanni remarked. Gerard's face lights up to this, "She has?" He asked. "Oh yes, your lesson was well learned. She is longing for forgiveness." Giovanni answered. "Then she can have it. She'll be here soon?" Gerard instructed. Giovanni nodded. "Yes." He replied. "Excellent, my friend. How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!" Gerard said with delight. "With fellow tastes-- in women, at least." replied Giovanni. "What's that?" asked Gerard. "The years no doubt have changed me, sir. But then, I suppose, not for what happened to my father. Or mother or sister. That's not particularly memorable." Giovanni said, removing his disguise. Gerard was frozen with fear as Giovanni sneered down on him. "No...Vanya Barber!" He gasped. "VANYA BARBER!!!!!!!" Giovanni screamed and begin to stab him. Blood convulsed out of him, it went flying! When it was over; Giovanni was lamenting: "Rest now, my friend. Rest now - forever. Sleep now the untroubled, Sleep of the angels..” In the room Baptista came to see there is a body there and saw it was a woman as she quickly decides to burn this. But Giovanni comes in, startling her by being covered in blood splats. He decides to take care of the body but stops to see the woman and drops her to the floor! He was terrified. It was none other than his own mother, Heloise!

"'Don't I know you?' she said, you knew she lived." Gioivanni said. Baptista looked guilty. "I was only thinking of you!" She claimed. Giovanni glared up at her, "You lied to me." He said. Malice oozed in his voice. Baptista begin to rant her lies, "No, no, not lied at all! No, I never lied! I said she took the poison-- I never said that she died--Poor thing! She lived but it left her weak in her mind--All she did for months was just lie there in bed--Should've been in a hospital! I'd be in love with you! Could that thing have cared for you like me?!" Giovanni turned to the witch, "Madame Baptista! You're an eminently practical wonder, always appropriate! Eminently practical and yet there's little point in dwelling on the past. Now come here, my love. Not a thing to fear, my love. What's dead, is dead." Baptista looked gracious. "Do you mean it? After everything I did? I mean, I swear I thought was only for the best! I--believe me! Can we still be together?" She asked. Giovanni seized her and they waltzed "It's in the history of the world, my pet." He said. "Oh, Manfred...Leave it to me..." Vivian moaned. He threw Baptista into the furnace as she shrieks, "AARRGHHHH!! AARRGHHHHHHH!! AARRGHHHHHHHHH!!" After shutting the door while watching her burn into nothing but ashes; Giovanni went and came down on his knees as he cradle his dead mother on his lap and begin to sob bitterly, "Mother, I've come home again...Mother....Oh, my God, What have I done?! Mother, you will be always a beautiful mother, so virtuous, and I'll be the foolish son." But then Luigi’s former assistant name Benedetto entered with baggy eyes, messy hair turned white a bit and pale while shaken with rage. Giovanni looked up, "Benedetto!" He gasped. Benedetto held up a pistol and charge at him. "BENEDETTO!" Giovanni cried. "GIOVANNI!" screamed Benedetto. There was a fatal gunshot!

[mediocreronpas]

Gonta Gokuhara, Ryoma Hoshi, Kirumi Tojo, and Kaede Akamatsu with an S/O yelling and making death threats, and it turns out that their just sucking at a video game.

Okay yes but, ME.

- Mod Teruteru

Gonta Gokuhara

- Gonta had come home from a nice trip looking for new bug types

- Unfortunately for Gonta, he had come back home to nightmares.

- “S/O! Gonta is back from-”

- “DON’T COME AT ME WITH YOUR STUPID DAMN SCYTHE LIKE THAT!!”

- S-scythe? What were you talking about?

- “S-S/O?”

- “AGH! I PARRIED YOU SON OF A BI*CH. JUST LET ME KILL YOU ALREADY!”

- Parry? W-wait, kill?!

- “RRAGH! FFFFUUUUU***KK YOU. MMMAhaaaa! YOU GASCOIGNE KNOCK OFF.”

- Gonta has to interrupt this, he needs to know what’s going on right now!

- Gonta ran into living room, with a mission and honestly, a small amount of fear inside of him.

- When he found you, you were laser focused on the TV.

- Your teeth were gritted, and you had a murderous intent in your eyes.

- “Like I’m gonna let some-”

- You started mashing the buttons on your controller as hard as you could, almost like your life depended on it.

- “BLADE WIELDING MOTHER FU*KER KILL ME LIKE SOME KIND OF IDIOT THAT I WOULD CLEARLY NOT LIKE TO BE MADE INTO BY A LOSER LIKE-”

- You lifted the controller over your head, your hands shaking like you want to snap it in half with the muscles in your hands alone.

- Then you fell over in defeat, letting an exasperated groan leave your lips.

- “S/O?!”

- You looked up at Gonta with true sadness on your face.

- “Heeelllpp me Gonta. I need help…”

- Gonta spent the rest of the day just worrying about you and getting you whatever you needed.

Ryoma Hoshi

- “GODDA*M IT.”

- …

- What.

- What the hell?

- What are you doing right now?

- “STEP OFF YOu, no! No! I’m not- you’re not gonna- FUUUUU-”

- Maybe he should check on you?

- “You think you’re funny? You think you’re great, cause personally I think that you’re- a verymeanpersonandIdon’twantto-FFAAAAAUGH!”

- Oooookay, maybe not.

- He’ll just let you cool off for a bit.

- …

- “I’m gonna murder you…”

- ?!

- “I’m gonna find your address, go to your house, and pour weed killer down your godda*m gullet…”

- Okay maybe now is a good time to check on you.

- Slowly approaching the door to your room, he turned the door knob and gently pushed it open.

- And there you were, stuffing a pillow onto your face.

- “...S/O? Are, you okay?”

- You were unwilling to move, so you spoke through your pillow.

- “Mmmph…”

- “Sorry, what was that?”

- You lifted your head slowly in a display of sadness.

- “...nooooooooo…”

-  Hoshi looks at your TV screen where your Xbox lays nearby.

- It has a fairly menacing flower on the screen who looked to be...I don't know, screaming?

- “Extreme pollination and total domination!”

- Is this what you were screaming about?

- “Hoshi?”

- “Yes S/O?”

- “This gaaaame Hoshi…”

- “Uh…?”

- “I need a break from this fu*kin game.”

- You got off your bed and got down to Hoshi’s level, hugging him out of exasperation and sadness.

- “Want me to, make you coffee or hot chocolate or something?”

- You nodded. “Mmhmm.”

- All that yelling was because of some game?

- Maybe he should try it sometime.

Kirumi Tojo

- Kirumi was preparing a nice lunch for you while you were waiting in your room.

- Before she had finished, she heard something very strange, to say the least.

- “FU*KIN- YOUR DAMN EYES KEEP GETTING IN THE WAY.”

- Eyes? What did you say you were doing again?

- “I JUST- I got it I got it, you just don't have to, yeah, YEAH!”

- Well, at least it sounds like your having a good time.

- “Now I just need to, no NO. YOU BETTER STOP I’M NOT GONNA- You don't need to do that cause- noooOOOOOoooo…”

- Maybe it's a good time to check on you.

- So Kirumi finished setting up her cart of food and headed down the hallway.

- Before opening the door, she heard the following:

- “No more items, NO MORE ITEMS. Ahh! No! Why can't I murder you?? Volleyball king and all his fu*kin slaves was a cakewalk, why is your flying painting face so different!?!”

- F…

- Flying painting face?

- Is that supposed to be an insult?

- When she opened the door, she saw you fu*king steaming at your TV.

- On the screen itself was a boy in a black costume fighting a boss monster that was split into four parts.

- Two for the eyes, one for the nose, and one for the mouth.

- Ooohh, painting face. She gets it.

- She pushes the cart closer to your bed, hoping to get your attention away from the game.

- Your attitude changed slightly at the sight of food.

- You smiled tiredly, picking up a teacup and pouring yourself a cup of green tea.

- Kirumi sat on the edge of the bed, giving you a worried look.

- “Are you all right S/O.”

- You laughed quietly and scratched the back of your neck. “Nah, it’s just this boss level. There are multiple parts and they can all heal each other except for the mouth. By the time I can knock out at least two, one of them revives the other and so on…”

- Kirumi picked up the controller and looked at you.

- “Do you mind if I try my hand at it?”

- You smiled sheepishly and nodded.

- “Be my guest.”

Kaede Akamatsu

- She was in the middle of practicing a new piece for a close friends concert.

- That’s when she heard a rather peculiar sound coming from your room.

- “DON’T YOU COME OVER HERE WITH YOUR DAMN SNAKEY A*S SLITHERIN’ POWERS!!”

- Okay, she’s heard a lot of things, but ‘Snakey A*s Slitherin’ Powers’ is a first for her.

- What did you say you were doing again?

- Maybe she should try checking in on you.

- On her way to your room, she heard a bit more strange yelling.

- “Yeah, yeah! Cutting your strings like a fu*kin puppet cuz that’s what you- AAHHH!”

- “Why do you need to do this? Why me? Why now? Why dID YOU HAVE TO ATTACK WHILE I WAS HERE?! AAAAAHHEEEEHhhhhh…”

- When Kaede reached your room, the screaming had been silenced.

- That doesn't seem good.

- She opened the door and saw you laying down on your bed.

- But she could have sworn that you were just yelling?

- “Hey, was that you S/O?”

- “What…?”

- “...You know, the whole ‘why did you have to attack while I was here?’ and…’snakey a*s slithering powers?’”

- You blushed and looked down at your wii u controller.

- “It was...shadow Ganon…”

- Kaede gave you a confused look, and you blushed even more.

- “It’s this video game boss that doesn't have a specific pattern and changes into three different forms. Probably the toughest boss of the game.”

- Kaede laughed nervously.

- “While I don’t get it, why don’t we take a break together and go to a cafe together? Then you can try again after you’ve calmed down.”

- “Yeah, that sounds great.”

[asrisartarena]

“Marv, so help me, you better keep that door shut tight.”

“Have a little faith, Anti. It’s sealed shut with a spell. There’s no way Robbie can get through it.”

But Robbie sure as hell wasn’t gonna let a mere magic spell stop him from trying to escape. Marvin and Anti had only just now managed to wrangle the zombie into their large yet slightly elegant bathroom. Robbie was due for a bath, and the zombie was currently clawing desperately at the door, while emitting the most unhappiest of noises. His small, black but sharp tinted nails raked down against the door, leaving behind consistent claw marks.

“Robbie, c'mon buddy, you’re gonna ruin your nails if you keep this up,” Marvin chided as he tried to pull Robbie away from the door. But the zombie refused, bellowing out loudly in a guttural manner as he clung to the door like his life depended on it. Marvin sighed, looking over his shoulder and hoping that Anti would have the bath ready soon. The large, porcelain white tub was nearly full.

“Hey, do you think you could throw some bubble bath soap into there? Last time we used it, it seemed to help calm him down,” the magician suggested.

“Good thinking,” Anti replied, fishing out a bottle of Disney Princess bubble bath soap.

Marvin figured it was probably time to get Robbie undressed. Summoning up what strength he could, the magician hooked his arms to wrap around Robbie’s waist and carefully pulled the zombie away from the door. Robbie’s nails dragged loudly against the wood as he was carted off. “C'mon Robbie, let’s get you out of those clothes, okay?” Marvin suggested. But Robbie wasn’t having it. In his fit of stubbornness, he heavily plopped his butt down onto the tiled floor and refused to move. Marvin gave a loud, heavy sigh. “Robbie, seriously?” But regardless, he got to work, having the zombie raise his arms so he could tug off the oversized, black striped sweater. It took a bit of struggling to get Robbie out of his charcoal sweatpants, but once the last article of clothing was removed, Marvin counted it a small victory.

Now came the real challenge. Actually getting Robbie into the tub. The zombie was still firmly planted on the ground, not wanting to be moved, and no matter how many times Marvin took hold of Robbie’s hands and encouraged him to stand up, he refused.

“Anti, can you give me a hand, please?” Marvin asked, looking almost at his wits end.

Anti came up behind his brother, and effortlessly scooped the zombie up into his arms, thus startling Robbie instantly. From there, it was nothing but pathetic crying and unhappy growling as Anti carted Robbie on over to the bath.

“Ati, NO! No baaaath!” the zombie rebelled.

“Hey hey, easy now. You’ve gotta get clean, Robbie, and this is the only way to do it. Trust me, we’ll be done before you know it,” Anti did his best to reassure his little brother.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Robbie clung even tighter to Anti; gripping the demon with fierce intensity like a cat being taken to the vet, not wanting to be placed in that tub. Anti sighed in frustration, gently taking hold of Robbie’s scruff and carefully unlatching his claws from his shirt as he slowly lowered Robbie into the water. Almost immediately, Robbie tried to bolt. Marvin was quick to step in and grab him, keeping him in the tub.

“Robbie, please don’t make this more difficult than it already is. You heard your brother, this won’t take long. We promise.”

The zombie wailed loudly, followed by deeply upset groaning as big, wet tears rolled down his cheeks. Anti rolled his eyes and grabbed Robbie’s special shampoo bottle.

“Hey Robbie, look! Bubbles!” Marvin suddenly piped up, hoping to distract the zombie. “You love bubbles, don’t you?” The magician scooped up a handful of sudsy bubbles and spread them across Robbie’s jaw and cheeks. “Look at that, now you’ve got a bubble beard!”

The soapy bubbles tickled Robbie’s nose, causing the zombie to giggle a bit. He reached a hand up, wiping them off of his face. He suddenly became aware that his big brother’s fingers were carding through his hair, working the shampoo into a gentle lather. The feeling of Anti’s nails softly raking against his scalp caused the zombie to slump a little. A world of tension and stress seemed to lift off his shoulders. Marvin chuckled.

“What a difference from earlier, huh?”

“He seems to always forget this part of the bath,” Anti noted, sudsing up Robbie’s hair.

“Well, best to enjoy the fact that the chaos has been put on hold,” Marvin replied, reaching for a sponge. With Robbie being distracted by the lovely head massage, Marvin worked on getting the rest of the zombie’s body clean.

((Sorry if the ending is rather abrupt.  This is all I could jot down))

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@kalehdo THIS IS SO FUCKING PRECIOUS I’M YELLING I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS TO ME AAAAAAAAAA.

[tsukkikoi]

Not tagged but I saw @rayvenoir do this a long time ago and I’m procrastinating on my research so here we go!

1) Are you named after someone?

Yes! After my mom and grandma!

2) When was the last time you cried?

Today actually! 

3) Do you like your handwriting?

I should have studied to be a doctor with my handwriting xD Its super messy so no. 

4) What is your favorite lunch meat?

Turkey!

5) Do you have kids?

Oh noooooooooooo! Not today and probably not ever! Unless you consider my cats and dog kids then yes!

6) If you were a different person would you be friends with yourself?

Haha probably not! I’m too boring.

7) Do you use sarcasm?

All the time!

8) Do you still have tonsils?

Yes!

9) Would you bungee jump?

Borderline yes

10) What is your favorite kind of cereal?

I don’t eat cereal anymore :o But I used to love mini wheats 

11) Do you untie your shoes before you take them off?

Nope! 

12) Do you think you’re a strong person?

Physically somewhat. Emotionally nope! I cry over any little thing 

13) What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

I’m basic, I always go for vanilla

14) What is the first thing you notice about people?

Their hair! Idk why my eyes always goes towards the hair

15) Red or pink?

Red! 

16) What is the least physical thing you like about yourself?

My nose ;w;

17) What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Black and white pants and my bunny slippers 

18) What is the last thing you ate?

Chicken salad 

19) What are you listening to right now?

Bibimpab by TokiMonsta

20) If you were a crayon what color would you be?

Red!

21) Favorite smell?

Freshly baked goods

22) Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?

My mom. I don’t talk with anyone else on the phone now that I think about it. 

23) Favorite sport to watch?

I don’t like sports unless its a sports anime >w<

24) Hair color?

Brown Black

25) Eye color?

Brown

26) Do you wear contacts.

No. I wear glasses

27) Favorite food to eat?

Korean bbq! I could eat it all the time

28) Scary movie or comedy?

Comedy 

29) Last movie you saw?

Smile of Mona Lisa

30) What color shirt are you wearing?

Black and white 

31) Summer or winter?

Definitely summer

32) Hugs or kisses?

Hugs!

33) What book are you currently reading?

Modern Love by Aziz Ansari 

34) Who do you miss right now?

My cat

35) What is on your mouse pad?

I don’t have one

36) What is the last tv program you watched?

How to get away with Murder 

37) What is the best sound?

Thunder and Rain 

38) Rolling Stones or Beatles?

Beatles!

39) What’s the furthest you’ve traveled?

England! (apparently its almost the same distance to Japan but England won by 5miles)

40) Do you have a special talent?

Not really 

41) Where were you born?

California 

I tag @harlequinade-13 and whoever else wants to do it 

[khemi]

Here’s The Catch

@ghostecutioner asked:  you know what i want khemi. you know what to give me

As my Yours Sincerely update is still in developmental hell, I will appease you with some other Dirkjohn content and hope it pleases you. John’s POV, no actual Dirk but a lot of talking about him, and a lot of Crockerbert bonding!

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Here’s how this goes.

It’s 4:13am.

Dirk Strider just proposed to you over snap chat and didn’t even give you the full ten seconds to process it.

Jane is beating down your door because you told her you were up for early morning hijinks to welcome in your joint birthday but then got derailed by some asshole proposing to you.

It’s dawning on you that you got distracted half way through dressing so are wearing a backwards shirt and half a pair of pants in this moment of deep internal crisis.

Here’s the catch.

Jane’s phone is the phone in your hand, because your hijinks were going to involve fucking with her contact list and sending Roxy some snap chats of dogs with tag lines about them being the superior pet.

You just got to see Dirk warming up to propose to you.

Dirk’s going to propose to you.

What the ever loving actual fuck do you do with this information???

You start by chucking the phone the other side of the room, then sitting down and staring at the forlorn empty half of your pants, a perfect reflection of the current do you ever feel like a plastic bag aesthetic of your soul. Jane’s knocking has ceased, which is a bad sign given it probably heralds an escalation in hostilities, so for the moment you’re alone with your pals Sir Emotional Repression and Mister Denial.

Dirk still has plenty of time to change his mind. He’s all about ridiculous, over the top shit sure! But this is too much. Right? Probably. Possibly. Fuck it’s not, is it, he could really do this, and then you’d have to think about a real answer, and think about how you feel about him, and the only thing feelings have ever brought you is a headache, misery, and a weird breakdown involving a lot of impassioned ironing and also Nic Cage was there?

This is not how your birthday was meant to go.

“John!” Jane hisses it through the door, and you can tell from her tone that she is now wearing her Serious Business Moustache, which means your shit is fucked worse than your love life. “I have a blowtorch, and you have three seconds to open this door. Do you hear me, John? It’s happening, the time is now, I am coming in one way or another, buster! Three. Two!”

You lurch off the bed and scramble the lock open just as you hear the puff and hiss of the blow torch coming to life, and Jane smiles at you in satisfaction before her gaze drops and her mouth pulls into an off-balance slant.

“John,” she whispers, “that isn’t how you pants.”

Right. Step one is to absolutely make sure she doesn’t find out you looked at her phone and saw Dirk’s snap chat.

“Dirk’s going to propose to me?”

You have failed step one.

Her face rapidly cycles through confusion, surprise, realisation, murder, weighing up the efforts of hiding your body, attempted murder instead, and then eventually just the kind of narrow eyed silent anger that would have you shitting your pants if you’d managed to get enough of them on to shit in.

“Did you look through my messages?” She jabs the blow torch at you, and you dodge the flame with a stifled yelp, swatting at it to try and signal maybe she could turn it the fuck off. “You did! You swine. How many did you look at? Did you say anything? John Egbert, I swear to high heavens-”

“I didn’t say anything! It was one snap chat.”

“Snapchat,” she repeats, flatly.

“Yeah, a snap chat.”

“Snapchat.”

“Snap chat.”

“John I can hear that space, it’s like nails on a chalkboard.”

“Chalk board.”

The blow torch is thrust towards your face and you stagger hastily out of range.

“Alright! Alright. Jeez. But- it really was just that message, okay? And I figured he’d send you something embarrassing, and I was right! It was just also the worst.”

“The worst.” Jane repeats it with the exact same whine, frowning at you. “John, how long has Dirk been your boyfriend?”

“...A few years? Uh.” You count in your head, eyes scanning upwards with each number. “Six years.”

“And how long have you lived together?”

“...Four years.” You frown. “That doesn’t mean we’re instantly marriage central, Jane! Marriage is this whole big... thing. It’s a thing! And maybe I like our relationship without any things thinging it up.”

“So what are you going to do? Dirk fully intends to ask and if you’re going to say no I want you to think carefully about how you do it so you don’t hurt him any more than you have to.”

Ugh.

“I didn’t say I’m going to say no.”

“It certainly sounded like that’s what you said.”

“No, I just... I just don’t know how I feel, okay? And I was really hoping to not have to think about it, like, ever.”

“Ah yes.” Jane rolls her eyes so hard it’s audible. “The patented John Egbert method of shoving everything in a bottle until it’s time to make it a Molotov cocktail.”

“Cock-”

“Don’t test me.”

You do not test her, mounting a full retreat to the bed instead so you can finally get your damn pants on right. This is a serious situation! It calls for at least two legs panted. Maybe more! “Jane what if Dirk’s like... say yes or we’re through! I can’t deal with that stuff.”

“Are you kidding? He already has thirty backup plans involving how to make you think it was a joke if you say no. I managed to make him scale back the plan with the horse, but I’m still pretty sure that’s what he’s going for.” She starts scouring your person for her phone, and you gesture across the room, gaining a harumph one she realises you threw it. “If you see Dave around, my only suggestion is to start running, they have a whole script planned and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone who wasn’t studying the mating rituals of the orange-plumed tragic rapper.”

“So if I say no he’ll just back out and we can totally forget about it?”

“John,” she turns on you, gesturing accusingly with the thankfully extinguished blow torch. “Don’t you dare.”

“But things are fine the way they are! If saying no keeps it all the same, then-”

“Is that really going to be your only reason? John if you say no now he’ll never ask again, so make sure you mean it.”

Well that’s an easy answer! You want things to stay how they are, and they’ll stay that way if you turn him down, and then you never have to be married ever and that’ll be fine because it’s not like you even want to marry Dirk or anything and it’s not like your gut is twisting in a really weird way when you think about him never asking again and about never having a wedding or anything and about...

Oh no.

“Oh no.”

Jane is smiling at you. “There it is.”

“Oh no.”

“Hm?” She slides her phone into her pocket. “Whatever is the matter, John?”

“Ooooh noooo...” You cover your face and slouch backwards across the bed, groaning as you let your body go limp there in protest. “Jane what if I do want to marry Dirk?”

“Then... you say yes.”

“Ooooooooooh noooooooooooo!”

“John.” The bed dips as she sits beside you, and you’re expecting comfort right until she smothers you with a pillow and leaves you flailing to get free. You use the same offending cushion to bap her shoulder, and she snorts, flicking your head. “John! Calm down.”

“Jane what if I want to marry Dirk? What if I want some stupid wedding where Dave raps a best man speech and we cut a cake that probably explodes because you baked it to fuck with me? What do I do?”

“That sounds ghastly. How terrible. I can’t imagine your suffering at the thought of a life of matrimony with the person you’re in love with.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Don’t say what?”

“The L-thing.”

“God I’d make a lesbian joke but it’d be a bit on the nose.” She folds her arms under her chest, puffing her cheeks up just the same. “Why can’t I say it?”

“Remember the bit where I put my emotions in a bottle and let them age until they disappear? I’m still doing that.”

“John.”

“Jane it has never failed me yet and if I don’t pop those bottles it never will. I am a rock solid well adjusted individual. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

“I don’t have to be a detective to see it’s a load of baloney. You’re acting like a child about this, you know that, right? You don’t have to say yes! You don’t. But your only reason being bluh bluh actual feelings is shit.”

“But- But. Bluh bluh actual feelings!”

“John even you aren’t this bad! Come on. I know you’re nervous! I know. But... you need to be an adult about this, alright? This is important.” Jane gets a hand on your shoulder and suddenly it’s serious, and your attempts to crawl under a rock have been thwarted by the iron grip of the house hold law. “It’s alright to not know what you’re going to say, or exactly how you feel, but one way or another Dirk is going to ask you and that’s not something you can make disappear without consequences, one way or another.”

You sit and stare into nothing, brain ticking over slowly. There’s a life where every thing stays the same, except for Dirk being crushed for a while. That’s fine! That’s good. That option is there.

The other option is... change, sure, and one that feels big even though it might not be? Which is yikes for a lot of reasons, but it’s not a totally bad yikes, it’s shivers down your back and tingles in the tips of your fingers, and a feeling like if you miss this chance it won’t fit into a bottle as well as you want it to.

It’s just a party and some words. It’s nothing you didn’t want anyway, is it?

Or is it?

“Ugh.” You press your face into Jane’s shoulder. “What do I do?”

“I can’t tell you that, John.”

“What would you do?”

“Ask what I was doing dating Dirk and climb out a window to find my girlfriend, probably?” She gently pats the back of your head. “John, this is on you, chum. You have to figure it out.”

“But it’s hard.”

“So is rigging an entire house to flood with shaving foam, but you managed that just fine.”

You laugh, small and muffled, and settle back into examining your mental scales. Okay. Pros and cons just get muddled with anxieties and stupid shit, and trying to imagine both paths results in exaggerating the possible outcomes until your choice some how destroys the whole universe. The only solid lesson you learn is that your brain sucks, so you push it aside and look down to more solid organs instead.

You regret that thought as soon as it turns up, wrinkling your face and backtracking north until you hit your chest, jeez.

And that’s it. You know. You know what you want, but you’re scared of it going wrong like so many other things have, scared of losing one of the things that makes each day worth facing.

“I want to marry Dirk.” It’s not a question, but it is groaned. “How do I do this?”

“Well, you could try waiting until he asks, then looking surprised and saying yes, Dirk! That might work.”

You shove her. “You’re an ass.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“You’re a bigger jerk!”

“Come over here and say that!”

Her arm’s around you and her knuckles are scrubbing at your hair before you can dodge, you hands patting and pushing at her arms and face. She’s like, twelve! She’s a brat and she sucks!

You’re laughing, and you hate it.

Jane turns the headlock into a hug with surprising each, pulling you close and rubbing your back fondly.

“I’m happy for you, or I will be once you actually go through with it.” Jane’s smile is audible in her voice. “You be good to him, John. You don’t want to know what Roxy and I will do to you if you screw up.”

“Think you could beat Dave to it? You didn’t see him the time I made Dirk think I’d thrown his tiny pony out by accident.”

“You’re a monster.” Jane pulls back, shaking her head at you. “I don’t know what he sees in you.”

“Me either! But... I guess it must be something pretty okay if he wants to officially get stuck with me forever.”

She pulls out her phone, and you glance over at it, pursing your lips in contemplation.

“You know, what if I proposed to him first?”

“John.”

“I could do it out of the blue! Really catch him off guard.”

“John...”

“I could use a snap chat and-”

“I heard that space!”

Jane grabs the pillow as you launch yourself for the other one, ready to strike up a defence. She’s laughing, you’re laughing, and any chance of stealth pranking has gone right out the window, but it’s fine.

It’s okay.

You have something big to look forward to later, and it’s going to be worth the wait.

[nocteverbascio]

that one coffee shop au - kara/iris (rated t)

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Iris West Summary: Kara Danvers needs to talk to Iris West, just because they were technically competitors doesn’t mean they can’t date A/N: LISTEN I just really wanted to write something cute and change things up like hella because i just finished DC bombshells and you know what? WHY NOT WRITE ALL THE DIFFERENT AUs bahahah tell me what you think i dont write coffee shop aus very often

ao3 link

“Don’t look now, but your crush is here,” Alex says as she slides Kara’s drink across the counter. There’s a shit eating grin on her face.

Kara blushes and snatches the drink off the counter. “Shut up,” she hisses as quietly as she can. She throws a quick glance over her shoulder. It isn’t very subtle because of course, Iris West, CCPN investigative reporter, just finished paying for her drink and catches Kara’s eyes. She shyly smiles before bringing her drink to her lips.

“Awww, look at you blushing,” Alex pokes playfully. “Are you going to ask her out yet?”

Kara’s eyes widen comically as she coughs on her drink. “Ask her out? I can’t just do that! That’s crazy!”

“You guys have been coming here at the same time everyday for the last two weeks,” Alex reminds as she whips her rag towards Kara. “Just because you like slow burn fanfiction, does not mean you need to live one.”

“Alex!” Kara shrieks. She throws a straw at Alex. “We are in public, you can’t just stay things like that out loud.”

Alex laughs wholeheartedly as she whips up another coffee order. “You’re so childish.” Kara opens her mouth to argue when Alex places the cup down in front of Kara and yells, “Iris West!”

Alex wiggles her eyebrows playfully at Kara, which leaves Kara exasperated and flustered. Because what is she going to do? Iris is going to come get her drink.

I should get out of here! Her mind screams.

Kara turns quickly to leave and promptly bumps into someone. That someone being Iris West, who is a couple inches shorter than her, but somehow more graceful than Kara, who is just about ready to stumble backwards onto her ass. There she was, teetering backwards with Iris West’s arm around her waist holding her up and clasping her hand just enough so that she doesn’t drop her coffee.

Kara’s sure that if she’d actually fallen over and Iris still caught her, that she’d be in a dip just about now.

Nope. They look like they’re dancing instead.

Kara’s eyes widen at the proximity. Her whole body warms and she hopes that Iris thinks it’s because of the coffee she just drank.

Don’t be weird, Kara. Don’t be weird.

“Kara? You okay?”

Her eyes are so beautiful. They’re so mesmerizing and shiny. Kara swallows at the way Iris’ lips move.

“Earth to Kara?”

She’s talking to me!

Kara stares intently. “Hi, Iris,” Kara squeaks out. She realizes how high pitched her voice is before, pulling herself together. “Sorry--” She clears her throat. “Sorry.” She straightens herself up. Not like it helps.

Iris shares a light laugh. “Thanks, Alex,” she says as she grabs her coffee.

Kara throws a glance back at Alex, who mouths angrily, TALK TO HER. Kara does an open mouth frown because she doesn’t know how to talk to beautiful woman.

“How’s the Guardian story coming?” Iris asks casually.

Kara sputters. “Wh-what Guardian story? Who is that? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she tries to lie.

Iris tilts her head knowingly and her jet black hair falls gently over her shoulder. “Are you really trying to lie to me?” she coyly asks.

Kara can’t help but blush because Iris says things like that to her. It’s like Iris knows her and everything that she’s thinking. “I mean, you know I can’t talk about work,” she tilts her glasses up. “Miss Grant would have my head if CCPN got the scoop on Guardian before us.”

Maybe if she plays the professional route, she can keep it together. Of course that doesn’t work because Iris places a gentle hand on Kara’s arm with a bright playful smile on her face.

“I’m just messing with you,” Iris giggles. “You don’t need to get all serious.”

“I’m sorry!” Kara blurts out quickly. “I’m not trying to be serious. I’m just--bleeeh. Being weird. I’m weird! Sorry about that!” She can feel her heart pounding inside of her.

Once again, Iris looks at her curiously. The glint in her eyes tells Kara that she knows exactly what she’s doing Kara.

Really Kara just wants the ground to swallow her whole because she wants to say something funny and witty to keep the conversation going. Her mind is running a complete blank as her mouth just flaps.

“Are you okay?” Iris asks carefully this time.

Kara pouts at Iris. Internally wishing to be put out of her misery. “Yeah, sorry,” she exhales. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “God, I’m sorry. This is getting awkward.”

“Just a bit,” Iris admits that brings a frown to Kara’s face. She quickly adds, “It’s okay though! It’s fine. I just don’t want you to think that I’m talking to you because I’m trying to steal your story or anything.”

Kara scrunches up her nose in confusion. ���What? Why would you think that? Of course not!” she protests. “You’re a great reporter. You’d never compromise your integrity for a story. That’s crazy, I know you wouldn’t do that. It’s just that you make me nervous.”

Kara pauses.

Oh no.

Noooooooooooo.

Maybe she didn’t hear me. Maybe I said something else. Kara say something!

“I make you nervous?” Iris asks with a smile on her face that’s very much proud of herself.

Kara scoffs like she hadn’t said anything. The smile on Iris’s face is relentless and it’s not like she can lie to Iris at all. “We-well, yeah….” she sheepishly starts and Iris is just waiting for her to finish. She looks away, feeling her cheeks warm. “Stop looking at me like that. You know what I mean.”

Iris nods in agreement. “Of course, I do.” She licks her lips as she looks up at Kara. “So does that mean I should go?” she offers.

Kara blanches. “What? No!” There’s a light laugh that Iris lets out before Kara realizes that she’s bluffing. Her heart pounds inside of her. “Aghh. You’re so--”

Iris raises her eyebrows and steps closer to Kara, looking up with a smirk on her lips. “Charming? Beautiful? Amazing?”

Kara shudders a laugh. “Y-y-yes,” her brain short circuits. She steps back just a bit because the proximity is affecting her focus. Then again, it’s not like she was functioning the minute she knew Iris was there. “Are you making fun of me?” She can’t help pouting.

“Not at all,” Iris says lowly. “I’m just seeing how long I can push your buttons until you do something.”

Kara blushes at the implications in Iris’s voice and scratches the back of her neck nervously. “What am I supposed to do exactly?”

“What do you think, Danvers? What do you want to do?” Iris dares her with the utmost confidence that sends her heart into overdrive.

Kara’s thinks about this a lot. She thinks about talking to Iris when they’re not in the field. She thinks about getting to know the woman behind the words that rivaled her own (Cat keeps threatening to hire Iris if she didn’t step her game up). She thinks about doing cute things like running her fingers through her hair, holding her hand, and kissing her.

Kara inhales like she’s about to dive into a pool.

Ring, ring, ring.

The spell between them dissipates and they’re both sheepishly smiling at each other as they pick up their phones. They glance at one another, listening to the voice on the other side.

“Duty calls,” Kara clears her throat. “I’ll see you there?” She moves to leave when she feels a hand on her wrist.

Iris holds onto her and tugs her closer. Suddenly, their lips are pressing and Kara can taste the mocha espresso on Iris’s lips before she pulls back. Kara’s eyes flutter shut only briefly as she kisses back.

“What was that for?” Kara asks in confusion as her heart races. “Not that I didn’t like that.”

“Just letting you know that this,” she gestures between them, “isn’t over. Not by a long shot.” Iris moves to leave as well before throwing a look over her shoulder. “Come on, last one to the scene buys dinner.”

Kara smiles brightly before following after. “I’m buying dinner.”

[erasedcitizen2]

Boyfriend: right now you're all mine

Boyfriend: i can do whatever i want with your body and you can't escape

Boyfriend: ...so obviously i'm going to tickle you and kiss your nose

Me: NOOOOOOoooooo

[ecotone99]

[HM] The Adventures of Claire, Nate, and Brett

The Adventures of Claire, Nate, and Brett

Note:

Regular text: the external narrator/storyteller

Italicized text not surrounded by quotation marks nor asterisks: Claire’s thoughts

“x”: lines said out loud by characters

(\x*)*: physical actions

Brett is a very physically attractive man and Claire is a very physically attractive woman. Nate is a guitar player for a small band. He is a scrawny, little boy with a small penis who somehow managed to be in a relationship with Claire, but Claire hates having sex with him. He doesn't satisfy her at all. She has to fake orgasms just to keep him happy. Worst of all, Nate is completely oblivious to the fact that he doesn't satisfy Claire. He thinks that he's God's gift to her for some reason. Nate is also absolutely and utterly obsessed with Claire. He worships her, always wants to be with her, etc. All Nate cares about is her, and she hates it. Claire is sick and tired of this clingy little creep who thinks he's sooooo good in bed. She wants to dump him in the most painful way possible. She eventually comes up with the perfect plan:

Claire is lying on her bed, naked. She picks up her phone and calls Nate:

Claire, in a seductive tone: “Hi, Nate. Why don’t you come over to my house tonight, big guy?”

Nate: “I would love to, but my concert has been rescheduled to tonight for some reason! This is the most important concert of my life! We will be performing in front of 10,000,000 people! We’re scheduled to perform in 20 minutes. I’ve spent every night for the past 2 years preparing for this moment!"

Claire: “If you come, I will give you that blowjob you’ve always wanted.”

10 seconds later...

(*Nate runs into Claire’s bedroom*)

Nate: (\panting*) “Claire, I just canceled the concert and ran here as fast I could! Blowjob!? Blowjob!?”*

(\Claire points at Nate*)*

Claire: “Hahahahahaha!”

Nate: “What’s so funny?”

Claire: “Nate, my darling, why don’t you have a seat on that chair over there. I have a surprise for you!”

Nate: “Ok! Sounds exciting.”

Nate sits on the chair next to Claire's bed. Claire gets up from her bed, gets leg cuffs from her cabinet, and cuffs Nate's legs to the chair legs, making it so he can’t get out of the chair.

Nate: “Uh, is this part of the act?”

Claire: “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Nate: “Oooh, kinky! This is going to be amazing.”

Claire: (\giggles*) “Yes. Yes it is.”*

Claire goes back to her bed and lies down on her back.

Claire: “Oh, Brett! You can come out now!”

Nate: “What!?”

Suddenly, Brett comes out of Claire’s closet, completely naked.

He is the hottest hunk of man I have ever seen in my life. His body is...perfect. He is 6’3”, has gorgeous blue eyes, dark, thick hair, a beautiful, chiseled jawline, the perfect, sharp nose, a beautiful smile, swagger that makes my heart melt, a strong, muscular body, strong legs, a breathtaking bubble butt that I just want to grab and pinch all night long, and enormous hands. And his dick nearly reaches his knees!

Even Nate has been staring at him for the past minute or so, seemingly oblivious to what is about to happen.

Brett: “You ready, Claire?”

Oh, my! I think I just got pregnant from hearing his voice! It’s so dark yet so soothing. How is it possible for a human being to be this perfect!?

Claire: (\giggles*) “I’ve been ready for a looong time.”*

Suddenly, Nate realizes what is about to happen and begins to cry.

Nate: “Claire!!! NOOOOOO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! WE WERE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER!!! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Brett and Claire begin to laugh hard.

Claire: “Too bad, soy boy.”

Nate: “I can’t watch this. This is too much.”

(\Nate tries to get up from chair but is unable to*)*

Claire: “You’re not going anywhere, cuck. You’re going to watch every second of this. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about how to actually please a woman.”

Nate: “No! No! No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”

Brett hops on to Claire’s bed and they begin to make out and cuddle, with Nate having a perfect view to see all the action.

Nate cries harder than a human being has ever cried before. Tears that could fill several buckets flow out of his eyes and all over his body. At the same time, he also has a raging erection from seeing all of this. He’s getting turned on by seeing his little girl with a real man.

This is a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to see him cry and suffer while he sees me fuck another man.

Brett rams his enormous cock in Claire’s vagina and she begins to moan. Moan harder than she ever has in her life. She places her arms all over Brett's butt, squeezing, slapping, and pinching it. Brett kisses Claire all over her body. He places his arms all her my breasts and then down to her butt.

Suddenly, Nate unzips his pants, whips out his penis, and begins masturbating. He strokes his penis with great vigor.

Claire (so loudly that everyone within a 5-mile radius can hear it): “Brett! Brett! Brett! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Nate: (\cries, strokes dick*) “You...you...never moaned that hard when you had sex with me!”*

Claire: “No…(\moans*)...shit…(*moans*)...Sherlock...I…(*moans*)....faked all....those…(*moans*)...orgasms.(*moans*)..you..(*moans*).oblivious….(*moans*)..(*moans*)..moron”*

Claire: “Harder, Brett! Harder!”

Brett begins to thrust harder and harder.

Claire: (\moans*) (*moans*) (*moans*)*

Suddenly, Brett cums inside of Claire.

Claire: “That was the greatest 10 minutes of my life.”

A few seconds later, Nate cums out all over his pants. Nate has stopped crying, but he is still sobbing. He is absolutely heartbroken and devastated by what he just saw.

Claire gets up, goes to the cabinet to get the keys and then to Nate to unlock his cuffs. A few seconds later, Claire hops back on to her bed. Brett and Claire cover themselves with her blanket and they begin to cuddle. They cuddle for minutes while Nate just stands there looking absolutely crushed, waiting for Claire to say something.

Claire (in a seductive manner): “Oh, Nate.”

Nate (with a look of hope in his eyes): “Yeah!?”

Claire: “Fuck off!”

Nate begins to cry again

Nate: “Claire! We were meant to be together forever! No!!!!!”

Claire: “It’s over. Please leave, you pathetic, worthless, sack of shit. I never want to see you again.”

Nate: “Please!!! I LOVE YOU!!!”

Claire: “I HATE YOU!!!”

Nate hops on the bed and tries to kiss Claire. Claire responds by kicking him in the balls as hard as possible, knocking him off the bed.

Nate: “OWWWWWWW!!!!”

Claire: “Stop being so melodramatic. Girls don’t feel that much pain when you kick them between their legs.”

Nate: “Please! Give me one more chance!”

Claire: “IF YOU DON’T LEAVE, I AM GOING TO CALL THE COPS YOU CREEP!!!”

Nate pleads for a second chance for several minutes before giving up. He cries like a baby and heads towards the door.

Brett and Claire give each other a fistbump as Nate runs out of the room and cries.

Claire: “How about Round Two?” (\winks*)*

Brett: “Don’t mind if I do!”

Claire and Brett begin engaging in intense sexual activity again.

Meanwhile, as Nate leaves Claire's house, he comes up with the perfect plan. There is a tree in Claire's backyard that has a branch that extends to the window of Claire's bedroom. Nate sneaks into her backyard, climbs up the tree, and slides down the branch until he is able to get a perfect view of Claire and Brett's love-making.

Nate: “Oh, yeah!”

As Claire and Brett have sex, Claire looks at the window and sees Nate sitting on the tree branch, looking at the two have sex and aggressively masturbating. Claire becomes furious.

Claire: “Brett! Pull out!”

Brett pulls out and Claire walks towards the window, filled with rage. Nate looks at what’s happening confused as ever. Claire opens the window and Nate realizes that Claire had caught him. He tries to escape, but Claire successfully reaches out the window, grabs his arm, and yanks him into her room.

As Claire aggressively slaps Nate's face and Nate cries, she says: “You creep! Get out! Get out!”

Nate: “I’m so sorry! I just can’t help but watch my beautiful girl enjoy herself with that hunk of man over there. It makes me feel so happy and excited.”

Claire: “I am not your girl you creepy sicko!”

She kicks him in the balls once more and he falls to the ground. She kicks his body while he screams in pain.

Claire: “You bastard! You pathetic little wanker! I am going to call the police!”

Brett: “Claire, don’t be so mean. He didn’t mean any harm. He can watch if he wants to.”

Claire: “He spied on us without our permission! Stop apologizing for this piece of shit.”

Brett: “Claire! Be nice.”

Claire: “Ok, fine.”

Claire stops kicking Nate

Nate: “Please, let me stay! I really want to see you two fuck! It’s soooooo sexy!!!”

Claire: “No! You’ve already seen us do it once. Your free trial is over. There’s no such thing as free porn. Even ‘free’ porn sites make money through ads. I’m not going to let you beat your meat in front of us without making any money from it! If you want to see similar content for free, go to Pornhub.com”

Nate: “But I want to see you! You’re the only woman in the world I’m attracted to! You are everything to me!”

Claire: “Fine! I will let you watch us have sex once a week, $69 per session!”

Nate: “$69 per week!? My entire post-tax income is $70 a week!”

Claire: “Wait, let me finish. $69 per week plus strict regulations you must comply with.”

(\Claire takes out paper and begins writing contract*)*

Claire: “You must NEVER touch me nor even say a word to me during each session. Even if you utter the word “Hi” to me, you will have to pay a $250 fine. You must ALWAYS stay AT LEAST 5 feet away from my bed for the entire time. If you come closer than 5 feet, even by mistake, you will have to pay a $500 fine. You CANNOT record ANYTHING that happens here. If you do, you will have to pay a $1000 fine. Better hope you have a good memory. No phones allowed. Before you enter my bedroom door, Brett will search your pockets and bags (if applicable) and confiscate your phone if one is found. You will NEVER get your phone back once it’s confiscated. If you break any one of these rules more than once, I will call the police, tell them you raped me, use that pantyhose in my closet with your sperm on it to back my claims, contact every major news station to get them to cover my story and destroy your reputation, and do everything I can to get you to rot in prison for the rest of your pathetic life. And by the way, I will also do this if you don’t pay a fine within one week of the day it was incurred.”

Nate: “So let me get this straight. You want me to not only pay you 98.6% of my entire post-tax income, you also want me to comply with extremely strict rules that seem virtually impossible to not break, and if I break one of the rules just once, even by mistake, I will have to pay a fine that would be impossible for me to afford and within just 1 week of the date the fine was incurred, and if I fail to pay the fine within 1 week or break the rules more than once, my education, job prospects, reputation, financial situation, and life in general will be absolutely ruined forever, and all of this risk just to have the opportunity to watch you have sex with another man once a week without the ability to even record each love-making session.”

Claire: “That’s correct.”

Nate, without irony: “Yes, that sounds great! Thank you so much for this generous offer! I am eternally grateful for this.”

(\Nate signs contract*)*

Claire: “Our first session will start this Saturday at 6:00 PM. Your first $69 payment will be due the following Sunday. If you show up more than 10 minutes late, the entire session will be canceled but you will still have to pay the $69. NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Nate: “Thank you so much!!!!! You’re the best!”

(\Nate turns towards the door and heads out*)*

Claire: “Oh, Nate, I have one last thing to tell you.”

(\Nate eagerly turns around*)*

(\Claire spits on Nate's face*)*

Claire: “Now fuck off!”

Nate: “Yes! God answered my prayers! Claire's beautiful saliva is now on my face! I’m going to keep this on here forever!!! Thank you!!!”

Claire, not expecting a positive reaction from this creep, grabs Nate by his collar, drags him to her bathroom, and washes off the spit with soap and water.

Nate: “No! No! No! Please! Let me keep the spit! It’s the last time your fluids will ever contact me ever again! NOOOOOOO!”

Claire: “Haha soap and water go brr.”

After washing the spit off Nate's face, Claire drags Nate's body to the top of the stairs. She kicks Nate's body down the stairs in an extremely aggressive manner, leading to several bruises, a tooth falling off, and a large cut on his forehead.

Claire: “GET OUT AND STAY AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE BEFORE SATURDAY, YOU CREEP!!!”

Nate: “Ok. I will always love you forever!!!”

Claire: “I will always hate you forever!!!”

As Nate walks out the door, he says to himself: “That’s my girl.”

Claire: “I AM NOT YOUR GIRL!!!!!!!!!”

Fin

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[dahliacanread]

Dishonored Rogue Coven 4: Sea Sell

    A ship anchored in open ocean off the coast of Serkonas a few hours before dawn, the ship’s soul resident and only crew member rolls in distressed sleep. Her voice lets out small cries of distress and her skin covered in sweat. Her name is Jaqueline Tullius Frieya, the nightmare the currently grips her is one that she experiences frequently. A scenario she both lives out in her restless sleep but also an event of great sorrow that she endured decades ago as a young girl.

   At this point the minut details of the main actors fade into the background except for two players. The Vice Overseer Marsayus that once led the chapter of the Abbey of the Everyman that operated within the city of Dunwall her childhood home. The other, he older sister. Her straight blonde hair still as beautiful as she remembers it and with a haunting clarity, She also recalls and equally haunting event. The door to the small apartment that Jaqueline called gome with her sister in mother being violantly kicked open. Jaqueline screams in terror as tall huge Overseers come crashing into her home their swords drawn. Jaqueline’s sister Issabella shoots up from the old wooden chair she sat in at the kitchen table.

   Fearlessly running to Jaqueline, wrapping her arms around her tiny frame. Issabella screams for them to stay away from her sister. The only Overseer not wearing one of those garish terrofying masks young Jaqueline feared smacked Issabella so hard that blood arched from her lip and nose onto the hard wood floor and an involentary scream of pain before an equally painful sound of Issabella’s 16 year old body slamming against the floor. Jaqueline screams her sisters name as tears run down her face. “We shall not suffer the heretic lies that come from your filthy whore mouth you witch!” Gripped Issabella’s golden hair and nearly through her across the room. as he forced the adolescent out into the hallway. “JACKIE! GO TO YOUR ROOM DONT LEAVE UNTIL MUM COMES HOME-” Issabella desperately calls to her sister before savagedly being kicked in the head by the cruel boot of Vice Overseer Marsayus. “You’re lover sold you out! Gave us your witch diary and the rune you kept. You’re going to fucking burn you stupid witch bitch!” Marsayus nearly laughed as he screamed into the now crying teenager her nose now broken and blood everywhere.

   Jaqueline ran to her room, her tears nearly blidning her. She crawled out her bedroom window onto the iron fire escape, She followed the gang over so called enforcers of religious law. As the continue to hurt her sister. Her clothes in tatters, Jaqueline knew her sister wasn’t a witch, she wouldn’t even let Jaqueline keep a tiny whale bone charm that and old lady gave her. All it did was make her hair shine as if it had just been cleaned as long as she carried it. Isabella scolded her and told her that such superstitious things only got innocent people into trouble, her bestfriend had been getting involved in Occult things Issabella told her. Everything was fun and nice but soon the bonecharms that her friend had used began requiring more and more in return for their boon, and her friend couldn’t sleep without waking from horrible nightmares screaming. Issabella told her sister that she wasn’t trying to scare her but protect her from the wicked things that the Occult does to people and even worse. It gave the Overseers the right to lock you away forever.

   The overseers that worked around Their part of Dunwall were cruel. They stole from the shops, threatened violence and while this wasn’t known to Jaqueline at the time, they would Rape young women and if they tried to tell the City Watch they would do even more terrible things to her. They even murdered one of their victims mother with their fists when she tried to get help from the gaurd.

   Jaqueline watched in powerless terror as they stripped Issabella to her small clothes and tided her to a stake. Repeatedly asking her to confess she was a witch. Everytime she wouldn’t they would slap or hurt her. Until another girls voice cried out from the crowd that had formed, Jaqueline remembered this girl in the crowd was her sister’s friend who had bonecharms. “I lied I was a witch please! Don’t do this! Burn me but don’t hurt her!” Issabella’s friend cried out. “To bad we don’t care.” One of the overseers hissed before running his blade through her. The crowd screamed out in shock. Marsayus looked at Issabella with a smile. “Guilty by association.” he laughed slashing oil in her face and before Issabella could say a word her through a lit match into her face.

   “Noooooooooooo!” Jacqueline let out a harrowing screaming as she shot up in her soaked sheets. She gasped for air and shook as if she was freezing and sobbed loudly into her hands. The nightmares would have been a constant reminder how much she hated the Abbey of the Everyman. However Jacqueline didn’t need a reminder she never forgot her burning hatred for the Abbey. Jaqueline gave up trying to find strength in knowing why she was forced to relive the worst day of her entire life over and over again. This was her punishment, this was the price she would have to pay for the rest of her life she thought, for murdering another human being.

   This allowed her to regain her constitution enough to stop sobbing. If that was why she had the nightmares then so be it. Jaqueline would never wish she hadn’t taken someone’s life. She closed her eyes and recalled the night she murdered a man. The night she got revenge for her sister, for anyone that pig of a man had ever hurt. The weeks following her sister’s death Jaqueline’s Aunt Moved in too take care of her mother. Who after nearly killing herself from a deadly mix of laudanum and morphine was either inconsolably weeping, going into fits of screaming rage and the most common blankly lying there like a warn out doll. Her Aunt was there more so to make sure Jaqueline was taken care of then anything else. That and keeping her mother from either hurting herself or someone else.

   This kept her mother and aunt busy for long periods of time, and Jaqueline often was home no longer then the time she would sleep. She had been doing research. She had been looking for the place Vice Overseer Marsayus called home. Once the weeks had become months months had become years. Jaqueline now a teenager herself had stopped socializing with her peirs. No one could get her to say why most just assumed it was because of her sister’s death. Which was true, but in her head she won’t let herself enjoy life again until she got revenge for her sister. Around this time Jaqueline finally found him, he lived in a much nice apartment building then what her family could afford. She slipped in by fainting she had locked herself out. She hid behind the stairs that was close too the mailboxes.

She stoo in hiding for hours but it was nothing she had already had her sister killed before her and her heart torn from her chest. When he finally came out for his mail she silently ran up the stair’s and into his apartment. She tried to find a hiding spot in his living room but she could hear him walking up the stairs. She darted into his bed room and began to panic, she had been so focused on getting into his apartment how would she make him pay...The steel of the Overseer’s blade shined like a star in the blackness of the night’s sky.

   She grabbed the sword from the spot it filled ontop of a dresser. Marsayus has sat in his arm chair which sat with it’s back to the bedroom. She stood behind him for a moment her grip on the sword so tight it nearly cut into her skin. “I want to hear you scream you fucking pig!” Jaqueline shouted as she thrust the sword into the back of his chair. Repeating the same sentence over and over. By the time she stopped screaming and stabbing the chair, the entire sword was covered in blood and the chair, as well as the floor was covered in so much blood. She didn’t feel any different then she did before. She walked around the chair and blankly looked into the dead mans face contorted into a silent agonized scream. “You’re right...that will make it even.” Jaqueline said to no one. About 10 minutes passed and she walked out of the Vice Overseers apartment.

   Jaqueline never did see her remaining family again. After she killed the former Vice Overseer she walked into the night, she found a place to wash the blood off of her and headed towards the Dunwall Whaling District. Lying about her age she joined a Whaling ship and never returned to Dunwall after that. When the found Marsayus’s mutilated body they initially could find his head which had been sawed off rather crudely. They eventually found his charred head in the fire place. When Jaqueline stepped onto the deck of the Whaling Ship she would call home for quite a while she smiled genuinely for the first time since her sister was beaten and dragged into the street and burned alive. Watching that fat bastards head burn in his fireplace was what brought the smile back onto her face.

Though the memory of the day her life went up in fkames still haunts her dreams, the revenge she enacted allowed her to begin the slow process of regaining the emotions she had once lost. Now she was a wealthy, skilled and highly sought after Smuggler in all the Isles. She glanced at the gleaming sword on the desk across from her bed. The Overseer sword shined back at her like the day she first wielded it. It always made her feel like she wasn’t alone. Just her ship and her faithful sword. Jaqueline rose and began to dress. By the time she walked onto the ship’s deck the sun had begun to rise. “Well Karnaca, I’ve got a lot of guns for some thugs to deliver...See you soon.” Jaqueline winked at the distant shape of Karnaca in the distance.