#rayan death

[ash-isnt-writing]

It was always the same for Vanté.

Just when he finally had solid plans, someone would run off, get themselves killed, then we was expected to revive them, the only thanks he got being lying unconscious for two years for everyone else but him to be happy with themselves.

It was torture higher than a physical level. It was torture that made him feel like he was repeating everything. Every day, every month, every year.

All he was, at this point, was a puppet. A tool. And he knew they always meant well, they just wanted their loved ones back and he had no reason to be selfish, but he was just so.. sick, and tired.

Having to do this repeatedly took so much out of him. He was at the peak of his music career and he was dragged back down to revive another reckless idiot.

He just wanted to be appreciated for who he was, for his feats and his highs, for how much work and effort and care he’d put into trying to live some semblance of a normal life.

But he was just a tool, or an attraction. He would never be valued as human, even if it wasn’t intentional. Because he was different. No matter how normal he tried to be, no matter how much he tweaked and adjusted his appearance, he’d never be taken at surface value as human. Even if the person didn’t mean to, it was subconscious. He’d never be seen as human, because he wasn’t human.

He was snapped out of his thoughts from a call from Maddie. She hadn’t called since Rayan went missing, so he had no doubt it was for the exact thing he was just thinking about how much he hated. He’d have to go revive another person.

He sighed. Maybe another rampage would do him some good. That was his main thought as he picked up the phone and answered. Maybe then, people would show him the respect he’d been working so hard to get.

[inkwell-and-dagger]

HEY!!!

This contains kinda heavy gore, thanatophobia / athazagoraphobia and heavy HEAVY descriptions of a rotting corpse, so please watch out!! also this is NOT CANON to Forsaken Souls so don't worry our boy isn't dead; it's based on a prompt by my lovely mutual, @er0s-1s-whump1ng / @4sh-th3-f4e!! also! Vanté, Vesker and Vayel (V trio real) belong to him as well :3

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Rayan didn't have a clue why everyone was ignoring him.

First it was Vanté, then his kids, then Maddie, and now Vesker and his own son. He'd been wandering mindlessly for hours now, hoping that anybody — he didn't care who at this rate — would notice him, or even look at him. He didn't care how he wanted someone to acknowledge him; he just wanted to soothe that nagging thought tugging in the back of his mind, screaming that something was horribly wrong.

All attempts were, to his dismay, futile.

They were acting like he was dead; which, obviously, was impossible. He was immortal. Immortals can't die. Sure, he's experienced something like what he could assume death was before, but he'd always woken up the next day. Right? So he wasn't dead.

...Right?

"This is ridiculous," Rayan grumbled beneath his breath in an exasperated tone. The trees towering overhead were a maze of brown bark and emerald leaves as he reluctantly trudged to the last place he remembered being in pain at; Madir's little cabin, shrouded in the woods. He recalled that, somehow, Foster had gotten irritated at him and had called Madir to take Rayan and "deal with him", to which Madir enthusiastically agreed. Being sent to Madir's cabin was like a death sentence.

He'd made his escape that night when Madir was asleep, having broken a window in the process; so it was no surprise, in the early dawn, that the man had not woken yet and the broken window served as an entry way for Rayan.

He slipped inside with ease, hastily walking to the attic; he had no intention to be here long. The closer he got upstairs, the more dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he prayed Madir wouldn't wake up at his footsteps and the creaking of the staircase.

Thankfully, though, as always, the ladder leaned onto the wall was stable enough for Rayan to climb up. A blanket of a distinct, unnerving smell lay in the air; an almost metallic smell, alongside rotting meat.

(gore / corpse CW)

Rayan stopped at the last step, face paling as his stomach dropped. He was looking at himself, but... dead. His head lolled to one side, skin turning a slight bruised purple colour; crimson liquid pooling around the stiff, frigid body of Rayan Hyacinth. Gashes across his body, down his skin and soaking his pathetic excuse for a shirt, Rayan figured blood loss had caused this. The inmortal like throwing up at the sight; he'd been dead for a couple hours, it seemed.

Rayan had seen and experienced a lot of horrific things in his days — from walking in on his own partner with a knife hilt-deep in his chest to having his own leg sawed off by Madir — but this? This was unlike anything he'd ever seen. The bruised, battered, and rotting corpse of his own body, while he stood staring at it paces away.

(end of CW)

It all made sense now. He wasn't being ignored. He was dead; which was impossible, given he was immortal. How did it happen? Why did it happen?

Rayan prayed this was just some sick nightmare, as he half fell down the stairs again and stumbled out of the building, eyes — clouded and dull with a thousand and one troubles — transfixed on the ground beneath him.

Was this a situation similar to Vayel's? Was his immortality taken away, like his was? How did it happen? Why did it happen?

Why did it happen to him? What did he do? He was improving. He could improve. He was becoming a better person, slowly but surely. Was this a punishment for his— no, for Cora's actions? Rayan didn't know.

With a low, choked-up sob, he sank down the nearest tree; his leg was trembling too much anyway, and everything seemed heavy and quite frankly he wanted to throw up.

He was dead. Gone. And not even his own husband, or his sister, or his own son knew it yet.

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Forsaken Souls Taglist WOOOOHOOOOO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast!!!

[quatraine-in-c-major]

){}( But you never really tried to stop me, did you? ){}(

A/N: Inspired by @v-3-ll-1-gore ‘s “A Tale As Old As Time”, incorporating my OCs Vesker Faithern, Silver [insert cool last name here], and Vanté Ramirez, and Vell’s OC Rayan Hyacinth.

Warning!!: This work contains written depictions of torture, car crashes, abduction, death/loss of a loved one, and other potentially alarming/disturbing topics. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Edit!!: Title quote credit - Party Hard, Underground cutscene. Voice Actor is unknown, but he was voicing the playable main character Darius.

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Silver was always like Vanté’s saviour. He was there the moment he felt like he was losing grip on everything, and he saved him from that dark place. His touch. His voice. It was everything to him. The way Silver would fall asleep on his shoulder, or in his lap.

Vanté sighed as Rayan’s head was rested on his shoulder. He knew he was asleep. And he supposed he should be enjoying the moment. But it.. it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like him.

Silver’s touch, brushing over his cheeks to wipe his tears away whenever he was crying. Silver was always there. Always. Vanté just wished he knew how to return that favor. He was always so busy, and he hated that he couldn’t hold Silver as much as he really wanted to. So when he finally got home, there wasn’t nearly enough time to catch up. Ever.

Again, Vanté returned to a quiet house. He couldn’t even call it a home anymore. Not after what Rayan did to him. The silence was deafening, and he couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Still, he went about his usual, putting his things away, moving to get changed- a sharp pain in the back of his head, his world fading to black momentarily.

And god, what he would do for Silver. If anything ever happened, if the universe ever let anything happen to his beloved, he would burn it all to the ground. He’d rip apart the galaxy just to find him. He loved him. He loved the way it felt to hold him. He loved the way Silver looked in his shirt, standing under the light of a streetlamp, on the way back from a night out.

Vanté looked away from the bright light. He pulled at his restraints in a vain attempt to pull himself free, drawing a laugh from Rayan. “Earth to Vanté” Rayan teased, drawing a low growl from Vanté’s throat. “Aww, come on, I’m doing you a favour! Don’t give me that.” Vanté scowled, mumbling; “Sure, because I’d consider this a favour.”

“SILVER!” The cry from his throat was raw, loud. It was of fear, of pain, as he pulled Silver away from the wreck of the speeding car that had hit his precious boy. He almost dropped his phone pulling it out of his pocket as he called emergency services. He’d never talked so fast in his life. He’d never breathed so fast in his life. He couldn’t help but feel a hint of relief settle as the ambulance pulled up.

Vanté dragged Rayan’s unconscious body into the back of Foster’s car, heavily slamming the door shut. And Vesker could do nothing but watch, helplessly, as he lost his love. There was no time. He wasn’t fast enough. He’d get them for this. He swore it, at that moment, he would.

Vanté’s heart sank when he got the news that Silver wasn’t going to make it. He felt sick. He knew, one day, that he’d lose Silver, it was a part of immortality. But he didn’t image it would be like this. Never like this. Silver’s cold, dead body, in that hospital bed. He didn’t stop crying on and off for an hour once he got home. And he couldn’t shake those last words from his head. “You’ve gotta live for me, Vanté. Promise me you won’t kill another soul again. Promise me, please.”

Vanté dug the knife into Rayan’s thigh, listening to him scream. He didn’t want this. He never wanted this. But he hated him for what he did to him.. “This is what you get, you bastard.”

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[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

"Are you okay, Ray?"

Madison was always concerned with Rayan's rather disturbing — at times, anyway — dreams. They happened sporadically at times, and they had many different focuses; but she could tell that this time, it was something personal. The way Rayan didn't meet his sister's gaze, his leg bouncing rhythmically against the soft carpet of Madison's bedroom, said enough.

"I-I—" Rayan stuttered, stumbling over his words with a frustrated groan and burying his face in his hands. He felt Madison's gentle hand on his shoulder, soft like a Mother's touch. "Take your time."

"...It was about Sage," he said after a moment. "It- I don't wanna talk about it—"

"It'll make you feel better, Ray-Ray. I promise it will."

He sighed. "..Fine. It's- it's stupid, though—"

"Rayan, please," Madison interrupted with an understanding tone in her voice. "I don't care if it's stupid, please just.. tell me. Please?"

A couple beats of silence followed, before Rayan broke it with a sniffle. "..I- I saw Sage, but not- not how he was when I.. found, them, uhm, she- she looked completely normal as if they were never dead in the first place.

"They- they were behind me, in- y'know the bathroom mirror, in our old house, I was there- and he was behind me, and she.. she was there. It was like they never left. I could feel him- him hugging me, and..." He trailed off.

Rayan could remember it with perfect clarity. Sage's gorgeous face, twisted into that bright little smile he used to love, behind him in the mirror. Cold yet gentle hands carding through Rayan's hair, squeezing his shoulders and wrapping around his waist. Sage's voice echoed in his ears, and despite the gentle tone, that comforting gaze, that reassuring touch, their words made Rayan's skin crawl.

"It's okay, love. I forgive you."

He could remember how the blood felt on his skin, the weight of the gun in his hands. Sage's once-beautiful face, obscured in a veil of scarlet, eyes lifeless and glazed over and far away. Dead.

"..And that's when I woke up."

But he'd leave that part out for now.

[pescelegacysims3]

Assia dropped by the Circle of Knowledge Bookstore, which her brother Rayan now runs (having inherited the business from their late mother) for a chat.

[lovecla]

QUINN HUGHES — “𝓂eant to be 𝓂ine”.

STARRING quinn hughes x fmc (natalie, rayan xasan face claim)

SYNOPSIS as the daughter of one of the most important coaches inside the nhl, there are a lot of things natalie brooks cannot do. dating the captain of the vancouver canucks, quinn hughes, is one of them.

WHAT TO EXPECT explicit content, forbidden romance, fmc is a baddie, quinn is obsessed with her, smau, friends-to-lovers, kinky af!, angst, bdsm, family matters, happy ending.

WORD COUNT 10.8k

⭑ a note from the author: for all my people who once thought about giving up on the things they love in order to please other people. it's never too late to start doing what makes you happy.

⭑ part of the “us & them” universe.

⭑ my nhl masterlist.

⭑ theme song: secret love song, pt. II by little mix.

main female character:

Natalie Leigh Brooks

⭑ “when life gives you lemons, trade them for coffee.”

⭑ in real life olivia pope (but she’s not fucking the president of the united states. yet…?).

⭑ always has the right answers for your questions, she’s like a walking google.

⭑ the it girl of her friend group according to her own friends.

⭑ loves her grandmother to death.

before you read:

000. 𝓌arnings.

001. 𝓂eet natalie brooks.

002. 𝓅laylist.

003. 𝓋isuals.

chapters:

coming soon :)

[nervouscunt]

All is fine and everyone is happy AU : Jaehaera and Daenaera

So this little AU comes to you dear scroller courtesy of me getting jumpscared by a Jaehaera vs Daenaera post during what was supposed to be my post-work relaxation scroll. Fair warning the rest of this post will be me ranting about the J vs D "discourse" side of this fandom, feel free to scroll on by if you're not a fan of mad ramblings.

I remember a time before HOTD was ever a twinkle in Rayan Condal's eye, a time when Fire and Blood had just come out and the main topics of discussion regarding Jaehaera and Daenaera were the following 1) Jaehaera's death is unnecessarily cruel and brutal and 2) the language used to describe Daenaera is weird and uncomfortable. And that was mostly it due to the style in which Fire and Blood was written in (an in universe history book) and the fact that the girls were minor characters (yes they both have thematic significance but alas they take up so little page time). So imagine my shock and surprise when I found out that the HOTD fandom was having heated "debates" about Jaehaera and Daenaera, now take that shock and surprise and double it for when I found out that these "debates" weren't about the thematic significance of these girls, or possible interesting parallels they have to other in universe characters or what they could symbolize in the greater story of the Targ dynasty/asoiaf generally or even about expanding or extrapolating on the sparse characterization these girls have in the text no, no, no, no these people were so heatedly "debating" which one of these children would ultimately have been a better wife for Aegon III. Yup all of this drama, debate and insult hurling in the fandom is because of a ship war, and not just any kind of ship war but the kind that 11 year olds have when they get into their first online fandom. This is only made worse (more embarrassing) when you realize that a majority of people involved in and spearheading this ship war are actually fully grown adults. The HOTD fandom truly never ceases to amaze me.

[perpetualprocrastinationisme]

Is Ty in Denial Over Livvy?

Artist: Charlie Bowater

I think it's worth noting that what Ty is currently experiencing re: Livvy is not grief but denial. - Cassie Answering Asks on Tumblr

I think this really points to what one of the biggest points of tension in the TWP series is going to be: the denial that Ty might be in over Livvy. This is how Cassie answered a question about why Kit left without saying goodbye to the Blackthorns in QOAAD. But is Ty really in denial? That's what I'm trying to ascertain by analyzing the passages below.

PS. If you do find a ghost, treat it kindly. I don’t think all ghosts mind being ghosts, as long as people are nice to them.

So this is how Ty ended a letter to Emma and Julian in SOBH. I feel like this shows us that to Ty, the real reason that someone may not like being a ghost is that they're ignored and not treated well. So the answer to the issue with Livvy is just to treat her the best he possibly can, to always be there for her. (Also, just to say this, Ty is one of the most sincerely kind characters in the whole TSC universe if you really examine scenes that include him. So, I also just think this quote stems from who Ty is at heart). But is simply treating Livvy well enough? Does that meet her needs? We see Livvy's perspective in GOTSM here:

There was so little to feel. For months now she had been less than a shadow at Ty's heels. Oh, why couldn't Livvy do the same? Why was she the only one who could not return and take up her life again?

While I do think that being kind to ghosts like Livvy or Rupert is important, the primary injustice here is that Livvy gets to be almost human, just without the parts that make life most worth living. Here we see that she continuously feels this sense of unfairness, why does everybody else get to live their lives except for her? Why is there so little for her to feel?

Here's another of Ty's perspectives on Livvy's resurrection:

She said a lot of reassuring things. But it still gave me a cold feeling, which I think is my body telling my brain that I’m afraid. If Julian and Emma found out about Livvy, they wouldn’t just be angry. They’d feel like they had to do something, like lay her to rest. People don’t think ghosts can be happy, but Livvy is happy. She helps me with work and she tells me advice for Anush (he has a crush on Rayan’s sister Nasha) and when we’re alone we play games or I read to her. She can’t do everything but why would being all the way dead be better? Everyone calls it “rest” but no one really knows, do they?

I feel like with Ty we consistently see this idea that Livvy being a ghost is better than nothing. In QOAAD when Kit tells him that he doesn't think Livvy would want to be resurrected Ty tells him that he doesn't think Livvy would want to be dead either. To me, this isn't rooted in Ty selfishly wanting Livvy back. On the contrary, I feel like Ty sees it this way because Livvy has always been there for him, making life better. So, for Ty, what if this is his way of making Livvy's life better? After all, wouldn't being a ghost that can still see be on Earth be better than the nothingness of death? Here's another of Livvy's perspectives to compare it to:

The sun was rising, and she tried to feel its warmth - something other than its brightness. To warm herself. What she would have given to feel that wet velvet crust of the top layer of sand under her feet, to feel the cold grittiness of the sand underneath change in temperature as the warmth of her human feet soaked away. To scream herself hoarse, knowing that no one would hear over the roar of the surf. She squatted and tried with ever particle of herself to pick up a piece of beach glass. But it was a useless endeavor. She had no more effect on the world than a fragment of dream.

I believe this scene really showcases one of the two worst parts about Livvy becoming a ghost: her ability to take action. When looking at Livvy's character in the first two books it is evident that she wants to take care of people and be able to have an effect on people. In Lord of Shadows we see her say this:

"I realized something," she said. "I want to be like you, Jules. Not this second, not right now, but someday. I want to take care of people, other Shadowhunters, people who need me. I want to run an Institute."

And I do realize that Livvy can still help people and have a powerful effect on the world as a ghost, I mean she's already found useful information about the Cohort and TWP isn't even here yet. She's just not able to help people in the way I think she feels called to do. Livvy very much seems like a hands-on, people's person. As a ghost she can't be that. She can't run an Institute, she can't even pick things up. You can very much see that she feels useless in GOTSM. But I think we see the thing she struggles with the most in these excerpts:

You can see ghosts but you cannot see me. Not when I come to sit by you while you sleep. Not when I am in the movements of the shadows across the lawn, or the twitch of a curtain. You cannot hear me, even though I am speaking to you because I have things I need to tell you.

It was wonderful to see how settled in Helen and Aline were, but it was also all extremely unfair, Livvy felt. Everyone else got to come home. Mark. Helen. Even Ty would come home someday. But she would never truly be home again.

Family is the most important thing to all of the Blackthorns, it seems like they base almost all of their actions around each other. I think what tortures Livvy is being able to see this family she loves so much but never being able to interact with them again except for Ty. Never getting to be a big and little sister. It's a vital part of Livvy's life that she has lost for the time being.

I want to say this though, I think it may be easy to look at all of these scenes and immediately say that Ty is in denial about Livvy's true situation and feelings, but I don't think that is true. Look at this scene:

Ty said, "I'm so sorry, Livvy." "For what?" she said. "For doing this to you," he said.

I think Ty realizes what all Livvy is missing, for the most part. I think it also really hurts him. He just feels that what she does have is better than what she could have in death.

All of these scenes also beg this question, would Livvy feel like this if she figures out the ins and outs of being a ghost or if she could show herself to her entire family? Like, when she actually sees the power she has for good in her current state as a ghost? I ask because of this scene:

"Oh, Ty," she said. "I would have done it for you. It isn't a thing that should be done, but I would have done it anyway. And so we would be in just the same mess we're in now. Besides, I think I'm getting the hand of this ghost thing."

Conclusion: I feel like Ty may have been in denial in the beginning but I don't think he is anymore. I also think that Livvy will have an easier time as a ghost as things progress in TWP. I also feel like Livvy has the potential to be a huge force for good, a protector, in TWP and I sincerely hope that happens. However, I do think this will be a major point of tension between Ty and other characters in TWP, especially Kit. I feel that many of them, especially the older Blackthorn siblings, will want to help Livvy be released into the afterlife instead of staying as a ghost. I think the finale of the entire series will reveal the fate of Livvy: whether she can stay as a ghost, has to be released into the afterlife, or gets to come back fully human.

Edit: By not being in denial, I mean that I think Ty understands that he did wrong and regrets resurrecting Livvy. The issue is that he doesn’t regret it enough to talk to Magnus or one of his siblings to try to either release Livvy or bring her back fully. To figure out the best way forward with Livvy, is what I guess I’m trying to say. And also, while I think Livvy could be a force for good and could acclimate to being a ghost, I also think there’s just as good a chance that she could go into one of her more volatile states. This would lead to some really awful stuff happening and could even be the crux of Ty and Kit’s plot in TWP.

Also, sorry for the ridiculously long post, it felt kind of like a really poorly written essay. I hope it was coherent and that you enjoyed it though :) Here's some beautiful Kit and Ty art for the road.

Artist: @camisala01-art

[volturi-queen]

New Life (aro mate/witch twins mother)

Description: The twins get a new mom and aro finds his mate 

Warning: abuse of husband, violence, murder,blood

a/n: i hop you all are safe with this winter strom going on right now, so stay safe  and remember i love you

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Margo had always wanted kids  but was never blessed with the changes and for that she was grateful her marriage was not what you would call stable. She had married young at first it was good but as time went on it slowly became worse to the point he would bet on her. She had tried to make her marriage work but nothing helped.

Margo decided that maybe they need a break from life in the big cities so she books the plane to Italy. At first her husband was against the idea. But finally he agrees. Unbunost to Margo why.

The first night in Italy was fine, Margo and the man she had been married to for many years had a lively evening at a nice diner and carriage ride around town. It was the 2ed day and Margo and her husband Tom were taking a back alley,  on their way back to their room that was 3 blockers away.  When all of a sudden Tom pushes her to the was of the building to the right of her. With a kife to her neck. How he had it was unknew to Margo as you can’t have then on planes andsshe don't remember her buying it. But her he is with it to her throat. 

She had knew it would more then likely end like this, but she had hopped this trip would make things better, but it didn’t, from the looks of things.

“I know you’ve been sleep with Rayan, and I will no share you , if i can have you know one will.” What was he talk  Ryan what a fecken baby, he was 19 he saw her and a sister, he has said it several times. There was no way Margo would sleep with him that was sick. And she had never cheated why would she despite everything she still loves him but with the look in his eyes right know she feels none of that love just fear. Tiers stat to fall from her eyes as she looks at him.

“I’m not, I swear. His a kid and I would never.”  Tom because madre. 

“Are you calling me crazy, alAre you calling me a liar.” He says as he pushes the knife in more to her neck.  

“No, no, I would never.” Tom moves the knife from her neck and repasses it with his hand, moving it slow over her cheek.  

“I don’t believe you,” then all of a sudden there is a pressure in her abdomen. She gasp as her hands move to the knife that now stuck out of the spot as she slides down the wall. 

Looking up at Tom, she sees that he doesn't even looks fazed. Like he had done this a tough times before. 

“You did this. Not me,” and he walks away. 

Margo look to the now dark sky and she prays to whatever god that is out there that she is found. Finally she decides to stand and make her way to the end of that ally. When she looks down to her abdomen she see the knife still there and that may be a good thing. 

As she makes it to the end of the alleyway two fingers come into view. Margo’s site starts to blur as she can not make out the two people in front of her. 

“What do we do with her?” Margo hears a young male voice as she falls at his and the other person's feet, the voice was that of an angel a young angel. 

“Help me,” Mago says to the young angel. 

    The voice that species after her is a young female just as angelic the male. 

“And we shale.”

Then everything goes black and she thanks, 

“This must be death.” 

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Margo wakes with a gasp, looking around she sees the room she is not in the she rented for her time in italy. No but she sees things that should not be seen, the dust in the air, the crack in the stone wall, and she hears the movement from outside the door and from what she can only guess is down the hall, she can also smell the baked goods from the open window. And something else, it sweet, so sweet it makes her throat burn, like she had not had anything to drink in months.

“Good you're awake.”  a man says from the door that margo had not notice had been open. This man was in a fine suit  and his long black hair was pulled back  to keep to it out of his hair. He had to be at lest 40, his smile looked like he was hiding something.  And MArgo really didn’t want to no what.

“ I must say to have Jane turn you herself means you must be important, she has never cared enough to do something of the sort, usually she would have just eaten you.” What the hell is he talking about?

“Speaking of eating you must be striving, Jane, Alec, bring this young woman her lunch.” At that moment two kids walked in holding 2 people and one of the people was her husband and the other was their neighbors from home. 

“Tom, you said you take care of her.” the other woman said as she looked at margo. Then she looks her in the eyes.

“Why are her eyes red?” 

“Shut up, Tiffany.”  

“But Tom You said you get her out of the pitcher,”

“Oh my young lady, if i was you would not take that.” the man in the suit says to Mago as he walks to stand by the kids. 

“You tried to kill me, so you could be with her?” Margo asks the man she had spent her life with. The more she sat in the room the more she could smell something so sweet like a 3 course meal,  the burning in throat just seems to get worse. Grabbing her throat gasping for air. As Margo's head becomes cloudy. She can only hear the man say.

“Oh we are about to have a show.”

Then Margo loses control of herself as she jump from the bed and runs at Tiffany, and rips her throat out and start to drink her blood. 

She can hear Tom scream for her to stop.

Then she look at hm with a blood smile and says    

“You did this, not me.” and dose the same thing she had just done to the home wicker. 

 When she finally drays him, she drops him and look to the people behind her. All of which have a smile on their face.

“What am I?” the man walks up to margo and says, 

“Profession.” 

Confused, Margo looks at the kids.

“You are a vampire.” is all the girl says as she look at Margoe with pride and then looks to the people on the floor,  

 “You did good.” the boy says and at that moment

Margo realized she knew their voices they were the ones that  found her. 

“Thank you.” Margo says. The man in front of her takes her hand in his hands than smiles at her.

“You are not afraid,”the man asks MArgo.

 Margo looks at this man not knowing who he is and why he was here. The only thing she knows is that the longer she was next to him the more she want to be with him.  It was so odd she had not even been this attracted to her now late husband,  and the kids why was it she looked at them she feels she has to do anything for them if that told her someone had done something mean she would kill them for them to make it all better.

“You feel it don’t you.” The man ask me. Margo look from the kids back to him.

“I don’t know what I feel.”  Margo tells the man she doesn't even know the name.

“May you are, right you don't know my name how foolish of me. My name is Aro and these lovely kids are Jane and Alec,” how did he know what I was thanking.

“I have much to tell you but first let's start by saying you are now a vampire.” Yeah Alec said that already. “Yes he has forgiven me.” 

How the hell is he doing that? 

“I can read every thought you ever had  with just a touch.” 

Margo quickly takes her hand away from him and backs away even though her body is screaming to stay close to him.

“Forgive me, just need to know you where feel thing we were feeling? You see my brother Marcus has the ability to see bonds. And when you were brought in, at the beginning of your transformation, Marcus could see the bond from us to you already. But as you had not seen us you had not had it formed yet.”

Margo takes a breath and it's at that moment she realizes her throat was not burning but ignores it. 

“And what bonds are those?” 

Aro looks to the kids to speak first. 

“We have the bond of,” Alec starts then Jane finishes for him.

“Mother and child.”  Margo is shocked,

“How, why?”

“Some bonds are just written in the stars just as ore bond of mates.” Margo has to take a seat on the bed. 

“I know it's a lote to take in.” Aro says as he watches the vampire that enter the room to take the body's out. 

“Know it make sense, I've always felt I was missing something. Like apart of me was always missing, I had just thought that it was from Tom being so distant and abuse of, but I guess not, I really was missing something.” 

Jane smiles at the woman. And walks up to her laying a hand on her shoulder. 

“Now you have us, all of us” Margo then pulls Jane in for a awkward hug.  

“Thank you for everything.” 

“You welcome, mother,” then Alec and Aro come to join the hug that makes Margo feel more love than she has felt in years. And she looks forward to forever with her new family.

[otomelavenderhaze]

Can we stop for a minute and think about Candy's perspective during that whole situation between Rayan and Marina?

I don't talk enough about the feminine perspective of our female lead when I talk about Rayan's route, but today I was reflecting.

Ok. I won't even get into much of "did he actually and unknowingly give the wrong idea to Marina and maybe even was too trusting of others, more than he should?" cuz, come on, we all know from Marina's mouth that it was all in her head and she was the one trying super hard to hook up with someone's else man, saying that if Candy got hurt or not in the process, that was none of her concern (well, the black eye me and my girl Candy could give to Marina was also none of our concern, but we didn't so), let's leave this on the side right now.

But let's actually talk about Rayan's behavior outside of it, like when the shit went down and we got a glimpse of what he looked like (probably) when Chloe died.

Candy was a true warrior through and through, honestly, she didn't break down enough during that process (couldn't be me, I would have gone crazy).

Why do I say that?

We saw before Candy being understanding, showing empathy and loyalty to her friends, even to her significant others, but Rayan's unwillingness to share what was happening with the death threats, the kinda stalking nature, and the prossecution, all to not put a burden even bigger on her shoulders, BUT THE PATIENCE SHE RETURNED WITH IT, she asked, she didn't really know what to do or give what he needed at the moment, but she was there.

She never stopped being there, no matter what curve ball the situation gave her. And it was more than many would do in such situation.

And okay, the restaurant moment, trying to make him go with her, was a miss. My girl was delulu there. No discussion.

But who could've thought Rayan would SIMPLY runaway like a scared teenage boy that crashed his mom's car? Nobody. The answer is nobody. Even thou, after he had done it I was like "oh, I saw something like this happening before on his route".

Even when he communicated to her that he wasn't even in town anymore, she was simply devastated. But never stopped trying to understand his side. And later when Eric was pointing out (kinda rightly so, I give him that much) and she got to actually defend DEFEND the man who bolted on her, that got unceremoniously into a train and was GONE, she showed that her loyalty was real.

Like Eric didn't know Rayan at that point. Candy could've so easily (and some answers were, to be fair) talked badly about his behavior to Eric as a moment of anger or hurt, she had every right to, but choosing not, is to her merit for sure.

And we all know how hurt she must have felt, because she was ready to fight the situation head-on with Rayan, however, Rayan was NOT ready to face the situation head-on with her

(not because he didn't trust her, I read as that's his defense mechanism, he runs. When he caught himself having feelings for Candy? He ran. When they kissed and it was coming real? He ran. He knows how to be brave, but first, my man bolts, that's his thing).

AND STILL, when he came back, she received him with open arms!! With love!! Forgiveness even!!

Some of us cheated on Rayan with Eric, but honestly, honestly?? No judgments here.

And later when Chani asked Candy to talk to Marina about what happened and Marina admitted all of those things, after everything that she saw that whole situation from Rayan's perspective, how hurted and out of himself he was for weeks and Candy didn't jump on Marina at any point???

Even when Marina was like "if you did get hurt by it in the end it was none of my concern" sociopath shit. Truly, what a bad person. Toxic. Selfish. Naive. Sociopath real shit.

Through it all, that damn war, Candy made it work.

And I daresay, they only survived that one because of her, because Candy did not give up.

I don't think it was very realist like, we at least should've sit with Rayan and have a conversation about that whole shutting us out of the situation that him at times did, at the very least, and pretend it didn't happen, shouldering it alone, always so forgiving, couldn't be any of us, let's be honest here, just Candy with her never-ending loyalty.

And maybe, just maybe, that arc with Marina could've been better if we saw more of Candy's feelings and her expressing them to Rayan in a justifiable way (not like the restaurant thing, which was pushing a situation that didn't have to happen) but actually giving out a real moment.

A moment when we could actually express our feelings and even justify kissing Eric if some of us wanted to. But at once, actually seeing Candy getting hurt by Rayan's attitude, understandable getting upset, and expressing it to him to then he apologizes. Not having him just magically understanding what he did wrong and apologise without any of her input.

Just as I take my imaginary hat off for how adult and loyal Candy was in that whole situation, I also missed having the hurt she felt expressed properly to Rayan and I know he would understand and even grow from it. Another missing chance to improve Rayan as a character.

[ash-isnt-writing]

“Can you just- shut up, for a second?!” Vesker snapped, making Rayan go quiet. He let out a heavy sigh, hands shaking. “I-I only just got home, okay? I had to sit for 16 hours today just to miss the fucking shot on my fucking target and get chewed out for another hour by Mason.”

“I-I-I understand, that it was a bad idea, for me to leave the door unlocked, but the door was the last thought on my mind this morning,” He continued, “when I had an about 16-17 hour work day ahead of me. In any case, is- is it really worth yelling at me for?”

The last statement was rhetoric. They both already knew the answer. But, in classic Rayan fashion, Rayan answered anyway. “Well- of course it is! I could’ve died-!”

“You could’ve but you didn’t!” Vesker yelled, pure rage leaking into his tone. “God, you’re always so fucking- pessimistic! You’re fine, get over it, for fuck’s sake!”

“Yes but I almost wasn’t-!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!”

Rayan went quiet again at this. The question left him wordless, because he didn’t know. He didn’t know why he was even angry at Vesker over this. If he had to leave for a 17 hour workday at 6 in the morning, he probably wouldn’t be able to think straight either.

Yet something in him insisted he was in the right. That he could never be wrong. That Vesker was in the wrong here for not remembering something as simple as locking the door, even if it made sense.

And this part of him got louder until he told himself it was the truth. Until he was sure it was the truth.

“You- all I’m saying is that I’m annoyed you let this happen. Do you want me to die or something?” Rayan said. But then, he instantly regretted it. The hurt look on his fiancé’s face.

Oh, god, that look…

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A/N!!: Rayan belongs to @v-3-ll-1-ch-0-r (a.k.a @v-3-ll-1-gore (get mentioned idiot /pos)). This was actually quite fun to write!! Even though I am very eepy because it’s 8:56PM. But I’m proud of it :3!! As always, continuations and/or rewrites are encouraged and welcomed, as long as proper credit is in place!!

[inkwell-and-dagger]

[The End is Never The End]

A/N: stanley parable reference?????? no way‼️‼️also I added another paragraph and a bit :3

CW: repeated death, immortal whumpee, I guess sort of psychological warfare in some way??

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Death was no longer a foreign concept to Rayan.

He no longer needed rest. He didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't sleep. He died, woke up, and died again. A repeated cycle. All he ever knew. All he ever felt. All he thought about.

Death was like a safe haven, a place to reminisce on those faded feelings of being alive. Of feeling things other than a tingling numbness soaring through his veins. Of seeing things other than a hazed void, of black nothingness stretching on forever. Of hearing something, anything, instead of the deafening silence that blanketed his ears.

Death was nothing. It was everything, but nothing simultaneously. It was loud, deafening perhaps, but silent. It was horribly overwhelming, but at the same time, his senses felt deprived. He couldn't describe it. He doubted anyone could.

Every time he came back, after every gasp of breath, he felt the same cold metal dig into his skin and slit his throat. Again, and again, and again once more. He no longer feared the knife. He no longer feared any of them. Their faces were a blur in his mind, distorted and hazy, but whoever they were, he wasn't scared. He didn't feel anything towards them. No disdain, or hatred, or terror, just.. nothing. Numbness. He was used to it.

Every time he died seemed more boring than the last. He'd wake up on the ground, weak and barely conscious in the first place, until someone finds him and puts him out of his misery again. Then, he returns to the void he deemed as home. His safe space. His special haven, away from whatever world he lived in when he was a living, breathing thing.

He was losing touch with reality with every passing second. He couldn't tell if he was alive or not, how many times his throat had been slit, how many breaths he'd taken for the past week. Or was it a month? Or a year? More? He didn't know. Time had virtually no purpose anymore, as the cycle repeated all day, all night, from one hour to the next. How long was a minute? How long was an hour? A day? He didn't know.

The end was never really the end for Rayan Hyacinth.

Every time. Every day. Every minute. Of every hour. Again. And again. And again. He was dead. Alive. Then dead again. It repeated. An endless, inescapable cycle of death and nothing more.

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[byaahrs]

Locked up with Rafe Cameron

Warning! If you still haven’t watched season 3 of Outer Banks, and you’re planning to soon, I advise you not to read this fanfiction, as it could contain major spoilers of that season.

Word count : ~3000 SFW From Aahrs, Love ! 🌴🌺🌴

Contextualization : Rafe Cameron had been keeping you locked in his house for days. Basically, he was using you — a friend of Sarah’s — to gather valuable information about the Pogues and their upcoming plan. Ever since they had met in South America and discovered El Dorado, Rafe was furious; the only person he ever cared about - and above all, the only one he admired - had just passed away. Indeed, his father, by trying to save his daughter Sarah, died, Rayan’s bullet passing through his heart. And even though he was trying to hide it as best he could, Rafe found himself shaken. Traumatized to say the least. As payback, he had taken you, the first Pogue whom he got his hands on. While waiting for your friends to come and save you from him, you had to obey him. But most importantly, you had to be wise. After all, in the past, Sarah had told you about her brother's wild and cruel nature; Rafe was mentally unstable. One wrong move, and he could easily end your life. If you wanted to live, you had to play it safe. 

Behind your kidnapping, Rafe had one goal in mind : kill each of the Pogues to avenge Ward Cameron and save his honor. At the beginning of your captivity, he did not even want to speak to you. In his eyes, you were literally disgusting. If he dared talk to you, it was only to throw insults and threats, when he had drunk way too much. However, as the days passed, certainly very alone in the world, he became more inclined to conversation. While you thought you could get out of this unfortunate situation by creating a bond - a sincere friendship - with him, one night, you heard him talk to Topper in the living room opposite to your bedroom. In order to hear their words correctly, you put your ear against the wall. And when you finally got to perceive them correctly, you let out a gasp. Rafe had just sworn to kill you if you did not reveal the location of the Pogues quickly.

Although you knew he was insane, you were no less shocked. Just when you thought you and he were beginning to get along, he was betraying you. But it was your fault, and yours only. Why would you believe the guy who abducted you in the first place ? Between you and Rafe, maybe you were the most insane. 

That evening, panicked, you couldn't sleep. You thought about the discussion of Topper and Rafe all night. One single solution presented itself to you; if you cared about your life, you’d have to kill him before he had a chance to come after you.

Locked up

Out of breath, it felt impossible to calm the pulse of your pounding heart. What had you done ? You raised your head slowly, to estimate the situation. You peeked at Rafe, who was already staring at you in a hostile manner. Standing, he was not moving an inch. From afar, he did not even seem to be breathing. He was like a corpse in the middle of the room; pale. Livid.

“Damn”, you muttered quietly to yourself. You knew. You knew you had just signed your death warrant. It was only a matter of seconds before Rafe caught up the distance that separated the two of you, and chocked you with his massive thick hands. At the thought of his grip tightening your neck, you swallowed. Rafe was impulsive. He only reacted out of emotion, even more when he was angry. Yes, it was very likely that he ended up strangling you.

Picturing that was not very clever of you. Even though you were already trying to calm down, this thought doubled your anxiety. Your heart was henceforth beating so hard against your chest that you were physically suffering. At this point, it was so loud you wouldn't even be surprised if Rafe, at the other end of the room, could hear it. It was like dying of fear. You were feeling nauseous. Fortunately, the lack of food in your stomach kept you from vomiting. Indeed, you had nothing to throw up but acid. 

Although the last few seconds had passed like hours, Rafe startled you when, in a sudden and beastly gesture, he hit the vase of flowers to his right. He picked it up, and then crushed it on the floor against the hard and cold tiles. The sound of it breaking was bitter. But compared to the tone of his voice, it was nothing. 

“Is that how you want me to react?” Rafe yelled violently.

His words were vibrant with scorn and anger. You could have heard him from outside. He took a step forward.

“Because that is the impression you’re giving me” he continued.

What were you supposed to say in return ? No, instead, how were you supposed to react to that ? At first, indifference seemed to be the best option. That was until Rafe screamed once again. 

“Don’t you dare stay silent! Answer me!”

The vehemence in his tone forced you to face reality: at this very moment, you were so vulnerable. You were nothing more than a hungry young woman, in a room she didn’t know. In a house she didn’t know. If you tried to escape, Rafe, near the frame, would easily stop you. He would grab your wrist before breaking it in a second. The worst part of it was that he wouldn't feel remorse afterwards. 

If you tried jumping over a window, you would also miserably fail. Despite the fall - if your legs were intact, which already seemed impossible -, you would not know where to go to escape from the neighborhood. How would you find the Pogues without your phone? You didn’t even know the way to John B’s house. Or Kiara’s. Rafe would always be one step ahead of you. Even though his father had passed away, he still had Ward’s last name, he was a Cameron. And with it came the benefits. The contacts. One call would be enough to find you and exterminate you for good. Yes, you had no doubt about it; you were trapped with him for good.

To you, it felt atrocious to admit it, but in any case, you would get killed. Wherever you may go, whatever you decided to do, it was over for you. Especially since you had nothing left to protect yourself. If you’d been a little smarter, you might have survived his fists. But no, you had to break your only useful weapon, which now, had become totally useless. What was a knife without its blade ? A minute ago, when Rafe had entered your room in the middle of the night, you literally panicked. Hearing the door crack, the steps approaching the bed… More and more… It had been awful for you. Since you caught his discussion with Topper, you had been making a knife in your spare time, behind Rafe’s back. It had not been no small task. However, with the help of several elements in the room, you had succeeded.

So when you heard Rafe lean towards you, that night, you turned around to jump on him. Unfortunately, you couldn’t even make a move that he broke your weapon in half. As if he had planned each of your actions.

Seriously though, what was going through your head at that moment ? Did you really think you could have gotten rid of Rafe Cameron, the boy who had chased the Pogues to the other side of the world ? It was stupid. You were so stupid, to go after him. For thinking you actually had a chance to beat him. Anf from now on, you would have to face the consequences. Even after your death, you would regret that night. 

“No.” You wanted your answer to be simple, only because you did not know what to respond. “Because you deserve it.”

Rafe’s eyes slowly widened. In fact, he was as astonished as you were. Where did you get the strength to come up with such a response ? The nerves you had !

The moment you opened your mouth, you regretted it. In one simple step, Rafe swallowed the few inches that separated you from him. Good job ! Thanks to your answer, the little sense of security your had — if any remained at all — just disappeared for good. 

Rafe was making you shiver, and in the wrong meaning of the word. He was unbelievably big… Much taller than you, he made you feel dominated. It was like you were a thing he was toying with, and it scared you to death. Fear had paralyzed you, prevented you from raising your chin again and challenging him. You could not physically face him by looking at him in the eyes.

However, on the contrary, Rafe did not stop devouring you with his eyes. As if he was looking one last time at his prey before eating it, you could feel his gaze burning your skin. His heart throbbed intensely too. The attack you had planned on him must have startled him. Right ? He was sulking; taking in deep breaths, so deep that you could clearly hear them. Was it intentional ?

“You saw what I did to that vase a second ago, right ?” Rafe asked. 

And again, you couldn’t react.

Hoping he could force you to reply, Rafe imprisoned your jaw with his venous hand. If he lifted it a little high, he could have blocked your mouth without any difficulty.

“...I must have heard you wrong. What did you just say?”

“Yes, I have seen what you’ve done, Rafe.” Your voice was getting increasingly weak.

“Well I could do a thousand times worse. To you.”

That was it. It was the end. Rafe was going to tighten his grip until he blew your face out.

You chuckled nervously. “Really?”

Rafe gave a simple laugh. A hearty, loud laugh. A bitter one too. As if you suddenly regained your assurance, you scanned the room from left to right. You were looking for a shelter, an object that would allow you to face Rafe without putting yourself in danger.

Not knowing how, Rafe guessed your intentions the second your gaze left his. Cursing, he grabbed your arm aggressively. It was so painful that a guttural sound escaped your throat.

“Now, tell me where the fucking money is!” Rafe barked, furious. “I’m running out of time. And out of patience.”

Just like a dog, he showed the fangs.

“Let go of me!” you shouted.

If Rafe thought you would help him by betraying the Pogues, he thought wrong. Even if it meant being severely hurt, you would remain faithful to your friends.

“You know you’re risking your life here, don't you? If you don’t want to end up like Peterkin, speak up!”

“I have no idea where they might be now. They haven’t tried contacting me again.”

You were lying and Rafe knew it.

“Bullshit!” he muttered stormily.

He gave you a skeptical look. It was amazing how cold and sharp his blue eyes could be sometimes. You wondered: was there a time when they were nothing but caring? Warm, perhaps? God, what were you thinking! While you fantasized about him, the guy was choking you! Rafe only knew nonchalance and vehemence. Comparing him to a nice guy was like comparing a cat to a dragon.

Rafe then knelt to the ground and picked up the small blade. As he was scrutinizing it, he laughed. “Is that what you tried to fuck me up with?”

You let your gaze fall on him. You were too embarrassed to respond.

“Impossible,” Rafe whispered, truly taken aback. “Don’t you see there’s a high difference in size and power between the two of us? Even if I hadn’t countered your attack, I wouldn’t have been badly hurt. What were you expecting, seriously?”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you. I just wanted to hurt you enough for me to get away.”

Skeptical, Rafe frowned. 

“Are you hysterical?”

“See that blood stain on your cheek? The only one hysterical here is you.”

Teeth clenched, Rafe gawked at you, which sent shivers down your spine.

“If you want to shoot me, go ahead," you shouted. "Do it, Rafe! Quickly! I don’t understand why you want to steal this money so much, since you are rich, but whatever! Why is it so interesting, in your view? For little money, you’ve gone this far. Killing people, causing disasters… You even destroyed a historical gem, the Cross of Santo Domingo! And now, you’re going to finish off the girl you took captive. Great. What an achiever.”

“Even if you tried, you would never understand.” Rafe grunted in reply. “Don’t speak to me that way. The Pogues killed my father. The real monsters, here, are by your side. Not mine.”

After he reluctantly mentioned the death of Ward, which was his trauma, Rafe’s forehand began to drip with sweat. “I had to prove to him that I was a son he could be proud of.” he explained, more sincere than ever. “All I did was in order to please him. Satisfy him. I had to become an improved version of him. But all he ever saw was Sarah. All he ever found himself concerned about was Sarah’s fate, not mine! Still, I tried. And these Pogues… they… they killed him. Sarah, his beloved daughter, had its part in the crime. She betrayed me. She betrayed my father, and for that I will not forgive her!”

The grip of his hand around your arm became firmer. At this point, his nails were so deep in they were scratching your skin. Rafe seemed more tense than annoyed. When he spoke again, his voice sounded so weak, so fragile, that you had to focus on it to hear it.

“That's why… you have to tell me where the Pogues are. For me, for my father.”

Despite the emotion of the moment, you stayed lucid. Not wasting time before Rafe snapped, in a sudden gesture, you managed to push him back. He stumbled and fell to the ground. You tried to run in the corridor, but because of Rafe’s hand finding your tibia, you were forced to stop.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he roared. “Stop!”

When he said that last word, you picked up the blade. Yes, the one you found useless a minute ago. Yet, it was your only weapon, a way for you to defend yourself against the psychopath who had been wanting to kill you for days.

“What is it like to be in the position of victim?” you asked while you toyed with it.

Riled up, Rafe struck the air with his fist. A blow hit you, you endured it. The adrenaline that flowed in your veins helped you greatly. As you knelt and were about to stab Rafe in the trachea, you interrupted. 

What the hell were you doing?

As if you had been burned, you broke free of Rafe’s grip. You could have killed him. One second too late, and you would have cut short the life of another human being. No matter how rotten he was, Rafe did not deserve that. You could have become a monster, and that thought terrified you.

“Why…” 

A feverish voice had come to you. You turned back. Unlike before, Rafe was not looking at you proudly, but wept. 

“Why did you try to attack me?”

Your eyes widened in shock. The pinch you felt in your heart was scarier than everything you experienced until then. 

“Don’t play dumb,” you said. “I knew about your plan. I caught you talking with Topper.”

“So you heard nothing! He persuaded me not to kill you. Clearly, I shouldn’t have listened to that asshole. Anyway, he never gave good advice.”

“So it took a friend's words for you not to kill an innocent woman? You pretended to get close to me and stab me in the back. That’s supposed to be the victim’s technique. Didn't know you were such a coward."

You wanted to be sure of yourself. Unfortunately, the trembling voice that came out of your mouth proved otherwise.

“No!” he defended himself. “I was saying something offhand. I wasn’t seriously going to kill you. Are you stupid? In order to reach out to the Pogues, I have to keep you alive and well.”

Then Rafe looked at you.

“When I came into this room, I just wanted to tell you…”

“What is it ?”

“I want you to stay. There, with me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

As you waited for him to carry on, time stood still.

“We’re having a good time together, aren’t we?” he asked.

Without being able to talk, the words were cluttering in your mouth. Rafe was a professional at leaving you stunned. What was he on about ? Complicity ? You just thought he was going to kill you!

To fill the heavy blank, Rafe continued. “I… I’m lost. I don’t know where Rose went. After she stole all the money, she flew off to some fucking country, and she didn’t even try to contact me. As if I wasn’t worth her time... And as for Topper, he’s not a real friend whom I can count on. He would rather save Sarah than me. I have no one, and I feel so alone... At least, even if you are a Pogue, having you here is my only company. It gives me someone to talk to, someone to take care of, and I want that to stay that way. With you by my side, I feel useful.”

“We could have been friends,” you replied. “Whether you kept me away from my friends or not. You didn’t need to go to such an extent! Who would want to befriend you after this?”

“I don't like Pogues. Even if you consider yourself one, you’re more like me, a Kook, because of your rich parents. You have to admit it… You just can’t leave.”

“That is not how you maintain a healthy and stable friendship, you know ? Also, you are aware that I am friends with Sarah. You’re criticizing Topper, but in a certain way, I’m the same as him.”

“Sure. But you weren’t there when they killed Ward. You joined later. Besides, until then, you were the nicest to me.”

Again, you were lost at sea. How could Rafe go from one emotion to another so rapidly ? Before you could escape the house, he pulled you to him and you fell on his lap. His eyes, hungry, went from your eyes to your mouth. You knew what he was going after. You could have pulled away, but no. Instead, you stayed there.

Rafe leant towards you, sealing his lips to yours. Just like him, it had a bitter taste. It was like kissing grapefruit, wet and sour. As the sound of guilt came ringing to your ears, you became more stiff.

Before he locked you up, how many times did you fantasize about Sarah’s brother? More than once, that was for sure. And for that reason only, you gave in.

Damn, he was such a hottie.

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◞ ♡  what’s in a name? : wealth.

below the cut are 50 names that relate to wealth in their native languages. feel free to use these names as you’d like. this is part four of my what’s in a name series. if you found this helpful, please like and/or reblog!

pt. I - beauty.

pt. II - strength

pt III. - death

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Dark Souls 1 faces references Part 5: Quelana, Jeremiah, Grana, Cut Content Character, Domhnall

Quelana

Brown hair and eyes, like Quelaag's, predictably! Except not so much, but we will get to it in a second!

Jeremiah

I like how strong his features get, tbh, especially visible in profile!

Unusual situation of Grana

Alright, so... As you remember, there is that hostile NPC in Lost Izalith that is wearing the same clothing as Quelana! Another Chaos Sister!

( x ) 魔女の娘グラナ means 'Grana, the Witch's Daughter'! Not to be confused with Quelana's tag イザリスのクラーナ, which means 'Quelana of Izalith'!

However, turns out that this NPC's data is broken! Me and Rayan really could not understand what was going on at first! The very first time Rayan checked this character's data, it gave.... this:

No other NPC uses this face either, it had to be deliberately modelled! On a character labelled as a Daughter of Chaos!

However, when Rayan checked the data of the very same NPC another day, it instead gave this result:

Completely different AND distinct face, likewise not otherwise associated with any other NPC! And yet, according to Rayan, these two face data both had the exact same internal name tag and were literally put onto the same NPC! And turned out, the internal name for this character does match Grana's internal name!

I was there when Rayan tried to reload the game to check this NPC again, and it, once more, gave the guy data! It was super confusing! According to Rayan though, the body is "female" model, it does have chest wraps, but the head keeps switching between the guy and the girl! It is not supposed to happen, apparently!

The only semblance of "progress" we got was that for final double check: Rayan first loaded Oscar's data (who is blond) and after loading Grana immediately after it gave the girl result, then loaded Crystal Warrior (who has brown hair) and when Grana was loaded immediately after, it gave the guy result. I suggested that which head loads responds to the hair color of what model was loaded last, not unlike how Darkmoon Soldiers simply copy the last face data that got loaded, but that was it..

I suppose by Occam's Razor, the girl one is "canon", especially considering the body is supposed to be "female" model.. As for the guy, I feel like it got to be cut content that yet still remains in the game's code! Can't know for sure, but can have some suggestions! For example:

(This and other screenshots for internal names are from this ( x ) video) Notice how not only the internal name hints at it, but also Jeremiah's head under his "crown" looks awful lot like this thing and he also uses Chaos Pyromancy specifically and he is said to be a king!

So, what if the prince is supposed to be that bearded guy, before he turned into that Parasitic Wall Hugger? Really looks awful lot like Jeremiah got affected by the same thing! I questioned whether Jeremiah might have been formerly a royal at Izalith, and @val-of-the-north suggested he could have been husband of Witch of Izalith, even! Could possibly explain why Grana is blonde, under assumption that brown hair and eyes is the typical feature for the sisters and Fair Lady is pale due to sickness; Jeremiah is blond! Could be his genetics, then!

On the other hand, maybe the bearded guy is remains of another cut interaction?

As far as the source material states, Ceaseless Discharge is the only brother amongst children of Witch of Izalith! I double checked ( x )! In his ring description, 愚かな彼は、それをすぐに落としてしまい (foolish man instantly dropped it (?)), 彼は seems to mean a he/masculine, or rather 'this (the one talked about in the sentence) man', and it is not just that English localisation thing where they default to a he in any uncertain situation!

We do meet Quelana long after her actual death, incorporeal, so like... what if we were meant to meet Ceaseless Discharge in the past or outside of time, from before he became a demon? The ring is human-sized, so he was just a normal humanoid once, too! And that guy data would be what he looked like? (Not my choice, personally; I'd think "tormented by lava at birth" should suggest more messed up look than literally just a guy, so I pick 'Izalith Prince' I guess)

These are just suggestions, but in any case, impressive how much the code for this NPC got broken, apparently! How- how did developers even DO this?

Domhnall

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Part 1: Oscar, Ricard, Solaire, Anastacia

Part 2: Reah, Petrus, Vince, Nico, Leeroy

Part 3: Pharis/Evlana, Americus, Forest Hunter (Cleric), Beatrice, Dusk

Part 4: Shiva, Shiva's Bodyguard, Forest Hunter (Sorcerer), Forest Hunter (Thief), Forest Hunter (Bandit)

Part 5: Quelana, Jeremiah, Grana, Cut Content Character, Domhnall (you are here)

Part 6: Darkmoon Knightess, Lautrec, Lautrec's Helper (Sealer), Lautrec's Helper (Warrior)

Part 7: Ingward, Kirk, Oswald, Havel, Tarkus

Part 8: Griggs, Logan, Rickert, Crystal Knight, Laurentius

Part 9: Patches, Siegmeyer, Sieglinde, Mildred, Crestfallen Knight, Crestfallen Merchant

* Shots of characters' faces datamined and provided by RayanTheMad on Twitter + rayanwasalsotaken on Discord!

* Twitter thread with the faces here: ( x )

* Data for characters Ciaran, Darkmoon Soldier (Balder) and Darkmoon Soldier (Berenike) doesn't exist and they simply copy the last face loaded, when there wasn't any loaded they use default placeholder data