#shout out to you guys I know you must exist or else why is this episode even here?

[dunmeshichilchuck]

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Chilchuck x !fem ! halffoot Reader

So this starts off during the sauna episode. I'm changing it a bit to where that floor has been that cold since the dungeon was created. There will probably be more installments but right now it's just setting things up. Anyway, enjoy.

The last thing you remembered was cold, leeching into your bones. Cold, and the certainty that this would be the last thing you'd ever feel. Your party had left you to die rather than try to heal your wounds, and this floor was too deep for someone else to come along and take pity on you before your body rotted. You were going to become a ghost, haunting this dungeon without ever being able to leave. 

And then you opened your eyes again, and you were all too warm. 

You took a few shuddering breaths, coughing and gasping. Your lungs burned like they were on fire and your whole body ached. You curled up into yourself, shivering. And then you became aware of what was going on around you. And also that for some reason everyone was wrapped in towels instead of normal clothing.

"YOU MEAN YOU HAD NORMAL RESURRECTION MAGIC THAT COULD DO SHIT LIKE THIS THIS WHOLE TIME???!!! ARE YOU STUPID? WE COULD HAVE AVOIDED THIS WHOLE THING!" 

Another....halffoot? Shouted. 

"I already EXPLAINED why I couldn't have used normal magic!!" A blond elf woman shouted back in an exasperated high pitched squeal. "It wouldn't have worked! The thread between body and soul was too tenuous! And we'd never have been able to get enough regular meat down there! Anyway I don't understand why you're so against it, I didn't see you arguing against it at the time!" 

A blond tall man, blindfolded? For some reason? Interjected. "Marcille is right! Even though the body was in a not so great condition the ice kept it from rotting so all the component parts were still there! We just got lucky that we were able to gather them all together! Once the body thawed resurrecting it was a simple matter! There was no need for special magic like with Falin." 

They continued to argue violently while your recently unfrozen brain attempted to make sense of the situation. 

Had the half foot somehow had enough pull in the party he'd been able to convince them that they should revive you? You weren't much use on this floor and presumably deeper ones where small traps gave way to larger monsters, so you couldn't work out any reason they had for reviving you. You looked around the small, actually extremely hot room you were in. It was...a sauna? Was it really a sauna? What the fuck? 

You smelled something delicious and you looked around to see a dwarf with long black hair and a massive bushy black beard peacefully tending to meat cooking over what looked very much like a wok. What the fuck? They were a high enough level party to have fresh meat down here? That would explain why they'd been able to spare the revival for you. 

There was also what looked like a beast girl crouched next to him, watching the squabbling party members with a bored expression on her face. Well. That was just another one of the things to file away and deal with later. 

Almost instinctively you staggered to your feet and crouched down by the dwarf to watch him cook. Your stomach grumbled insistently. Even in normal circumstances getting revived made you ravenous. Now you felt dizzy with hunger. 

"Ah, hello there!" The dwarf looked up at you and beamed. "Always nice to have new folk eat with us! You must be hungry after getting revived, food should be ready in just a few minutes."

He continued cooking, humming softly to himself. 

"Would you...like some help?" You managed to rasp out. Throat hoarse with disuse. 

At this point it seemed like the other people there remembered your existence. 

"Ah! So sorry, you're awake!" The elf said. "You were out for a long time, I didn't know if the magic would fully take with how long you'd been in the ice."

"How...how long?" You said, almost dreading the answer. 

"At least a couple of years, based on the state of your organs and bones" the blindfolded tall man said enthusiastically. "You were lucky! The extreme cold preserved you extremely well and there aren't any monsters down here that would go to the trouble of digging you out of the ice." 

You blinked at him. 

"How did you get all the way down here?" The elf asked. "Was your party wiped out? We looked but we couldn't find anyone else."

"I'll bet they left her behind." The halffoot interjected dourly. "She probably got injured and they didn't want to waste time resurrecting her or bringing her along." 

"what!" The elf gasped. "that's terrible, no one would do that! Why would you even think of that Chilchuck??" 

"Like I keep telling you guys, halffoots are treated as expendable! It'd be totally within the realm of possibility! Especially since she didn't sign on with the union or we woulda recorded when her party came back without her or she just never came back at all!" He frowned. "That's why I started the damn thing in the first place but if not everyone uses it it's not fucking good to anyone."

he (chilchuck?) turned abruptly to you. "Anyway, why didn't you use the union? We would have been able to look out for you so this didn't happen."

You stared at him in utter confusion. "....union?" 

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Vampire's Kiss | Chapter Three

Pairing | Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 4,4k

Warnings | +18, trouble for MC is not over, use of a dating app to look for someone, Jungkook is absolutely cute and sexy, kisses, fluff

⤷ Summary | Humans have finally unveiled and accepted the centuries-old existence of vampires, in a modern world people share their lives with these peculiar and mysterious creatures, but it is not all roses.

Will two souls belonging to such different species be able to be together?

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! ❤️

I apologize to all of you who have waited so long for chapter third to arrive, I'm really sorry, but life has been really hectic and I'm also working on many other stories, so I hope you enjoy the chapter now 😭💕

Let me know what you think, I always love your comments ❤️

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You're going to kill Park Jimin.

It's been a whole week since that party and you're still spinning in your head his words, which had the effect of making you even more depressed.

“In truth ... they specifically told me that they don't believe our relationship, they will only believe it when we go to their house for lunch.”

The idea of spending time with them again haunts you, Jimin had said one evening. One.

Yet, you still have to help him, because his parents did not see passion from both of you, you were blatantly fake in their opinion.

Well, kudos to Father and Mother Park, you certainly don't lack the nose like bloodhounds!

But why at their home of all places? Are they going to secretly feed you to their servants? You shudder just thinking about it. They are certainly up to something, Jimin repeats to you that you should stay calm, but it is easy for him to talk. You are nothing to them, just a dirt stain on their perfect son's shirt.

You must be eliminated somehow.

But the worst thing about all those days spent thinking and agonizing between you and you is the wrong idea that Jungkook may have gotten about you.

Shit, he's just a guy you met briefly at a party, so why can't you get him out of your head?

You always think back to the way he held you close, to his cautious and sweet look whenever he tried a more direct approach with you... and there they are, the damn butterflies! They don't leave you alone for a moment, your wormy little brain even dares to loop back his last words, before Jimin cursed Park ruined the atmosphere.

You roll over on the bed hugging your faithful stuffed animal you've been carrying around since childhood, gazing into his inane black eyes, you sigh.

“What should I do, Little Sunshine?” but the teddy bear, predictably, does not answer you.

He has left without deigning you another glance, perhaps seeing you there with Jimin he must have thought of who knows what, they know each other and must know of your best friend's reputation as a womanizer.

You violently plant a hand in your face, long ago to fuck Jimin it was enough to be his acquaintance, it wasn't necessary to get up to girlfriend status, you may have said Jimin is just a friend ... but in someone else's eyes there may still be a possibility that the two of you are some sort of fuck buddies.

Besides, why else would a human like you willingly accompany a vampire like Jimin?

You feel like screaming like crazy, you don't just do it because you sense your phone ringing in the darkness of the room.

You try to compose yourself, imagining it was a business call, but it turns out to belong to your best friend.

You stare at the phone screen with tears in your eyes almost.

<<Ellen!>> you shout, on the other side your friend whines, <<My sweetest Ellen! You called at just the right time>>.

<<You scream like that again and I'll block the phone in your face!>>.

You ignore her empty threat and begin to tell her what happened with Jimin and about the meeting with Jungkook, omitting nothing. By the end of the explanation you are out of breath and your eyes are glazed over, why do you have to feel that way about a stranger? What is happening to you.

<<Let me understand... Jimin asked you to be his fake girlfriend and this Jungkook, whom you described as more handsome than a normal vampire, flirted with you for at least half an hour or so and then left offended?>>.

You frown, <<He didn't flirt with me! He was just being nice...>>.

You hear a laugh stifled on the other end of the line, <<I used to say the same about Shawn and look at him now, chained to me in the sacred bond of marriage>> a smile escapes you… actually it doesn't sound bad.

<<What should I do?>> you ask more to yourself than to her.

<<Uhm... you said he works with Seokjin, right? Isn't Seokjin the creator of Vampire's Kiss? Maybe he's on that site too, try looking for him... and maybe contact him, they even created a very convenient app!>> you widen your eyes. Sure! That could work...

<<But what if he doesn't want to hear from me? I mean, he didn't leave on the best of terms, surely he must have thought of something strange>>.

<<Take your balls out and look for him! You said you felt something different next to him, right? Don't let such an opportunity pass you by, what you felt doesn't happen to everyone ... and for your sanity and mine too, put your mind at rest once and for all>>.

You nod, she has a point, then you hear her stifle a shriek.

<<Wait a minute! ... You said that just looking at him turned you on-!>> you close the call in half a second, redder than a tomato! There, that thing you might as well have avoided revealing it to her, even if it simply slipped out of your mouth without realizing it ... such a thing has never happened to you, neither with humans nor with vampires, that was a detail as embarrassing as it was surprising.

You make a decision and install Vampire's Kiss on your cell phone, the app's simple and intuitive screen allows you to enter your account right away, go to the purple heart with the magnifying glass and search for Jeon Jungkook.

The results are immediate and the search leads you to no less than five users, but only one is the one that immediately hits you like a bouquet of soft flowers in the middle of your face.

He is right there, posing for a photo taken in the middle of a summer day, not at all concerned about possible sunburn, and you smile instinctively at his caption, which is short and absolutely adorable.

So your impression was right, this is a good guy. You zoom in on the photo and look admiringly at the sunlight softly shining on him, he is also smiling and without thinking about it you take a screenshot, do you look crazy? Probably yes, but your chest tightens at the idea of not being able to see him every day.

It's really crazy... it's just a stranger.

But you and this stranger have one thing in common. The two of you are desperate for love, to the point of signing up for a dating site to find it, your finger trembling, undecided whether to press your purple heart to follow him and thus engage in conversation with him or just drop everything and move on from your lightning-fast meeting at the party.

You turn off the phone with a sigh. Even if you wanted to try, you are nothing compared to him. You would only have wasted his precious time.

“But seeing you there, under the moonlight, I-”

You shake your head violently, it's no use daydreaming, he didn't even finish the sentence. That only indicates one thing, that it was not meant for you two to continue the acquaintance, period.

Suddenly an annoying noise starts from your stomach, you cast a glance at the time -- 2:11 p.m., you haven't even had lunch and there is nothing edible in the fridge, in short, the typical life of a single career woman. But below the house there are several small stores open 24 hours a day that sell noodles and allow you to cook them immediately after purchase. Yes, you would have graciously taken advantage of their services, that is also the beauty of living in Korea, every place becomes home.

You turn on the light and look around for your shoes, heedless of the eyes burning at the sudden impact.

Next mission: don't starve.

You look thoughtfully at the shelf stuffed with packages of noodles, there are all flavors and colors, but maybe you'll have to buy some instant cook rice too to satiate your stomach more, and speaking of your stomach, you hear it growling once again.

Ungrateful, why doesn't it give you time to think?

You grab a packet of spicy chicken-flavored noodles on the fly, then reconsider -- better two.

Excited to eat, you jump merrily without looking over your shoulder, like the clueless fool that you are, you feel your head collide with something sharp and immediately see the stars in the middle of the convenience store, a stifled moan escapes your lips and you squeeze your eyes shut trying to chase that pain away, being interrupted by another unexpected moan of distress.

You turn back to the source and notice a boy behind you, head down, you can just make out a wonderful mass of dark, wavy hair.

You blanch, your own flushes of pain sidelined. Did you hurt him? Medical bills are fucking expensive.

"I-I'm sorry! Did I hurt you very much? I didn't want to, believe me."

The boy makes a strange noise, as if he has suddenly held his breath, then slowly his head rises and you find yourself going wide-eyed.

In front of you Jungkook in casual clothes and a jacket far larger than his own size is holding his chin with one hand.

“Gosh, you knocked me out,” he chuckles with difficulty, removes his hand and you see a red spot take shape on that area of smooth, soft skin, “I didn't think I'd find you here....”

You're frozen, you can't utter a single word, the only thing that assures you you're still alive is the slow pulsing of the bump on your head, but is this guy made of granite or what? A very sexy granite, of that there is no doubt.

"I didn't... I didn't think so either” for the simple fact that not even twenty minutes earlier you looked him up on a dating app, then clandestinely saved his picture like a poor desperate spinster.

"Are you okay? I think you were the one who got the hardest hit,” he asks worriedly, out of the corner of your eye you notice how his hand tries to rise, but he instantly lowers it, you gloss over the incident by waving yours away.

"No, absolutely! I'm fine, I'm so sorry, I'm stupid,” you mutter to yourself, feeling guilty.

You see him looking around carefully, “I'll get you some ice, wait here!” not even time to tell him to let it go, it vanishes in an instant.

You lower your eyes to the packages of noodles, “This happened because I never buy real food, right?”

You both find yourselves so seated face to face in front of the convenience store, you're uncomfortably pressing ice on what appears to be quite a bloody good bump. Jungkook just stares at you with that innocent look on his face, is he seriously a vampire?

You take the floor, trying to fill that uncomfortable silence, deliberately ignoring the palpitations of your heart, “Does it still hurt?” you point to his chin, which seems to have returned to normal coloring, in fact he denies it.

“It's okay, for us vampires pain is momentary, we heal quickly.”

Okay, now what?

There, meeting him was not some kind of miracle, but a curse.

"Um... you look different, I mean... with these clothes you look normal, no wait! I mean you look great even without clothes, No! T-those elegant clothes! But you look fabulous even like this, really!” you stumble over your own words and god, you want to hole up in some dirty hole on top of a remote mountain. You look great without clothes, really?!

“Hey, hey, don't worry, you look very good in your normal clothes too,” he smiles amused, then changes his expression, “Did you have a good time at the party when I left? I apologize for how I left you, I don't usually go to parties and I don't know how to behave,” he explains, his voice sounds colorless, different from the sweet voice he used before and even during your first meeting.

Something has been bothering him and you even know what it is, or at least you think so. You shouldn't worry about it, but you like him and want to clear it up.

You take a breath, “Jungkook, I don't know what you thought seeing me there with Jimin, but I assure you we're just friends, there's no romantic or ... well, sexual interest,” you just want to calm him down, but evidently your words have the opposite effect, because he whitens starting to gasp.

“Oh god, I made you feel like a lowlife, didn't I?” he puts his hands to his face shaking his head, “I'm just an idiot, you don't have to pay attention to me,” he complains with his forehead pressed against the surface of the table.

"You didn't make me feel like a lowlife! I just wanted to make it clear that I didn't lie to you, I was really there to accompany Jimin” maybe it's best not to specify the plan that brought you there that night.

But the boy continues to shake his head, at times in despair, “I never thought you had lied to me or anything...” he raises his eyes to you fearfully, “I was just... disappointed, your knight for the evening had returned and my company therefore no longer needed, that's it, I was disappointed and envious,” he chuckles exasperatedly, most likely at himself.

You feel the same pleasant grip on your heart as a smile makes its way across your features. Should you tell him?

Maybe it's not such a bad idea after all, you would have loved him even in case of rejection, he seems like a really good person.

“I'd like to tell you a secret...” you start by saying and immediately come back with a straight back, in his eyes you can glimpse ill-concealed curiosity, “I too felt disappointed... my real knight left that night, leaving me with one of his underlings,” you sigh sadly.

“That knight may have felt he was in over his head in that situation,” he says embarrassed, but you shake your head.

“He shouldn't have left me there, it's his duty to make sure I'm okay!” you don't know where all that courage came from, you just feel it's the right thing to do.

He tilts his head to the side, biting his lower lip with what you identify as a canine, the soft scarlet skin drooping under his pressure, but not tearing. Images and thoughts of what he could have done to you with those luscious lips of his leap into your head, adding to all the erotic dreams you've had over the past few nights, they always knocked treacherously, but you let them in willingly.

“Even this knight has a secret to confess” he leans toward you, enough to breathe your own air just inches away, you remain in awe of his deep irises, where you catch a vermilion flash, “Wasn't the moon beautiful that night” you begin to cough because of your own saliva, you didn't expect such a statement, not from someone like him toward someone like you. You beautiful? Is he really saying that? The darkness must have been to blame, the moon cannot be darkened by a mere human, he must have seen wrong.

But wait… vampires see in the dark as nocturnal predators, don't they?

A grin from him surprises you and you also understand the motivation behind it, after all, the rush of excitement your body undergoes is not ignorable. Now you also have confirmation that vampires perfectly sense a person's emotional and physical changes.

You try to compose yourself, bringing a lock of your hair behind your ear, he remains firm in his position.

“I like you, I've done nothing but think about you, do I have a chance?” his bluntness amazes you in no small part, he is showing much more courage than any other man who would have gone around us instead.

You swallow, not knowing what exactly to answer, so you try with resolving one of your doubts, “Y-You know I'm human, right?”

It seems a silly thing to ask, but it's very important to you that he knows what he's getting into, you two have different rhythms and abilities, you don't want him to feel stuck in a relationship too different from the ones he was used to with women of his own kind.

But his eyes soften, you feel you can also calm down.

“Of course, I knew right away...the sound of your heart beating is something I couldn't give up, your skin is warm and it warms mine,” he takes your hand between his, the ice falling to the ground from your shock. Doesn't he care about that? “Can we at least try?”

In that instant you realize that you cannot give up on him so easily, you nod contentedly as your eyes glaze over, incredulous that such a thing could have happened to you.

From that moment you continued to go out every day, especially at night hours, as he wrote in his profile on Vampire's Kiss, he loves to take walks under the dark sky and he also took his dog, Bam, with him from time to time. You, who usually prefer cats, found no difficulty in falling in love with that handsome, hyperactive dog, so similar to his daddy in both physique and character.

You and Jungkook are now hand in hand at the seashore, neither of you speaking, simply listening to the sound of the waves calmly crashing on the shoreline.

You see him lying comfortably on the sand, heedless of the grains that go to hide in every fold of his comfortable clothes, without much thought you follow his example.

It is nice to gaze at the stars like that, but turning your head in his direction you find yourself thinking that the best show is there by your side.

Unlike you, he has never looked away from you, you have literally found the boy of your dreams, “What is it?” you ask with a laugh in your voice, he doesn't answer right away, settling on his side.

“I feel a little confused,” he replies, frowning a little worriedly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I love this beach at night, but the only thing I can think about is you next to me, it's a little confusing to me, now whenever I come here without you, I'm sure I'll be thinking about you nonstop.”

You watch his face engulfed in darkness, yet you can make out the brightness of his eyes; he is a nocturnal predator, you lift yourself up on one arm to get a better look at him.

“Who says you'll come back here without me?”

He inhales sharply, “Don't say such things, don't make promises you can't keep, baby,” he hisses an inch from your face, he has never called you that. Sometimes you forget that he is an adult vampire, much older than you. You like being called that by him, with Jimin it's a game... with Jungkook it's something more intimate.

"Why, Jungkook... Have I been giving you a lot to think about these days?” you are literally talking on his lips, clenching a fistful of sand tightly, the urge to kiss him is becoming more and more pressing, but he shakes his head, pulling away suddenly.

“You always make me think a lot of things, but no ... you don't have anything to do with it, it's just that all my relationships have ended one way,” he laughs without humor, “That is, with a broken heart, mine. It's funny coming from a vampire who doesn't have a heart, isn't it? Or at least, not as alive as you humans',” he explains with a look up at the sky. No, you can't believe it, it's impossible that there is someone who can leave such a boy.

"Are you so convinced that this will also apply with me? If that's really the case, then why have we come to this point?” if he believes it will end badly, why the hell did he invite you on all these dates?

He shrugs, “I've never dated a human girl, I look good with you! I would never say otherwise, but...."

Sighing, “You're afraid,” you finish for him, “But you know what? I have never dated a vampire guy, yet I want to give myself and him a chance, even if it ends badly, with him now I want to think it will be okay."

Silence falls between you, you return with your back to the sand, unsure of what just happened.

Perhaps you have both gone too far in such a short time? Oh... maybe he wants more space for himself, that's why he talked about going to the beach alone, your lips begin to tremble.

“Jungkook... maybe I'd better go home,” you murmur, rising slightly again in search of your bag and shoes, but a hand on your arm stops you instantly.

"What? Why?” he stares at you like a lost puppy, unable to understand your intentions.

“Maybe I rushed you too much, I'm sorry,” you try to wriggle your arm still in his grip, but all you get from it is an imprecation from him that makes your eyes go wide, he has never cursed in front of you, and before you can say anything to him you see his figure descend entirely on you, just like the vampires in the old movies, with only one difference, at that moment he is not interested in your blood.

His moist lips make contact with yours without hesitation, you accept them willingly using your free arm to anchor yourself to his blemish-free neck, you close your eyelids inhaling his wonderful scent, crushing his weight on you as if your very life depended on it, he lets you do it by filling your lips with numerous small kisses in the mold, your heart threatens to melt under all that tenderness and you note with happiness the softness of his lips that taste like cherries, not resisting you lightly grasp a flap of his lower lip between your teeth, savoring it on your tongue.

His shoulders shake and he releases your arm from his grip so you can sink a hand into your hair, this encourages you to do the same with his, enjoying his little moan. Jungkook with an extra bit of resourcefulness deepens the kiss, tapping his tongue against the seam of your lips, which you open willingly to his passage.

You kiss him as you've never kissed in your life, in your chest a soft warmth pushes to bring you to accept him in his entirety, your eyes moisten from that almost suffocating instinct, it has an effect on you that you can't even imagine. It scares you a little, but that is bearable if it means keeping his taste alive on your lips.

He separates from you slowly, “I've been dying to do this,” he whispers an inch from your noses, you take a big breath.

“So it's okay?” you whisper, you don't want barriers between you two, it's hard enough to accept the fact that you are not yet an actual couple.

He brings his head to your chest, resting his ear exactly over your beating heart, then nods.

“I think I've lost hope, every woman I've had wanted different things from me, mainly money and sex, then there were the ones who wanted to own me in everything... I've just come to a dead end after all these years, it's not easy for me to open up now.”

Gently you stroke those locks from which only a sweet floral scent comes, “Jimin said you never attend parties like that.”

“It's not easy for me to stand by and watch couples who are doing much better than me,”he look up with huge eyes, almost as if you want to express something very obvious, “I'm a very envious guy, you know?” you burst out laughing, sounding like a child, and lean slightly toward him to print a tender kiss on the tip of his nose.

He looks surprised and awkward for a moment, then returns to hide his expression.

“I'm talking seriously, and you go and do things like that,” he mumbles, shrugging.

“You're so cute,” you whine, he lets out a grunt.

“A little human talking like that to a vampire much older than she is.”

A question mark the size of a house makes room in your mind, “I've been wondering this for a while... how old are you?”

You hear him smiling at you.

“S.e.c.r.e.t,” he punctuates nicely, before lifting himself up on his arms and planting another soft kiss on you, “I'll tell you my age, if we're good together.”

You arch an eyebrow, “On Vampire's Kiss you wrote twenty-five, so I already know how old you are,” you say in an offended tone.

He shakes his head, “Twenty-five years I've been living in Seoul, baby.... We vampires tend to fake our age so as not to scare you humans."

Oh dear. He always has an answer for everything!

“All right, how long would you be willing to make me wait?” he clearly pretends to think about it, his expression too theatrical, but you let him. You find that side of him really adorable and would never try to change it in any way.

“A hundred days, a hundred days and you'll know who you've decided to spend your life with,” he chuckles, wrinkling his nose, nodding in agreement.

“A hundred days.”

You both don't know each other very well yet, but already hearing him say such a sentence sent your heart to heaven, and the butterflies in your stomach to a valley in bloom.

How much more can you like Jeon Jungkook?

[birb-boyo]

Twenty rupees is twenty rupees…

I-

I honestly don’t know where this idea came from. It just happened spontaneously so now it exists. Have fun :3

The fire danced in the center as they all were in different conversations. Some just talking to themselves, others talking to other heroes. But Time, he was reading a letter sent from his lover.

It was shorter than most of them. Only three paragraphs long. Time sighed and shrugged in response to the last paragraph as if Malon could see it.

“Well, twenty rupees is twenty rupees.”

In less than ten seconds, all eight heads were facing the Old Man. He looked among them with furrowed brows.

“What?” Time asked, folding up the letter he just read.

Wind dashed to his side and tried to yank the letter out of his hand. Key word: Tried.

Time stood up and looked at Wind with his trademark disappointed face. “What are you doing?!”

“With all due respect Old Man, what did you mean by “twenty rupees is twenty rupees?” The Rancher asked with a slight smile on his face.

“I meant exactly what I said. Twenty rupees is twenty rupees.”

“But what’s the context? Maybe we’re all just wrong in the head…?” The Captain looked among his brothers then to Time.

“Why must I provide context?” Time asked, tucking his letter away.

“I have no idea why we’re all surprised. I mean, think about it. Look at Four, in love with his shadow. Literally.” Wild spoke, emerging from a tree above. Legend looked at Wild with a confused look, but shook it off a second later.

Four nodded with a shrug in response.

“To be honest, I have a feeling that only the Traveler and Sailor haven't done that for rupees.” The Veteran said, a large grin on his face.

“You’re not wrong, but it’s not like I haven’t thought of it…” Hyrule said.

“Are we making this a challenge now?” Wind asked.

“No.” Warriors nearly yelled. Everyone fell into a fit of giggles and laughter. Meanwhile, Time just stood there, confused out of his mind.

“How are you all taking this, because I am either buffering in the mind, or you all make no sense.” Time spoke, this time using his assertive voice.

“It’s adorable actually! I remember that you said that you and Malon didn’t really had a wedding! So you two finally decided to get a ceremony? That’s awesome for you!” Everyone’s head turned to Sky. Silence filled their camp. Sky had a bright smile and was shuffling his hands around in the grass, looking for flowers.

“…What?” The Rancher spoke.

“They’re going to have a wedding, Rancher!”

Warriors looked at Wind who shrugged, then to Time, then back to Sky. “Sky…what are you talking about? He said “twenty rupees is twenty rupees” what did you think he said?”

“I heard him! Twenty rupees is twenty rupees means that someone is getting married but since the Old Man is already married, it would mean that he’s getting a ceremony!”

“No…it means-“ Warriors put his hand on Wind's mouth.

“I have a feeling that the phrase changed meaning over time.” Warriors looked at Legend first. “What does it mean to you?”

Legend’s leg bounced as he spoke. “Well, there was a tale about a boy who was paid twenty rupees to kill a dragon and-“

“I’ve killed a dragon!” Hyrule announced. “I thought you meant something else…”

Warriors turned to Twilight. “What does that mean to you?”

Twilight tapped on his thigh nervously. “I’ve never done it. I swear.”

“Bullshit!” Wild shouted. “You’ve kissed a guy for twenty rupees!”

“I told you that out of confidence!”

“Wasn’t his name like…Shade or something?”

“Champion!”

Time stood idle on the other side of everybody, a deadpan look on his face.

“Well…it means a little more than kissing, where I’m from,” Wind nodded with Warrior’s still covering his mouth as Warriors spoke.

“So…” Everyone’s eyes were back on Time. The faces that were once playful and full of laughter, now were brights reds. “You-“ he pointed to the Veteran, “thought that I was going to fight a dragon. And you-“ Time used two fingers to point at Twilight and Wild. “thought that was going to kiss a man, even though I am currently married. And you two,” he pointed to Warriors and Wind, who both looked away, “thought that I was going to- what?- make out with a man?”

“Worse.” Wind mumbled. Warriors punched his shoulder.

Time sighed and sat down. He couldn’t help the laughter that escaped his lips. “Goddesses, you all…” his cackling only got louder. “You are all impossible!”

Soon, everyone was laughing around the fire. Some pat someone else’s back, some slapped at their knees. Time leaned back far enough to fall off of the log he sat on. Everyone else only got louder. Some even cursed through their tears. Some even said that they couldn’t breathe.

None realized that Time himself had stopped laughing. He looked up at the sky from his laying position and smiled.

Idiots. All of them, He thought, but he couldn’t help the next thought that came. But they are my idiots…

[loweya-blog]

The Days After Part 2

(A continuation of The Day After. Warnings: Angst, Mammon, grief, character death)

On the second day, they were each given their names and titles by the Demon King, calling them all brothers. Mammon couldn’t really focus during the whole thing, just observing the rest of the castle. With the exception of Satan, the rest of them were finally allowed to leave their room. Mammon went to the library and stole a whole bunch of magic books. There had to be something good in the library. Something worthwhile.

After collecting as many books as possible, Mammon scattered off to an old abandoned storage room that nobody else could reach, building a pile of magical books. Normally Mammon wouldn’t have cared about such spells. But now…he didn’t know what was normal anymore. Everything that was normal and familiar was gone. He scanned through the spellbooks, looking for something. 

“Damn it! Stupid useless books!” He shouted, throwing a book across the empty room. 

Mammon growled in frustration as he picked up the last spellbook but found nothing. What was the point of having all these fancy spellbooks if none of em were useful?! Perhaps there were other solutions to his problem. He went around to one of the staff in the castle and tried to bribe them with the spellbooks to purchase other spellbooks for him. Most refused but the few who agreed asked for a bit more than just a dusty old book. 

They wanted grim. Mammon didn’t have any grim, yet. That night, when everybody was asleep he snuck out of the room and tracked down the treasury of the castle. He snuck into the treasure room and found piles of gold and grim. The greedy demon gathered up the shiniest of the riches, ready to ditch the room but he froze when he felt Lucifer’s hand gripping his shoulder. 

“I… was just borrowin them.” 

“Drop it. Now.” 

With a sigh, Mammon dropped the riches. He was dragged back to their shared room for a long lecture. Or so he thought. Instead Lucifer asked why he went and started stealing treasures, including the books. The greedy demon stayed quiet. 

“Mammon?” 

“...I was looking for a spell. In on of the books,” Mammon explained. “Figured one must at least have a resurrection spell somewhere.” 

Lucifer’s eyes widened with realization. 

“Mammon… that sort of spell would only work for demons if it came from here. Even then… I highly doubt one exists.” 

“Screw that! And screw your highly doubts!” Mammon shouted back in anger. “Can’t yah at least try?! We just have to find a way!”

All the sadness and grief he had shoved down began to bubble and overwhelm him. Tears formed in his eyes as he shouted at his older brother. When he wore himself out, he plopped on the ground and hugged his knees. 

“...I just want my baby sister back.” He whispered. 

Lucifer sat down next to him, placing his arm around his younger brother’s shoulder. Mammon leaned into his brother’s hug, and the two stayed like that for a long time. Though it wasn’t what he wanted, the small gesture did make him feel better. If only a little.

(Lemme know if you guys want a part 3 with Levi :D)

@louellaby

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter eleven: JUST wouldn't STAY DOWN

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: supernatural themes, mentions of vehicular accident, mentions of motorcycle accident, religious sacrifice, ptsd, large canines, bodily injury, body horror, graphic violence, religious trauma, blood, witchcraft

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

I tried to relax the best way I knew how: playing with the cats. When that didn't work, I tried staying still on my bed, but the scent of Nick was still ingrained in my sheets.

“Lyds, why am I so useless?” I asked, less to the calico and more to myself.

My only response was the sound of cat paws hitting the wooden floor. Great, even they were abandoning me. I sat up, watching Lydia move towards the dresser that was still pulled away from the wall. The lock box still discarded near it—

But not empty.

I scooted off the bed and picked it up. In his haste to take out whatever had been it, Noah didn't scoop out some papers that had stuck to the bottom.

It looked like notes, like mine, but attached to it was a page from a book, or maybe a handbook:

"Beyond the conceptual or abstract, it is an existence born of darkness and light, manifesting in every corner of our world. This Divine Power cannot be wielded or controlled by humankind, but merely channeled through distinct means. The greatest way to channel Divine Power is to become a Vessel for the Truth.

To become a proper Vessel, one must be completely open to receive the Truth. To be open, one must be empty: all unnecessary thoughts and emotions must be cast aside in a process called Hollowing. Hollowing occurs at the end of one's journey to seek Truth.

Once the Hollowing is complete and one has become an Empty Vessel the Truth may then fill that void using the Ritual of Cleromancy. Those filled with the Truth are fully enlightened, a receptacle of knowledge and Divine Power. Imbuement is the greatest privilege for those who seek the Truth, as all who journey strive to reach this peak."

And then on the paper, written in a small, clipped handwriting:

"RITUAL OF CLEROMANCY = STAB SOMEONE IN THE GUT"

God, even back then Noah was a blunt bastard.

I shook the lockbox, thinking something else might've gotten stuck, and I was rewarded with something metallic and small dropping out of the box. It bounced, and Jerry scrambled to chase it, batting at it with his paws. I quickly retrieved it before he would try and chew on it.

It was a small ear spacer, almost the size of a stud. It had to be Nick's, from when he started to stretch his lobes.

That's when I heard noises from the other side of the house “Taylor?” I heard Folio call.

“Coming!” I scrambled up and out of my room. I ran to my living room where—

"What the fuckin' hell?” I shouted.

Folio’s hands and mouth were coated in blood, but Noah was almost drenched head to toe in it. He had shed his shirt and jacket, and this close I could make out the pattern of symbols tattooed from his collarbones to his hips. And despite his human appearance, the branch-like antlers were present.

“Like what you see?" Noah asked after popping his jaw, a sound like several twigs snapping accompanying the motion.

I was too grossed out to be angry at his comment. “What the fuck did you guys do to him?”

“Interrogated,” Folio said, grinning. God, his fangs were dripping blood still.

"When you said bloody, I didn't think this much—“

“There's a lot of blood in a human body,” Noah said, wiping his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, which didn't do much since that was covered in blood as well.

I swallowed. Surprisingly I didn't feel like throwing up. “Did you at least get something out of the guy?”

“Well, we definitely got his intes—“

Noah smacked Folio upside the head, earning a small growl. “No location, but Jolly's working on that. But we got the reason behind all this.”

“Between all the screaming," Folio added.

“They’re going to try and resurrect the old Watcher, so they can go back to the old ways. And since it’s not one of the Days of Power, they’re using a practitioner for the Ritual,” Noah said. “They were going to use Granny, but they took Nick when he showed up unexpectedly.”

My vision started spinning. The Ritual. “Cleromancy,” I muttered.

“How did you—“

“You left some stuff behind,” I said. My legs felt too heavy to move, so I couldn’t get the handbook page. “We have to find him. I can’t…”

I couldn’t lose Nick. Not after I’ve lost so much already.

“Is there a way we could speed up the locating process? Jolly only has maybe eight hours, and has fifty miles to cover,” Folio said.

“If you know another way, I’m all ears dude.”

My eyes fell on my coffee table while they conversed. Amongst the papers we had abandoned last night, the little red string stood out like a fresh wound.

"What if we get separated?"

"This helps with that as well. Unless you'd rather I hold your hand the entire way?"

I don’t know why I threaded the string through the ear spacer, nor why I tied the string around my wrist. I wasn’t a practitioner, nor a witch. Was it a good luck charm? A pathetic excuse to connect to Nick? It wasn’t even that great of a job, since I did it one-handed.

Except I felt a spark of… something.

It started as a warmth in my chest and head, where my near-healed head wound was. It moved to my hand, where the metal spacer heated up and felt like it would sear my skin. I hissed in surprise and pain, pulling the spacer away, but there was no mark on my skin.

“The fuck are you doing over there?”

I turned around at Noah’s voice. He looked annoyed but curious at what I was doing. When I turned though, the metal cooled down. I turned back, and the metal heated up again.

“I think I just unintentionally casted a location spell.”

“So when did you learn how to practice?” Noah asked.

“I didn't. It just… I don't know,” I said, sighing.

This trek through the woods was a lot faster, even though I kept tripping and falling, due to not having Nick keeping me upright. At one point Noah suggested Folio carry me on his back, even going so far as to call it a “furry piggyback ride” after we refused the first time. Needless to say, we refused again.

I couldn't feel angry at him. Just… pity, I guess. “You got serious anger issues then. Probably should see a therapist about that,” I stated.

Unfortunately, Folio ran on ahead to scout the area in front of us, with Noah acting as the middle man if we had to change directions because of the terrain. Which left me with the man who just this morning had me pinned to the wall by my neck.

“So how long?” I asked. Noah made an inquisitive grunting noise. “How long did you have feelings for him?”

Noah was silent for a while, almost making me think he wasn't going to dignify me with a response, until he finally spoke, “Not too long before shit went down, actually. We… bonded a little after we watched Folio get killed.”

“Bonded? Is that a euphemism for–”

“No, get your mind out of the gutter,” Noah snapped. “We kissed once, okay? After i lost my mom, I stayed over a lot. Nick wasn't into it, and I respected that. We stayed friends, and I got a girlfriend soon after.”

“Elin?”

“God, don't fucking remind me. That bitch deserved her fate,” Noah growled. The thought of what that fate probably was had me pushing through another several moments of tense silence.

“You didn't get over him, did you?” I asked quietly.

“I did, in fact. When I was in service to the original Watcher as the Towering Man,” Noah said with a bitter laugh. “Being over six feet tall was a curse in school, and the Watcher just loved to rub my face in it.

“I would wait for Nick to realize that I wasn't dead; that I was right outside in the woods behind his house. Nick used to search the woods after the search parties gave up, turns out. I thought he had just given up. So I left, and didn't see him until the next Summer Solstice.

“I guess seeing him with you… brought back old wounds. And I acted on them.”

Noah was about to respond when he suddenly crouched down, pushing me down with him. “You see that fire?” He hissed.

We crept up on the scene before us. It was… horrifying. That was the only way I could describe it, but even then, it felt inadequate. It looked exactly how I’d imagine a cult would look like: dark clearing, candles, an altar.

I could only count ten members. They all wore black cloaks, and black masks that mimicked a deer’s skull and antlers. They all stood in pairs, except one who stood before a tall effigy made of thick branches, twigs, vines and leaves. And tied that effigy, in some kind of terrifying mockery of the crucifixion, was Nick.

I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to middle the sound of my choked sob. From this distance, I couldn’t see if he was alive or not; just that he was covered in blood.

“What do we do now?” I asked.

“Wait for Jolly to lure them to the river. He's not far,” Noah said.

My stomach churned when I looked back at Nick. A part of me wanted to rush the cultists and get him down, but I knew with my disabled hip I wouldn't be able to take on ten people who may or may not have something to stab me with. At least one person had to if they were going to try to sacrifice Nick.

Just then, one of the cultists brought out a small drum, starting to tap out a rhythm that was simple but loud. I could compare it to what my heartbeat felt like.

The one that was closest to Nick, who stood out amongst the others because their mask’s antlers were blood-red instead of black like the others, held up a hand. “We will now drink from the Cup of Fate,” the leader called out.

“Come on, Jolly. Any second now,” Noah hissed from behind me.

“Our words uttered into the formless void.”

“Our words uttered…” the cultists parroted back.

“Reverberate through the space between space, between space.”

The rhythmic beating of the drum and the smell of smoke was almost hypnotizing. More so than the one time I heard Jolly’s guitar playing…

“We are heard by THAT WHICH WATCHES OVER US, so it may lift one heavy, eager eye in our direction.”

“You don’t think they have the drum to dispel Jolly’s song, do you?” I whispered to Noah.

“We are heard by those who shall always be nameless—“

“Fuckin’… shit!” Noah cursed.

“—whose incorporeal arms reach for us—“

“Alright, Folio, get in there.”

“—uniting us in unbodied observance, until we are heard no—“

The chant was cut off by the sound of a long howl. The drum stopped, and when the howl faded, I could hear the sound of a guitar and a clear voice singing:

“If God came down from His kingdom; He came down from His home, and we asked Him if He would take us back, He would surely tell us no.”

Noah had warned me of Jolly's songs, which was why I brought some small ear plugs that blocked out certain frequencies. It just so happened to block out any siren-esque frequencies as well.

What they didn't block out was the absolute chaos that came next.

They didn't block out the sounds of creaking wood and snapping branches behind me as Noah shifted into his other form. They didn't block out the sounds of Folio’s paws thundering through the forest, nor his snarls. They didn’t block out the screams as some people were ripped apart by Folio’s jaws. I had to block it all out myself.

I looked up as Noah’s deformed shadow fell over me. He looked down at me through a deer’s skull, which from this angle, I could see was melded to his face. His large, glowing white eyes pierced the darkness.

GET TO NICK.

I didn't need to be told twice.

As Noah loped towards the remaining cultists, I bolted towards Nick as fast as I was able to. I almost slammed face-first into the effigy when I skidded to a stop, but I caught myself by digging my fingers into the cracks between the sticks. The carnage behind me was still unfolding, even as I heard Noah unleash an unearthly shriek. Using a small pocket knife to cut Nick’s legs free, I soon had to climb the effigy to free his wrists.

That's when I heard a small noise come from him. I pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat and his chest rise and fall. I almost collapsed in relief. “Nick? Nick, hold on. We're gonna get you out of here,” I sputtered, moving my hand to cup the side of his face. His eyes fluttered open at the touch. They looked drained of color in the dim light.

“Hey, you’re gonna be alright, okay? I’m gonna get you out of here,” I repeated, trying to keep him conscious. “I'm gonna cut this one rope, and I'll try to catch you, but we might take a fall–"

I had cut through the rope, finally freeing him, and Nick started to slide down. I managed to catch him, but I couldn't compensate for the near-dead weight in time. As my footing slipped, I tried to catch us by grabbing onto the effigy. The wood tore my hands up. I hissed in pain, but held on for dear life; more for his and less for mine.

My feet touched the ground, followed by Nick's. Luckily he was only half a foot taller than me, because otherwise this would've gotten awkward as I wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

I searched wildly for Noah. Thankfully, he was easy to spot. I got him!! I screamed out into the ether in his direction.

GO! RUN!

Just then, a dark force barreled into me, launching me and tearing Nick from my arms. As I landed on my bad hip, a visceral scream of pain tore up my throat. In my dazed state, I barely saw the same force kick me with what seemed to be supernatural strength, as I heard bones crack as I flew several feet away and landed on my back.

“You who are empty, I shall guide your step. Lo, though you envy, envy not. Lo, though you covet, covet not.”

Despite the agonizing pain in my side, I managed to turn myself over onto my stomach. Vision spinning, I was able to find Nick, who had managed to push himself up onto his elbows. I started to pull myself toward him.

“You who are empty, I shall see through your eyes. Lo, though you toil, toil only for me. Lo, though you suffer, suffer only for me.”

A strong hand grabbed the back of my skull, tearing some of my hair out from its bun and my scalp. The pain was dulled, thanks to the adrenaline. The voice that hissed in my ear was the same voice as the leader.

“You who are empty, I shall be with you and within you. You who are empty, you shall want no longer.”

He suddenly let me go, a wave of dizziness and fog overcoming me as I collapsed back to the ground, face smashing into the hard ground. I groaned into the pavement as the adrenaline faded, and my entire left side felt like it had been scorched. I couldn’t feel my legs.

I sucked in a deep breath, though it hurt my chest to do so, and shifted my head to where my cheek was pressed against the hot asphalt. Someone’s headlights illuminated the entire crash scene, but my eyes immediately fell upon a masculine body that was several feet away, blue-gray eyes fixed on me. Eyes that pleaded for me.

I forced my body to move, even if it was just my arms. I clawed at the blacktop, my weak strength barely getting me off the street, and I barely felt the twinge as my fingernails split and broke.

YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM.

Yes, yes I could. If my stupid body would just cooperate–

YOU ARE WEAK.

Why wasn't I moving?

YOU ARE EMPTY.

No. Not this again.

My brother was dying. Again.

And I was being forced to watch. Again.

Fuck, everything hurt.

Everything was hazy as well, like the whole day was spent underwater. Nicholas tried to think of the last thing he remembered clearly. Having sex with Taylor? That was practically so ingrained into his brain, he’d never forget about that in a million years. Noah being angry and yelling at him about Taylor having sex with Taylor? Yeah, that was pretty much ingrained into him as well. Driving to his grandmother's house, going through the front door, and then… That's where his memories took a nosedive.

He practically existed in a halfway state, up until now. Small flashes of consciousness here and there was all he had. He had tried to reach out to the Woods to try and gain some energy back, but he couldn’t, so whoever had him must've drugged him or bound his inner power. He felt like a battery whose insides were slowly leaking.

Except he could sense a little spark he couldn't quite reach.

It was like it only existed in the corner of Nicholas’ vision; whenever he would look directly at it, it would disappear. When he looked away, it would appear again. It felt familiar, the little golden light, like it was a friend—

Oh, that's what it was. The fact that they were still holding onto it was surprising to him. Maybe they did share the same feelings after all.

He had coaxed the little spark closer and closer, weaving his practice into suggestions that would lead them to him, until he could almost touch it. Except when was right in front of him, he couldn't. Why couldn't he take it? It was his, after all.

“--? Nick, hold on.”

With the sound of a familiar voice, Nicholas roused to a state of semi-consciousness, but that meant the spark vanished, leaving him in the dark once again. Except now he could feel. And everything hurt.

He felt his body let out a small noise of pain. “Hey, you're gonna be alright.” A warm hand touched his face, and he was so shocked at the feeling of something not painful that his eyes slowly opened. His vision took awhile to clear up while a slightly feminine voice kept speaking. Large brown eyes swam into view. Noah?

No, Taylor. “I'm gonna cut this one rope, and I'll try to catch you, but we might take a fall–”

He couldn't hear the rest because he was too focused on the feeling of gravity pulling him down. It quickly stopped, but not before someone let out a noise of pain. He then felt his feet touch solid ground, and Taylor took all of his weight onto themselves.

Except then he was flying again - no, falling. Everything hurt more when Nicholas felt his body connect with a hard surface, almost knocking him out again, but that darkness went away when an ear piercing shriek roused him more to consciousness.

Taylor. Taylor was hurt.

Nicholas pushed himself up and looked through the curtain of his tangled and bloody hair. He managed to see Taylor, saw their eyes connect with his, until a shadow descended over them. All he saw of their attacker was blood-red antlers, and his heart dropped.

He screamed in pain and terror and anger as he launched to his feet. He managed to land a swing despite being drunk on pain and blood loss. The figure, this new leader of the cult, stumbled backwards, and then a long, branch-like arm snagged him and threw him further away.

Nicholas fell to his knees next to Taylor. “Tay?” he shouted, rolling them over. “Taylor!” Their brown eyes were wide, unseeing, but he could feel their pulse beating frantically under his fingers. They would jerk and moan occasionally, like they were experiencing a nightmare. They were under some malediction.

“Maledictions are just what we call dark practice,” Granny had told Nicholas several years ago, when he was just starting to learn the practice. “These are mostly spells that are used to hurt people, like a curse or what ordinary people might call a hex.”

Nicholas looked up at the sound of a roar that used to haunt his nightmares.

Despite facing two paranormal entities, the cult leader was somehow still standing. It was almost like watching the fight between Noah and the Black Stag all those years ago. But that meant there was only one way to defeat the Stag, if he really was possessing the cult leader. Just like last time.

And to save Taylor from the Hollowing, he’d have to kill the Vessel the only way he could.

“That sounds intense,” Nicholas had replied that night with Granny. “Have you ever done a dark spell like this?”

“No,” Granny had replied, “they can steal something from the practitioner. You might not even feel it, but the malediction can take something from you. The darker the malediction, the bigger the sacrifice.”

Using what little of his inner power he had left, Nicholas scooped a handful of dirt and rubbed it between his palms. “Come denizens of the dark earth, banish the evil and let it be no more,” he muttered into his hands. He then ran and jumped onto the Vessel’s back, earning a surprised, unearthly shriek. He wrapped his hands around the man’s throat, digging his now-black fingers into the soft flesh.

YOU CANNOT KILL US.

“No, but we can stop you. And we’ll keep stopping you from coming back, again and again, until you finally give up,” Nicholas hissed into the Vessel’s ear.

WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP, FOR WE ARE THE VERY BEST AT WAITING.

“Then you can wait in Hell, motherfucker.”

Nicholas squeezed his fingers tighter around the Vessel's throat, speaking the spell he had learned those several years ago, despite being warned of the consequences. “May the righteous triumph over he who walks the untrue path. With this sacrifice, I bind your suffering. May you eternally wither.”

And under Nicholas’ fingers, the cult leader began to rot away, until nothing was left except the wet slap of skin and bone hitting the ground.

Nicholas looked up at Noah, who was shifting into his humanoid form. He could hear Folio limping towards them, and could hear Jolly’s song fading, meaning that they were all okay. All his family was safe.

He turned to look at Taylor, who was stirring to life. Nicholas let go of the cloak, breathing out a sigh of relief as the last scraps of his essence slipped away.

And everything went black.

Tysm for reading! Next chapter coming soon!

[somacruising]

A White Future, Volume 2 Episode: Ion, Sync, & Florian Translation: Final Part

Prev | (This is the last part!)

Well, it’s been a project that’s taken me half a year, but this is the final part of the green beans’ section. What’s left is Sync’s death and Florian’s epilogue. I want to thank everyone who encouraged me to keep this up, with a special shout out to @vangrants​, @rayless-reblogs​, and everyone else for being there while I was in translation hell. I’d also like to thank my friend Mars for helping with some of the Japanese I couldn’t make heads or tails of.

That said, without further ado, here is the conclusion.

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Sync watched Luke’s group as they walked across the cobblestones of Eldrant.

“Look out! It’s a trap!” Jade suddenly shouted.

But the trap managed to snare Luke’s ankle. The fonic glyph activated.

“We won’t make it in time,” Jade growled.

Luke instinctively thrust his hand forward, calling out Asch’s name in his head. At the same time, the fonic glyph erupted into a raging explosion.

When the explosion’s roar faded, Luke and the others were safe, protected as if they were wrapped in something invisible.

“Hyperresonance…no, second-order hyperresonance? Impossible…” Jade groaned. Luke stared at his hands in surprise.

“The moment I thought about Asch, something in me just… It was like when I destroyed Akzeriuth…but I think I can actually control it...”

“A second-order hyperresonance. You’ve got to be joking.”

Sync interrupted Luke, announcing his presence as he stood before them.

“Sync, you're a replica, just like Ion! Why are you helping a project like this!?” Anise glared at Sync, her eyes seeming to pierce through his mask.

“I'm not like him. Ion...the seventh Ion was a naive child.” Sync smiled thinly. “I hate the Score. I detest it.”

“Because…you were thrown away?” Luke asked.

“No, it’s because I was born!” Sync immediately fired back.

Luke and the others were taken aback by Sync’s rage.

“I'm not even a substitute like you. I was born a piece of meat. It’s meaningless! If the Score hadn't existed, I wouldn't have been stuck with this pathetic life!”

“Are you saying you've gained nothing since you were born?” Anise asked.

“Not a thing.” Another quick answer. Sync’s lips curled up into a strange smile. “I'm empty. But it doesn't matter. I didn't care who it was, as long as they would erase the Score—the Seventh Fonon!”

Sync continued to speak. “Let's test it. You, or the empty me. Let's see which side this world wants to survive!”

Luke drew his sword, staring straight through his mask as Sync began chanting.

‘Is Sync trying to kill himself!?’ Luke thought.

Which one of them is the world trying to keep alive? Luke thought there was no way Sync didn’t already know the answer. After all, he had been struggling with the exact same thing with Asch.

Before the roar of Sync’s Thunderblade had subsided, Guy kicked off the floor. Within the flames of his Stone Dragon Ascent arte, Sync took the blade roughly to his small body.

It was then that Sync turned his chest to Luke.

‘Sync…?’

He’d heard that Sync had been born with a body far stronger than Ion’s. And yet, wasn’t this like Sync was just asking Luke to kill him?

Luke did not falter. Van was waiting for them in the back.

“Enough! Stop it!” Luke screamed. He stabbed Sync through the heart. Luke's sword pierced through the other side of his slender chest.

Sync stumbled backward and his back slammed into the rubble of a pillar. His mask fell from his face. “…Van…destroy…Lorelei…”

The sound of footsteps was quickly becoming distant to Sync.

‘Luke and the others must have left,’ Sync thought absently.

Blood spurted from his gutted chest, spreading across the floor. He reached for the pool of blood and was surprised to find that he couldn’t reach it.

From the elbow down, his wrist and fingertips were transparent. The area appeared and disappeared like a slow blinking light.

Sync laughed involuntarily.

‘Finally…finally, I can die,’ He thought. ‘Looking back, ever since that day when I climbed that hot slope, I’ve done nothing but dance on Van’s strings.’

Sync would welcome Lorelei's disappearance, but what was the point?

‘It has nothing to do with me…it doesn’t matter anymore…’

From the elbow down, Sync’s body was disappearing.

‘Disappear, all of this damned body… How appropriate for me.’

Sync felt happy from the bottom of his heart. That man would never know how much Sync had wanted to die.

‘Everything will disappear... Doesn't that fit me, Van? I'm grateful that you gave me a chance to take revenge on the world, but...but I don't care about what's going to happen next anymore. I have finally won in this instant. Me, who had only kept losing until now...’

Sync’s arms were already gone.

“Now…finally, I can…relax…”

He let out his final breath.

Sync vanished with a satisfied smile on his face. All that remained was the mask that had always watched over the replica who had hated his own life.

* * *

After running down the Albiore’s boarding ramp, which had landed at Daath, Anise hurried toward the cathedral.

“Anise, you'll fall if you rush like that!”

“Anise!”

She could hear Natalia and the others calling out to her, but she didn't care. Today, she was finally coming back to what she left behind when she went to fight Van.

“Florian!”

Without so much as a word of greeting to Maestro Tritheim, Anise practically flew into the room where Florian was sitting. He had been lying on his bed when she barged in, but had quickly sat up upon hearing her voice.

“I'm home, Florian!”

“Anise!”

She took the replica's hand and beamed with joy at seeing him again. His eyes were sparkling.

‘He has the same face as Ion…’ Anise quickly chided herself as soon as the thought formed.

Florian didn't know anything about the original Ion, the other replicas, the war, or the Score.

“You look exactly like him, but you're different.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Florian is Florian, that's all.” Anise chirped.

Her laugh made him smile.

‘I wonder why... When I am called by my name, I feel like I become myself.’ Florian put his hand on his chest. The warmth he felt showed him he was alive, here. The version of him without a name was gone forever.

“I'm Florian,” he softly muttered. He then lifted his head.

“I'm Florian!”

~The End~

[rosewatergrapefruit]

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@sallycinnamons​ hehe okay. sorry this took forever I was like ‘ok if I post it I have to make double extra sure I’m satisfied with every song on there’ (special shout out to “Every Night” by THEE Paul McCartney, which I adore but decided was not right. It’s the only one I culled)

anyway HERE is a link to this playlist and below is a bit about why each song is on here or what gains the song entry to this playlist. Basically the organizing question is what does Love sound like to me, Mimi [REDACTED]? Like many great playlists it started as an informal shortlist in my head and I decided I really did want to keep track of them. You’ll notice maybe like I did after making the playlist that a lot of them are about someone you want to listen to or want to listen to you more than anything. clearly that’s the height of romance to me...

its not in any particular order, just how I added it. 

1. “Jesus, Etc.” - Wilco - “I’ll be around / You were right about the stars”

2. “Only for You” - Heartless Bastards - first song I ever felt sounded like love to me, would have been first song if I had not been actively listening to Wilco when I decided to pull the trigger 

3. “The Book I Read” - Talking Heads - “I’m embarrassed to admit it hit the soft spot it in my heart when / I found out you wrote the book I read” 

4. “Ask Me Why” - The Beatles - “I love you / ‘Cause you tell me things I want to know” also John’s cold voice sounds like hes cryinnnnggggg :)

5. “This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)” - Talking Heads - as I mentioned earlier, often considered The love song in a catalogue characteristically devoid of them. Can’t pull out a lyric, all of them fit

6. “Ladies” - Fiona Apple - “Nobody can replace / anybody else / so it would be a shame to make it a competition”

7. “I Want You To Love Me” - Fiona Apple - Hey Guy Have You Heard This Song.

8. “Village Green” - The Kinks - ok this one is more getting at the fact that you can love a place so much, and also I always love how he goes back and sits with Daisy even though she’s married to the grocer. sometimes when you go to college out of state you form strong emotional connections with village pastorals okay?

9. “If I Needed Someone” - The Beatles - kind of incredibly blasé for a love song but thats why I love it I think?? It’s saying listen I don’t actually need anyone else but. If i did it would be you..

10. “Sugar on My Tongue” - Talking Heads - YAYYYYYYY BEING ALIVE IN A BODY AND HORNY FOR ANOTHER HUMANBEING IS BEAUTIFUL YAYYYYY LETS ALL HOLD HANDS

11. “Tim I Wish You Were Born a Girl” - Of Montreal - a repression enjoyer classic but its on here because he literally loves tim more than he knows how to think about. ok wow

12. “Concerto for Philodendron & Pothos” - Mort Garson - I have dreams about trying to orchestrate this one day and I’m giving the synth around :45 to a lone trumpet. That’s Love

13. “Nothing But Mine” - Billie Marten - “Be my friend / there is no other way to say it”

14. “Slide Away” - Oasis - “I dream of you / and all the things you said” & “Let me be the one to shine with you” & “We talk of growing old” NEED I GO ON? This one very recently has become an instant cry in the first ten seconds kind of song, which is nice. It deserves it

15. “Don’t Let Me Down” - The Beatles and Billy Prescott who is really quite crucial here - best John vocal of all time. Sorry. Don’t let me down please don’t let me down. Don’t let me down........

16. “Live Forever” - Oasis - “Maybe you’re the same as me / We see things they’ll never see” - man. man. man. man. man. yeah

17. “People Take Pictures of Each Other” - The Kinks - “People take pictures of each other / just to prove that they really existed” 

18. “Village Green Preservation Society” - The Kinks - “Aren’t they the same thing? Love and attention?” 

ok yay this was fun. If I ever add more songs I might come back to this post I really enjoy annotated lists 

[megatownac]

I don't want to talk about Ankha, but I'm going to, just once

To the person who's sent me three asks this week regarding Ankha's status as a meme, both accusing me of not caring about her and then insisting that I must care because of all my totally-normal posts about her:

I'm not going to post the text of your messages, because, frankly, I don't want to. I try to keep this blog safe for all ages, even if I do dance around some adult or risque topics. I'll joke about giving Henry a sound thrashing, or burying Tom Nook alive, or, and this is what seems to have upset you, the fact that NSFW artwork of Ankha exists. But that's where it ends. I try to avoid swearing or using any explicit language, and you went for it in your asks, and that's why I won't be posting that text here.

You've asked me to speak out against the meme of Ankha as a "sex doll," saying that sickos on the internet are ruining her, and making it impossible for people to find normal, work-safe fanart of her.

I'm not gonna speak up FOR that, for sure, but I can't speak against it, because I disagree with your basic premise. I don't think that it's become impossible to find the cute artwork, and I don't think she's being ruined by anyone. As I said myself in my post on Sunday with my latest character poll, on this blog, Ankha is just living her simulated life on Supertown, completely unaware of anything else that might be said or done on the internet. She's just hanging out, like any other Snooty islander.

Maybe it IS hard to look up Ankha on Google image search, or even here on Tumblr, without finding her drawn in ways that differ greatly from her Animal Crossing character design, which is, let's not forget, this:

She looks like a child. She has the exact same proportions, the same mesh, as every other cat, male and female. She's just there, a blob, in fun makeup and with a fun hat that looks like a smiling snake. That's not what's turning people on. They're projecting a fantasy onto her. It's not her. It's them.

And it sucks! And I wish it wouldn't happen! But I do not have some kind of dark and terrible power that I can use to "call upon the Animal Crossing fandom" to do anything about it beyond saying what should already be obvious: you shouldn't post stuff that isn't work-safe in places where kids will stumble upon it. That's not a hot take. That doesn't need ME, of all people, standing up on my soapbox shouting it. You know how many people actually read this blog on a regular basis? Maybe half a dozen, tops. My "last three days" activity view right now says I've gotten eight notes across my most recent 13 posts, man. MOST of my posts get zero engagement with the internet at large.

This kind of thing happens in EVERY fandom, to some degree. Maybe you're old enough to remember when My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic actually tried to embrace their older male audience? It made the online fandom for that show pretty hard to tolerate!

I'm a big JRPG guy. Have been for over thirty years, because, as I've pointed out in the past, I'M OLD. I remember as a teenager, in the early days of the internet, finding NSFW fanart of my most beloved game and cartoon characters and being very upset about it, too.

If you're upset about, say, the Zone cartoon that featured Ankha, I've got news for you there, too: Zone's motto literally used to be a boast about how he's been ruining people's childhoods since 2000. This is a thing that happens, and we all just have to ignore it and move on.

I get it. You like Ankha. A lot. You used a different account, but I'm pretty sure you're the person who did this:

You went back a decade and liked hundreds of my posts featuring Ankha. That's great! I'm really glad that you enjoyed seeing her through the years. I love Ankha, too. She's wonderful. Hang onto that. Don't stress about what other people are doing with Ankha. Ankha does not mind. Ankha is not a real person. Ankha is a video game character. Everybody who has Ankha in their town has their own copy of Ankha, in the same way that everybody who bought a Rainbow Dash figurine has their own copy of it, no matter what extremely gross things they've chosen to do with them. It does not "ruin" Rainbow Dash for other children that there are people doing messed-up things with theirs. It does not "ruin" Ankha that people are getting turned on looking at artwork that other people have drawn and posted to the internet.

Does it make it harder to be a fan? Yes, of course it does. And that sucks. It makes it hard to find the cute stuff that you're looking for. I'm telling you this as someone who first started going online and looking up his interests when he was 1) a young teenager, and 2) a HUGE fan of Final Fantasy 7. The original one, back in 1997. And BOY HOWDY, even THEN, even with a 56k modem that took several minutes to download a single image, I sure did accidentally stumble upon some absolutely gross stuff. It made me angry! And all I could do was focus on the good in the world, and it taught me how to do that, to where now I can play Mario games without thinking about Bowsette, for example.

(Though I actually rather like Bowsette as a concept, I do not like scrolling Twitter and suddenly seeing adult images of the character without asking for them)

If you won't take it from me, take it from Sonic the Hedgehog.

Trust him. If there's ANYONE out there who would know what it means to have fans who are ruining him on the internet, it's Sonic the Hedgehog.

Now, please, go back to peacefully enjoying cute little Ankha the adorable yellow cat in a children's video game, and I'll go back to making silly posts about her that waste everyone's time and clog up the tags so that people have to block me.

[brawlerbaiken]

yo what is up you guys right now we're at mcdonalds, and it is currently 3 in the morning and we just found out when you come to mcdonalds at 3 in the morning, you can order the among us happy meal you guys, that's right, you heard, me, the among us happy meal, and there's a toy inside of among us- you can either be a crewmate, or it can be an impostor and if you guys do not know what among us is, you must be living under a rock you guys, this game is insane, ok? so you can play with a bunch of friends ok? like 8, i- i- i think it's up to 10 people you can play with, and there's impostors, and there's crewmates, and pretty much the impostor is trying to sabotage the whole game and trying to win.

it's insane you guys, once again, this- this video is not sponsored at all, but this game is insane. so we got so excited guys we love the game and we found that the mcdonalds is offering an among us happy meal, AND there's a toy inside, but supposedly, when you get this happy meal you guys, something scary and weird with the impostor. now i don't really believe it, but these videos i've been seeing on youtube have been insane, so that's why we're here right now, we're gonna go through the drive through, and we're gonna order the among us happy meal.

But i need EVERYONE to like this video if you're excited, ok? like this video with your knuckles right now, just smash, hit the like button, SUPER HARD you guys, on the count of 3 seconds i wanna see what you guys can do cuz i can't do it, and if cole can't do it, no one could like this video with their knuckles so let's see if you guys can do it in 3 seconds. 3, 2, 1. OH HO! they can do it! (oh my god!) you guys, if you could do it comment down below, and also leave a comment down below if you ever played among us, or if you know anything about impostors, or crewmates, or among us, alone. and we'll shout you out on the next video, so thank you guys so much for leaving AWESOME comments all the single time, it's amazing.

yeahhhh, alright you guys, moment of truth, i don't see anyone in the line though, yeah i haven't seen anything about it! this is mcdonalds, how may i help you today? hi um, can i get the, uh, among us happy meal with a cheese burger and no pickle? and can i get um- uh- do you have orange hi-c or no? no, we have an orange poptart, apples or extra ketchup oh, french fries? anything else, sir? that's it ok please come to the second window alright. gasp no way they actually have it no way!!!!! no freaking way!!! they actually have it dude no way! no way!

alright i'm putting my mask on guys, turn off the light? ok, ok yeah ok hey how are you? ok here you go man oooohhh ok cool. laughs hysterically THE TOY!! They actually had it dude! Dude no way! no way! ok im gonna put my mask up. hey how He wanna says something? oh, thank you! OHH MY GOD GUYS WE ACTUALLY GOT IT in the most ear piercing voice possible The among us happy meal you guys. Dude this is so cool. Ok you guys taks off mask we're gonna head back home and open this up so we can see what inside of it cut to house with woman who looks like shes 100% a dead body holding the meal Ok guys we're home and im like ready to feast on this thing and i also really wanna know what insideare you.

OOOH , ok cool, laughs hysterically I dont like how its not decroative though. whats he doing? Hes putting the key that no one knows cause you can only get it at 3 in the morning, OOOH it has to be secret menu item. It has to be secret menu. oh my god. ohohoho my god. i really though he was gonna say no like they dont have it i thought it didnt exist He wanna says something? oh, thank you! OHH MY GOD GUYS WE ACTUALLY GOT IT in the most ear piercing voice possible The among us happy meal you guys. Dude this is so cool. Ok you guys taks off mask we're gonna head back home and open this up so we can see what inside of it cut to house with woman who looks like shes 100% a dead body holding the meal Ok guys we're home and im like ready to feast on this thing and i also really wanna know what inside Yeah you guys this is going to be IN SANE imagine getting the among us happy meal from mcdonalds? Cause i know they had a travis scott meal and a impossible to hear the amONGUs happy meal? I think thats so much cooler though.

this is gonna be so insane and you can only get this item at 3 am and its a super unique item guys so im SUUUPER glad they did not sell out when we got there but nichole, this is gonna be creepy you know what amongus is its creepy man It gets like very demonic, It does sometimes, very weird im kind of freaking out and im wondering what kind of toy it is but lets stop talking and just get right into it, everyone LIKE this video right now, if we can get 30000 likes it will show you are excited i want to see if you guys are excited right now so like the video. alright you ready? im ready.

ok lets open this up. ok Ready? lets see whats inside it ok 3 2 1. EWWWW. What what?. WHAT THE HECK? What? Dude i cant do that im not gonna eat that. what?? im not gonna eat that. what? LOOK AT IT, LOOK AT THIS. What, the, heck is that. thats so gross its disgusting you know what? grab the camera. I know its 3AM but come on thats disgusting you cant give that to people If you're giving this to kids they're gonna get sick from this. Wheres all the fries? depression when no fries Theres like no food, EWWWW look at this, i think its a blood. WHAT??!?! Wait are you serious. . . THIS IS THE AMONGUS TOY? Pulls out mousetrap What the heck? What is this? And theres more blood over it too, look at this! Oh its a mousetrap! is it supposed to be a trap form amongus? YEAH! Like in likeliek amongus you can get trap and rooms they have the electronical room But why would they put that in a kids meal? thats literally dangerous. Does it actually work? if this OOOOO Theres saliva coming out of his mouth owwwww. OH MY GOD DID IT BREAK YOUR FINGER??/ nononono im ok i thought it was gonna be like a fake toy or something. pain Now we know for sure its real though, owwww.

i dont know what else is in there please be careful. You guys like the video right now if you wanna see what else is in here this is nasty. pulls out cheeseburger with no blood on it theres more blood on this It looks so dry though hamburger becomes bloody EWWSWWWWWS what is that. What the fff- i need monetisation sorry for my language but what the f is this??? reveals crewmate body in burger WHAT IS THAT? Are we gonna call a meeting or something like that? this is weird, this actually feels like its real life, look at th, look at the burger passionately sniffs burger ewww that is nasty man ewwww door knocks did somebody just knock?

YOU GUYS somebody just knocked on the door right now its 3:20 in the morning now though theres no way someone can knock on the door walks slowly over to door and opens it but looks in peephole first Its blocked Somebodys covering their hand on it look you cant see, back up back up back up SHHH! get a little closer just in case you guys wish us luck in the comments right now please pray for us 1 2 3 red crewmate is taped to peephole both of them have an asthma attack oh my god oh my god. whats going on? You guys look at this. Is this the among us toy that was supposed to come with the among us happy meal??? Or do you think they deliver it maybe, maybe they like forgot to put it in the box but wer didnt tell them our address?

you guys look at this, IS THIS THE IMPOSTOR? Looks like it. But anyone can be the impostor you guys look at this they left an amoNGUS toy a- or what if hes real? what if hes evil? I mean its 3 AM its literally demon hour. WE DIDNT CHECK THE DRINK YOU GUYS Be careful. Because theres something wrong with everything in this meal. WHY IS IT YELLOW? it smells sour like funky (instantly drinks it and spits it out) OMG WHAT IS IT? Its pee. WHAT Its pee (im not adding anything in this is what happens in that video) and i have pee in my mouth now dude you are gonna get sick omg i told you not to drink that.

Guys that is not normal man like the amongus came to our door an- another asthma attack as it dissapears Where did it go? Oh my goood i literally just put it right there, wait did he fall let me check where is he? checks under desk is there anything there? i dont, i dont hits head of of desk OW oh my god are you ok are yo- door shuts oh my god, what is going on. door knocks again They are knocking again heads towards door guys please pray for us in the comments right now like the video red crewmate is back on the door again dude what is going on what is going on dude, guys now we got this thing fricking evil It has to be possessed.

theres no way i literally put him right there but if theres two of them i i dont know. So mcdonalds is not delivering this this is real life its evil, you guys the video is becoming way too long i agree its 17 mins of this shit we're gonna have to end it right here thank fuck and we're gonna find out what should we do with this should we cut him open?

what should we do comment down below should we go back to mcdonalds i need you guys advice right now cause this is not normal once again like the video guys if this was insane and if you guys are not subscribed subscribe Also follow our instagram we will probably put this on our story or we will put it on next video, make sure to go follow our instagram at im not advertising you bucko if you guys do follow the first 500 followers we will follow you back so make sure to go follow our instagram right now we are gonna have to go put this in a box or something this is not right, so we'll see you guys in the next video man this is creepy dude

[pohtiongho]

The Story of a Greedy Man

This guy was telling me that when a gigantic tree had been chopped down, all the evil and greedy monkeys would be exposed. These monkeys would be running everywhere, scheming, plotting, and plundering. History has never been short of such incidents, because that was part of human nature.

This greedy man was very interested to overthrow the existing government.  He had been running down the good name of the statesmen in the ruling government.  I told him that if he was sincere, he should join the Opposition, help to run the party, and maybe he could stand out and be on the top.  Every country is short of dynamic leaders who could make positive contribution. He disliked the idea because he must be the top man. So this coward approached an old man, over 80 years old, and assisted him to have a new party registered. Two years after that party was officially registered, the old man passed away.

 I told that greedy guy there was no need to have another party registered, because it was obvious that the Opposition was improving, as during the last three GEs (general elections), the number of members of parliament for that party was rising after every election. It was a matter of time that it would form the next government, may be 10 years from today, maybe 15 years. What sort of statesman are you if you cannot wait 10 to 15 years?  When a gardener drops a durian seed on the ground, do you know how many years he has to wait before that tree can bear fruits? Your yard will start to bloom, after many years of tender care.

Online anonymity enables these cowards to shout as if they are really brave, posting defamatory and insulting remarks everywhere.  Those lies go viral within minutes. Wild claims and hearsay are no substitute for solid evidence. These hypocrites who despite their malicious intention, pretend to have good will and sympathy. We are now sure of their ulterior motive.  These are the jealous and lascivious bandits. Hatred, greed and jealousy burn and smolder in their heart. They are always defamatory, scandalous and untrue.  They are always armed with vociferous quackery, and stoking sectarian tension is their best skill. They don’t even know that honesty enhance human’s physical, psychological and spiritual life. We want accountability, and political corruption must be stopped. The barbarity of what happened in the past has attracted international attention.

To retain your sanity, you must not get involved with ruthless and tyrannical party. People look for an alternative because they want concrete answers to the economy and social crises. A matured person will be stable, compassionate, and humble. He will have clarity of the mind. The public must prevent the thugs from fanning the flames of fear, jealousy and hatred.  These thugs are good at creating the ill will of schism which can last for centuries.

If you can put forward-looking, progressive, modern, liberal, enterprising, and dynamic government, why not come forward sincerely and introduce yourself? How do you narrow down the gap between rich and poor, which is now widening?

The gadflies are annoying.  They are evil and greedy. They swindled and murdered, just like mad people. Why are they still walking freely on the streets? The heroes are only trying to jettison decades of barbarity created by colonists. Integrity, reliability and openness, made it a catalyst for freedom, and prosperity.

This greed which seizes them tenaciously, is embedded in their subconscious part of the mind, for so long that their stubbornness and tenacity grow stronger every day. Even if they have accumulated 1 000000 tons of gold in the Swiss Bank, they would still be not satisfied and would not be happy if they have not cheated or swindled for just one day. It is indeed more thuggery than anything else. The Treasury is a mine of gold. That is the only reason they want to run the government.

[endversewinchester]

And now let's have a lenghyyyyy discussion about the lead up to Sirius' and Molly's argument, shall we?

We pick up just where last chapter ended. With Sirius being slurred at by his mother in front of everyone for associating with muggles, and Lupin for being a freak. Clearly, Sirius doesn't want to stretch that conversation. He changes the subject with Harry almost immediately.

A bit of reference for the house for me. Let's go back into it. Sirius is stuck inside a house that he most definitely does not have many good memories in, if his mother shouting is any indication.

It is bad enough of a place for him that Sirius was happier when we find him living in a cave and feeding off rats, still wearing his ragged prison uniform than he is right now on a comfortable house. Bad enough that he forgot to be kind to Harry, who is and has been his priority since he escaped Azkaban.

Interesting relationship there between Sirius and Mundungus. Were they friends at school? Did they become friends afterwards in the order? But 13 years passed since then, and he is not on nickname basis with his closest living friend (Lupin), so I have to wonder if Mundungus helped him out here and there while he was living on the run.

Throwback to Crooshanks being friends with him all the way through PoA. And yet, petting the cat did nothing to improve his mood. Why? It's not a reunion. Hermione and Crookshanks have been in the house since the beginning of the summer, and so he's no longer a distraction from being stuck in this house for Sirius.

Finally, Sirius opens up to Harry in a friendly manner over being annoyed for being stuck somewhere he doesn't particularly like, with people (in his case the portraits) that don't treat him well, instead of being involved with Voldemort. These two spent very little time together, so it makes me wonder if Harry's personality brushing on Sirius' came from James, which ties in perfectly with the argument Sirius and Molly have later on.

James too would have been sulking for not being able to spring into action and protect the people he loves. Sirius sees his father in Harry, and gets happy about it.

So we have someone that is very impulsive and likes to be on the move constantly stuck in a house filled with memories of an awful past, as well as his own thoughts about Azkaban, which must be horrible.

On top of that, there's Snape. Snape who he hates fiercely, and is pressing on all his buttons because he knows how to. They've been doing this since they were in school. So yeah. It's safe to say Sirius is one push away from snapping.

Don't know why you have silver out with a werewolf in the house BUT this here shows his disconnect with his family. He doesn't care if mundungus steals it, doesn't give a shit about the facts he was no doubt forced to memorize about these utensils, and spits them out annoyedly. This just really highlights he would rather be anywhere else.

More complete disconnect and disgust for the house, and what he's stuck here being forced to do. He really couldn't care less about fixing this place, guys.

This one is just an interesting Lupin bit to me. The way he quickly advocates for the Goblins not with the stereotypical wizard mindset, but with proper and insightful opinions. THAT comes from being a wizarding world created and being treated badly and I would love if they lingered on this subject on the reboot.

And last but not least, there was pre existing conflict between the two of them. Molly too is in a bad mood. She doesn't want her children involved in this mess, or Harry, and for their conflict she certainly doesn't approve of the people that Sirius (because he is the owner of the house) is allowing to stay around.

Which leads to their most important point of conflict: Harry. Molly is above all annoyed at Sirius for not being on her side over Mundungus, not because he is a bad person but because he put Harry at risk. And to her Sirius, as someone Harry loves and trusts enough to send constant letters to, and his godfather should care more.

I... Don't disagree. For someone that was again, living in a cave for months in order to stay nearby should Harry need him, inviting the person that almost got Harry harmed to stay for dinner is a very weird action. But that's a lot more complicated.

Sirius is struggling. Up until Dumbledore kept him in this house, he was on a 24/7 hypervigillance, fight or flight mode. The only memories that haunted him probably came in the form of nightmares and PTSD. Now, stuck in this house with nothing to worry about, safe from cleaning, he is being forced to process. Memories of his time in prison (because this is essentially prison too, just more comfortable), of his childhood in an abusive household, and Snape taunting him, reminding him of hogwarts and James.

That is a lot.

With the full context, I understand Molly's concerns, and they would be even more valid if Sirius was raising Harry alone. But he's not. There's at least 4 other adults in this house that Harry trusts, should Sirius not be at his best in the moment. I don't know that it is fair of her to expect Sirius to be the perfect parent on top of everything else he is managing. Even without Azkaban, he wouldn't know how. He never had that. Yes, he is by no means perfect, but he's trying. I think they could both try and compromise instead of the argument that ensued.

[rejectheaven]

cultural bingbong theory: a manifesto

by marcus leung

I am a white male. There exist no societal pressures that force me to consider my short-term safety, and as such I have the luxury of thinking abstractly. I am also a diagnosed schizophrenic (schizoaffective, but language is more a vehicle for communication than veracity). Here are three important things to consider before we start: 1. Everything has meaning. This is axiomatic, as in any set with objects that may or may not have meaning, the first meaningless object in the sequence would be "The First Meaningless Object In The Sequence", granting it relative meaning. It follows then that all things must be meaningful. 2. Man is a nothingless ape. He eternally clutches his expensive watch, trapped on a desert island -- the one place where both time and money are meaningless. Wait never mind everything has meaning. 3. Here's a joke: that same man sits down to write his life story, and never stops. When he runs out of paper, he uses his house. When he runs out of house, he uses the earth. When he runs out of earth, he uses the sky. When he runs out of sky he realizes he should have gotten a tattoo. That's why I don't have any tattoos yet, aside from the pale blue dot my friend left in my arm when he stabbed me with a pen.

I. FIRSTNESS

I haven't told you the beginning yet, but I will. It all started when nous (intellect) met Ananke (necessity). This harmony-cum-dissonance (hehe cum) is the whorl in which we all live, laugh, love, and buy the associated decorative merchandise. We weep and wonder and wend toward henosis, harming indiscriminately, confused as to why our loved ones are dying and not texting us back. How do we escape our shape? Hint: pull not others into the pit between you and the world, and be not the pit itself. It all started when God chose to contract His Ohr Ein Sof. This was not out of necessity, despite it being necessary. Had God not restricted His own infinite light, there would be no emptiness (ayin) to hold us. Once we understand that nothingness came second, we can start to trust in what came first. How do we feel once again the glow and the gleam on our spirits' skin ("Oh, it feels so good! Sun rays" - Tanemon, Digimon World)? Hint: treat impurity as an obscurantist, shading us from that real shit. More on this later. Just kidding, this is the end of the essay. It all started when it never started. The Buddha was once asked if the objects of our contemplation were separate from the contemplating mind. He replied that they were the same, as all was vijñapti-mātra (somewhere between "mind-only" and "representation-only"). "... Why? Because however I imagine things, that is how they appear." - Pratyutpanna Samādhi Sūtra How do we demarcate real from fake? Hint: the name is not the shape, the same way map is not territory. ("No matter how many names you learn, no matter what sequence you arrange them in, they will tell you nothing about the source or the end." - A. A. Attanasio)

II. THE WOUND IN THE WORLD AND HOW WE CAN KNOW IT

Time is only here to stop everything from crashing into each other. If we look at the present as a bardo state between past and future, where action meets will, we can begin to deconstruct our self-stultifying behaviours. So says this bard-o, at least. Here's another joke: a man (sorry these are all about men) buys a beautiful antique grandfather clock and for some reason decides to carry it home. Maybe he lives close by. He probably chose his house based on its proximity to the antique store. He's walking with this unwieldy thing and his gait is all goofy because the clock is so heavy. He's so distracted that he doesn't even notice another guy on his phone making a beeline towards him! The two bump into each other and the clock is dropped and shatters into a million pieces. Furious, the man yells "Why don't you watch where you're going?!" The other man, equally furious, shouts back "Why don't you just wear a watch like everyone else?!" This is a very funny and important joke if you are me. I'll be a little more concrete, and unconscionably political. The Mayans were correct: the world ended in 2012. We elected the same person we always elect, only this time he was Black. Obama's second term served more as emblem than force; we projected our continuously evolving set of morals onto him, went about our beastly business, and performed four years of autofellatio while the world and its once-worthy ways eroded before our very eyes. It, like much before and after, was one long slow-clap for the self. "History is over," we said, "and we're finally the good guys." If I had to describe 2012 in two words, I would be an asshole and use latin: terminus est. "This is the line of division." What changed in 2012 to make it so salient? Nothing. The answer is nothing. Our Sword of Damocles dangled just a horse-hair away, and we pretended not to see it. Plus, we were kings! Nothing bad ever happens to kings. "catch ya boi with the lascivious oeillade 2k12 and beyond" - James Arc, polyphasic duelist Gangnam Style was our omphalion, Grumpy Cat our trusty steed, and Carly Rae Jepsen gave us tentative permission to call her. The future looked bright, and those Ye-style shutter shades allowed us to peer directly into it. What peered back was then-unrecognizable, but we know now, don't we? I wanted to use a period there instead of a question mark to denote a rhetorical lack of inflection at the end, but it didn't look right.

III. DON'T GO FASTER, JUST GO MORE QUICKLY

Are you familiar with Bodhidharma? Maybe you've seen him on TikTok or something. He loved staring at walls for years on end, and he did it so much that his arms and legs fell off. Bodhidharma (probably named after Dharma from Dharma & Greg) loved walls not because of what they represented, but because they were free of representation. With the absence of both self and other, he was free to ponder the true nature of reality. What did he learn? Follow him at @bodhidharma to find out. This is a bit tricky to explain, but sometimes the things that we think are stupid are actually just fucking reality. The corollary to this is that sometimes what we think is just fucking reality is actually stupid. Look at the sentence "More people have been to Berlin than I have." It doesn't mean anything, but your brain tricks you into thinking it does. Imagine if the world was like that, where your brain tricked you into things without your conscious consent? Then imagine if everyone else's brain was also tricking you through the power of civilization and the behaviours it engenders? Haha. I like to look at this as one big dream. Billions of tiny dreamers, all dreaming in unison. Sometimes one dreamer's dream can be so powerful that it disrupts our agreed-upon reality. Those people are either clairvoyants or schizophrenics. Make sure you know which is which, or you might find yourself in trouble you can't get out of one day! "A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg." - Samuel Butler This feels like a good spot to start talking about what I call cultural accretion. The sheer volume of culture being produced presently is orders of magnitude grander than the totality of human experience beforehand. A big claim, I know, but it sounds pretty cool doesn't it? The landscape is accelerating beyond our wildest imaginations, and most of it is wasteland. I attribute much of this spreading rot to anomie, or normlessness. The fragmentation and clustering of modern discourse is our strange ally in this war against decay. Small subcultures popping up over shared interests in certain media has brought us back to our roots of 100-strong social circles. Aristotle (pronounced like Chipotle I think) argued that ethnic and cultural diversity undermine democracy, as disparate groups had disparate goals and needs. He was kind of dumb but it's okay, he didn't really understand the concept of a post-scarcity society the way we do. We do understand it, right? Is anyone there? If we can find and forge harmony in small communities, maybe those small communities could eventually harmonize with each other. Dismantling hierarchies goes much deeper than a lot of us like to think about. It involves defying some of our more basal and perfunctory human wants, but thankfully not our needs. Don't worry, need and want are probably opposites, as you can't truly want something if you need it for survival. Good thing we've evolved beyond most of that shit! Do you know the expression "blood is thicker than water"? A very clever Rabbi thinks that it's truncated from "blood shed in battle is thicker than the water of the womb", meaning that bonds forged through shared experience mean more than filial ties. Wouldn't it be funny if it meant the exact opposite of what people think it means? Wouldn't it be even funnier if everything was like that?

IV. REJECT HEAVEN UNTIL ALL HELLS ARE EMPTIED

If I were someone I would call myself a Ksitigarbhist. Everyone is up on Avalokitesvara's one thousand dicks, but Ksitigarbha (Jizō-sama if you're a weeb [or literally "EARTH MATRIX" if you're fucking sicky]) is holding himself back from enlightenment and his resultant Pure Land ascension until hell stops being hell. Remember in Mario Bros 3 when you get the Tanooki Suit (I know the animals are called tanuki but the suit is spelled with two o's, like the word goodbye) and you turn into that statue and bop enemies on the head? That statue is of Ksitigarbha. You're probably wondering why. I'm wondering why too. That's honestly why I wrote this essay. Ksitigarbha was once a maiden, if you can believe it. That maiden's name was Sacred Girl, and she was so sad about her mom's death that she prayed every day to spare her mom from hell-world. Eventually the Buddha let her visit her mother (katabasis appears in almost every world religion, I wonder why???), and it turned out that through filial piety and a bit of luck, the mother had ascended to heaven. While Sacred Girl was happy I guess, she was really shook by everyone else's suffering down there. This spurred her to spend the rest of her reincarnations helping others ascend too. When she was eventually reborn as a man named Jijang, he found a nice mountain to reach enlightenment on, and just posted up. The body of Jijang is still preserved to this day, check it out if you ever find yourself near Mt. Jiuhua. "The opposite of fact is falsehood, but the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth." - Niels Bohr Ksitigarbha carries a staff that he uses to pry open the gates of hell. All he wants to do is save all sentient beings. What's stopping you from wanting the same except your ego? Maybe if you stopped talking so much shit about people you'd have a cool staff too. Maybe you even have a staff nestled deep inside you already. Don't wield it wantonly!

Buddhists have this thing called tathātā. It describes the suchness of things. Suchness is a very difficult concept, especially in a post-content world. Things are rapidly losing their suchness and becoming vehicles for content. This is a tricky thing to reverse! But let's say we could, and that the overwhelming totality of suchness starts tingling in your thousand-petaled self, what should you do? When confronted with pure suchness, you have two options: A) taint it by using language B) don't I recommend B.

V. WHAT ALWAYS WAS YET SELDOM IS I spent so long talking about Buddhists and their words for things that I barely touched on the unknowable infinite that is Ein Sof. We tend to look at things through the false dichotomy of materialism vs creationism, but there's a cheeky way to look beyond that. What if all things flow from an underlying and absolute principle or reality? What if each stage of emanation was further removed from said absolute, until all that remained were mere trappings of divinity? Don't worry, it's probably not like that. When you first look into Kabbalah you might be confused as to why there are only ten sephirot yet eleven emanations. Seems like a silly mistake, right? Keter, the sephira above all others, is the superconscious intermediary between us and God, and is not exactly a sephira in the way that the other ten are. Keter is called the crown, and the crown sits above the head. The crown is also the term used for the sahasrara, the uppermost chakra, that thousand-petaled lotus I slyly referenced earlier. Haha maybe they're connected! "Do not think... Do not speak... Do not hope... Do not... ..." - Pure Vessel, Hollow Knight Keter is the most hidden of all hidden things. If you look hard enough, you'll never find it. It's sometimes referred to as "the air that cannot be grasped", as opposed to regular air which is super graspable. Keter is the most exciting sephira to talk about because it's completely incomprehensible to humans and I love wasting everyone's time. Have you ever heard of Hebrew gematria? It assigns a number value to words based on alphanumeric ciphers. Each word is its own equation, and the sum denotes the numerical value of the word. This is great if you love words, and probably great if you love numbers, I don't know, I hate them. This allows for what are essentially numerical homographs, where many different words and phrases can have the same numerical value as many others. The name of the archangel Metatron, for example, has a value of 406. So too does the phrase "cannabis addiction". Haha maybe they're connected too!

VI. THIS IS A WINDOW, THIS IS AN ANIMAL

Diogenes was once asked what the difference was between life and death. "No difference," he replied. He was then asked why, if that were the case, he chose to remain in this life. "Because there is no difference." I think death is probably like living, only a little less. Don't let yourself die though, that's the most important thing. Think of how sad everyone would be if you were gone! Plus you've already gone through so much trauma, do you really want to be reborn without having worked through it? The hard part is already over, I promise. "This match won't light! How strange, it lit before." - a joke book from my childhood Trusting yourself to trust yourself can be very difficult, especially if you're wrangling with realities too tough to tame at the moment. If you're really having trouble, try bringing a friend a sandwich, or winking at the moon. If none of this works for you, you might have to get your hands a bit dirty. Sometimes you need to grab the bull by the horns and the rose by the thorns and the-- Also here's a playlist that might help with things. Ten songs of nothingness, ten and not nine, ten and not eleven. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6VyAUtjwGVOVr6Zsh1Iwhl?fbclid=IwAR38mZrqjxiqSnl0zOCuDQ-Xmeq6G5fSeaQQEDnulrdktJuYaT_0xfV_XwM

Hey, it's okay! It's just light!

- Marcus marcus@rejectheaven.com

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I’m gonna do this like A-typicals did.

(Idk if I have a dissociative disorder but at the same time, I am NOT who was in charge for like 2009-2018 so who knows lol.)

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1- okay there was this one time before I knew anything about anything and I think it must have been proto? Poppie or maybe belle who knows lol, and I had the worst headache EVER and I was subtitling a video I made on my (super secret) main account and they appeared out of nowhere and we started talking through the subtitles and was like “mmmm water please.” And I was like “??? I have to finish this!” “Water” “no” “water?” “No” and that went on until I was finished lol. At like 3-4am

2- well idk if I’m a caretaker or host or whatever I just exist to take the stresses of life and cope somehow??? But I think belle takes the title of caretaker or something here, she’s literally like “dude idc your like suffering so horribly right now how about I just don’t let you do anything until you feel better how about that?” Then it works so shout out to the 13-14 year old in my head who keeps me from burning out in a fiery inferno. Anyway so belle took over one time because turns out Hannibal (nbc) is extremely triggering for me! Who knew lol. And she took over while I just idk flashbacked? Not really sure but I quite literally just was not having a good time lol.

4- real. But I really do have horrible sleep.

5- yeah fun fact, the host before me had a English-ish accent that I do not have, (fun fact it’s because my dad has one, not like a posh one he just sounds like generic English guy somehow?) Theodore actually has it and so do the old hosts before me, but the rest of us have like American autism accents/just full on generic American accent which is real. And some of us speak in a higher register (poppie, Quinn, jokey.) and some in a lower register (Emily, E, myself, Lena.) while it’s not super obvious half the time. There’s also jokey who literally laughs like every second word and cracks the worst dad jokes in the world (I love her) so it is what it is.

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1- me whenever belle or poppie appears and doesn’t scold me, and is like “Ay your cool. Goodbye” and I just stand there like “wow”

2- me (pop) and poppie we are the SAME PERSON, different fonts we are so different yet the same in a lot of ways but literally same guy. Then there’s L 1 through L5 don’t ask I don’t know, they know nothing and they are all the SAME GUY. Like technically L 1/L 2 was the previous host but also there’s like 4 other L’s so idk WHAT happened but they are literally the same guy different voices.

3- while I’m not Baxter (yes he’s actually our gatekeeper he only appears once a year at the MOST, idk he just vibes in his little lab.) I’m basically the second one, I stop just everyone from saying the stupidest stuff. Or well I try, and it’s ended up hilarious to kinda traumatic. I try.

5- yeah, so Baxter is that guy. lol, idk why idk how but he’s there and he’s been there for a BIT too long idk. And then there’s also me (pop) who existed in some form when we were way younger, but not as myself just different. Because I remember the weirdest stuff that’s only traumatic from our past! Yay, 🎉. But I’m like 100% sure I was some sorta other fictive before I became who you know and love, I think Dex Hamilton lol or Geronimo Stilton actually? But now I’m just me another fictional character of some kind lol.

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1- again, real.

2- ONE TIME, Theodore switched in. And he was speaking how he always does like a know it all, and made a comment on something and just my dad got upset for some reason idk I can’t remember the whole exchange I was Co-front but I remember NOTHING else.

4- yeah, like I keep saying I’m actually not the original host, (I’m like the 3rd or something) and I use my name for all things NOT legally related. And my mom keeps like saying “WTF why are you putting in a fake name into this thing that needs your real name???” And I’m like. “Oh yeah, that’s not my legal name. Whoops! I just was doing it for privacy reasons :)” “(insert legal name) COME ON YOU CANNOT BE DOING THIS!” “Okay.” But same thing happens with Lena and poppie lol. We just forget lol.

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1- totally Quinn, love her.

2- me and all of our current friends honestly, fun fact our previous host was TERRIBLE at friendship and stuff. I am much better so yay.

4- okay it’s like I remember some parts of poppie’s traumatic past but then She doesn’t remember my traumatic past, same with Lena’s and crimsons stuff too. We all remember certain periods but completely different things, I pop remember all the main traumatic things. Lena remembers the verbal and emotional abuse related to CLEANING yes this is real and yes it randomly kicks in everytime we do something bad. And poppie has like animal abuse/death/mistreatment trauma not due to like our life day to day life mostly but internet animal death videos (fun fact for all of the internets existence you have never needed to censor animal gore or death! Because the censors usually don’t care half the time.) like I have one weird fuzzy memory of a puppy being stomped so like imagine stuff along those lines. And crimson has just so much gore memories, I don’t know why she doesn’t either but it happened and like it keeps popping back up and well it sucks because like I never even remembered it and then like out of nowhere a trigger appears and wow look it’s the gore memories again. Though this also just applies to everything in general I remember some parts they remember the others, that why we now keep a little travel notebook or it just disappears the memories I mean.

5- no real, as said before we have all the L’s in a side/sub? System and they just exist. And then there’s like 7 fragments that also exist and like they are there lol.

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1- this one is literally me and poppie, and also me and Lena. I hate pork it makes me wanna vomit and also seafood in general but Lena? No qualms she loves it, but my family is always confused about like “hey why aren’t you eating the pork? You literally ate it last time no problem?” Turns out Lena has taken over for me on multiple occasions so I don’t starve lol, very sweet of her but it still makes me wanna vomit and so I usually never get pork stuff. Me and poppie on the other hand we fight about having the vegan option everytime we go out, yes not a lie this is real. So we always fight about it too, and like I don’t want to starve and our family hates veganism so like it’s just one of those things yk? Anyway there are some things we all agree we hate and that’s olives lol, because the OG host (whoever that was??) is just revolted on a level that extends to all of us I also think trauma reasons too which is something. But it’s weird.

2- no one knows, literally no one. Only like 5 people use simply plural the rest like leave random notes or write really random stuff and it’s just like “oh look I remember NOTHING from this time. And also look there’s a fricking note from someone new or old who knows idk.” Everytime. But it’s fine I guess lol it happens sometimes.

3- it’s fricking crimson, honestly or like literally no joke Emily. (Emily is an original character of ours they just are not their source though, mostly because we changed the characters name and back story like 7 times. But Emily knows something and I don’t know what..) but crimson is just so random like I made up her character “ah a nice DC character OC that has blood and stuff as a power” “hello” “NO WAY” anyway weird to say the least it’s also kinda funny because crimson and jokey are like full on sisters lol.

4-we have half the batfam as introjects and jokey/crimson who kinda are if you took joker and split him into his base components and made him actually loveable and stuff. And Batman is also there, I am not looking forward to when they finally meet.

5-always, but it usually is me and Lena arguing over how to start cleaning or doing some kind of work, we end up reaching a stalemate half the time and just doing the thing through spite. But the other times it’s happy.

synodic system bingo ive been awake for 22 hours enjoy

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Yugioh Ep 32 S4: Most Disturbing Kid’s Show Award Goes to This Episode

I often talk about how wonderfully effed up Yugioh is. What a freakin delight, how effed up this kid’s show is, somehow still remaining a Y7 kid’s show, despite everything it tries to do to get pulled off the air.

Y’all this was a filler season and it didn’t even have Bakura in it so...why did it go so edge? Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for how many levels of “OK THERE, KID’S SHOW” it was.

But what the hell was that, Yugioh?

Anyway we start off completely normal in this foggy ass graveyard--Halloweens in this season so I’m down for this. Halloween is also...cancelled...this year, so at least I can celebrate it somewhat in a Yugioh episode. Then again, can you imagine how many people would be dressed up as sexy Covid?

So I don’t really talk about the card game mechanics on here, and (full disclosure to any new people) I don’t know how to play this game. But, considering that this card doesn’t usually send you to distant graveyard memories IRL, lets get into it.

We’ve clarified before that Card Graveyard is a place--like an actual place--but that it isn’t the same place that the cards vibe in within the Puzzle necklace. It’s a separate place, but ALSO not the same place as the Shadow Realm, either. Card Graveyard is just...some other third place we never talk about.

TBQH I think the people who make this show have kinda forgotten how many random pocket dimensions we’ve made that are basically the equivalent of hell (including California, PS), and are just like “no one will write a blog about it and list them all in one place, we’ll be fine.”

We’ve only seen Tristan bum out here once in like S1 and he spent most of his time running away from the Grim Reaper. But, if you remember correctly, the Grim Reaper is currently hanging out and living his best life haunting some park in Japan, so now instead of the Grim Reaper it has...this?

So is this a memory stored within the card graveyard, or did Dartz literally take Raphael to the card graveyard and tell him this was a real ass graveyard?

We’ll never know! It gets very vague from here on out!

(read more under the cut)

First off, I’d like to welcome our new guest star--the Rain--there’s a lot of rain in this episode, and we animate it by just making all of our characters glow. This comes through fine in animation, but in caps I just want you to know that no one has gone super Saiyan, they’re just...wet.

PS get a gander at Raphael’s baby boy mutton chop mustache. They somehow got longer with time? And also, when soaked his hair is just as spiky. Everyone on this show has unparalleled hair gel. The real heart of the cards.

Anyway, Dartz shows Raphael a bunch of gravestones and is like “Get it???”

and me, the audience, was like “no???”

The headstones, by the by, aren’t...normal, either, they have Orichalcos symbols on them instead of words. So like...it sort of infers that his family was taken by Orichalcos, too. I mentioned before that it sorta feels like Dartz caused the whole shipwreck to munch up a bunch of yummy souls, and maybe he did in the Japanese version--cuz like...

...why else do all these headstones have Orichalcos symbols on this graveyard that you can only access through a card god like Dartz or Yami?

Just throwing that deep lore out there, and the fact that Raphael can’t really see it or understand is either because that didn’t happen or...Dartz totally killed his family, right? And that makes this relationship between the two of them extremely effed up?

This is a great show for kids with separation anxiety.

Which is...somewhat convincing of a motive for Raphael. He gives Raphael a way to move on from his trauma in the past, and it’s not a GREAT way to move on--but it’s falls in line with things Dartz has done with his other card generals by offering false redemption.

Like Mai needed to move on from her insane jealousy, so Orichalcos was her way to prove she was better than Joey Wheeler (which, honestly, no one needed proof of). Alister needed to move on from his dead brother, so Orichalcos was his way to get revenge. Valon also had a backstory but a bunch of it got deleted in the English version apparently so...

And Rex and Weevil needed...cards? I guess? I think they just needed a ride, mostly. And Orichalcos can give you a ride. It’s not like we had Uber in 2003 and clearly they were not fit for Caltrain.

And like Gurimo.............existed...?

Anyways, they’re looking for justice that they can see. Justice for their pain. To make that pain worth something for more than just suffering. A system where this type of thing can’t happen anymore. But the thing about justice is that...eh...it’s probably not done through cards that kill people.

OH OK, KID’S SHOW.

Mmmmm take in that burying up your grave imagery. Again, this show is rated Y7 for 7 year olds, and I think that’s amazing.

Anyway, this is symbolism that is so heavy handed that it really needs no explanation, so he’s just gonna dig dig dig for...days I guess? Relive his trauma over and over again? Dig up that past like you’re a popular artist on twitter and you gotta make all of your followers relive that time you got called out because you offended a hell ton of people?

(Which is so many people on art twitter right now, ps, you don’t even know which one I’m talking about because It’s SO MANY of them. Art twitter during Quarantine is like watching the fall of Rome but it’s freakin Art Twitter. Everyone’s the freakin worst and just poopin all over themselves as they roll all the way down the steps.)

But I want to know. Who’s grave this is? It has a slightly different meaning if it were his family’s or his own. I guess I’ll have to save it for the fanfiction.

And so to add another level of spook, Raphael’s card mom shows up and kinda just stands there with a sad face?

Raphael’s reaction to seeing his card just alive and hanging out was “I’ll get to you in a sec, I gotta do some unforgivable evil, first.“

WHERE DID THEY GO?

These two shots are like nearly back to back. They’re just GONE. No explanation.

And yes I’m gonna talk about the outfit because it makes no freakin sense, even for a Yugioh card. Granted, this was a show made in Japan, for kids, with a budget that had a limit. A lot of people get involved with these productions, many aren’t artists or historians versed in American History, just basic ass business people. That be TV.

But her outfit looks waaay too modern. Like she’s gonna go to a musical festival, drop acid and climb on top of a statue and take a bunch of instagram selfies and regret all of them 4 years later. If these are Atlantean cards, this is not an Atlantis outfit to match with Dartz, who has been dressed vaguely medieval. So whyyyyy would this girl be dressed more like a vague old western costume bought at a discount so she could vogue in front of installation art at Burning Man in 2008?

Anyway, I won’t even get into the bird that is slowly devouring her face as a stand in for a headdress or wtv. Just a lot of stuff happening here and I just wanna say, Yugioh did it so you won’t need to. Just delete that desire. Yugioh already did it so you are now free from wanting to draw...anything like this problematic situation on your own OCs.

And then Yugioh predicts exactly how I’d feel about this outfit.

And she then lights ON FIRE and falls dead into the grave he just buried for her.

And in case you were like “kinda on the nose there, Yugioh, that got DARK” she climbs out of his own grave with a spooky ass face and no more coconuts to share with her bros and he’s like...

Rapheal’s reaction was like...Ya OK I can get used to this, and Yami is just pointing at the scene desperately trying to follow Raphael’s brain waves.

And like, this is YAMI.

Yami just walked through Yugi Hell earlier today. He’s seen some stuff. He’s already undug his own grave this morning in a more poetic card sort of way. But Raphael’s memories of literally digging up his family’s graves with his bare hands because Dartz told him to was...stuff he didn’t want to see today. (especially since it’s super suggested Dartz was the one who...murdered them in the first place, like I know it’s a reach but...it just feels like we were supposed to reach that conclusion)

But whether or not Dartz put the bodies here or gave Raphael a bunch of phoney graves, Raphael is still essentially siding with the guy who ruined the only thing he has left of his family--this paper card mom--and turned it into an undead evil Mom. And it just had...no freakin impact on Raphael at all.

Like what?

He just murdered your card mom. This is fine?

Card shenanigans continue and Raphael eventually realizes what he should have realized like 10 years ago when he was digging up graves and killing card Mom’s. That maybe it’s a bad idea. So Raphael decides to sacrifice his remaining monsters to “free” them from the graveyard and basically commits suicide. There’s no other way to say it, really. He kills himself.

But wait, right when you figure this episode will end like every other Orichalcos fight before it...They decide not to.

Like an angel from heaven, our drunk ass looking music concert reject descends from the clouds, along with all of Raphael's dead family members!

Yeah.

I REALLY didn’t expect them to show up. This was so much content it’s like...an entire season of any other TV show. I say that a lot with Yugioh but these episodes really like to just jam-pack it in there.

And here I thought I’d actually have to take them off the Death Count one day. Here I thought 4 kids would do something to like...prevent this many dead kids, but I was wrong.

Everyone’s HELLA DEAD.

it’s both vindicating to actually say that, despite 4kids, these kids absolutely died, but also disturbing because even Raphael is like “ah, the hallucinations today are really swell, right?”

NO, GHOST CHILD.

DON’T TELL ME THAT.

And I’ve been over before how “heart of the cards” is a catch-all phrase that can mean literally anything in this show, and it’s not the first time that cards have kept someone’s spirit around. No word on his family members if they are thrilled to be trapped in a Pharaoh situation, or whether they only occasionally drop from the heavens, or whether they have actually been the spirit that was within each of these cards the whole time. I don’t know.

And so the card family “cures” one of the most evil people on this show.

He’s fine now. This guy murdered the hell out of Yugi, our main character, but don’t think nor worry about it. This isn’t the show to worry about such things.

This show has Marik.

Bro and I were talking Star Wars the other day, and mostly about the Kylo Ren arc and how a lot of people happened to dislike that particular ending. Mostly about how there is a difference between your character being redeemed and being forgiven. I think this children’s show wants to redeem Raphael, but honestly, much like Kylo Ren--he’s just forgiven. And that’s fine. You don’t need to have your characters redeemed. We can stop at forgiveness.

And also, Yami forgives him immediately because he knows he can’t throw a single damn stone, his house is made out of 2 mm of extremely problematic glass.

Man, RIP Weevil, right?

Weevil who just pretended to rip up a card that could have been Yugi and got tossed off the freakin Caltrain? Raphael got off so freakin lucky and I am boggled he’s still alive. He freakin killed Yugi!

The injustice to Weevil right now, omg. Not like I enjoy Weevil. I super don’t enjoy that character. But DAMN. Yami murdered Weevil for even mentioning Yugi. Just feels like there’s a bit of a hypocritical line here in how the justice is dished out and...that tracks for a Pharaoh so I’ll just let it go.

And also, looking at that sunshine and I’m pretty sure they’ve been up over 48 straight hours. No one’s slept since Yugi died, right? I mean Yami is fine. We know from Bakura that puzzle people don’t need to sleep, or eat, or have blood in their body. But like Seto really needs to get Mokuba to bed.

(Although I am 85% positive that Mokuba is still part Noah Kaiba so it is...also unlikely that kid sleeps anymore, just leaving Mokuba’s future therapist so much to unpack.)

The GALL of this show right now.

Of all the generals--they saved RAPHAEL? Arguably the worst one?

I would take even Alister. I would take even Weevil.

Raphael?

I mean if he ends up as the next Duke Devlin, just driving us around for the final season of this show I guess I’ll accept this but, damn.

Raphael?

Are you sure, Yugioh???????????????????????????????????

Can’t we just let that guy die? He’s basically dead already, Yugioh. This guy does NOT want to be alive anymore. Literally everyone he cares about is super dead and now he doesn’t even have Card mom because she sacrificed herself to save his soul. This GUY.

I can’t believe Mai is dead but we still have Raphael.

The same disappointment when I watch British Bake off, man, they just...sometimes they save people and I’m like...no man...that one can’t bake. Just because they pulled something off last second does not mean they get to the semifinals. Raphael can’t bake.

Anyway, the episode attempts to end on a cliffhanger but like.

Just want to reiterate how common and boring Earthquakes usually are to a Californian. This was the most normal thing in this episode.

Man.

Freakin Raphael.

Anyway, if you just got here and is like “I don’t know who the hell Raphael even is,” Yeah, I know, I didn’t think twice about the dude until like just now, but if it’s because you’ve never seen my recaps before, I’ll direct you to the link to read these in Chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

Anyway, stay safe and have a very happy and safe Halloween alone eating your own carmel dipped apple slices.

[bisexualcacti]

Summary: after finding a dead body in your friend's trailer, you're determined to figure out what happened, even if that means teaming up with an unlikely ally.

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2529

Warnings: Homophobia, religious trauma.

A/N: I know the pace is a bit slow but I hope you'll forgive me for that. I'm unfortunately a sucker for slowburns. Anyway, I'm not so sure about this one but I hope you enjoy it, I was thinking of updating the parts every three days so you guys have something to read while you wait for v2 :) If you want to be added to the taglist you can dm me.

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PART 2 - CRY WOLF

You’re sitting at church in a white lace dress, kneeling in a pew with your hands joined together. Your parents are kneeling beside you, praying. A sort of blinding bright light makes its way through the stained-glass windows and illuminates every crevice of the house of worship. The voices of the choir are so loud that your ears feel like they’ll start bleeding, and you can faintly catch the rapid muttering of others praying, one word coming out of everyone’s mouth over and over.

Repent. Repent. Repent.

You’re sitting at church in a white lace dress… except you aren’t. No, you were… you were in the after-game party and then came home, so… where are you? How did you get here?  

A loud noise makes you jump, and you look at the priest, who has just slammed the bible against the pulpit. “Brothers and sisters, you’ve known our god to be a merciful one, but just as he rewards those who are faithful, so must he punish the sinners to prevent them and their depravity to stain the minds of his children,” He looks down, pained by the thought of what he just said, and starts descending the steps of the altar. As he walks among the pews, he continues. “It pains me to do this, but one of your sister’s minds… has tragically been… perverted, and so, punishment must be dealt,” He stops in front of you and looks at you disgusted, like your very existence is just wrong.

Then, his hand shoots out from under his robe, and he is choking you, as you desperately gasp for air. “Say it! Say it, monster!” he shouts at you, spit shooting from his mouth. His hand squeezes harder and suddenly it’s not a hand anymore but some sort of tentacle. “Say what you are, say it!”

Tears gather in your eyes, and your arms flail at your side, trying to find any grasp to free yourself from whatever this is. “You’re sick, disgusting, a freak of nature!” His voice deepens and now everyone who was praying starts shouting obscenities at you. Freak. Degenerate. Pervert. But it is when he speaks again that your mind truly feels like it’s about to split in two and your brain will pop off your skull. “Repent! Repent! Repent!” and then it’s not only coming from him, it’s everywhere.

Repent. Repent. Repent.

You think you might be dying and then– then you wake up in your bed covered in sweat, panting, police sirens blaring outside of your trailer. A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you lift your hand to rub your face, already feeling a headache about to happen, and when you look at your alarm clock, it’s only 7am. Well, there goes your chance to sleep through the morning.

That does raise the question, though, of why there are police sirens blaring outside at seven in the morning.

After the party, you walked back home since Patrick was too drunk to drive you. You don’t really remember how you managed to get back in one piece, since you also weren’t the picture of sober, but alcohol does have a way of numbing everything else, and when you’re trying to forget a recent fight with someone, or the fact that you hate your life, it does the job. Still, you haven’t been able to shake off that weird feeling that you had yesterday, almost like something’s stalking you, and your nightmare hasn’t made it any better. They have always been sort of a constant for you, but you’ve been having them more frequently lately, as if they’ve intensified

You take a few pills to try and lessen the pain of your hangover before going outside to find out what’s going on, a cup of coffee in your hand. What you find once you’re out takes you aback a bit. Police cars are surrounding Eddie’s trailer, tape placed all around, with his van nowhere to be seen. You try and get closer, puzzled by what the hell is going on. Another one of your neighbors, Max Mayfield, seems to have the same intention you do, so you decide to approach her.

“Got any idea what happened?” you ask.

To be quite honest, you gotta admit you’re a bit freaked out. Well… no, actually, you’re a lot freaked out. Eddie’s… maybe your only real friend as of right now, so you really hope he’s okay and this is at most a drug bust.

Max doesn’t answer though, her eyes glued to the scene before her. You follow them and find yourself looking at the dead deformed body of Chrissy Cunningham.

“What the–”

“Hey! You can’t be out here. Get back inside.”

Your mind spins around with questions as you sit in your room after that cop ushered you out of the crime scene, shocked. Chrissy, your friend, is dead. You may not have known her too well, most of your relationships apart from Eddie being shallow, but you liked her, she was a good girl, kinda reminded you of Nancy. What the hell was she doing hanging out with Eddie? You didn’t even know they knew each other, and he never mentioned any sort of connection to her. Although... Eddie did say he was meeting a client after you two saw each other, and if Chrissy didn’t want anyone seeing their exchange, well, it makes sense she’d go to his trailer for it. It doesn’t matter though, you know Eddie and he might be a huge weirdo, but he’s no killer. No, something else happened here, and fuck if you were going to sit around and let your only actual friend get convicted of a crime he didn’t do.

Now, you were no police detective, but you knew one person who almost was, and, conveniently for you, she was probably already on the case. You sat outside, waiting for her to show up while you tried to get rid of your hangover– you gotta tell Patrick not to let you drink so much next time, or y’know, for someone not to die so you can be hungover in peace –and soon you saw her car approach, but quickly be stopped by the cops at the entrance of the park.

 Alright, time to put on your best acting face.

You recognize the cop that stops her and the boy she's with as the same one that scolded you before, “Can’t get through here. Got a crime scene,”

“Yeah, um, I… I was just going to…,” Nancy starts stuttering so you take that as your cue to jump into action.

“Oh Nancy, I’m so glad you’re here I was so scared,” you interrupted, hoping she’d catch on your little ruse. “She’s my sister, sir, I asked her to come ‘cause mom’s working at the… hospital and I didn’t want to be alone, what with a murder on the loose,” you tried to act as scared as you could, and gave your best distraught face.

The cop seemed skeptical, but Nancy soon hurried to back you up. “Please sir, I know you officers are around here, but I still wouldn’t be comfortable leaving her alone,”

He scrutinized the both of you intensely, but in the end, with a sigh and shaking his head, seemed to soften and let her and her little gangly friend pass. As the small one, Fred, you gathered, went off to interview some of the neighbors, she turned to you, arms crossed, cocked eyebrow. “Okay, fess up. What’s up with that? What do you want?” Shit, right, you and Nancy weren’t on the best terms since your last interaction with each other.

“Look, I know you don’t like me, and you don’t have to, I know I was a jerk to you, but you’re the best person I know at finding the truth, so you need to help me find out what happened here,”

Dropping her arms to her side, a determined frown set on her face, and she sat next to you on the bench you were in, staring right into your eyes. “Tell me what you know.”

You filled her in and soon, she started asking questions. “Are you entirely sure it couldn’t have been Eddie?”

“No, no, absolutely not. Eddie might seem scary and be into some weird shit but he’s a huge doofus,” you replied quickly with no hesitation.

Nancy tilted her head to the side, curious. Fuck, you forgot who you were talking to. “I didn’t know you two knew each other so well,” she said in an inquisitive tone.

“Uh, yeah,” weirdly enough, you felt your face heat up at how she emphasized that. Might as well be honest. “We’re… kinda friends? Maybe? Don’t tell anyone though,”

She sighed, unsurprised at your hesitation to admit your relationship with him, but nodded. “We should talk with his uncle, he was the one that found the body, maybe he saw something,”

“Yeah. Um, hey, is your friend okay by the way?” you didn’t know the kid, but you noticed him spacing out in the car when they were trying to get in; and before he left Nancy to go and do what she asked him to, he just seemed out of it.

She rubbed her arm up and down, scrunching her nose. “He’s been… weird since we got here but I’m sure it’s just the nerves over his first actual ‘field trip’,”

You snorted at that. “Yeah, I’m sure working with you must be putting him on edge, what with you being so good at this and all that,”

Her expression remained suspicious as she studied you for a moment, like she wasn’t sure whether you actually meant it or were just making fun of her. “I… mean it by the way,” you clarified, clearing your throat.

Cocking her head to one side, a small smile crept to the corner of her mouth. “Guess I’m just, not used to you being decent to me,” she looked to the side, uncomfortable.

“I– I know.” You two lapsed into an awkward silence, so you hastened to explain. “I wasn’t trying to be a jerk y’know? Back then, I mean,” rubbing your neck and avoiding her eyes, you continued, “Like, I know I was but you– you deserved better than us and I was just trying to make you see that. Not that that justifies anything, of course,”

Bouncing your knee anxiously, you sneaked a glance at her after she’d been silent for a while, only to find her smiling teasingly at you. Oh, she did it on purpose. “You got a weird way of caring for people, anyone ever told you that?” she asked with a little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t flatter yourself, Wheeler,” you snarked back, bumping shoulders with her, a companionable smile on your face. “Anyway, let’s go solve a mystery, shall we?” standing up from the bench, you extended your hand towards her.

She fully smiled this time and took your hand, but you didn’t get far before you heard Nancy speak up again from behind you. “You know, I always did think you deserved better too,”

Without fully understanding what she meant, you both headed to where Eddie’s uncle was, hoping to gain some answers. He confirmed what you had already told Nancy, that he wouldn’t do something like this, but he also told you a creepy story about some dude from the 50s, Victor Creel, who apparently murdered his entire family in the same way that Chrissy’s body was found. Now, you weren’t sure about how much you believed him, but this was your best clue so far.

“So, what do you think?” you asked Nancy, walking away from where Wayne sat smoking.

“I mean, we don’t really have much to go on, so I guess this is worth a shot,” she shrugged, a bit distracted, eyes scanning your surroundings for something “Hey, do you see Fred? I don’t see him,”

“Umm, no,” you said looking around. “Wasn’t he interviewing some of the neighbors? Maybe he’s in one of the trailers,”

“Can you go and check please? I’ll look for him around.”

You split up in search of the boy, but there weren’t any signs of him anywhere. Once it was already dark, Nancy started to freak out, and you weren’t far from doing so yourself. You didn’t particularly know him, but for him to disappear in the same place a murder had occurred less than 24 hours ago, well… it didn’t bring the most optimistic thoughts to mind.

Nancy walked in front of you, her pace hurried as you neared the policeman. “Hi, officer? Officer? My-my-my friend from the car earlier, we– we can’t find him.”

The officer tensed at that. “What do you mean you can’t find him?”

“I– I mean, he– he was just there, and then he was just gone and… did you maybe see him leave with somebody or…?” Nancy’s voice neared the edge of panicked, brows knitted together.

“I told you kids to go home. Jesus Christ!” he said, raising his voice and calling for backup.

In an act of reassurance at seeing Nancy so frantic, you put your hand on her shoulder, trying to convey that you were there for her. Even though you two weren’t the best of friends she seemed to appreciate it, mustering a brief smile and a nod.

You spent the night with her and the officers looking for Fred, until they found him… or to be more exact, his body. Never in your life had you seen such a horrifying death, the way his limbs were broken and twisted… you think you’ll be having nightmares about this for a while. Nancy seemed wracked with guilt as she answered the chief’s questions, and as much as you tried to answer them yourself, he didn’t seem that interested in your retelling of the events as he was in Nancy’s, probably since she was closer to him than you were.

Still, your mind kept bringing up Fred’s and Chrissy’s deaths. The way they had died was just… unnatural. What in the world could even cause something like that? You heard the cops talking, none of the bodies showed signs of struggle or anything like that, so how– what could even get them in that state?

As you ponder, a car arrives at the crime scene, and the most random group you’ve ever seen exits from it. You don’t think you ever expected Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington of all people to be hanging out with Robin and your neighbor, Max, but you’re starting to realize maybe not everything is as it seems. In any case, weirdly enough seeing Robin after all the mess that just happened brought you a sense of… relief. You feel yourself expelling a big breath and almost involuntarily, a smile forms on your face at the sight of her. She seems, to your surprise, relieved to see you? At any rate, she returns your smile. Genuinely. Feeling butterflies in your stomach at that, you dared to hope that, just maybe, you hadn’t ruined it all and there was still hope for the both of you.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Interlude I | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Interlude II

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

[fleetwaysonicheritageposts]

yo what is up you guys right now we're at mcdonalds, and it is currently 3 in the morning and we just found out when you come to mcdonalds at 3 in the morning, you can order the among us happy

meal you guys, that's right, you heard, me, the among us happy meal, and there's a toy inside of among us- you can either be a crewmate, or it can be an impostor and if you guys do not know what among us is, you must be living under a rock you guys, this game is insane, ok? so you can play with a bunch of friends ok? like 8, i- i- i think it's up to 10 people you can play with, and there's impostors, and there's

crewmates, and pretty much the impostor is trying to sabotage the whole game and trying to win. it's insane you guys, once again, this- this video is not sponsored at all, but this game is insane. so we got so excited guys we love the game and we found that the mcdonalds is offering an among us happy meal, AND there's a toy inside, but supposedly, when you get this happy meal you guys, something scary and weird with the impostor. now i don't really believe it, but these videos i've been seeing on youtube have been insane, so that's

why we're here right now, we're gonna go through the drive through, and we're gonna order the among us happy meal. But i need EVERYONE to like this video if you're excited, ok? like this video with your knuckles right now, just smash, hit the like button, SUPER HARD you guys, on the count of 3 seconds i wanna see what you guys can do cuz i can't do it, and if cole can't do it, no one could like this video with their knuckles so let's see if you guys can do it in 3

seconds. 3, 2, 1. OH HO! they can do it! (oh my god!) you guys, if you could do it comment down below, and also leave a comment down below if you ever played among us, or if you know anything about impostors, or crewmates, or among us, alone. and we'll shout you out on the next video, so thank you guys so much for leaving AWESOME comments all the single time, it's amazing. yeahhhh, alright you guys,

moment of truth, i don't see anyone in the line though, yeah i haven't seen anything about it! this is mcdonalds, how may i help you today? hi um, can i get the, uh, among us happy meal with a cheese burger and no pickle? and can i get um- uh- do you have orange hi-c or no? no, we have an orange poptart, apples or extra ketchup oh, french fries? anything else, sir? that's it ok please come to the second window alright. gasp no way they actually have it no way!!!!! no freaking way!!! they actually have it dude no way! no way! alright i'm

putting my mask on guys, turn off the light? ok, ok yeah ok hey how are you? ok here you go man oooohhh ok cool. laughs hysterically THE TOY!! They actually had it dude! Dude no way! no way! ok im gonna put my mask up. hey how He wanna says something? oh, thank you! OHH MY GOD GUYS WE ACTUALLY GOT IT in the most ear piercing voice possible The among us happy meal you guys. Dude

this is so cool. Ok you guys taks off mask we're gonna head back home and open this up so we can see what inside of it cut to house with woman who looks like shes 100% a dead body holding the meal Ok guys we're home and im like ready to feast on this thing and i also really wanna know what insideare you. OOOH , ok cool, laughs hysterically I dont like how its not decroative though. whats he

doing? Hes putting the key that no one knows cause you can only get it at 3 in the morning, OOOH it has to be secret menu item. It has to be secret menu. oh my god. ohohoho my god. i really though he was gonna say no like they dont have it i thought it didnt exist He wanna says something? oh, thank you! OHH MY GOD GUYS WE ACTUALLY GOT IT in the most ear piercing voice possible The among us happy

meal you guys. Dude this is so cool. Ok you guys taks off mask we're gonna head back home and open this up so we can see what inside of it cut to house with woman who looks like shes 100% a dead body holding the meal Ok guys we're home and im like ready to feast on this thing and i also really wanna know what inside Yeah you guys this is going to be IN SANE imagine getting the among us happy meal

from mcdonalds? Cause i know they had a travis scott meal and a impossible to hear the amONGUs happy meal? I think thats so much cooler though. this is gonna be so insane and you can only get this item at 3 am and its a super unique item guys so im SUUUPER glad they did not sell out when we got there but nichole, this is gonna be creepy you know what amongus is its creepy man It gets like very demonic, It does sometimes, very weird im kind of freaking out and

im wondering what kind of toy it is but lets stop talking and just get right into it, everyone LIKE this video right now, if we can get 30000 likes it will show you are excited i want to see if you guys are excited right now so like the video. alright you ready? im ready. ok lets open this up. ok Ready? lets see whats inside it ok 3 2 1. EWWWW. What what?. WHAT THE HECK? What? Dude i cant do that im not gonna

eat that. what?? im not gonna eat that. what? LOOK AT IT, LOOK AT THIS. What, the, heck is that. thats so gross its disgusting you know what? grab the camera. I know its 3AM but come on thats disgusting you cant give that to people If you're giving this to kids they're gonna get sick from this. Wheres all the fries? depression when no fries Theres like no food, EWWWW look at this, i think its a blood.

WHAT??!?! Wait are you serious. . . THIS IS THE AMONGUS TOY? Pulls out mousetrap What the heck? What is this? And theres more blood over it too, look at this! Oh its a mousetrap! (note this is a full grown ass man doing this) is it supposed to be a trap form amongus? YEAH! Like in likeliek amongus you can get trap and rooms they have

the electronical room (this is supposed to relate to among us) But why would they put that in a kids meal? thats literally dangerous. Does it actually work? if this (touches mouse trap and it fucking mutilates him) OOOOO Theres saliva coming out of his mouth owwwww. OH MY GOD DID IT BREAK YOUR FINGER??/ nononono im ok i thought it was gonna be like a fake toy or something. pain

Now we know for sure its real though, owwww. i dont know what else is in there please be careful. You guys like the video right now if you wanna see what else is in here this is nasty. pulls out cheeseburger with no blood on it theres more blood on this It looks so dry though hamburger becomes bloody EWWSWWWWWS what is that. What

the fff- i need monetisation sorry for my language but what the f is this??? reveals crewmate body in burger WHAT IS THAT? Are we gonna call a meeting or something like that? this is weird, this actually feels like its real life, look at th, look at the burger passionately sniffs burger ewww that is nasty man ewwww door knocks did somebody just knock? YOU GUYS somebody just knocked on the door right now its 3:20 in the morning now though theres no way someone can knock on the door walks slowly over to door and opens it but looks in peephole first Its blocked Somebodys

covering their hand on it look you cant see, back up back up back up SHHH! get a little closer just in case you guys wish us luck in the comments right now please pray for us 1 2 3 red crewmate is taped to peephole both of them have an asthma attack oh my god oh my god. whats going on? You guys look at this. Is this the among us toy that was supposed to come with the among us happy meal??? Or do you think they deliver it maybe, maybe they like forgot to put it in the box but wer didnt tell them our address? you guys look at this, IS THIS THE IMPOSTOR? Looks like it. But anyone can be the impostor you guys look at this they left an amoNGUS toy a- or what if hes real? what if hes evil? I mean its 3 AM its literally demon hour. WE DIDNT CHECK THE DRINK YOU GUYS Be careful. Because theres

something wrong with everything in this meal. WHY IS IT YELLOW? it smells sour like funky (instantly drinks it and spits it out) OMG WHAT IS IT? Its pee. WHAT Its pee (im not adding anything in this is what happens in that video) and i have pee in my mouth now (how does he know the taste instantly) dude you are gonna get sick omg i told you not to drink that. Guys that is not normal man like the amongus came to our door an- another asthma attack as it dissapears Where did it

go? Oh my goood i literally just put it right there, wait did he fall let me check where is he? checks under desk is there anything there? i dont, i dont hits head of of desk OW oh my god are you ok are yo- door shuts oh my god, what is going on. door knocks again They are knocking again heads towards door guys please pray for us in the comments right now like the video red crewmate is back on the door again dude what is going on what is going on dude, guys now we got this thing fricking evil It has to be possessed. theres no way i literally put him right there but if theres two of them i i dont know. So mcdonalds is not delivering this this is real life its evil, you guys the video is becoming way too long i agree its 17 mins of this shit we're gonna have to end it right here thank fuck and we're gonna find out

what should we do with this should we cut him open? what should we do comment down below should we go back to mcdonalds i need you guys advice right now cause this is not normal once again like the video guys if this was insane and if you guys are not subscribed subscribe Also follow our instagram we will probably put this on our story or we will put it on next video, make sure to go follow our instagram at im not advertising you bucko if you guys do follow the

first 500 followers we will follow you back so make sure to go follow our instagram right now we are gonna have to go put this in a box or something this is not right, so we'll see you guys in the next video man this is creepy dude

Hehe, seems they have given up!

Looks like I get to stay