#she will be damned to not fulfill his dreams even after he died

[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN! REINCARNATING LOVE INTEREST x READER ( ft. YAN! REINCARNATING LOVE RIVAL + YAN! SECOND LEAD BRAINROT / CONCEPT )

I legitimately could not stomach waking up and separating from this wild dream I had about this so…

These ocs have already been posted about before I just haven’t given them appearances and tbh I didn’t like Yan! Love Interest that much before but seeing as how HOT he is in my dreams I’m just like 🙇🏻‍♂️ my apologies have this post dedicated to you king

warnings: mentions of prostitution, classicism, elitism, aliens, mentions of seggs.

this post is for readers 16 and above, otherwise dni

In this scenario we have YAN! LOVE INTEREST. He’s loved you since time immemorial. He has lost all sense of affection for the world and everything in it since he was trapped in this wicked cycle. That is, everything but you.

You held no memories of your past lives and thus changed quite a lot in the ones that followed but even then he fell hard each time.

The lives I remember from my dreams are as follows:

LIFE NUMERO UNO

YAN ! LOVE INTEREST is head over heels for you. It’s been a few lives since he started remembering everything that happened before as such he’s still not as yan as he currently is.

This is set around “ancient japan” but like anime/genshin ancient japan cause he has pink hair and the prettiest ruby eyes I’m-

Anyways he’s arranged to marry his cousin who happens to be YAN! LOVE RIVAL. She’s also super pretty but unfortunately does not retain her memories like he does.

In my dreams he gets drunk, flirts with her and ends up biting her lips while he has her underneath him. YAN! LOVE RIVAL is just relieved he’s starting to move on from you but oop what does he whisper in her ears? Your name.

(Note: After this incident, YAN! LOVE INTEREST now never gets drunk without your or trusty YAN! SECOND LEAD presence around to anchor him. That and he doesn’t drink that often anymore since stalking you has become a much more uh- fulfilling vice)

Furious she goes over to your residence and you come from a new money sort of family which impressed her since she thought you’d be some pretty peasant or ‘hostess’ from a ditch somewhere.

And when she sees you she’s just like “God damn.” (for some reason her exchange with you went down in Korean in my dream-)

In that life you were a refined lady. Literally everything she idolized in YAN! LOVE INTEREST, but better. You carried yourself with such elegance and had a such an entrancing temperament that she immediate forgets what she was angry about. Also YAN! LOVE RIVAL is a bit of a face con so you bet she thought you were beautiful af.

…

You two end up fucking like animals that it alerts the entire noble world. Eventually leading to your execution.

From that life onward YAN! LOVE INTEREST swore to enact vengeance on all of YAN! LOVE RIVAL’s lives for your sake. Not knowing his family is the reason you died in the first place ( and. yan! love rival did her best to save you )

LIFE NUMERO DOS

This life is set in highschool (ish) where you and YAN! LOVE INTEREST have recently broken up due to rumors of him cheating on you arising. At least that’s what you told him. The truth was that you learnt he was getting married to YAN! LOVE RIVAL and decided you weren’t going to be part of this drama like at all.

In this life you don’t interact much with the YANs because oh shit aliens have invaded and now you’re in a survival game.

Told ya this dream was wild.

Anyways this life follows the typical Infinite Flow/Quick Transmigration format and has you traveling different universes to accrue points and well, survive.

While you’re out here suffering, YAN! LOVE INTEREST just immediately gets an S-rank due to his reincarnations and memories. You learn to hug the golden thigh and got back with him solely for the sake of staying alive.

Once you got to the same ranking as him you dump him to get with SECOND LEAD.

You underestimated how petty this man could be so in a last ditch attempt to have you in the end, YAN! LOVE INTEREST turns back time with the help of YAN! LOVE RIVAL to make you pay.

BUT THE PLOT THICKENS AS YOU DONT LOSE YOUR MEMORIES AFTER THE TIME REVERSAL.

AND IT’S JUST MIND GAMES AFTER MIND GAMES.

Anyways to HEAD-CANNONS !

Each character could look vastly different in each life but have identifiers you can point out from em. YAN! LOVE INTEREST always has red eyes that glow when he has menacing plans. They’re also unlike my other yan! oc eve are hella blank. super flat, reminiscent of kafka’s eyes in the opening of HSR. Also he’s usually a short king.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL always has purple/pink eyes. Is usually femme and has wavy hair. In comparison to LOVE INTEREST’s eyes, hers are always sparkly and full of life.

YAN! SECOND LEAD has blue eyes reminiscent of the sky. Fashion icon. You’ll never see him in crappy drip.

You can also pretty much identify them from their personalities. YAN! LOVE INTEREST is super flirty, often hypersexual and horny. He’s the most sadistic bitch I’ve ever written. He yearns for blood as much as he yearns to fuck you.

YAN! LOVE RIVAL is prissy, entitled and deliciously cruel. Somehow is always rich in every life, whether it’s new, old or lucky money.

YAN! SECOND LEAD is a clean freak. He usually either hates you at first or is indifferent. There’s actually a life where YAN! LOVE INTEREST confused him for you, and this led to YAN! LOVE INTEREST literally selling you to prostitution. SECOND LEAD saved your ass and you end up living happily together for the rest of that life as LOVE INTEREST was too busy dying out of guilt.

YAN! SECOND LEAD’s danger as a yandere mostly stems from how subtle it is. Manipulation king. Sometimes he doesn’t even know it, but he’s already making you hate the other two and come to him for comfort.

Have I mentioned how cute YAN! LOVE INTEREST is? He genuinely loves you to the moon and beyond, but because of the reincarnations he’d slowly gone insane. Your early lives together were diabetes inducingly cute. Mostly of him shirking his responsibility to be with you. If this post goes well I’m definitely drawing these three god im horknee for this man.

But for some reason despite literally having lives of experience fucking you (and him) as every gender/sex somehow YAN! LOVE RIVAL is the most physically compatible with you.

Honestly, if these three set aside their differences they’d make a great poly relationship with you. Unfortunately they hate each other too much for that to happen 😭

[verdemoun]

okay I loved the charles timewarp au but now I’m curious. If you haven’t answered this already, how would Arthur react to seeing Mary again after 1899? I’m so curious I love your stuff sm ugh

So mary probably wouldn't have been timewarped because i love her so much I want to believe she did move on from the heartbreak of arthur dying and lived a fulfilling life doing charity work as a wealthy widow (of mr linton) and using her ability to blend into high society to become a real voice for the voiceless in the memory of arthur and other outlaws. she would've passed away peacefully of old age and was adored and remembered fondly by hundreds and a school was named after her but HYPOTHETICALLY

she just fell into a depression and after jamie finished college and found the girl of his dreams and was happy with his life she just didn't really have a purpose for being anymore and quite literally died of a broken heart somewhere around 1905**

she isn't one of the people the gang would've thought to check the obituaries for so she would've in mary fashion kept calm and figured things out all on her own

on her persons she had a fair number of coins that would later sell for six figures. like she has $10 of coins in her purse but valued as mint condition collectables she easily had a million plus dollars in todays currency so getting a place to call home was easy while she figured out what the hell was going on.

she didn't immediately connect the dots of this has something to do with the VDLs and ran into isaac by chance

i headcanon that eliza sort of happened while mary and arthur were on a break because of her father's disapproval but mary was never angry about it because she knew she had no right to be bitter over arthur seeing someone else when he didn't know if they would ever get to see each other again (and eliza and arthur were never seeing each other like they were friends before having sex but having sex was a one time thing when they were drunk. isaac was raised by co-parents not a couple from the start)

but anyway mary recognized isaac and isaac recognized mary mostly from stories even though they'd met when isaac was real young so isaac put mary in contact with eliza who then put mary in contact with arthur

in a strange way the dynamic never changed. mary had enough money to be very comfortable in modern era while arthur is still living with hosea trying to be part of isaac's life like all arthur's different versions of himself are colliding in a very distressing way because he does love mary but it's never the right time

they kind of repeat that conversation they have in saint denis where they love each other and they will always love each other but even in modern era their lives never align quite right for them to be in love they're more platonic soul mates

it's so much more satisfying for them both to acknowledge 'this will never happen but i still care about you and want to be part of your life' than trying to make a relationship work while arthur has So much going on eg. helping other people who time warp adjust, still learning modern era, being part of isaac's life while isaac is very much a troublemaker with them damn outlaw genes, missing charles in the same way he thought he missed mary

but being with mary is different like arthur loves her so much but it's still so different to how he loves charles he truly deeply loves mary as a friend she will never not mean something to him but their dynamic the fun teasing at the theatre it just works so much better as friends meanwhile he misses charles romantically he can, has and will survive without mary but without charles it's like a part of him is missing too

mary gets in touch with annabelle and bessie who a) met her in early gang days as arthur's partner and b) have the most experience as women in modern era SO much has changed being a woman in 1900s to modern era and it's so positive mary isn't just a widow anymore she can truly be whatever she wants it's mainstream for women to go to college and higher education

the ladies in the gang in a way had more liberty than high society women like mary she would go absolutely feral realizing she can dress how she wants and banish the corset. she can do whatever she wants the ceiling is only glass not concrete

she becomes a renowned cultural conservationist whether it's art or books she's so passionate about preserving history so people learn from the past and its mistakes

she is free in every sense like socially she can be what she wants she can study what she wants she can have her own bank account and she's not waiting for arthur and arthur's not waiting for her their lives are only intertangled as friends

she catches up with the gang regularly because fellow 1899 survivors are hard to come by but she is very much her own woman. more importantly she's part of the ladies of 1899 gang which is when her, bessie, annabelle, grimshaw, karen, abigail and eliza (molly is invited but rarely comes) catch up they meet for brunch to talk about girl things like the patriarchy.

[reneesbooks]

wip intro/masterpost - the raedoran cycle

hi hello here it is. my baby.

genre: fantasy

pov: third person limited, with various narrators throughout

status: a series of 4 novels/stories, in various states of drafting

summary: in one night, Raedora is thrown into chaos. the royal librarian murders the queen and her youngest daughter with magic and flees, leaving behind the king and the crown princess to pick up the pieces. the princess spirals slowly into madness as her sworn shield tries to save her, terrified of her dead sister's prophecy.

two thieves in the capital set their sights on the crown jewels after attending the queen's coronation. but when one gets a little too reckless and catches the attention of the Mad Dog of Morbhard, their plans quickly go off the rails.

when their parents are killed in the Dragon Purges, two shapeshifters must hide amongst their killers to survive. one, a talented healer, tries to build a life that will be safe for them, but her little brother has his sights set on avenging their parents by murdering the queen that ordered their deaths.

a young witch is raised alone by her father, always in hiding, with strange dreams and visions of the future. when he dies of an illness even her magic can't heal, she must strike out on her own, searching for answers to the prophecy that has followed her for her whole life.

tag: the raedoran cycle

so originally this was one novel following multiple characters, but thanks to a minor plot bunny that greatly spiraled out of control (lacuna) it has become something much more. many of the four novels' events occur simultaneously, with their stories overlapping and intertwining as the character's lives do the same.

the knight of lacuna lake

Keelan: baby boy war criminal. he narrates the story as he tries to save Maura from herself.

Maura: the golden queen of Raedora. she lost half her family in 1 night and handed it incredibly well all things considered (no she didn't)

status: first draft finished(!!), shelved while it marinates and i work on the rest of the cycle. likely going to come back and edit it at some point but for now it is what it is

tag: lacuna

the thieves of morbhard

Arthur: master lockpick and ball of anxiety. he narrates his attempts to get Jack to notice him while also trying to steal the crown jewels.

Jack: cursed damned street rat. born on the night of the triple new moon and condemned to a life on the streets, he's got his sights set on stealing enough to get both him and Arthur out of Morbhard for good.

status: just barely starting to draft. fully outlined.

tag: thieves

the dragons of kiltide

Emilia: the only voice of reason around here. a talented healer fighting to protect her baby brother from both the persecution they face in their homeland and the Purges that killed their parents.

Fabin: teenage ball of rage. his parents died in front of him when he was 13 and he has been supremely chill about it since then and doesn't everybody sleep with their sword under their bed?

status: outlining with the occasional scene.

tag: dragons

the witch of the west

Birdie: a talented witch born under and blessed by the full silver moon. raised by her father in the woods after fleeing the witch trials, she is determined to understand and fulfill her prophecy. her strange dreams of dragons, thieves, and knights lead her to a search for the people who she believes will help her in her journey.

status: it's complicated. this where all the original material lives for the most part so it's outlined(sort of??) and i've been writing scenes for it but idk what the actual timeline of events is and i've changed a LOT since i started. so it's a frankendraft mess. we'll get there eventually.

tag: the witch

and that's it! that's my baby! i think about Them a lot these days.

taglist: ask to be added <3 @k--havok @theharpywrites

links:

lacuna wip intro/masterpost

salt and brine (in the same world but not necessarily relevant)

i will add more as things get posted but for now you can find everything for each story/character through the linked tags up above. i am always available to scream about my children :)

[thewingedbaron]

Ketheric Thorm- Understanding

HAD to write this after reading @mightymizora's amazing Ketheric piece. He's such an interesting character with his fall from grace. I think his journey mirror's the Dark Urge's nicely. Anyway, here's a little Ketheric angst.

As the child strode confident into the underground chamber, Ketheric finally understood. Their face, once so twisted with glee at the sight of war blood slipping over their fingers, now held only determination. When Ketheric had first seen it in the throne room, he had mistaken them as an ally. Even without their memory, stolen away by Orin’s foolishness, they had returned to aid the venture that they had begun. When he had met the child for a second time at the top of the tower, he had struggled to comprehend what had gone wrong. The harbinger of the Absolute, the knife behind the curtain, returned with an angel at their side. 

Not but a month ago, Ketheric had sat at a long, lavish table, drinking wine while the child before him had hung off Gortash’s arm. He could still hear their hollow laughter as they played at love, celebrating a heist well executed. A heist that could not have succeeded without the clever Bhaalspawn at their side. Ketheric now understood what happened when that knife was in the other hand. 

He had lived long enough, far too long in fact, to know that the child was special. A chosen of their father was rare enough since the Times of Trouble, but one that was so cunning, so ruthless, that was special, indeed. Without them, the idea of the Absolute was simply that. An idea. A dream. Without them now, it still might be such. Ketheric had known that kind of power once. Three times he had been the chosen of a god. Three times he had pledged himself to a master, each darker and more twistedly cunning than the last. He had always known in his heart that he was destined for great, terrible things. When he had first laid eyes on the child, he has assumed they were the same. But tonight, he was sure that he was mistaken. 

The Bhaalspawn that faced him now had once been destined for great things. But destiny was not a product of one’s birth. It could be twisted, changed, and broken. Despite the blood of a murderous god roaring their veins, the child had persisted, changed, broken. Orin had broken them, assuming that she could take their place. Ketheric, it seemed, was not the only one that was mistaken this night. 

Rather than crawl back to fulfill their destiny, the child had chosen anew. Ketheric could still see the bloody hunger in their eyes as they fought, but it was different now. Contained. Like a rapid dog restrained by a sturdy chain. They had been broken, as Ketheric once had, and like him they had emerged stronger for it. 

Ketheric laughed, blood bubbling between his lips as the child’s blade pierced his heart. Their plan had failed, damn them. He hoped Gortash and Orin died with the same surprised look on their faces when they met the lynchpin of their demise. But the child had one last surprise in store. As Kethirc looked into their face, his vision slowly darkening, he saw… pity. Pity for an old man, a general who had committed countless horrid acts. Pity for an enemy. Oh child, how you have changed.  As his body fell into Myrkul’s embrace, Ketheric smiled.

We are on the same path, you and I. He thought. The same path, yet we have chosen opposite directions. Myrkul's embrace rushed to meet him, and Ketheric Thorm was no more.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Would it be alright to submit a request? If you are not taking any right now, than feel free to ignore! I wanted to ask if you could write more from Brandon Heat and or Beyond the grave. Maybe both? Where the reader knows Beyond the grave as Brandon before he dies and now meets Grave? Maybe where Grave gets flash backs of the reader from his past life, however, the reader keeps their distance as they try to deal with their emotions?

Bones — Beyond The Grave

• Sypnosis || A man-made enigma whom once was a human you could so easily befriend.

• pairing || Grave/GN!Reader

• warnings || some divergent, slightly inaccurate medical information displayed, sloppy writing

• Note || of course! I’m happy to take a request to fulfill my bland life… lol. You didn’t specify what kind of piece you wanted, so I went with headcanons + a drabble :)

You had truly loved him, a precious and dear friend that you had cherised all your memories with. In spite of his position as a top sweeper in Millenion, Brandon Heat still found it in himself to be kind—to bring a silent kindness to be found later on.

So just how?… How did he just die so unexpectedly? There is no way that Brandon had betrayed the Code of Iron. Brandon was too kind! Too hurt to be brought pain that had already been embroiderd into his heart.

There was no way in hell this was possible, you thought you were dreaming. This whole thing must’ve been a nightmare all along, it simply had too be! Brandon would never betray Harry, they were the bestest of friends, not even yourself had come close to them.

To say you had a very broken heart for years upon years was an understatement, to be faced with his new identity after all this time was a shock.

You never expected this development, to be crashed down with his supposed death. And he was here? After all this time!

He didn’t remember you, only mere flashes from his previous life had given him some semblance of who you are. Instinctual as it is, for it had went the same with Mika, the daughter of his now deceased boss.

This wasn’t something you wanted to deal with, to see the face of a man you thought was dead for so many years—Grave who came from beyond the grave, and killed his own best friend. Karma you supposed.

You weren’t sure how you were gonna be able to fathom Grave’s existence, one of the strongest deadman you knew. The only deadman you know, and he was a shell of your former friend, Brandon Heat.

With a careful eye, you looked over to where Grave had sat, blood flowing into his veins from every tube. He seemed so unreal.

How he was truly here and existing… damn straight you didn’t even get how he can fight with the way he is.

“To protect.”

You had heard him murmuring that phrase once many times. Oh how can he do this to himself, once you had learned of how Dr. Tokioka had taken it upon his skills to renanimate Brandon Heat—now Beyond The Grave. You just still couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Now, you just wanted to keep yourself at a distance. Seriously given the thought, you could actually see him, touch him—made you shudder. A strange hand, whom you acquainted with very familiarity, laid on your shoulder as a means of reassurance.

“[Name], you are sure you want to be here? I understand his presence is strange.” Mika vocalized, assuming your worries from her viewpoint. As it would be, she was naturally attuned to one’s emotions once she had gotten to know someone as a friend or merely an acquaintance.

You nodded, “It’s no big deal, he can’t control the situation.” Waving her off, yet you still were disturbed. Mika’s brows knitted, lined forlorn to her noticeable look of concern coloring her tone.

“Still, say something. You don’t need to make yourself uncomfortable.” As always, she was a stubborn one. You could’ve thought she would’ve gotten it from Big Daddy, but it reminded you immediately of Brandon. How he could have a type of stubborn-passion, to be concerned for those he cares about.

Honestly it had brought a sense of peace to your mind, the way that Grave had taken Mika in and raised her himself —in a sense of course. It had reminded you that in a way, Brandon was still there.

A creaking groan interrupted the thoughts of those thinking, Grave seemed to be in considerable trouble as the monitors alerted the distress he has. “Oh no!” Immediately, Mika had went to work.

Mika zipped to the monitors, inspecting what the problem had been. It was the blood, there was congested blood cells that had made its way into his blood stream. Grave couldn’t handle diseased cells when he was in slumber.

You were a little shaken to say the least by the new developments, simply just standing there as you felt panicked, and a sense of hopelessness creeping its way into your body. You couldn’t do anything to help, you wouldn’t know what to do anyhow.

Mika had went to even further work, now ounce of hesitation in her stride as she had made steps to remove the diseased cells with a little help from a syringe she had kept in a nearby room, alongside her medical tools kept specially for Grave. She had injected a kinetic fluid to help remove the cells, you had just watched it all happen.

“Are.. you okay?” You asked aloud, walking up to Mika. She nodded with a slight smile, a little bead of sweat had dripped down her face. “No worries, he is fine.”

At her own words, she had paused and recognized your concern. “I’m fine too!” She smiled wiser. You nodded, brows furrowed as you looked at Grave.

He was still asleep.

Right, he was asleep still! Good, you didn’t think you could’ve handle him being awake at the moment. To be this close to his face.

His scarred increment, his lost eye.. Grave seemed impossibly so attractive. Even in the confines of his slumber.

Oh hell no, you weren’t about to catch feelings for him. Not again. You had thought, inching away from the seat Grave had resided in. You weren’t about to linger any longer.

Mika spoke out to you, “[Name]?” You looked at her wearily. She too had a weary look about her eyes, as she had looked your appearance in the eye, top to bottom. “You should get some rest at least.”

As ever, she quipped the earlier conversation. But now, you were considering it. “Ah, yeah. Sorry, you get rest too!”

Mika had a spark of surprise at your statement, “Yes.. guess you’re right too.” You nodded with a smarmy smile, laying a hand on your chest as you took a dramatic pose.

“Miss Mika, respect your elders!” You chuckled, she too nodded with a laugh. She was still so young, you were just aging, you almost felt jealous she had her youth.

“Yes [Name], I will not forget that.” Mika muttered, a forbearance of sarcasm in her tone as she matched your energy.

With a wave, you began making your turn to walk out and retreating to your makeshift room. “Alright, then. See you later.”

Mika nodded and waved you off, leaving you too your thoughts. You stifled a sigh, lingering about as you had made your way to your temporary home, your room. You weren’t too sure were too go with these new circumstances.

How to face him.

Grave, Brandon Heat? You were so sorry.

[illomilo]

sup gvng gvng it's jade n happy openin day 2 us all!! i've brought along kang hanna w the big, ginormous, inflated ego that takes up the whole room [kevin hart vc] damn!! she's ur v own blind spot skele who's v loosely based on alice in borderland's akane heiya!! she's also an ex-olympic hopeful in skeet shooting & only rlly survived the apocalypse bc of her older brother who's the actual olympic champ 🤡 anw if u would like 2 hear me blabber on ab hanna then pls find alla that under the cut but if u wanna get 2 the juicier stuff, hit that LIKE button n ill come rollin :~) also if u r a filthy d*scord user like me pls send me ur @ tq luv u mwah!!

generally the most important info is at the top so: taurus sun / aries moon / leo rising

anw her parents were both olympic hopefuls but they alw just missed the cut so after havin their career go nowhere, they eventually switched gears and became olympic coaches in shooting!! bc their olympic career died down they also decided 2 start a family n that's how haneul first came along, n hanna 4y later!!

but her parents nvr rlly gave up on that dream and they rlly projected their ambition onto haneul n hanna!! what this means is the kang siblings grew up w a v regimented, healthy lifestyle n was taught shootin @ a v young age to hopefully one day fulfil their parents' dreams

the both of them absolutely hated it n from this shared trauma of their parents being coaches first n parents second, they became super duper close n were each others' support system <3 practically raised each other atp

both of them were also honestly rlly talented at shooting ( espc skeet shooting ) but haneul was v clearly the better one, and bc he's older too, naturally his parents prep him for the olympics!! bc hanna is considerably younger, they kinda gave up on her to focus on haneul but don't feel bad for hanna bc she loved that shit

ended up goin a lil wild in sch aka doin wtv she wanted for once in her life including!! bullying!! she was a huge rascal honestly n the prob was that she could get away w wtv she wanted bc her parents frankly only cared ab haneul winning gold..... which he did in the 2016 summer olympics : ))) this boosted her popularity n ego in sch so she loved that shit too

haneul thought that winning gold would make his parents finally happy n that they would ease up but he was wrong!! they j wanted more n nth was ever going to be enough n that's when he realised that he was nvr gettin off this train so!! burnt out n all he sneakily released a statement on his instagram sayin that he is retiring n to avoid gettin his ass whooped, he ran off 2 his maternal grandparents place in busan!! bc hanna is super close w her brother, she kinda tags along cause 🖕 her parents

they're hiding out at their grandparents' place when outbreak day happens!! grandpa eats grandma n hanna shoots him n is traumatised by it, but then grandma turns into a zomb n haneul grabs her crying ass outta there n they bolt to busan qz per the govt's instructions

when things settle they get given their tasks n haneul becomes a blacksmith while hanna's assigned 2 b kitchen help!! hanna ofc hates this, is offended by this, loses interest in life bc of this, until fast forward to fireflies origins when haneul tells her that he's been recruited as a fireflies agent!! hanna realises that if the fireflies succeed in overtaking the kdrt, she will nvr have to look at dirty dishes stacked in the sink again so she signs tf up n picks up a gun for the first time in a long time!!

fireflies wins n hanna and haneul remain as fireflies agents!! this is rly bc a) haneul starts 2 rlly believe in the fireflies, b) hanna will b able to watch his back as an agent herself c) hanna does nawt wanna go back 2 the kitchen and d) they're both rly good at shooting so!!

things settle n haneul even finds love <3 then word ab div4 recruiting volunteers spreads n haneul, being the golden boy and olympian shooter, gets pressured 2 join!! n honestly, he would have in a heartbeat if not for his oopsie baby that's due in 8ish months!! no one knows ab it yet except hanna, but haneul feels torn ab fighting for a cause he genuinely believes in n not wanting to disappoint the fireflies, but also putting his life in danger so his kid may grow up without a father!! the night before div4 starts their mission hanna convinces him to let her join instead bc she wants to prove that she's more than just his sibling ( false she does not give a shit she knows she's top shit but it's the only way to guilt her brother into letting her do this for him ) but yes kids!! that's the story of how ur post-apocalyptic day mulan ends up in div4!!

thank u and more importantly sorry 4 makin u read alla that but !! ive also incl some plots below!! we can use them as startin points 4 our sick cool plots n threads 🤪

orite 20+ skeles line up them gen zs gotta unite!! also anyone who studied hs in seoul it wud b mighty cool for yall to b from the same hs

btw hanna n haneul, hanna is def the annoying one and haneul is rlly like the best most accommodating dude, dependable n mild-mannered, the man u bring home 2 ur parents so anyone who was mayb friends w haneul!! hanna n haneul didn't rlly share their friendships but bc of how close they are, it wouldn't be unlikely for u to have bumped into hanna at one point or another ( n maybe ur even like you are his sister?? damn yall r so different........ 1 is humble 1 is a peacock n yet that's also not the one who won the olympics huh weird )

on the topic of haneul i would love love love 2 have someone b related 2 haneul's girlfriend!! mayb her sibling or cousin or smth!! that would make hanna ur ( distant ) relative <3

also on the topic of haneul bc hanna cannot exist w/o him,, someone who was friends w haneul n not rly w hanna but yall see each other around a lot n mayb yall were both determined 2 volunteer for div4 then one day hanna appears from the shadows n is like don't put haneul's name down for him put mine instead n she tells u her super secret most brilliant plan that can only come from the descendent of einstein himself

hanna can get rly annoyin so mayb back when yall were fireflies agents on patrol she made a snarky comment ab the way u held a gun r u gna tolerate that disrespect!!!!

wud also b funny if back when the kdrt was ruling in busan qz n u were that bitch who were alw tryna sneak in seconds n hanna was like 🖕 refusing 2 help u out unlike the other kitchen hands bc she just didn't want to : )) kdrts rules sorry <3

yall were up in arms during the rebellion or mayb she even mistook u for a traitor / kdrt apologist n held u @ gunpoint until someone stepped in 2 clarify ur position

tw death wud also love 2 explore hanna's emotional side like ik her grandpa was a zomb but she still killed him n that shit haunts her......... mayb u idk found her crying on his birthday n yall had a heart 2 heart n now she's a lil awk around u bc she never lets anyone see her emotional side bc she doesn't have one she's Perfect lil miss can do no wrong <3

wud b cute for hanna 2 innocently crush on someone age appropriate <3 wud lov 2 see her flailing 4 once

also mayb yall dont know each other well n this mission is rlly the first time ur putting each others names 2 ur faces!!! will yall get along or argue?? crystal orb let us know!! 🧐

[ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter]

triscript lore (ORANGE VERSION)

whaddafuck happened to noelle???

(tw for religious things)

SO!!!!!! WHAT'S AN ANGEL???

angels are stars that were promoted (chess style!!!) after following a long path of many challenges and being deemed worthy by the last angel. the last angel "dies" symbolically and the new angel is her "reincarnation". stars look like female cervidae (DEERS AND STUFF IDK I LOOKED IT UP ON GOOGLE) monsters with typically light hair and once promoted they gain their wings, which start off as a cape you wear but eventually grow into actual wings. stars are born from a monster's hope, every monster has their own star. they're tasked with keeping the world in order and are basically gods but there's so many of them that the angel is the only one that matters. stars can die once their monster loses hope, but angels simply become (...something else i don't know lol) after their job as an angel is done. noelle was chosen as the 27th reincarnation of the angel (they don't "die" often lol) at the age of fourteen and her first mission was to fulfill the last angel's prophecy (a knight will start opening fountains, three soldiers have to banish them and save da world). she descended from the clouds and came to castle town and waited with ralsei for the third soldier to come. so they did silly friend thingz xD lol

sometimes she feels like she's not worthy of being the angel, the other stars deserved this more than her, she doesn't even know how to talk with normal people et cetera et cetera......😖

ralsei took a while to warm up to her, while he did appreciate the company the last thing he wanted was the constant living reminder of why he was alone for so long, so yeag. but eventually they became best friends hooray!!!!!!

he thinks the prophecy is extremely dumb and finding out THE ANGWEW AWWMIGHTY!!! wrote it made him a bit mad because he had to suffer, it made him stronger!!! it was soooo necessary for him to eat only cakes for twelve years because he didn't know how to cook anything else!!!!! it was sooo worth it to lose track of time and lose the ability to tell whether he was dreaming or awake!!!!!!! and now the angel is real too? and she's in his house? and she likes cake? that had to be some sort of sick joke...

but noelle is just doing what she was born to do, she's just following the rules. ralsei had to suffer alone, but it was for the greater good! either that or the world would have shattered!!

they're never going to agree on this, but they can still be friends. best friends forever and always. he was there when she cried about not feeling worthy of her title and she was there when he couldn't bring himself to water those damn flowers anymore. 👌

aside from being the angel (from church) noelle is basically just some random teenager with poor social skills. she likes singing and dancing and being silly and drawing cats (from ralsei's books) and twirling her hair in her finger thinking about the monster in ralsei's prophecy book. eventually she meets the monster from the book and while she expected more chivalry....... she is twirling her hair nonetheless

ralsei thinks she's so cool because she manages to be happy all the time, she likes watering flowers, she likes cake, she thinks repeating the same day over and over is relaxing, she can draw, she can sing, she's funny, she's so cool and he wishes they'd met earlier. maybe if he spent a few more years with her he wouldn't have turned out so tired.

aside from his prince boy struggles he's also..... A DARKNER!!!!! the lowest form of being!!! meant to serve those who serve those who serve angels!! he's kris's (GREEN) horn headband and thinks that being so connected to someone's dreams to the point that you look like their monstersona is almost insulting. they never even came to visit. they left him in a closet just like his kingdom left him in an empty town.

...but then he meets them and actually there's no reason to be mad at them. actually they're so cool. actually they also think the prophecy is stupid. actually they just lost him they didn't abandon him. actually they're leaving again and they think it was just a dream. so sad. he's alone forever in this world.

BUT!! jolly is his best buddy and after their confrontation in the prison floor (jolly wants him to stay because he thinks that if he lets them go he's going to be alone all over again and ralsei doesn't want to spend the rest of his life stuck in one place... again) he's like i have to talk to his parents they are clearly not being good with him. but jesting's so cool how can this be. and then he meets spamboss and it finally makes sense (HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM)

one day both ralsei and noelle are going 2 be happy....... and have tons of friends............... but they have to wait. and eat the same cake again

by the way...... susie's star............ it was noelle

[amewinterswriting]

15 Mutuals, 15 (+ bonus) Questions

Tagged by @space-cadead. I'm woefully out of the loop with how active most of my mutuals are, so if you see this, it's an open invitation to participate yourself!

Questions after read more for the sake of everyone's dashboard:

1. Are you named after anyone?

Both my given and middle name are for my maternal great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother. However, the name I find more interesting is what I wasn't named. See, my grandad loved the name Vincent. Even had it tattooed on him, and would have named his first-born son Vincent. Except he had two daughters. So he made my mum promise that if she had a son, she would name him Vincent...and I didn't come with a bio penis so I got a more feminine name instead. Given that I'm determined the family line dies with me, I don't think my grandad will be getting his 'descendant called Vincent' wish fulfilled, unless he doesn't mind a fictional Vincent in a future writing project? A book is kinda like a baby, right?

2. When was the last time you cried?

Probably December? Working retail at Christmas is really rough anywhere, but at a toy shop, it's very high pressure.

3. Do you have kids?

One very beloved tuxedo cat who is very happy to be an only child with no human siblings.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No, absolutely never. Not one single time in my whole life have I ever been sarcastic and sassy and I certainly don't have an entire t-shirt that claims that sarcasm is my second language. /s

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Any major difference that they have that's 'unusual' compared to most people. I'm very faceblind so I tend to use things like hairstyle, clothing choices or voice to reliably recognise people...though most people can and will change those things on a regular basis. Personally, I love more outlandish styles and hair colours - it makes life much easier for me!

6. What’s your eye color?

Green/brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, but make them work for it.

8. Any special talents?

I don't really feel like I have a particular talent for anything. I have plenty of creative hobbies, but I feel like anything I can make is the result of lots of mistakes and practice and research. But I'm willing to try my hand at lots of things: resin craft, pixel art, photography, lampwork (glass), papercraft, sound mixing, video editing...I'm very much the jack of all trades. The difficulty is staying with something long enough to finish a larger project.

9. Where were you born?

Rural Wales. If you point out any castles, standing stones or ruined abbeys within a hundred miles or so, I've probably been there!

10. What are your hobbies?

Naturally writing, and all the aforementioned creative hobbies, but also gaming. Big fan of interesting narratives and puzzle-based games.

11. Have you any pets?

My problem child, Blackadder the cat, who is both very smart and very silly, so I think he lives up to his name well.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I am very much not a sportsperson. In school, we were forced to play hockey and netball, but that was more years ago than I really want to admit...

13. How tall are you?

Somewhere a little taller than 150cm but not by that much.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I had an amazing Sociology teacher who loved challenging our expectations and showing us new cultures as best he could in a very rural Welsh school. His passion was truly infectious and I sincerely hope he's having an amazing life, wherever he is now.

15. Dream job?

Independently published (and moderately to wildly successful) author who is somehow entirely anonymous outside of their body of work.

16. Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos? 

There are so many different species of owls that I'm going to go owls. There are tiny little Burrowing owls, huge European owls, or the silent graceful Barn owls we're more likely to see in the wild near me.

17. What is your favorite soup?

Maybe not technically a soup, but I make a damn good chilli chicken ramen if I do say so myself!

18. What is your favorite…rock (idfk)?

Blue John is a very particular mineral found close to some of my family members and when it's cut and polished it's got a very beautiful blue/purple crystal structure. I've been down a lot of the different mines where it has been found, so I have a bit of an appreciation of the history and how the discovery and sale of it has influenced the local area for the better.

19. Choose a familiar: 1) very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever 2) a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurants 3) a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks

Raven. I can never decide on what to eat, and I feel like this would be a lot easier if someone just shouted the answer at me.

20. Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them? 

Jupiter. Why have you got so many moons, huh? Why do we only get the one? Ours is lonely, I think she needs a girlfriend. I think at least one of Jupiter's moons would be happier over here.

21. if you were a worm would you love me? this worm question courtesy of ✨ @/legiomiam✨

No, but only because I think I would be beyond the capacity for emotions more complex than 'this dirt is so moist and delicious, this is amazing'.

22. Least favorite type of clothing?

High heels. I never learnt to walk in them, and I care about my comfort too much to want to learn now!

23. You are now in a horror movie—so sorry. Chance of survival?

On the one hand, I'm an anxious mess who can't handle watching many horror movies. On the other hand, I do cope with IRL crises well at the time and then panic later. And I am handy with power tools. So I think I'll just manage to survive the worst, manage to hunker down with any other survivors and just when I think we're safe and I'm distracted, that's when the horrors will get me.

24. Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables?

Moustache. Take my 'what is gender?' vibes to the next level. And I'm tired of shaving my pathetic little wispy one away. I don't mind the facial hair, I mind that it's patchy and inconsistent!

25. What do you think of whales?

They're just chilling out in the ocean in their family groups and singing long-distance conversations with each other and I think we could learn a lot from that.

[writtenbyjos]

Spellbound: A Ghostly Tale Chapter, 5

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After a rather unsuccessful therapy session with the Doc, Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso belly laughed and smoothly glided out the door, opening it with their fists. They left James at his desk, head in his hands and papers scattered everywhere.

"Thank you Doc, for anothah fulfilling and enriching appointment that taught us absolutely nothin'!" Stretch said as he flew through the door.

"Sweet dreams Doc!" Stinkie waved.

"Don't let the desk-bugs bite!" Fatso smiled.

James just waved his hand without lifting his head or making eye contact. They all laughed and collected into the main parlor where they plopped down in sync onto a large purple sofa and turned on the TV. Stretch yawned and made a loud groaning sound. Stinkie popped his neck, his back then his knuckles and picked out some earwax out of his ear. Fatso scratched his stomach and belched, making the room shake.

"Seven and a half." Stretch said not looking away from the soap opera on the screen.

"What?" Fatso interjected, outraged. "That was clearly a ten! No hesitation."

"Not in this afterlife, you overgrown sack of flour." Stretched waved his hand half heartedly. "You break all the damn windows in the kitchen like Stink did back in '49, then we'll talk." He squinted. "Oy!" He yelled, pointing to the TV. "What the hell is Julia doin' back on the TV? I thought she ran off to Mexico with José to find her birth mother!" Stretch folded his arms and scoffed.

"Nah, you's thinkin' of Janice. See, she ran off with that blonde fleshie—what was 'is name…" Stinkie snapped his fingers trying to remember.

"Greg!" Fatso suggested.

"No, Greg was da one who was sellin' all that alcohol to those high schoolers and got himself arrested." Stinkie said.

"Oh yeah." Fatso said smirking. "What a guy! Jeremy?" He asked.

"Jeremy died two episodes ago when his drug dealer ran 'im over with the car!" Stretch yelled. "Don' ya remembah? The funeral was last episode and Kerri kept crying every five minutes."

"Shhh!" Stinkie slung his arm around his brothers' heads, covering their mouths with one hand and flapping the other excitedly. "I'm tryin' to listen!"

Stretch raised an eyebrow and removed his brother's hand slowly, but stayed silent. On the television, a man and woman stood in the small living room of a cabin in the snowy mountains, holding hands.

"But, Brad!" The woman said in an exasperated tone. "What'll happen to…" she looked at the camera dramatically. "…us?" She put a hand to her forehead. Suddenly a short man in a ski mask holding a bulging sack beat the door down and held out a gun.

"Oh, no!" Brad said pointing to the masked villain. "It's the man with the gun!"

"This plot is too predictable," Stretch said, unamused, lighting a cigar.

"Shhh!" Stinkie said again, making a face at his brother and glueing his eyes back to the screen.

"Who are you?" The woman said flipping her hair. The man pulled off his ski mask to reveal a handsome, blonde-haired fellow with blue eyes. The woman gasped and fell to the floor.

"Her twin brother Harold?" Fatso gasped, putting a hand over his gaping mouth

"My twin brother, Harold?" She whined.

"Goddamn," Stinkie emphasized.

"I KNEW IT!" Fatso rose immediately pointing at the television.

"Okay wow, I didn't even see dat comin'," Stretch laughed, one arm griping the sofa and one hand raising his cigar to his mouth. "She bettah get that nice blonde ass o' her's movin' or she's gonna be buttered toast," he raised his eyebrows.

"I told you's guys he wasn't dead!" Stinkie threw his hands in the air. "I always had a feeling about that pipsqueak."

"Speakin' a' which," Stretch looked around. "Casper!" Within moments Casper poked his head through the stained glass, parlor double doors.

"Yes, Uncle Stretch?" He asked quietly.

"Go fetch today's papah and make it snappy. Don't make me wait around so long, eh short-sheet?" He grinned his teeth together.

"Like always, Uncle Stretch." Casper sighed.

"Ya wanna run that by me again, bulbhead?" Stretch snapped.

"Nothing, nothing." Casper reassured, rolling his eyes behind their backs. After he disappeared from view, Stretch turned to his two brothers.

"Look at dat, boys!" Stretch said. "No respect for the head honcho." He shook his head. "I mean look at us!" He rose up and turned off the television.

"Hey what gives?" Stinkie snapped. "I was in the middle o' dat!"

"It's a soap opera for christ's sake! We should be out terrifying souls, making people wet themselves, scaring 'dem fleshies silly!" He placed his hands on his hips sternly. "Boys we—we've lost our touch." Stinkie and Fatso gasped.

"No," Fatso gasped.

"Yes!" Stretch whined.

"But how—?" Stinkie questioned.

"We gone soft! Two fleshies livin' in our place! And a third one one the way! That's three whole bags o' bones suckin' our air and eatin' our food."

"But Stretch you's said just the othah' day that you love the Doc like our own brothah!" Stinkie said jabbing a finger at Stretch's chest.

"I ain't nevah—" Stretch furrowed his brow.

"Yeah, yeah. An' Kat—" Fatso stood up and cut off his brother. "She runs all the errands for us! She got your special cream that you like to put on when—"

"Alright, ALRIGHT!" Stretch snapped, the windows shaking a little. "That's private." He tapped his cigar and ashes fell to the floor one by one. He was slowly turning red as a tomato. "Just look at you two's! You being all lovey dovey with fleshies!" He put his hand on his hip.

"Sure the Doc is a-okay, and Kat's—eh," he twirled his cigar between his fingers. "But three whole fleshes takin' ovah our territory? That's crossing some lines, that is." He said.

"Come on, we're still scary!" Fatso interjected.

"Oh yeah?" Stretch said, squinting.

"Yeah!" Fatso said confidently.

"When was the last time we actually scared a fleshie?" He asked smirking.

"Uhh," Fatso frowned.

"I got it!" Stinkie said. "Last Wednesday that Mormon came to our door," Stinkie laughed. "Yeah, yeah! You remember the look on his face?" Fatso cackled and pushed Stinkie on the shoulder. "Good day," he said puffing his chest as a pair of circular glasses appeared on his nose. "Have you heard the good word of our Lord and savior—DEMONS, DEMONS, DEMONS!" Fatso bulged his eyes and laughed along with Stinkie. Stinkie held out a pretend cross and held it up.

"By the grace of Zeus, be gone foul demons!" Stinkie got on his knees and laughed so hard tears came from his eyes.

"Yeah nice work boys." Stretch scowled. "We scared one bible beater back into heaven." Stretch frowned.

"We got not one, not two, but three fleshies livin' in our home, boys!" He snapped. "Whataya call that huh?"

"Hospitality?" Fatso shrugged.

"No, you idiot!" Stretch folded his arms and rose from the couch. "It means we gone soft!" Stretch closed his eyes and lifted a first to his chin, stifling a few pity sniffles. "Never thought I'd see the day."

There was a moment of silence as he let his brothers mull this over.

"Here you go Uncle Stretch—" Casper flew into the room with a newspaper in his small hands. He paused and floated in the air making a face.

"Great timing, pipsqueak," Stretch muttered.

"Do you still want the paper…?" He asked quietly.

"Of course I want the damn papah!" He snatched it from Casper's hands, made it into a roll and slapped him up across the head. All the of the ghosts laughed and pointed. "At least we're still good at one thing…" he smirked. "And the yard needs dirtyin', go make yourself useful and scatter some leaves or somethin'. Now get outta here, short sheet!" Stretch snapped, blowing a puff of smoke into Casper's face.

"Second hand smoke kills people—especially children-everyday, Uncle Stretch." Stretch cackled lightly.

"Well it's a good thing you're already dead, ain't it?" He said quietly.

"Yeah, lucky me." Casper said rubbing his head and dusting off his nose. Stretch squinted and scowled.

"Get outta here, go on scat!" He ushered Casper out of the room and began eyeing the paper for his weekly crossword puzzle. He ran his slim fingers through the pages and yawned. Stinkie and Fatso had turned on the television and resumed their soap opera.

"She's breakin' Brad's heart!" Stinkie sobbed into Fatso's shoulder and he shook his head consoling Stinkie.

"That good for nothin' two timer!" Fatso shook his fist at the television.

"Eh, quiet down ova there I'm doin' my crossword puzzle." Stretch said behind the paper.

"Yeah, all two words!" Fatso and Stinkie laughed to themselves.

"Hey shut up the two of you's!" Stretch quickly lowered the paper and spat. "I'll have you know I found almost five last week!" He squinted raising the paper again.

"'Toins out dat 'glozzom' ain't a word…" he said sheepishly. He readjusted his position on the couch, but this time, didn't go back to his crossword puzzle. He had found something much more interesting. His eyes glazed over the "Social Events" column and grinned.

"Hey, hey, whata we have 'ere?" He said slyly. He saw a picture of families gathering around town hall carrying pumpkins and jumping into leaf piles.

"Lookie 'ere boys," Stretch said turning off the TV. "Hey, Jessica was just about to kill Jordan with the golden shovel her father gave 'er!" Stinkie yelled.

"Get ya asses ovah 'ere!" He pulled them in a showed them the article.

"Oh, the annual Harvest festival," Stinkie said in a slimy, smooth tone. "Oh boy, oh boy it's a masquerade pahty dis year." Stinkie said rubbing his hands together.

"There'll be tons of suckers just waiting to be scared outta their minds." Stretch said grinning.

"Not to mention a buffet," Fatso licked his lips and rubbed his stomach.

"Boys, I think we're back in business." Stretch said eyeing his brothers and blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "Time we reclaim our title."

Kat and Lucy barged through the front doors of Whipstaff Manor and slammed them shut with their backs. They both slid down to the floor and closed their eyes. Kat put a hand over her head and Lucy laughed, out of breath from running up the driveway.

"Wow," she said her mouth hanging open.

"Yeah." Kat eyed Lucy and thumped her head against the wooden door. "Safe to say I can't ever let you out of the house again?" She asked.

"Hey that girl was being really rude! I couldn't just sit there!" Lucy said standing up. She held out her hand for Kat.

"I'm used to it by now, Lucy," she said taking Lucy's hand. "Do you know how many schools I've gone to? How many houses I've lived in over the years? The rumors that went around about me? I mean when your dad is a therapist for dead people you're giving them a lot of room for insult."

"Well that doesn't mean you've got to take it," Lucy slumped her shoulders.

Casper zoomed in. "Where were you guys?" Kat and Lucy looked at each other.

"We were having some milkshakes…" Lucy said slowly. "And maybe, possibly, by accident I dumped them all over our waitress…" she smiled innocently. Kat folded her arms and shook her head.

"No way! That's so cool!" Casper held up his hand. "High four!"

Lucy enthusiastically jumped to hit Casper's hand but stumbled, going right through it.

"Oops, sorry," Casper grimaced and smiled nervously. "I keep forgetting I'm made of air."

Lucy stood up gingerly and brushed herself off.

"Say, Kat!" Casper flew around her happily. "Check this out!" He handed her the newspaper. "Page eight," he smiled looking over her shoulder.

"The annual Harvest Festival will be up and running on October fifth, a great way to spend a Saturday filled with family fun." Kat read aloud. "And at midnight, a masquerade party under the stars." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Casper I don't know," she sighed.

"Come on, Kat! You promised!" He said. "This would be a great way for Lucy to get out of the house!"

Lucy sheepishly rubbed her arm. "Casper, don't you think it'd be a little weird for people to see me walking around with a complete stranger and a white cloud? Not exactly the kind of attention I'd want to attract." She chuckled and folded the paper.

"No, no, listen," Casper said. "I had a brilliant idea! I could turn invisible or better yet, I could wear a full body costume! No one would know the difference! Plus, you know I'm a good dancer."

Kat blushed and looked away.

"Life of the party! Er—death of the party?" Casper shrugged. "Come on, please?I've been dying to get out of this old, dusty, barn," he clasped his hands and held them to his cheek. Kat sighed.

"Oh, all right." Casper did a back flip in the air.

"Yes!" He cheered. "Thank you, Kat!" He said flying around her. "Lucy?" He stopped and looked at Lucy with large, hopeful blue eyes.

"I mean, what's a Harvest Festival without a witch?" She giggled.

"Come on, let's go find a costume!" Casper yelled. He headed straight out the door and Kat looked at her watch. "3…2…1…" she counted. They heard Casper sigh from outside the door.

"Oh right," he floated back into the closed doorway and chuckled nervously. I forgot—got too excited."

"Let me grab my wallet," Kat jogged up the stairs. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," Lucy called after her.

"NO!" They jumped when they heard Fatso cry from the parlor in the next room.

"Haha, you owe me ten bucks, puddin' belly!" Stinkie yelled.

"I told you's not to trust that bastard, Brad! He's a two faced liar!" Stretch snapped. Lucy sighed and glanced at Casper with worried eyes.

"I have a bad feeling," Lucy said. "What if…" she looked at the parlor door again.

"Oh, don't worry. They've actually calmed down a lot since you came here." Casper said. "They're not gonna show up. They're too busy with that soap opera to notice anything!"

Kat and Casper began cracking up. Lucy joined in, nervously, but her gut was telling her something else entirely.

[eurofox]

Yakuza 5 review

This game is a marathon in itself. It’s just so fucking big and it goes on for so long that I started to lose track of characters and what was happening. Better gameplay wise than the previous 2 games so that kept me going.

Anyway, Spoilers:

The good shit:

The combat has improved again, excluding saejima, who feels nerfed compared to 4. I just didn’t get the same feeling this time.

Some new places at last. Most were pretty good

Shinado actually being broke, felt stressful as it should.

Snowmobile bit was fun

Fighting a bear

Plenty to do.

Kiryu’s polite taxi driving and car races were a lot of fun.

I didn’t mind Haruka’s part, it made a nice change (and a brief relief from the random encounters)

That drum game in the arcade is addictive

Daigo actually gets to do something on his own for once without fucking it up. And also reveals a bizarre obsession with baseball

Watase is great character, glad he’s still in the series.

The funny costumes. A male character getting an outfit where his whole arse is nearly out is a first for me

Sonic music playing in shops

I was ready to hate Shinado, an adult entertainment reviewer and baseball player, 2 things I couldn’t give less of a shit about? I was cringing but damn, he won me over. One of the most likable characters, in a game that’s pretty heavy at times. His buddy adventure with his loan shark was great. Gets to kick the shit out of Daigo when he was only trying to help him, level 1 thug vs level 100 Mafia boss. His story wrapped up nicely

Akiyama and Haruka teaming up to solve a murder was cool.

Akiyama dance off

The music for Daigo’s fight is so cool, shame it’s not on spotify

That brutal stomp scene

The way they portrayed Kiryu being depressed and miserable was well done. He’s just fucking HAD IT at this point and you can feel it.

Kicking the whole Tojo clans ass

I liked Akiyama vs 100.

Akiyama feeling the effects of smoking

Choosing your character for some fights (lbr, who picked saejima)

The Bad shit:

The encounter Rate in this game in INSANE. Thugs everywhere, thugs in the closet, thugs under the bend, thugs falling from space, thugs calling more thugs, thugs, goons, thugs, goons, thugs, hooligans, thugs, punks, thugs, ruffians, thugs AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH.

Saejima’s stupid city, why can’t I cross the damn road.

Baba is annoying as fuck. Kept forgetting he was there. Should have left his ass on the mountain.

The kidnapping of that guy from the manhole is the stupidest thing to EVER happen in the series, and that is saying something.

Soundtrack in this game in general is ok, but one of the more forgettable ones. Only 6 is worse.

Game in general is very bloated, victim of it’s own ambition. Hunting section just goes on way too long.

Park making kiryu give up his orphanage. We never see his successor either.

The whole shite about ‘dreams’. Felt annoying and forced, especially with Haruka trying to fulfill park’s dream. They literally put the publi’cs life at risk for that dumb idol concert. How did they know it’d be a sniper and not a bomb? She fuck’s it all up anyway, couldn’t wait til after, I’d be pissed if I had a ticket. Did she even wanna be an idol? It never seemed like it.  Also, Daigo’s dream was a baseball team in highschool he wasn’t even on playing a final? really? Lame.

Why are all the idol fans middle age men. Imagine Little Mix having all men in attendance. Weird as fuck. Also that weird creepy fan everyone is suddenly ok with cos he gives them info. like what. And all her stalkers. Left a bad taste.

Clones in the audience at the concert.

Park is infertile after an abortion and then dies just as she gets some character development. ya ok.

Majima being Parks husband is weird. They go nowhere with it cos she dies so it’s a bit, ‘what was the point of all that?’

I thought Saejima getting a family would shake things up in the Tojo. But nooooooooo, he just loves going to prison. And for some vague bullshit reason too. This section was just a re-tread of 4. And that imagination scene can fuck off.

I don’t get baseball and found all the stuff about it boring and hard to follow.

Uggo with the flat ass gets the unnecassary nude scene. Meh.

How did nobody recognise the Omi alliance chairman pretending to be a cop. He was clearly evil, didn’t even get a name til the reveal.

That rooftop fight to draw out the baddie was so dumb. C’mon guys.

Nobody warning Daigo about a goon with a gun coming behind him. You were looking right at him FFS!

Daigo and co not going to check up on kiryu after he fights the last boss. My man stumbles back to the city bleeding out all the way from Tojo HQ and is only found by chance.

Kiryu in 4 said he was done running away from responsibilty, but is ignorant as fuck to daigo and seems blasé for awhile when he goes missing and is possibly dead. I get he was depressed but it seems OOC.

The morinaga and aizawa bollocks. Morinaga literally dies off-screen, and stays dead. What an anti-climax. Aizawa being like ‘IDK’ when asked why he’s the final boss is kinda funny though.

Shinado’s fight style is hard to use.

Everyone male looks so haggard in this engine. I get Kiryu as he’s not in a good place. But Daigo is only 36 but looks decades older, must be the stress of being a cringe fail boss. Women still look a bit android like, pores are for men only.

I really liked this game, probably slightly more than 4. But it’s so huge that it can get overwhelming and I was so spent by the time I reached the finale.And the 5D chess Daigo, Omi guy, Katsuya and Majima are at can be hard to wrap your head around. It’s a good game to return to though as there’s so much variety.

[backjustforberena]

Man, I would LOVE the private letters between Aemon and Jocelyn. Or just anything more about that time. The fact we don't even know when Jocelyn died haunts me. It's like as soon as Baelon's family became the prominent one, the rest were discarded and deemed unimportant by historians. This is why we don't get anything about Rhaenys from her being cast aside to Viserys's death, apart from her children dying. We don't have all the details on her courtship with Corlys, on her wedding, on raising her children or her relationship with court or her cousins. Nothing. We don't even get her feelings in regards to the GC. My pet theory is that Rhaenys either learns to hide her emotions from gossips, or the Maester on Driftmark is just super loyal and won't tell a soul.

It's clear enough that Aemon loved his wife and he loved his daughter. He names his daughter after a conqueror, his mother is going about calling her their Queen to Be, he never has another child, he lets her marry the man that she wants to marry (which hardly ever happens in Westeros) and he was going to be a grandfather when he died and was SUPER EXCITED FOR IT. And then the man was cut down by tragedy. And his daughter never gets to uphold his legacy. She doesn't even get DRAGONSTONE, never mind the Iron Throne. She gets nothing from her father at all, except a dream she can't fulfill.

NGL, Rhaenys had a super strong position though. Valyrian and Andal blood in her veins. She was dutiful, she was educated, she was fierce. She was a dragon-rider and she was fertile and she was rich af. She had the Velaryons and Baratheons on her side: two of the fiercest allies of the Crown, since the days of the Conqueror she was named after.

But, guess who was fighting for Granddad when Granddad passed her over? Both Corlys Velaryon and Boremund Baratheon. Funny that. Jaehaerys took her birthright away from her when her strongest male allies (one of whom would have been in the Small Council) were away and unable to vouch for her. Alysanne wasn't a part of the discussions either, that we know of. Baelon was named in public, when he was on a PR high (thanks, smallfolk), so Baelon could not refuse and no one would go: hang on, what about the previous heir's child?

Heck - we don't even know where Rhaenys was when this is all going on. She was on Driftmark when her father left for war. She would be ruling Driftmark in her husband's stead, in all likelihood. Rhaenys was blindsided, I swear. And he does this to her when she's just lost her father and she's pregnant.

If Aemon hadn't died, Jaehaerys obviously couldn't have done a damn thing. Aemon was Prince of Dragonstone. When Jaehaerys would have keeled over, Aemon would have been made King and his daughter and heir would have been made Princess of Dragonstone. That is how it could have been, and should have been. Who would have challenged her? Rhaenyra got screwed because she had half-brothers, you think Baelon's boys would have lifted a finger? A cousin? Not a chance.

Oh, the future we could have had. Literally, Jossy and Aemon were called "the future of the realm" at their wedding. He would have been 48 when crowned. Rhaenys would have followed, and made a damn good Queen, and Corlys would have been a pretty fine King Consort as well.

And you can forget all of this Dance nonsense.

@backjustforberena

EXACTLY. He’s the only one who names his daughter after a conquerer (Rhaenyra attempts it with Visenya, but she’s the only one!) and he only has ONE child his whole life, even though there’s nothing to suggest Jocelyn couldn’t have more kids. That doesn’t seem, at least to me, like a man who is content with his claim passing to his younger brother and nephews, but a man who attempted to take steps to ensure his daughter’s claim would not be questioned. Genuinely, it seems like he did what most of the fandom was screaming at Viserys to do which is refuse to have kids that would challenge Rhaenys’ claim and purposefully foster unity between Rhaenys and any boy who might steal her claim (as in, he raises Rhaenys alongside Baelon’s kids and his younger siblings in KL for some time).

I wonder what his thought process throughout all of this though. Why he decided on Rhaenys - was Jocelyn’s pregnancy very difficult or was she maybe traumatized from stories of her own mother’s death and he agreed not to put her through another pregnancy, after watching Alysanne get forced through several life threatening pregnancies? (bc Gael is not only born before Aemon dies, she was likely raised right next to Rhaenys, Daemon, and Viserys). Does he figure he’ll let Jaehaerys say what he wants but once he’s king, he’s making Rhaenys princess of dragonstone? Does he even suspect Jaehaerys is planning to usurp Rhaenys before he’s killed, because he definitely should have! Rhaenys getting married to Corlys with Jaehaerys’ blessing is sooooo sus because he uses that as part of the reasoning to keep her from the throne, but Aemon is alive when they marry!!!

There’s just too many questions it drives me crazy!!!! Aemon you are THIRTY SEVEN. you went EIGHTEEN YEARS and had ONE CHILD and it was a GIRL and didn’t ONCE look at your dad and go “if you give this shit to viserys over rhaenys is2g i’m possessing caraxes and lighting this place UP old man” OR “haha i also think women are weak and feeble minded, you should make sure baelon & viserys gets the crown over rhaenys bc i’m not having any more kids” like GYLDAYN WHY DO YOU ONLY GIVE ME INFORMATION ON THINGS I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT. GIVE ME THE PRIVATE LETTERS BETWEEN CROWN PRINCE AEMON AND HIS WIFE JOCELYN BARATHEON DAMMIT.

[hollowisthyname]

ok ok this is probably dumb but i gotta get it out there because i have lots of thoughts and if i don't say them my brain will bother me about it forever so :

earlier today i saw a post about how much darker ride the cyclone could've been- the kids still having their injuries from the fall , having to do the songs and choreography because karnak makes them but having it hurt them and eventually they all just collapse from pain and exaustion- and while that's an amazing concept for a much sadder version and i can tell it would be absolutely DEVASTATING to see performed it also got me thinking about how different that would be from the actual show and the reason they're all there in the first place .

karnak brought them there because , in his own words , he wanted to let them express not who they were perceived to be , but who they dreamt they were . this was his gift to them- "a eulogy" , he says , to these kids unfairly torn from the world before they got a chance to fulfill those dreams . and as he assures ocean after her "catchphrase" , their will is still entirely their own . they choose the songs they sing , not one of them is forced to . he was ready and willing to let ocean concede without singing at all (although i suppose that could've been because he knew she would never go through with it at that point) , and apart from her initial catchphrase , none of the kids object to having some of their moves choreographed . as another post points out , he even lets them do some of their own , unchoreographed , dancing during sugar cube . and all in all , they're happy to have had the chance !! they all get to know each other so much better over the course of the show , and ricky even gets his abilities to walk and speak back so he can better communicate to the others what he wants to say . and of course , penny gets her memory back and is able to live out the rest of her life . it's amazing that even one of them was able to come back like that , and everything that lead to that point helps them all realize things about each other , and life , and death , that they otherwise would never have known .

....i got kinda off topic there . i guess my point is , the "competition" for reincarnation was a gift to the kids , not a curse . it was a way to let them say the things they had always wanted to , and learn lessons they never had the chance to learn in life . to change it to something they were being forced to do , something that was hurting them- that would change the point of the entire show .

ride the cyclone can seem very dark at first- and it is , of course , that is a part of it . but at its core , it's a very optimistic show , and i think that's a big part of what defines it . and karnak , while he can be very sarcastic and mess with the kids (especially ocean , though to be fair she usually deserves it) , is ultimately just .... a lonely guy who knows more than is good for him . and instead of using his power over life and death to manipulate and control the kids for his own entertainment , he gives one of them the chance at life and all of them the chance to express themselves the way they wanted to be seen .

it's optimistic because it says that even though these kids died in a tragic accident , they still have another chance to learn and grow . that's what makes this show what it is , and i love it so damn much . it's hopeful , it what it is , and it's really impressive how they managed to make a story about kids who died in an accident have so much hope ingrained into it . it's contradictory in the most beautiful way , and i wouldn't change it for anything .

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (11)

What the shit is this text limit thing? Someone tell me how to get around it.

Edit: I think I fixed it

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)-(Part 10)

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Jason came up with the idea for a bucket list of what Maria wants to do before experiencing death for a second time.

The other Bat kids pitched in some ideas. Maria got one of Jason’s old Red Hood helmets for them to put suggestions on on slips of paper and she read them out one by one if it would go on her official list or not. (Some of them might have been from Bruce but no one is really sure.)

“Visit Hawaii. This is definitely from Duke. So cliche for a bucket list.”

“I am just saying B is a billionaire and you are a millionaire yourself. A trip to Hawaii is easy for you. You can even buy your own island if you wanted to.”

“Good point. Buy a private island.” Maria wrote it down on her list.

“I call dibs on the island.” Stephanie said.

“I will leave the Buginette Isle to my dear sister/friend Stephanie Brown in my will.”

“Come on. I gave you the idea. Not fair.” Duke complained.

“Fine, you get 45% of the island since you give the idea but Step called dibs first so she gets the other 55%.”

“What are you kids doing?” Bruce said as he got back home from WE with Tim in tow.

“Maria is going to leave 55% of her new island to me and the rest of it to Duke in her will.”

Maria picked another one from the pill bucket.

“Prank Ra’s. Yes. Definitely going on the list.”

“No.”

“Come on, B. I have done it like a dozen times before. One more for old times’ sake. It’s not like it’s going to hurt the guy.”

“You did what before? When?”

Cue Maria retelling some of the pranks she had pulled on the Head of the League of Assassins over the years.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why am I not surprised? Just don’t get caught.”

“Promise. Thank you, B.” Bruce grunted before going in search of some aspirin.

“Next one. Hide and Seek in IKEA? Sounds fun.” (*wink*)

“How about this one? Steal the Batmobile and enter a drag race with it.” Tim read. “This has Jason written all over it.”

“On the list. Next one, Buy, with the ‘me’ crossed out, a peacock. Alright, one peacock for Damian Wayne.”

“Yes! I mean..tt whatever.”

“Take good care of Marin the peacock when I am gone, okay?”

“Because such a magnificent animal deserves the best that I can accept this condition and Marin is an adequate name for a peacock.”

“Why, thank you, Damian. Name it after one of the best people I know. Right, try skinny dipping. No. Never. Absolutely not. Who suggested this?”

“It was me.” Stephanie admitted. “Do it you coward.”

“Nope. Next one. Beat the highest free-falling record. Bet. How high is the current one?”

A while later,

“Waffle eating contest. Steph, yes, I will do this. Steal one thing from each of the Justice League members. All of them?”

“No, just the core members.”Dick said, “Maybe from the Titans. And the Young Justice. And the Outlaws. Not us though.”

“I can do part of this with this next one. Steal Kypto and hide him from the Supers. Isn’t that Superman’s dog?”

“Yes.” Tim answered

“Okay, I think we are nearly done with this list. Oh, I nearly forgot.” Maria said as she scribbled her next thing for her very long bucket list.

Jason read over her shoulder, “Fulfil lifelong dream of owning a hamster and naming it-”

The alarm for when an Arkham breakout happens rang on everyone’s phone.

“Damn. We can finish up later. Thanks for today, guys.”

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Jason and Maria go coffin shopping like shopping for a new car and slowly freaking out the coffin maker. Maria, lying in a coffin: I mean this one is nice but I feel like there is something missing. Jason: What about your old one? M, gets out of the coffin: Jason, I was 16 when I died. J: So? M: It means it won’t fit me anymore. I have grown a lot taller since then. Also I punched my way out so there is a hole in it. I don’t want any dirt touching my corpse. J: You punched your way out? That’s gotta hurt. M: Not everyone was buried with a belt buckle. If you recall, I was wearing a dress. A nice one but it had no belt buckle. Maybe I should have some brass knuckle when I am buried. They continue looking. M: Do you think I should custom order one where it opens up from the inside? J: Go for it. Have fun digging through 6 feet of dirt. M: Son of a bitch, I forgot about the dirt. J: I think I saw Timmy once drew some designs for coffins when one of us has to fake our deaths and be buried alive to sell the act. M: You think he can help? J: Let’s go ask him. M: Sure. I can’t find what I want here anyway. Coffin Maker as they leave: Fucking rich people.

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Everytime, Mari and any of the Bats who get into trouble along with her, Hell-bat pulls out the ‘I am dying soon and this was on my bucket list’ card on Batman. Batman just sighed and let them off the hook.

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Harley: Kid, you know that I have done some crazy stuff but this is one of the craziest activities I have participated in.

M: My last funeral was shitty. I wanted to plan my own funeral this time.

Ivy: So why are we doing this exactly?

M: Oh, right, I haven’t told you guys yet. Once I get my revenge on the dick who made my life hell for years, the universe will send me back to where I am supposed to be.

H: Oh. Yea, where’s that, sweetie?

M: The Afterlife.

Selina: You are dying? Again?!

Ivy and Harley: Again?!

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“Todd-Wayne, please tell me that you are joking?!” Chloe shrieked in disbelief “But I thought you said that the spell was what brought you back.”

Kagami was trying to calm a distressed Chloe and still processing the information that her first friend was going to die. Again.

Luka put a hand on her shoulder, “Tell us it’s not true, Melody.”

Alix stayed quiet through the entire exchange.

“Alix, say something. Tell her to stop pranking us.”

The Rabbit wielder just looked away from everyone’s gaze. She looked unusually sombre as she said softly, “It’s true, Chloe. Maria. She has to go back after Gabriel is done. That was the deal and Fluff explained it to me. It involved a lot of talk about balance, the scales tipping from creation to destruction and it being maintained.”

“Bullshit. If that were true, Maria would still stay here with us. To celebrate that scumbag’s defeat together. But the moment that no-good spineless butterfly man meets his due, Maria has to go. It’s not fair. It’s just ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.”

Chloe throws her one of her infamous tantrums while the others try to calm her down from it.

It was hours later after many tears were shed, pillows and other objects were thrown, shouting that all of Paris probably heard, the group was found in a human pile on the ground. Simply hugging each other for what might be the last time they would see their dear friend again.

“Guys, I have to go.” Mari said as she tried to pry off a sleeping Chloe’s grip of steel so she could head back to her room to sleep. To her surprise, Kagami took her hand and rested her head on Mari’s shoulder. “Stay with us for a little while longer, Mari-hime.”

Alix and Luka nodded in agreement. “Just for a while longer, Melody.”

“Who knows it might be the last time we will see each other again.”

“Okay.” Maria sighed and smiled, “Just a little while longer.”

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“Pixie? What are you doing up here?”

“Today’s the big day.” Mari tried and failed to sound excited about the prospect of Gabriel Agreste finally meeting his doom. “Last time I will ever see the sun rise in Gotham like this.”

They were on the roof of Wayne Enterprise.

Red Hood sat next to Hellbat and wrap his arm around her shoulder.

After a moment of silence, “I will miss you, Pixie.”

“I will miss you too. You big sentimental oaf.”

“I am trying to have a nice moment with you here. Since it’s like your last day or something.”

Maria softened at that, “Hood, no. Jay, (insert sentimental declaration. Reminder that he still has the rest of the Batfam and he doesn’t have to grief alone. Extract promise of not doing anything stupid.) I don’t want to see you on the other side any time soon. Now, shut up and watch the sunrise with me.”

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Gabriel at the other side of the world was on edge. He hadn’t slept at all last night, willing Natalie to turn back a minute before sunrise.

But that didn’t happen and he knew that Doomsday was upon him.

Over the past few days, he had grown incredibly paranoid and try to find ways to escape his supposed ‘fate’. He wondered how Ladybug was planning to bring about his downfall.

Natalie watched her boss with worry in both human and bird form as he came up with possible ways his ‘downfall’ might go.

(insert that meme with guy with a crazed look in his eyes in front of a wall filled with theories and red string.)

“Gabriel Agreste,” a familiar voice called out although it was firm and strong and no longer riddled with anxiety it had when it was under Gabriel’s care.

Gabriel turned to the voice and saw the butterfly kwami, looking at him with a grin that was similar to a cat that caught a canary.

“Nooroo. I order you to tell me what Ladybug was planned for me.”

“Well, Master,” the kwami mockingly said the title, “In case you have forgotten. You no longer have my Miraculous and it is under the Guardian’s protection. You can’t control me. Not anymore.”

“Then, where is your Guardian?”

“She will be here shortly. But Dusuu and I were tasked with ‘warming’ you up for the big event.”

“Dusuu?”

“Someone called my name?” The blue kwami appeared with a sinister smile on their face.

“What are you going to do?” Gabriel asked, fearful of the kwamis who once cowered under him and looked more than happy for some payback.

“I won’t give you all the details but did you know that kwamis aren’t allowed to use their powers without a holder to buffer it?” Dusuu started and they started glowing a bright blue.

“Without a holder, our powers are unpredictable and powerful enough to effect reality. The Guardian just gave us free pass to use them on you.” Nooroo continued, also glowing.

Gabriel tried to run but his limbs appeared to be frozen in place and he can’t move. Later, he realised the reason behind his immobilisation is the thin glowing purple string that is attached to his joints. Dusuu giggled and moved their flippers so Gabriel is standing up straight.

Nooroo and Dusuu laughed at the sight of despair on his face.

He tried calling for Natalie, only of Dusuu to say, “Don’t bother. We paid her a visit earlier. Currently, she’s in the same coma, Emilie was in when she used my broken Miraculous. This is your punishment from us, Gabie, you made us nothing more than your puppets so let’s see how you like it.”

The kwamis made Gabriel do a lot of embarrassing poses and lots of other embarrassing things. Soon, they got bored of it.

“This isn't very fun now. I am bored.” Dusuu whined as they watched Gabriel tried to do a tik tok dance Tim showed them a few days ago.

Nooroo contemplated what to do to his old holder for a moment and whispered his idea into the other kwamis’s ear(?). Dusuu giggled, “Didn’t know you would be willing to go that far, Nooroo.” but gestured with their flippers.

Gabriel went slack like a puppet that had its strings cut and his head hit hard on the floor in the process.

Maintaining any dignity he had left, he asked, “If I ever get my hands on your Miraculouses again, I will make you pay.”

“But you can’t. Even though you know who our Guardian is, you can’t do anything against her because she has a powerful family backing her who has more wealth that you ever had at the height of your career. And right now, you have no one. No wife and no son. Your lovely ‘assistant’ is missing and of no help. You have no power and time is the only thing standing between you and bankruptcy. In addition, she has allied herself with the Justice League which I am sure you know has members who are literal gods.” Nooroo replied calmly with a hint of malicious glee.

“Now, to prep you for your meeting with the Guardian.” Dusuu clapped their flippers and it made a thunderous clap that was possibly felt by the entire world.

Nooroo began ominously sing in another language, his voice low and haunting. Dusuu joined in, harmonising at a higher pitch and making the song more beautiful and even more haunting.

Gabriel tried to grab the Kwamis to stop them from whatever their attempting but it fails as the kwamis simply flew higher and out of his reach, still singing that ominous melody.

Gabriel then felt a heaviness in his heart like someone had put chains on it. The heaviness got heavier with each note of the song.

It was the pain, grief and sorrow of losing something important. The anger, frustration and injustice at the world. The fear of monsters roaming the streets. He was feeling every negative emotions every Parisian had bottled up so they wouldn’t be his victim and hurt their love ones. Their friends and family. He was feeling it all at once.

He screamed and cried and screamed again. For a man who was rarely in touch with his emotions, good or bad, it was too much to feel what 2 million people had bottled in for years.

He then felt a heavy pressure on his shoulders, pushing him down and making him go on his knees, almost begging.

He didn’t even know that he was screaming at the kwamis to stop until Nooroo coldly told him, “Stop? You don’t deserve such mercy. This is what Ladybug had to go through because of your foolishness and greed for power. As everyone she knew turned their backs away and pushed her down into the ground, she held in every emotions she felt so you wouldn’t take control of her. She felt the same pressure of you are feeling now as she saved this city over and over again from your madness. You ruined a girl’s life who had nothing to do with you in order to achieve your goal. You may not have been the one to hold the knife and stabbed her in the back but you are the one who killed her soul.”

Then Gabriel felt every cuts, bruises, broken bones and death. Every injuries and death the people of Paris had suffered at the hands of his akumas, he went through each and every one of them. He burned, he drowned, he froze until some of his toes and fingers fell off, he was crushed, he suffocated and he was stabbed and laid bleeding. You get the idea.

After each ‘death’, when he opened his eyes again, his body would be whole and healthy, a moment of relief before the cycle of pain starts again.

There were a lot of voices. Some screaming along with him in pain or in fear. Others were yelling or whispering him that he did this and he deserve this. It was his sins to bear. This was the consequences of his actions and his wife left him because she knew and was disgusted with the man he had become. 

It felt like years as he laid on the ground and screaming until his throat hurts and was raw. He didn’t notice that the kwamis were gone and the sun had rose. He didn’t the front door opened and the clicking of heels that made their way towards him.

He did notice when the white heels was in front of him and their owner was looking down on him.

Through the haze of pain, he recognised her face. The one behind everything. Who spent years planning out his downfall and finally faced him one more time to finish the job. She grinned down at him like some angel of Death.

Deep down, he knew that he did this to himself. He was only using Emilie as an excuse to reshape the world the way he wanted. When he found out that the wish would have consequences, he was in too deep to turn back and instead used his son so he would be spared from karma. Looks like he was wrong on that front.

“How the mighty had fallen. Tell me, Hawkmoth. How does it feel after years of fighting, only to fail?” She said standing up and looked at him like he was the dirt under her feet.

She had repeated what he had said to her years ago as she laid bleeding from the stab wound and blood on her ear lobes. The earrings in his hands after he had ripped it off. (Karma biting you in the ass now, Agreste.)

Except he wasn’t as helpless as Ladybug was back then. She wasn’t expecting her partner to betray her that day. She wasn’t also going to be expecting the knife he had hidden in his jacket as a precaution to what she might do to him.

He advanced towards her, trying to get through the pain and knife in his hand. (was it his imagination or was that a smirk on her face)

The next thing he knew, Ladybug’s white clothes were stained red as the blood from her throat spilled down. She fell, coughing up blood and struggling to breathe, some of it got onto him and then, she went still.

Gabriel laughed as he realised that it was over. He had escaped his fate once more. This time, he was going to make sure that she can’t come back. He was free from the chains of destiny.

If he can find Emilie and explained, he can still salvaged what is left of his life.

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(Part 12)

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[curmudggeon]

Southern Hope (Arthur Morgan x Female Reader)

❝ If by any chance...in another lifetime, we happen to see each other again, I'll come and find you. And I'll make you fall in love with me, over and over again ❞

In which romance novelist, Mary-Beth under the pen name of Leslie Dupont, writes a coming of age love story based on her favourite gang members in the past, You and Arthur.

Trigger Warnings; Violence | Blood | Angst | Sexual Intentions

A/N: This is a project I've been working on for quite a while. I had the idea in mind when I had the chance to experience the musical composition of Aaron Copland's quintessential American Dream, 'Appalachian Spring' -one of my favourite pieces with such a beautiful storyline. And I wanted to retell it in the form of a book that is available on my Wattpad (ongoing) for you to enjoy from Mary-Beth's POV. I hope you show love to this book as much as I loved writing it. Have a sneak peek at the prologue!

Read on Wattpad here for more chapters to come!

PROLOGUE

Leslie Dupont; Mary-Beth Gaskill

Lemoyne, Saint Denis

November 1907

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“Mademoiselle Dupont, we expect your next manuscript to be submitted by next summer. Now is not the time to be reminiscing.”

Here we go again

Mary-Beth sighed as her editor, Céline Laurent, had warned her once more for not meeting the deadline to her books. She was in a crucial position in her life. After her debut as a romance novelist, The Lady of The Manor was an instant best-seller across the country. It was the kind of thing she specializes in, silly ol’ romances.

“I promise you, I’ll get it done by then.” Or maybe, at least not for now. She shouldn't have promised something she couldn’t keep, especially in the meantime.

“I’ll take your word for that, if you don’t meet the deadline by then. Y’know what will happen to your contract, Leslie.” Céline stood at the door frame of Mary-Beth’s office with hands on her hips and raised eyebrows.

She knew exactly what she had meant. In fact, she knew the consequences on the back of her head when she first signed that contract with her publishing company. Two more books were requested of her. Or else she would be evicted of her apartment and be forced to live along the streets of Saint Denis for the rest of her life. A life of luxury slipping between her fingers.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mary-Beth disclaimed, the moment her editor slammed the door as she left her office. Heaving yet another exaggerated sigh, she crosses her arms on the grand rosewood desk, flopping her head on top of it. “What am I going to do now…” She murmured into the crevice of her arms.

Mary-Beth was in the middle of a major writer’s block for a few months now. She lost sight of that imaginative space of hers, consisting of the most swoon-worthy romances to the picture-perfect life she portrayed through her characters. A part of Mary-Beth that her readers absolutely adored. But, her head was now a clouded space of everlasting void. It was difficult for Mary-Beth to come into terms of writing again, but she couldn’t quite identify what had put her into this position.

Once she gathered the courage to write again, it all came crashing down like violent tidal waves when she came face to the daunting blank page of nothingness —almost drowning her.

It was as simple as that. Come to work, have a cup of tea, sit down, and a blank page.

Every. Damn. Time.

Maybe it was because she was already nearing her mid-thirties, and she hasn’t found someone to sweep her off her feet. Maybe it was when she first held Tilly’s baby that she found the need to be a mother someday. Maybe it was the overwhelming response towards her writing, she felt the need to hide away into an abyss. Or maybe she couldn’t stop thinking about the time she had come across John again after so many years that the memories just come flooding back.

Or maybe, just, maybe. It was because it’s November.

The most dreaded time of the year. November, in which the seemingly fearsome Van der Linde gang had officially broken up. Guns were fired, ties were broken and deaths were grieved. An unforgettable, painful memory.

She would often think about campfire songs, the girls and, Miss Grimshaw’s constant nagging about undone chores. Oh, how best of friends Céline and Miss Grimshaw would have been if she had heard Mary-Beth had been slacking again. It was her coping mechanism, think more about the good times to get rid of the bad ones.

Mary-Beth remembered when she took in her hands at being a matchmaker. Prancing around the camp, she would eye her two best contenders. You and Arthur.

She knew from the start when you had laid your eyes on each other for the first time, she could see through the inexplicable connection in between. You were both extremely awkward when it came to small-talk or addressing each other as you walked by across camp. However, it never stopped Arthur to come to camp as soon as he could just so he could see you, even just for a second.

The conversation would often start with Arthur while on his way to Dutch’s tent,

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“I’ll leave you to it then.”

“Yea sure…”

—and that would be it.

At the same time, every single day, at the course of sunset.

You poor socially inept fools.

Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen would always see the interaction happen in the middle of their afternoon chores. Grinning from ear to ear. They would elbow each other whenever there was something different about the correspondence.

One time, you would walk past him, suddenly kissing him on the cheek and scurrying away.

Arthur would stop in his tracks, stunned, with a hand-over where your kiss tingled on his skin. Then he would look back at you as you laid down, smiling to yourself against a tree with a book in your hands. And Dutch would yell his name, knocking him out of his stupor before he noticed he was staring for a little too long.

The girls would start applauding for your heroic performance, it was like a groundbreaking plot twist Mary-Beth couldn’t wait to write about when the idea came into mind.

The both of you were like a walking excruciating slow, slow-burn romance novel. That was when Mary-Beth would cue in her entrance as matchmaker as soon as the interaction slowly died down. Your story had to have a happily ever after in her book.

She would pester you and Arthur separately, mentioning each other’s names and slipping in hints of romantic intentions from the other side so the both of you can address whatever this relationship was.

Mary-Beth knew it was a mission accomplished the night Sean was rescued back to Horseshoe Overlook. When she stood aside of the camp watching Dutch and Molly ballroom dancing into the moonlight, she caught a glimpse of you and Arthur behind them. Running into the woods, hand in hand, giggling to yourselves like prepubescent teenagers.

After that night, it was a considered job well done when your chance encounters slowly turned into planned ones. He would take you on dates, and you would show him affection like nobody’s business. A perfect couple, your American dream.

Until it became a nightmare.

And Arthur had passed,

your Arthur.

Ever since then, Mary-Beth wondered what had happened to you. Were you still alive after all these years? She couldn’t imagine how hard you must be coping with the news. Or what if you didn’t know at all? Even when she asked John and Tilly, they said you disappeared that night he passed.

Not even a single trace. Where were you?

Mary-Beth dismissed the thought out of her head, lifting her head away from the desk. She had to let go of these memories for her own well-being. For what seemed like yesterday were merely years ago. But it couldn’t have hurt to reminisce just a bit, for old times sake.

The story of You and Arthur was unwritten, left to collect dust from the lack of content. The perfect example of a sepia-tinted photograph, forgotten. Mary-Beth believed the both of you deserved something much more than a devastating ending. She wasn’t as ruthless as the other authors she had met that held an iron fist when killing off their characters. Mary-Beth wasn’t like that.

And the idea came to mind. She was a romance novelist for a reason; to fulfil all the possibilities for the unconditional love you shared.

And so Mary-Beth picked up her beautiful fountain pen,

She began to write on the great desk in her quiet room.

To write the most beautiful story of the century,

You and Arthur. Arthur and you.

A perfect couple. The American Dream.

A life that could have been so much more,

A life to remember…

[qyllenhaal]

❛ Bunny ❜

Series: The Devil I Know

Senator!Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k~

Summary: Reader Surprises Chris on their week long vacation together with something that he's been begging for for a long time

warnings: 18+ only!!! Unprotected sex, daddy kink, dom/sub elements, roleplay, creampie, breeding kink, cumplay, age gap (reader is in her late 20s)

A/N: I'm hoping to start taking requests soon! I've been so busy with life that my ideas for this series are drying up.

Enjoy!

Y/n would be a damn liar if she said she wasn't turned on by the roleplay idea that Chris brought to her and the way he kept calling her his "bunny." She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes at first, it just sounded so ridiculous to her, but the more she thought about it. the easier it became to envision it happening.

Her in a Playboy bunny costume sounded so basic to her, but the excitement in Chris's eyes showed that it meant something to him.

She felt guilty as he explained how boring his sex life was before meeting her. He was trying to make her feel better about the idea, and feel a sense of pride, instead she felt loathsome. She wasn't able to determine if she felt more sorry for him or his wife. Their marriage was dying anyway and was going to die whether or not Y/n was in the picture, but she still felt awful about being the final death blow to their multi-decade marriage. He wanted to take her up to his father's cabin up north while his wife stayed home? It sounded good in theory but something about it made it hard for her to say yes.

"C'mon, you deserve a break. You've been working your ass off to get Withers primaried and you actually have a chance of unseating him. Don't you think you should relax? You work so hard all the time honey."

It was all too enticing to say no; to be whisked away from an entire week and ravished by her lover.

"There she is," he teased when he saw that smile forming on her face, "I knew you'd come around to it. I'm going to make sure you don't lift a finger, and you get to taste my famous ceviche."

He kissed her cheek and let her get back to work before she could come up with a reason that causes her to change her mind.

Y/n kept her excitement to herself but she was over the moon. Once she let the guilt simmer, she began to fantasize about the possibilities of an entire week of having Chris all to herself without interruption. They'll be able to act like a normal couple if only for a week.

She got herself through two weeks of more tough work, but it was fulfilling to know that she was succeeding in her work, and that she had a trip with Chris on the horizon.

He hadn't brought up his little idea since she'd agreed to go on the trip. It seems as if he forgot all about it as his shock that she said yes had consumed his thoughts. Y/n couldn't let it go though. She couldn't stop thinking about it now that they were going to be gone for an entire week. She could wear that little get up for days and give him a sight that's going to be etched into his brain until the day he dies. Y/n loves that she has that effect over him; the ability to make his heart race and his cock hard with just a simple look.

It was not a cheap costume to buy because she didn't just want to buy any regular costume that could be bought at party city. No, she wanted something that was better quality and could endure Chris attempting to tear it off her body. She paid extra for the shipping so she had it in time.

When it was finally in her possession, she stared at it in awe. She was tempted to put it on, to see how she looked in it, but she wanted it to be a surprise for both herself and Chris. The material it was made of felt nice; the entire costume looked like it could've been owned by a real playmate. It wasn't often that Y/n felt overwhelmingly sexy, but she did just simply staring at the costume in its precious box. Chris was up in age, she hoped he didn't have a heart attack.

-

"It's so beautiful up here."

When Chris said a cabin up north, she didn't think all the way up north in Maine. But it was perfect. Only two weeks into fall but the trees were filled with vibrant red, orange, and yellow leaves.

The cabin was near a river that held the reflection of the trees. It seemed as if it had gone untouched for years, but it was filled with pictures. Y/n could pick out the face of a younger Chris in some of the photos, but everyone else was unrecognizable.

"That's my grandfather," he interrupted her thoughts when he caught her lingering on a particular picture.

She glanced at him before bringing her eyes back down to the image again. "You look so much like him," her fingers skirted across the glass. She felt a weird pang of longing hit her in the stomach. It's as if Chris wasn't just a few feet away from her. Maybe what she felt inside was shame disguised as something else.

"C'mon," he grabbed the framed picture from her hand and placed it back where she found it, "I wanna show you something."

Y/n trailed behind him, her hand in his, as he guided her through the house and up the stairs.

Chris led her upstairs and to another set of stairs. He took her to a dusty attic which somewhat confused her. Then grabbed a box that looked older than her.

"Remember that time you tried to show me that constellation...what was it...Be- Belt- B-"

"Betelgeuse."

"Yea that was the one," he took the top off of the box and she peered into it, "now you can show me other star thingys in the sky."

She laughed but wrapped her arms around his neck. It was an unsuspecting gesture from him, but she welcomed it nonetheless. He could get really sentimental at times and it would just make it harder on her that she couldn't publicly love on him.

"It's great Chris. Let's just hope the skies are clear one of these nights."

He smiled and kissed her cheek for the nth time today.

"Alright. I'm gonna go get started on my famous ceviche. You enjoy yourself however you want. Walk around, explore the place," he stroked her cheek before leaving her alone to go get started on dinner for the two of them.

It had been a long day of driving and all Y/n wanted to do was go to sleep, but something was buzzing inside of her. She hated that Chris's dinner and "famous ceviche" was probably going to go to waste because if her plan works successfully then he isn't going to give a damn about dinner.

Y/n made sure she packed the box holding the costume at the very bottom of her suitcase. She held her breath as she held it up in the air and stared at it. She's sure that she could wear a garbage bag and Chris would still want to fuck her but she couldn't stop herself from being so nervous about putting it on.

She did it anyway and was relieved when what she saw in the mirror looking back at her wasn't so bad. In fact, she looked sexy. The look was complete with the bunny ears and bowtie. She wore a simple lipstick, one that was going to be smeared later on, paired with coats of mascara. At the end of night Y/n wanted to see the proof of his handiwork.

Even though she knew he wanted this, she was nervous about how he'd feel about her "act". She's been deliberating for a week whether or not she should go all the way with the fantasy but why not? Chris deserved it after convincing her to come on this trip. Besides, he works hard too.

"Hun, the food is ready!"

A few seconds of silence didn't make him flinch, but after a few more minutes passed and he didn't hear footsteps coming down the stairs, he was confused. Another call of her name resulted in nothing but silence; she didn't even respond to "Button."

She could be asleep, he thought, but he was still curious. If she was then he could at least catch a glimpse of her sleeping peacefully, put the food away, and then come join her.

"Y/n?" His voice got softer as he approached their bedroom. It was cracked enough for him to see that the light was on. He pushed it open and there his girl was. On the bed and dressed like she stepped out of his dreams.

"What is this?" His laughter was mixed with interest and disbelief. Just some time ago she was vehemently saying "no!" regarding his idea and now she was dressed like a Playboy bunny.

"Do you like it, daddy? I got it just for you."

Chris felt himself hardening in his jeans. Sheer tights stretched over her thighs and he just wanted to rip it off her body. She looked good enough to ruin.

"Of course I like it Button," he cooed as he approached her waiting body on the bed. He touched the material of her outfit still in a state of disbelief. This was his ultimate fantasy.

"I'm glad you like it. I did it just for you daddy," her voice was soft, girlish, and coquettish as she palmed his cock through his jeans. He swears he could cum just from this if she kept it up. He grabbed her hand to stop her.

"You're a naughty little bunny, aren't you?"

"Nooo daddy I've been good," she inched herself backwards on the bed before slowly turning onto her stomach all the while keeping eye contact with him, "I've been a good girl."

"I suppose you have," he didn't even try to argue against her claims. That pout on her lips made him incredibly harder.

Chris ran his hands over her ass and she mewled softly at his warm, strong hands on her. Y/n closed her eyes, a cocky smile on her lips knowing that she probably turned his brain into mush. She pushed her ass into his touch for more.

"The things I want to do to you..."

"Tell me daddy. What do you want to do to me?"

"Uh uh, you don't go demanding things around here. You've been a good girl, but I can easily change my mind. I can make you take my fingers and edge you while you wish it was my big cock splitting you open, but I don't think my bunny wants that."

She pouted and pressed her face into the bed. Chris chuckled at how easily her demeanor changed. He put his knees on either side of her legs and grabbed her hips to drag her ass to his pelvis. She gasped at the swift movement whimpered when he started to mime fucking her.

"Oh baby you look so good like this. I don't know if I want to keep you all pretty and in this costume while I fuck you, or take it off of you and ruin that cute little face of yours."

He had plans to do both, but he liked to hear her whimper when he told her about the utter filthy things he was going to do to her. If she thought he was going to rip it off of her without savoring how good she looks then she's wrong.

He's so grateful that he packed that polaroid Y/n gave to him as a birthday gift. It was how he got around her "no pictures" rule. She never let him take pictures of her, not even on the second phone he bought just to contact her. How could he not document how she looks after cumming hard for him? Or when he leaves a trail of white all across her bare chest? He often had to rely on his memory, but he planned on this trip being different.

"Stay just like that Bun."

Y/n broke her character for a little bit, rolling her eyes and relaxing her arched back when he left the room. Sometimes he did little things that annoyed her, but the way she jumped back into her character when she heard him come back showed her that the annoyance was just a façade.

"So perfect," the camera's shutter fired and the camera spit out the first ever photo he has taken of her.

Y/n wanted to protest against him, but she stayed silent. It wouldn't hurt to have a few polaroid's as keepsakes; she even looked back at him and made eyes at the camera.

Chris could spend all day photographing her, but the strain in his pants was becoming too painful. He placed the camera down and stood at the edge of the bed.

"Come put that pretty little mouth of yours to use."

Y/n hopped up from her position and found herself on the floor in between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. She clumsily fumbled with his belt and fastener on his pants. "Eager little bunny, slow down a bit," he taunted.

She tried to listen, but she's desperate to get him in her mouth. His hard cock springs out from its restraint and almost hits her cheek. She gasps lovingly at the pre-cum seeping from his blunt head. She wanted to taste it, but she didn't do it without Daddy's permission. Instead she wrapped her hand around his length and squeezed him.

Chris watched her stare at his cock in awe, like she wasn't already familiar with it. She gave him a few languid pumps and he sighed at her soft touch. He thought about how beautiful it would be to paint his cum across her breast. She looked like an absolute sex-pot; it was hard for him to control himself.

"That feels so good, bunny. You're such a good girl — keep pumping me...a little faster bun... good girl," his praising voice was as smooth as a cat's purr. Y/n felt the presence of her arousal when her sex pressed against the material of her costume.

The pre-cum oozing from his tip made her mouth water. He didn't instruct her to do anything further, but she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her lips around his length. He didn't seem to have a problem with it either because he sighed and pushed her mouth further down on his cock.

"You're so beautiful like this bunny...my precious girl," he cooed between breaths.

Her mouth felt like heaven, her warm tongue laving him with saliva and washing pleasure over him. He felt the muscles in his lower abdomen spasming as she sucked on him faster and feverishly. The concentration on her face was so cute to him, but greatly juxtaposed by the light makeup that was beginning to smudge on her face.

His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged on him. Y/n tried to pull herself off, but he kept her still, forcing her to relax her throat while he filled her mouth.

"That's it girl — fuck — you're going to make me cum. Is that what you want? Me to cum down that pretty throat of yours?"

Y/n tried to shake her head no and say out loud, but she was muffled by his cock. She loves to watch him jerk over her tongue or other parts of body until he cums, but she wanted him to cum while he was fucking her; he could always paint her tits later.

"You don't want me to cum down your throat bunny? Where do you want me to cum?"

Chris knew she was unable to answer, but that was apart of the thrill. His ego was through the roof and the sense of power he felt because of this was astounding. She made him feel so many things at once, but all he was concerned with now is seeing her body shiver with pleasure.

He let go of his physical grip on her and she took the opportunity to come up from her. Her lips were pink and there was a line of saliva collecting her mouth to his cock.

"Look at you, so pretty," he petted her as he stared into her eyes that held a glossy look of desire for him and him only, "get on the bed bunny."

He wanted to worship her. He wanted to make her cum over and over again until his name was the only thing left on the tip of her tongue. As she laid out on the bed for him, in a costume just for him, he wondered how he got so lucky with her. They were so different, but they were somehow meant for each other.

"You're so gorgeous," his hands glided down her stocking-covered thighs. He squeezed her flesh and he groaned as if he could feel what he was doing to her. She made him dizzy just from how beautiful she was.

Y/n's body anticipated every stroke of his hands on her body. He didn't leave an inch of her exposed skin untouched. He touched and looked at her like she might disappear at any moment. It was his mission to memorize how her body feels under his touch.

"Daddy," she whined, not being able to stand to ache between her legs anymore. She isn't sure what she wanted him to do, she just wanted him to do something.

"Be patient, sweet thing. Let me take in how beautiful my little bunny looks."

"You like when I dress up for you, daddy?" She further parted her legs as a suggestion for him to place himself between her legs. Chris picked up on what she was doing, but he didn't follow through.

"My perfect little bunny," his voice trailed off as he palmed her breast through the costume.

Y/n moaned and arched into his touch. It wasn't long before he was pawing at the top of the costume to free her breast. The costume was tight against her body, but he managed to get what he wanted. He cupped her tits before he leaned down to wrap his lip around her nipple. His thumb teased the other one, stroking it to life. Her delightful sighs sounded heavenly.

"Feels so good," Y/n whined. She tried to grind against him in desperation but he wasn't having any of it. More of his weight was pressed against her to keep her still. He switched over to sucking on her other nipple. His eyes met hers before lightly closing from the feeling of ecstasy.

The mess that was forming between her legs was becoming unbearable. Y/n knew for a fact that she soaked through her costume and with just one swipe of his hand, Chris would be able to feel it. She didn't say anything but she was just so impatient and wanted him to give the same attention to her sex. But he wanted to savor her in this costume before he takes it off of her and just fucks her in the bunny ears.

"This body is so perfect."

As his hands slowly slid across her stomach, the cogs began to turn in her head; she wanted this night to fulfill all of his fantasies.

After taking his sweet time with her body, Chris was finally getting her out of the costume. It won't be the last time she wears it this week, but it was bittersweet to see her out of. However her body alone was driving him wild. She still had the bunny ears on which made her look incredibly cute.

"My lil' Bunny has been so patient for me," he kissed her cheek before moving to kiss the front of her throat, "I'm gonna reward that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/n felt the lust boiling over as Chris moved down her body and his was finally home between her legs. "You got so wet for me bun," he taunted her. His fingers prodded at her slit but didn't push in all the way like she needed. It was torturous to tease her when she had been such an obedient girl for him.

He didn't keep her waiting for long. His tongue was diving through her silky folds to get a good taste of her.

"Undress daddy, baby."

The gruff of his voice made her feel even wetter. She often teased him for being so much older than her but oh did she love all the psychical manifestations of his age. The grey in his hair drove her wild, and she loved how grey his beard was whenever he grew it out.

She grabbed at his soft cotton t-shirt and pulled it over his head. The light dusting of grey hair on his chest tickled her fingertips. She couldn't stop herself when she leaned in to nip at his collar bone. Her lips were so sweet on his body making his head spin. She started tugging at his pants while her lips were still on his skin. He did most of the work, but he didn't care, he just needed to be freed of his restricting clothes.

Y/n wrapped her hand around his cock and gently pumped him.

Chris sighed into her ear, "wanna cum on my tongue or my cock bunny?"

"Your cock daddy! Bunny needs your cream inside of her," she whined.

He thought about fucking her the entire drive; his mind thinking of all the things they could do alone, but he never thought he be blessed with this.

"My little bunny wants my cock? You want to get on all fours and show me how dripping you are?"

Y/n nodded her head, eyes wide with lust and her bottom lip slightly poking out.

"Good girl. Show daddy just how pretty you are."

She moved from his arms and laid her head against the bed as her ass stuck in the air. Chris got off the bed and stood against the very edge. His strong hands laid gently against her ass and he pulled her puffy lips apart with his fingers.

"Fuck girl," he groaned, unable to contain the desire he felt," you're dripping. You're dripping for daddy, aren't you? I thought you were a good little bunny, but only slutty bunnies get this wet."

Her body tensed when his left thumb dragged against her clit. It was swollen and so sensitive to his touch.

Chris's cock was hard and ready to be inside of her warm silk. He had brought the condoms that felt like nothing along with him; two boxes since they were going to be together for six more days.

She heard him tearing something up, but she looked back at him and reached up at him.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?" He furrowed his brow but still held the half ripped condom wrapper in his hand.

"No condom daddy. I want to feel all of you."

He groaned and he felt his cock become impossibly harder. They had gone back to condoms because Y/n said stopped taking her birth control when she stopped speaking to him, believing that they were possibly going to stop this relationship. She also said she was going to start again, but he just could not remember if she said her doctors appointment was happening this month or next month.

"Are you on the pill?" His tone had a hint of excitement to it, but ultimately he was concerned; she was always strict about protection.

"I don't know," she said feigning innocence, batting her lashes at him and wiggling her hips in anticipation for his cock. This little character she decided to adapt was driving him crazy.

"Don't lie to me girl," he gripped her arm and she whimpered. His rough handling of her had made her even wetter.

"I'm not! I really don't know daddy!"

She knew, and he knows that she does, but he was too weak by the sight of her bent over in her little bunny ears with her wet cunt exposed to him. Her ass began to sway from side to side, calling him to come closer. But what she wanted him to made him think to himself: 'is she fucking crazy?'

"I need you so bad daddy. Please ruin your little bunny," her voice was sweet as candy.

Chris always wanted her but something about this unlocked a deep hunger inside of him. The risk of this made his heart race and sweat form on his skin, but he wanted this just as bad as she did.

"Baby," he placed a hand around his cock to help guide it inside of her, "I'm gonna ruin this pretty fucking body of yours."

He fully sheathed himself inside of her and Y/n sighed with tenderness. The small touch of his hand on her lower back felt so incredibly intimate and she was grateful that he convinced her to come on this trip.

"You feel so fucking good girl," he pulled out just a few inches only to push back in, "I'm going to fill you up. Is that what you want, pretty baby?"

Y/n is unsure what is more taunting: the tone of his voice or his increasing pace. Both of his hands now grabbed her hips and she swooned over how large they felt holding her. He dragged her back onto his cock until he was nearly pounding her. Each thrust was ruining her softly.

His thrust became more wild as he felt her walls grip his entire length. She felt so warm and wet around him. He missed being bare inside of her, feeling her entirety from the inside.

Soon her little bunny ears were falling off of her head as he fucked her hard. There was something so intoxicating about ruining everything that's so perfect about her. He loved that she gave him permission to do so too.

"Look at me," he said through gritted teeth. He grabbed her arm and forced it against her back. Y/n twisted her upper half to look up at him. She placed her hand on top of his for a glimmer of intimacy in this moment of nasty brutal fucking.

"I'm gonna pump you full of me, bunny. Good girls get all my cum."

Every time he slid home inside of her, stretching her completely, she cried out louder. Her thighs trembled and shook with each thrust into her. He was fucking so hard it was almost mindblowing. She always teased him for being an "old man" but he was proving that his age didn't hinder him from pounding into her.

He was getting closer and closer to slipping over the edge. She just feels so warm and tight around him, her contracting walls inviting him to cum inside of her. He loved being able to see her face as she hit every spot inside of her that made her toes curl.

"I feel that pussy tightening up," he spoke breathlessly. He tried to concentrate on his words but her wet cunt rendered him speechless. "Cum for me bunny."

Y/n began to meet his thrust. Lust bloomed in her stomach when she imagined feeling him empty inside of her. They were so incredibly close and if they kept this up they could cum together.

"Give it to me daddy" she whispered, staring back at his face, "please cum inside of me...I've been such a good girl...I need it so bad."

Chris's thrust got sloppy as the muscles in his lower abdomen began to spasm. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Y/n started cumming around his cock and her pussy tightening up hugged his cock and milked him. "Fuck!" He grunted loudly as he fucked the both of them through their orgasms.

Despite her body being too hypersensitive to take anymore, she whimpered when he pulled out of her.

"Keep that ass up in the air."

Chris grabbed her ass cheeks to spread her open. "Push it out for me bunny." His cum came seeping out of her hole and slid through her folds. He spread it around her sex with two fingers before pushing it back into her hole. She gasped when she felt him slide back into her. Her walls clenched around his fingers, still hungry for more. He wanted to fuck her again, but he was too tired to go again.

"You're going to wear me out girl," he joked, laying next to her on the bed. She looked just as tired as him but that look in her eye indicated that she was completely satisfied.

"It's been a long time since you've fucked me like that. I think I should wear that costume more often."

He placed his palm against her face and she leaned into like she always did. She closed her eyes and felt lulled by the sound of his now steady breathing. This moment together felt like it could last a lifetime. Y/n wishes that they could just stay here forever instead of a week. If she never had to think about an empty promise ever again, she'd be content for the rest of her days.

[technowoah]

hey hey hey! i really really really love ur works and wanna reuwest a purpled x reader one. also since purpled said hes only comfy with his character what about the reader losing their last cannon life to dream and purpled gets really really sad until like- a month later, she comes back from hell. kinda like c!jacks revival. If your not comfy with this pls ignore <3

My Mission

Purpled is still trying to figure out how to deal with your death, but before he can you come back.

- Platonic Purpled x Revived!Reader

- Anon Requested!

- blurb

- italics = flashback (except the last few lines)

- the "hes" out of italics are referring to Purpled.

⚠︎: slight swearing, angst to fluff-ish, gore, no dsmp spoilers.

An// I know this is late but I'm having major writers block lol ✌🏾😛 I hope you like it love!

The night was cold as he sat on a hill away from the kingdom Dream had made himself. The tall grass flowed around him like a blanket on his bed he wish he could be in right now, but he chose this, he chose to be here. His blonde hair whipped around his face harshly, but he didnt bother move it out of his eyes he could still see the destination ahead of him.

The kingdom looking like a bright star the fell to the ground. He used to love sitting and watching the lights of the kingdom at night flicker like a fallen star that still had its glow. The small smile he had on his face fell when his mind reminded him of the tragedy a month ago.

The night was cold and dark and that couldn't resemble how he was feeling right now. Anger, resentment, betrayed flowed through his heart. He wanted revenge.

The swords were already shined and ready for blood, arrows sharpened to the point, and potions made to kill the second it envelopes you. Months of preparation was right there next to him, ready to be finally used.

He wanted revenge for his best friend.

He left the kingdom for an hour grabbing every weapon he had before finding a place he used to go with his best friend.

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"The kingdom looks beautiful!" You said while standing up in the tall grass.

Purpled had taken you to a far away spot out of the dsmp kingdom just for fun.

"I know, I come here often when I want to clear my head." Purpled said while sitting down in the hill letting the grass tickle his skin.

It was the middle of the say and almost sun down. You two had hiked up away from the kingdom and up a semi huge hill that gave a great view of the lights.

"How did you find this place?" You smiled to the boy sitting down to the side of you.

"Just was hiking I guess!" He laughed. "Well I was looking for more caves outside of the kingdom and stood on this hill, and looked back and saw the beautiful view."

"Now this is your spot now?" You smiled and nodded.

"I mean it's our spot now. You're the only other person who knows about it." Purpled motioned for his friend to sit down and you did.

"Great." You smiled at him and he shared that smile.

"Great."

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He finally stood up from his spot on the hill and made his way back to the kingdom, weapons at his mercy and ready to be used.

The walk back to the kingdom was long, but he wasnt in a rush. He just wanted to keep his mind calm before he finally faced the man who he wanted to kill. The man whos blood should be on his arrows and swords he just sharpened for this occasion.

He walks with purpose and in stride. He always does, he was always busy around the kingdom. Making something new or not even saying what he was doing, no one would want to cross his path because no one would want to know what trouble he was gettng himself into. But they always knew he would come put alive in the end.

He walked along the prime path keeping his gaze forward. He sped up his walk trying to get to the place he needs to go faster to get this feeling out of his body. Sadly him staring straight ahead made him bump shoulders with someone passing by. He didn't have the time to look back and stop, but a familiar voice made him stop.

"Hey! Watch where the fuck you are going!"

Damn it.

He tried to walk away, but he heard the footsteps get closer and the protests get louder.

"Hey asshole! You know Im talking to you Purpled?! Stop!"

"What do you want Quackity?!"

"Damn it took that long for you to turn around?!" The scarred man laughed as the blonde started at him blankly.

Quackity had a small smirk on his face before he looked around to make sure no one else is spying on them. Quackity chuckled while crossing his arms looking at the impatient blonde infront of him.

"What. Do. You. Want. Shouldn't you be in Las Nevadas?" He scoffed.

"I should! I should. But I heard about your little predicament." Quackity still had that taunting smile on his face.

"I wouldn't call it a predicament I would call it a missi-"

"A mission. Yeah I know, that's what you call every thing now-a-days." Quackity shook his head in disbelief. "Even when your best friend dies..Its a damn misson."

Purpled stayed quiet and let the older man talk. He didn't need to hear this, but at least this will hunor him before his miss- plans.

"Its a shame! It really is. But you know what Purpled?" Quackity's voice got quieter.

"If this is about Las Nevadas, you should leave. I have more pressing matters to attend to."

"I bet you do." Quackity looked away from the blonde. "Its a shame that you dont even know where Dream is to kill him."

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"Y/N! Get out of my way!"

"I will not let you hurt him!"

"Get out of his way!"

Purpled was injured, pretty badly at that. He was clutching his side in pain where a arrow had struck him. His face had long cuts across it, and so did his body. The only way you could see the cuts along his body is because the cuts Dream had made tore through his clothes.

Purpled looked like he couldn't stand back up. You didn't want to know why they were fighting so brutally, you only showed up when Dream stood above Purpled about to take the final blow, sword clutched tightly in-between his hands.

The only thing you saw was that and you ran in the middle of the two blocking Dream from doing anymore damage to Purpled. Now the two men are yelling at you to get out of Dream's way.

"You're really stubborn aren't you?" Dream dropped his sword to his side, but still kept that tight grip on the handle.

"For my friends, yeah I am." You said with your head held high looking at the masked man.

"Y/N." Purpled groaned behind you. "Go, please."

You turned your whole body around to face him. He couldn't get up, still kneeling on the ground he tried to move and stand to his full height. It was impossible for him to do so. You saw a keep gash where his knee is. Dream must've stabbed his knee, through his knee.

"You stay down! I can handle this!"

"Where is your armor?! Huh?! Where is all your gear?! You're vulnerable!"

"You are too!"

"As much as this pains me to see the two bestest friends fight, Move." Dream said sternly while placing a rough hand on your shoulder.

"Dream get your hand off of them!" Purpled yelled.

"At this point you cannot tell me what to do." Dream chuckled. "This state that you're in! Its pathetic!"

Purpled hung his head low while Dream kept on running his mouth.

"Y/N! Do you even want to know why we're even fighting?! Its all his-"

"I dont want to know. Frankly I dont care just stop hurting him." Your words came out calmer than you wanted because you really were vulnerable at this point.

"I haven't even finished the job, my misson." Dream scoffed.

"If you wanto to finish "your mission" go through me first." You said while finding Purpled's sword on the ground next to him and gripping it tightly just like Dream.

"Y/N stop this!"

"Fine then."

Dream had grabbed your shoulder again so hard it could leave a bruise and brought your shoulders forward. You didn't have any time to react and the next thing you saw when you looked down was his sword going through your stomach. It hurt to breathe, and you felt yourself coughing up blood onto the grass beneath you. He had finally let go of your shoulder and you fell to your side letting your body go numb.

"NO DREAM!" Purpled tried to reach you, but ended up getting kicked down by Dream.

"Im done with you now. Its no point. I thought killing you would be better, but watching you suffer after your best friend gets killed is good enough for me."

"My mission is done, and they were right. You are vulnerable."

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"Where is he then?" He asked trying not to sound rushed.

"You would like to know huh? Well Let me tell you about this thing I have first. I mean if you want to know where Dream is for your little mission" Quackity proposed and he stayed quiet waiting for the older man's response.

"I have this book, it was given to me by an old ally of mine. It has all of the lives of everyone in it. The whole book is filled with names and if they are dead or not-"

"Where are you going with this?" He interrupted.

"Im saying that not everyone knows of Y/N's death. Its not any big headlines. So I read this book often and I so happened to see their name and underneath it, it said they were dead."

"And?"

"I have a proposal-"

"No." He started to walk away leaving Quackity to stand and yell at the younger one.

"Oh come on! Dont you want your friend back?!" Quackity yelled as the other walked away briskly.

"Fine! You'll owe me!"

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It was over. He ended up back on the same hill again, but this time it was pitch black and the only light available was the light in the stars and the light from the kingdom. He could hear faint noises of mobs in the distance, but they didn't dare come near him.

His eyes started to water and his vision began to get blurry. He didn't kill Dream, he couldn't. That's not what you would've wanted.

Dream was right all along. He was vulnerable, he was always vulnerable.

He closed his eyes letting tears drop onto his cheeks. He was upset that he couldn't fulfill his mission, the one thing he knew he could do for the one he misses the most in life. He failed. And now Dream is sitting somewhere, he didn't even take Quackity's proposal. He didn't even know what Dream was to kil him.

Still, even if he wasnt discouraged, he would've still tried to hunt Dream down. He didn't care if it took him months to a year, he didn't care if it killed him. One day.

He looked out to the kingdom once more with eyes full of tears. The kingdom now looking like a ball of light and not as detailed.

"Purpled?"

He sighed brushing the call off, he was hearing things.

"Hey, Purpled."

He shook his head with his hands cupping his face. He was convincing himself that his head was playing tricks on him because there is no one that could be out here at this time.

"I thought I would get a warmer welcome than this."

He felt the grass moving beside him and he quickly turned his head to his right where he saw the person he wanted to the most. You.

It was you, but you had a white streak in your hair, your stomach still had a bigger scar still on it. It was you, it was finally you. He hesitated before reaching out to hug you, there was some tall grass in between you two but it didn't matter, he had you back. You had to feel tears fall on your back because he was crying, he tried to keep his sobs quiet but they slipped out.

"Are you okay?" He asked while sniffing.

"Im alive now. Thats progress." You responded hesitantly before continuing. "I wanted to stay dead. I mean it had to be my time right? I was in hell and I don't know why. Why was I there?!"

You started sobbing on his shirt as well and you took a big breath before starting to talk again.

"And then I just showed up not that far from here. It was horrible, like an out of body experience. I dont know who brought me back either! But now I found you here and Im okay enough." You smiled with tiredness in your eyes as you pulled away from the long hug.

"I tried to kill Dream." He confessed.

"Because of me?"

He hummed in agreement "I couldn't, thats not what you would've wanted."

"Why would you know what I wanted?" You asked the blonde. "I was dead for a month."

"You wanted me to kill him?" He asked with a bit of excitement in his voice.

"Consider this a new mission." You smiled while standing up and him following suit.

"My mission." He whispered while looking at the ground. "It'll take a while, but we'll get him. I promise."

You two locked pinkie fingers together to seal the promise. A promise that would be sealed to the end of time. No matter how long or who dies, he never fails a mission.

"Oh! Also, I have a note for you." You handed him a small torn note that you found lying next to you when you reappeared.

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Dear Purpled,

You're welcome. They're here now.

Remember that favor I never got to ask you?

I suppose you should listen to me now.

Q