#so i was left without any one until i met noe

[noeou]

hello:) this is based off of aces halloween card because he has a line something like saying he has his makeup down and wants to try on us sometime. could you possibly do the first years x reader headcanons of them doing the readers makeup !! i love your crush ones

HIDDEN TALENT.

letting them do your makeup, willingly... or not.

includes: ace trappola, deuce spade, epel felmier, and sebek zigvolt. ( x gn!reader )

next parts: currently unavailable.

contains: fluff! romantic.

sincerely noe ,⠀thank you for your kind words, nonnie! im glad you enjoyed them and will enjoy these just as much :) there is no jack or silver because i can't see them being interested in makeup to that extent, i'm sorry.

ACE TRAPPOLA

although it may not look like it, ace is a lot better at makeup than you'd think. he's very quick about it as well. 

when you asked him to do your makeup for no particular reason, he was actually excited. spent the whole night looking at different styles that would suit you and practice on himself. yes, he did fall asleep with makeup on his face, doesn't matter.

you first got brunch at sam's, it was (in a way) awkward with ace just staring at your face but what did you expect?

"wow, you brought a lot more than i'd expect."

you stared at your once empty vanity filled with the supplies he brought. you didn't know whether to be flattered at his effort or offended at the fact he thought he'd need this much.

"only the best for the prefect," he mumbled, mind clearly elsewhere.

he worked in silence. it was kind of funny, how close he was to your face yet not once making eye contact with you. the concentration is truly on another level.

it didn't take too long before he stepped away, somewhat proud of his first attempt on your face. 

"that was a lot harder than i thought it'd be." ace sighed, glad to finally rest his arm.

you glared at him for that statement, despite knowing what he truly meant. as much as you wanted to bring up how rude the statement could be interpreted, you noticed something was off. ace was much, much paler than usual, other than his eyes that were darkened.

standing to get a better look at his face, you finally were able to look in the mirror (he wanted you to be surprised so he had you turned away.)

no, you were not met with a monstrosity. three hearts of different sizes were made around your left eye, resembling the single one on ace's. you never would have expected such a thing from the ace trappola, infamous prankster.

a gentle snore interrupted your thoughts; a grin tugging at the corner of your lips, you worked to move him to a more comfortable spot to get some rest.

DEUCE SPADE

he learned a lot of what he knows from his mother. to start, he'd catch his mom watching makeup tutorials as background noise while she'd do anything. that's how he was introduced to the art. 

when you asked him to do your makeup, the one he wanted to do immediately came to mind. it was one he was still working on perfecting, it was inspired by one of the characters in a drama his mother frequented; his favorite one (don't tell anyone.)

before getting to work, he watched the first episode with you to show you who the look was inspired by. he kept it on as he worked, not getting distracted for a moment.

"can you look up for me?" deuce requested, gently pulling your chin upward.

"she's actually pretty cool," you hummed, eyes still glued to the screen. "i can see why you chose her as inspiration."

he tapped your nose with the end of the brush in his hands, scoffing at your comment. "i chose her because she's my favorite in the show."

"just like i'm your favorite in this wonderland?"

"you are aware that i can mess your makeup up at any given moment, right?" deuce said, glaring.

"okayokay–" you grinned, "i'll stop."

which you did, until you didn't.

funny enough he finished when the show did. and the show wasn't short. nonetheless, you took so many pictures with and without him. going as far as to fix your hair like hers, just to tease him further. 

"i'm never doing this again." he groaned, falling into a pillow to hide his flushed face. it was his best attempt at tuning out your professions of love in anaccent similar to the character's.

EPEL FELMIER

he needed a face to practice makeup on that wasn't plastic in order to complete vil's assignment, leading us to where we are now. 

while he may not be a makeup pro, he could be mistaken for one given how much attention to detail there is in his work. the precision is unmatched among his peers, apple carving was to thank for that. 

he went for a more minimalistic look, if only it didn't sting as much as it did. 

the melody of piano being played in another room made sitting through this easier than it was, humming along to that epel put you through an hour's worth of skincare (not including the time you spent on it the night prior to) before getting to the makeup part. 

an unexplainable joy filled you when there was only lip gloss left on the table, you watched as epel began tidying up his other belongings before finishing the last part.

he quickly dragged his thumb across your lower lip, to check that the chapstick had already been absorbed. the warmth in your face was at first our of shyness at the unexpected gesture, which quickly turned to irritation when your lips began to sting.

"my lips burn, again!" you poked the skin around it, wanting to wipe off the plumper but at the same time not wanting to mess up the hours of progress. 

"don't talk, ya might get some in your mouth." epel said, looking up at you for a brief moment. "i need to take pictures, don't mess it up."

"wasn't planning on it…" after a few more minutes of silence, an idea struck you, "as long as you kiss it better."

taking advantage of the confusion in his face, you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek. at least you won't be suffering alone.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

out of the other, he is definitely the most shy about being able to do makeup. he doesn't keep his knowledge secret, but he doesn't go out of his way to tell people about it either. 

he knows a lot about more traditional styles, finding the modern ones very… silly, if you will. 

given his more tradition preferences, sebek is definitely one to never use products found in stores. he makes his own. and yes, he does use them very often.

over a break, lilia convinced him to take you with them to briar valley. they planned a ball for a reason you can't recall, but it's allowed you to learn more about this side of sebek.

it took him a while to stop being flustered with the amount of skincare and make supplies he's mad. when he did, he most certainly geeked out about it. it was more of like what styles you do when, and techniques. 

"ooh, we match!" you grinned excitedly, looking at your face in the mirror.

you noticed a light shade of pink dust his ears at you observation.

"it's tradition that knights match with their lover at gatherings like these."

“what? really?” you gaped, you’ve truly come a long way.

it was almost like yesterday he was embarrassed to know you exist and now he’s willing to show your relationship to those he’s grown up with.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek before (debatably) skipping off to change.

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 25

Campfire or left in the cold

Since Dethklok were already canonically abandoned in the snow, I decided to go for campfire today. For some reason, I couldn’t stop picturing Nathan and Skwisgaar at the campfire so that’s what you’re getting! They’re one of my favorite Dethklok relationships after all :)

“Okeys, starts askings de questionks, go, go go!” Skwisgaar rubbed his hands in expectation. 

“Okay, okay…” Nathan narrowed his eyes at his phone screen. “If you could be an animal, what would you be?”

Skwisgaar replied instantly. “A dragons, you!”

“Maybe like Godzilla or something…” Nathan said, in deep thought. “Godzilla is fucking brutal.” He returned his eyes to the screen. “What has made you laugh until you cried?”

“Whens…” Skwisgaar was already giggling at the memory. “Whens Moidaface tripped with dogs shit, den a bananas, then his hair caught fires, then brokes his nose...when he diveds in a pools.” He shut his eyes, body shaking from laughter.

Nathan chuckled. “That was fucking awesome. I guess that’s mine too.” He stared at the screen again. “Favorite TV Show?”

Some hours ago, Skwisgaar had suggested to Nathan to get fucking plastered, a suggestion Nathan would never turn down. They decided to get booze without the Klokateers and, on their way back from the store, they got lost in the woods.

Luckily, they had found a small campfire that Charles had set all across the place in case any Dethklok member would ever get lost, they could be safe and warm. Charles had told them to stay there and wait to be picked up. And while they waited, well…that booze wasn’t going to drink itself. 

Skwisgaar especially was giving Nathan a fight for his money with that bottle of rum, which was impressive considering Nathan was the one that got a liver transplant due to this extreme alcohol consumption. 

While neither of them was normally too talkative, alcohol made them more chatty. Thus, they were now playing the 20 questions game with each other. 

“Uhh….a fact about the last person you kissed…” Nathan asked reluctantly, like he wasn’t sure he was reading it right. 

“He ams a stupid dildos.” Skwisgaar answered way too fast. 

Nathan blinked. “He?”

“She,” Skwisgaar belatedly corrected. “She ams…stupids…” He frowned at the fire and took another gulp of rum. 

Nathan thought it was weird that Skwisgaar seemed bitter, he didn’t seem like the type to even remember his partners. Not that he cared. “Mine had huge boobs and was super hot. Next question…most traumatic exper-let’s skip that. What’s the last text you received?” 

Wordlessly, Skwisgaar pulled up his phone and opened the messaging app. He raised both eyebrows for a second before his expression turned neutral again. “You ams a colds unfeelingks monsters.” He read, impassively. 

“Woah.” Nathan chuckled. “That’s brutal. Who sent that?”

“Toki.” Skwisgaar said before tucking his phone back in his pocket. 

“Oh.” That was considerably less brutal. “Did you guys fight?”

“He ams just being a big babies as usualsk.” Skwisgaar rested his face on his hand, seemingly done with the conversation.

“Right…” Nathan scrolled down his own messages. “The last message I got was from Charles saying we needed to stay put, so…” He opened the image again and cleared his throat. “Last awkward situation you found yourself in?”

Skwisgaar snorted. “When Pickle walkeds into me and Toki-” His half-lidded gaze suddenly turned wide-eyed. “P-Playings wif our swords- I means guitars! We were playingks wif our guitars!”

Nathan wasn’t sure if he had drank too much and was starting to hallucinate things but something was starting to be really odd about Skwisgaar’s answers. If anything, this was currently his most awkward situation. “Okay, let’s move on…have you met the person you fell hardest for?”

“Noes!” Skwisgaar yelled. “Noes, I hasn’ts! I don’ts do dat! I don’ts falls for peoples evors!” As if to emphasize this, he took a pretty long swig of his bottle and finished it.

Yeah, he was going to ignore that too. He was definitely going to ignore it. “Yeah, that’s a no for me too…” He mumbled to himself before moving to the next question. “What’s a secret you haven’t told anyo-”

“Nethans, ams you questioningks me?” Skwisgaar stood up and gave him an accusing glare. 

“What?” Nathan grimaced. “No? What the fuck are you talking about, I’m just reading these stupid questions!” He looked back at his phone. “Next question says: talk about your ex.”

“I don’ts has an ex!” Skwisgaar exclaimed in frustration.

“That’s what the game says!” Nathan replied, just as frustrated.

Puffing, Skwisgaar sat back down on the tree trunk. The crackling of fire filled the silence between them. “Sorries.” He said after a while.

Nathan stared at him with vague, intoxicated concern. “Are you okay?” 

“Ams dat a games questionks?” Skwisgaar said, gaze half-lidded again. 

“Uh…” Nathan glanced at his phone. “Yeah.”

Skwisgaar kept his eyes on the fire, lip quivering. “Noes…” He let out quietly.

Nathan pretended to read from the image on his phone. “Why…are you not…okay?”

Skwisgaar sighed, covering his face with his hands. “I thoughts I didn’t cares about somethings…but I does…and it sucks.”

He might have had too much to drink, because it was making him sad to see Skwisgaar so dejected. “What happened?” After a pause, he added. “That’s also a question here.”

His friend chuckled. “I…has an argskuments with somebodies….” He lowered his hands, frustrated at himself. “I knows! Soes fucking stupids. Ams I a goil? Pfft.”

Nathan waited and waited, but when Skwisgaar didn’t say anything else, he insisted. “And?”

“Ands…” Skwisgaar blinked slowly at the fire, like he couldn’t comprehend what he was feeling. “Ands I misses dat idiots.”

“So, go and tell that person that.”

Skwisgaar winced. “I can’ts.” 

“Uh, why?”

“He-she wants somethings whats I cant’s give hims…I means her.” Skwisgaar mumbled and buried his face in his legs.

In turn, Nathan took several gulps of his whiskey bottle, because he really was going to need it to listen to Skwisgaar’s half-baked confession. He exhaled loudly, the alcohol burning his insides. “And what is that?”

Skwisgaar didn’t move for several seconds. “Loves.” He finally said, voice muffled.

Seriously? That was it? Love?! Nathan squinted at Skwisgaar in disbelief. “The way I see it, you don’t seem to be having problems with that.”

Confused, Skwisgaar raised his head. “...What you means?”

Nathan stared into Skwisgaar’s eyes, a bit exasperated to have to spell it out for him. He was never the best with words, but Skwisgaar was even worse. “Egh, I mean that what I’m hearing is that you……love this person, Skwisgaar. Your problem is that you don’t want to admit it.” He drank more whiskey. “That’s it.”

Skwisgaar looked at him like he had invented the atomic bomb, or something. “I alreadies…?”

Nathan saw a bush move and he stood up instinctively before recognizing the Klokateer uniform. Oh, right, they were waiting to be picked up. 

“Sir!” The Klokateer waved his hand, and another one came running behind. “Where’s-”

“He’s right here.” Nathan pointed at Skwisgaar, who still seemed to be in a state of semi-shock. “Hey, Skwisgaar,” He nudged his shoulder. “They came to get us.”

Skwisgaar didn't react.

Very quickly, the Klokateers reached them, covering them in blankets and giving them hot chocolate. A monitoring Charles spoke with them on the phone. The Klokateers said something about wolves and bears being in the area, though Nathan didn’t really listen, instead focusing on putting some whiskey on the beverage before drinking it. That was really good.

On the way back to Mordhaus, Skwisgaar didn’t say a word, just held the chocolate awkwardly, some drops spilling on his blanket but he didn’t seem to care. When they finally arrived to their house, though, Toki was waiting at the entrance, an anxiety-riddled expression on his face.

“Nethans,” He said, mildly relieved, though his eyes were still searching. “Where’s- Oh!” He ran to Skwisgaar, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. It was nothing out of the regular, really, Toki had always gravitated more towards Skwisgaar out of all Dethklok members.

After the conversation he had with Skwisgaar, however, Nathan couldn’t help but feel like there was something different. As Toki said unintelligible things to Skwisgaar, the latter gazed at Nathan. He hadn’t quite recovered from everything but he nodded at Nathan.

Nathan nodded back at him before he went back to his room to rest. It wasn’t until he had laid on his bed that he realized he was smiling.

Skwisgaar never said thanks outloud. 

[jovnie]

The devil's desire | Yoongi

Summary;

You fell in love with a man of many pasts, however he desired more than a relationship. He wanted your soul for eternity.

Words: 13k

Devil yoongi! Demon au! Human reader

Very Dark themes

Warnings: religious concepts, gore, porn without plot, death, big dick yoongi, clubbing, kidnapping, non-con touching, blood, cnc, prey ( y/n ), stalker yoongi, drugged, drugs, chains, cutting, rough sex,

"She's almost ready sir!" a winged creature announced. Nodding in his throne, he took the mirror and looked through it. There you were getting ready to meet a mysterious guy at a club or well hoping to once again. He smirked devilishly knowing you remembered to come back to this particular club.

He previously brought you to this nightclub in Korea, hidden through an alleyway in the darkest part of Busan. There was danger and a constant fear of being robbed, kidnapped. Even if Korea was a safe place, things like kidnapping and murder still happen and even more so at night.

He remembered that you kept a knife and a taser with you, he liked the vulnerability you had going to a place not meant for angels let alone humans at night. He found it charming how oblivious you are to your surroundings as well. He was a man of darkness and hell for sure, but one thing was for sure. He only craved humans who were pure and light energetically. 'Suppose you did know that the Club was own by the devil himself, would that really stop you' he thought.

He watched her put on clothes and noticed how delicate she was in his eyes. No, this wasn't the first time he'd watch her. Not the last either, it seemed like a generational curse in his eyes. He wasn't mad he placed it on the females to feel tempted by his actions, however, each one passed the test. you however failed it the first two times, making it the third time.

Sighing, he put the mirror down and stood up. Stretching, he allowed his black feather wings to elongate and move around before putting them away. Looking at his watch it was a quarter past 11 pm, he'd knew you want to be early and try and catch a good table. However the little worry of what if someone wanted to take you before him, hurt you before him. The thoughts riled him up, making him grab his keys and wait by the portal. Besides the gate doesn't open until 11:59, so his intrusiveness can calm for now.

While waiting, he took out the cute little human hand mirror you'd gifted him a while back. He looked at himself and the scar over his left eye, "maybe this is what attracts them" he chuckled softly.

As time fastened, he waited for the lock in the air to appear. He waited long and hard for that little red lock and once it appeared, he opened all the portals from his underworld to the human world and the other one which lead stright to his club.

Formally known as 666 plaza to hadians, the chosen humans only knew it as void 218. To you it was just another club on the holy day of Sunday. Although you were never brought up with Christianity, you had the basics that everyone knew, loved, and hated.

Waiting by the gates or humanly known as "doors" you pulled out your phone to realize there was no battery or charge. Confused as you could've sworn it was full when you left, you herd the doors open and the mini line began moving. Your eyes wandered the room to find the stairs that led to the upper level where you would meet and see Yoongi. You knew it was stupid to keep doing this, but with yours and his schedule it wasn't at all.

Passing by the few people, you found upstairs and walked up seeing there were already people inside which confused you, but you paid little attention to it. Waiting by the usual black velvet seats and area, you head a familiar voice.

"Is this your regular peach vodka with light ice?" yoongi asked loudly over the now loud music playing. Nodding, you sat up and greeted him before getting your drink. Little did u know about his plans with you or what tonight was gonna be.

Smiling softly, yoongi was gentle eyes admired your beauty as he get down with his own drink. He took a sip of his own drink that was laced with a sleeping drug, one that'd do nothing to him and more to you.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked knowingly.

"Well, it's a Sunday and I have nothing planned so I thought I come by" you lied, hoping the white lie would slip. Nodding, yoongi put his hand on your thighs and moved closer to talk to you about life and each other week. You mentioned something about the campus or school you were studying and he lied about his "forensics" job and how hard it was to see how people died. Continuing, he bought the two of you more drinks and when the timing was right offered one of his. Thanking him for the kind jester, you took a sip. He smiled and also took a sip after you, then placed it back down.

"Good isn't it?" he said, reaching over to his phone and at the time. Noticing he did so you hummed and snuck another sip. Then another. Whatever was in had you almost drinking his entire cup down.

"Omg what is this, what's making it so good. I can't put my finger on it" she said as her words slowed down and her eyes blinked slowly. He watched her body start to feel tired, then at the right moment whispered in her ear "apple, cherry, lime, it's a light alchcolic drink and right, drugs."

Soon as her eyes closed and body dropped, he mustered enough strength to pick her up and sling you over his shoulder. "Another one taken by the devils favorite drink, poison apple," he whispered knowing nobody cared to stop him not could. Well not if they wanted hells punishment if not worse death, even if they were immortal. Walking up the last set of stairs he opened the portal and handed the keys to his servant and told him to look after.

Noting the girl, the servant nodded and knew the king was gonna take his time and would be in a long "meeting." Taking charge of the place, yoongi walked up to his Castle surrounded by blue flames in the middle of nowhere and walked in. He demanded for total privacy, meaning nobody in or even near the castle or be banished for eternity and with that everyone wondered what that soul did to get his undivided attention. From there gossip spread about you from one to another creature and it traveled fast.

Meanwhile, he laid you on the bed and looked at his watch. The drug last about 30 minutes and about 20minuets have gone. From there he requested one trusted worker with a list. The list was :

The devils list

Body Chains and rope

Salt and a black cross

2 Robes

Wipes

Black paint

Sheep's blood

Lube any flavor

Nodding the worker flew off and yoongi allowed his wings to expand out his back and eyes to turn a dark blue color as his hair contained white strips. He watched your sleeping body, before checking the time and seeing he has 5 minutes left before you wake up. Taking that in he stretched his neck and before activating his speed and undressing you, cleaning the area around the bed, making sure the chain locks are stable and if not changing them, turning off lights and lighting candals all around the room and the whole castle and finally sitting down at the edge. Checking the time once again, he had 3 minutes left and so did the worker before he'd get pissed and with that thought the worker came to drop everything off before yoongi told him to get lost.

With the activation of speed he quickly undressed, sat the cup near the bed and filled it with sheeps blood, put salt near the edge without touching it as it stung him, put the cross around his neck and began drawing a ritual circle around the bed then finnaly the walls. To end everything he placed the chains on your hands and feet then connected to each end of the bed. The rest of the stuff he just put next to the bed and laid naked above you waiting for you to wake up.

He knew the drug was strong, but he didnt think it was that strong so he checked the time again and 10 minutes had passed by. Sighing, he began taking the knife and cut a slit on his wrist and placed the wound to your mouth. After a few blinks, you began to wake up and within a second you panked and a minute later realised you were chained.

Weak, scared, targeted, blood covered lips, chained and his favorite vulnerability he finally felt aroused at the sight. With lust in his eyes and an aura darker than night himself, he slowly kissed your cheek.

"Welcome to hell baby" he greeted, confused you closed your eyes and for once prayed you'd be able to wake up in where you left to only get the image of him drugging you and making you pass out. To then opne them and see the same sight.

"Wouldn't that make you?" She paused trying to yank the chains.

"Hades, satan the devil or whatever you humans call me for ruling the underworld. Then yes that's me and as you see, you're caged like a bug trapped in a spider's web. How cute. How naive to trust anyone you've properly met either. " he whispered the last bit in your ear as his lips traveled around your chest and neck leaving hickeys as he moved.

Groaning, you tried yanking the chains hearing a noise and hoping it ment it broke to realise no he fooled you with the sound of his nails knocking on the wood.

"Got you" he chuckled as you began scared, moving his lips towards your breast he sucked softly getting slight moans from your mouth. "Mm good girl continue with it an d maybe I'll spare your soul" he joked, sucking and groaning your other breast with his hands. Ignoring him and forcing your mouth to close. He raised an eyebrow and sat up, he then looked at your mouth and then his length.

"That wasn't smart now was it dsrling?" He asked, as his crouch hovered your mouth and his length being rubbed on your face as the other hand rested on the wall. "Noe open wide and if not, I can allways just shove it. Dont think about biting as i can manually remove teeth of needed" he mentioned as tears rolled down your eyes as he slowly entered his length.

"Good girl, suck it like that" he groaned, slowly moving his hips all the way in and out. With doing so he admired the trlaclesnt salty wetness driping from her eyes that he took a finger and wiped it. Caressing her face as he continued thrusting and groaning till he felt hard enough and then pulled out. Wiping her eyes again he grabbed the lube and posed the non negotiable question of

"May I pretty angel, take this as mine?" He whispered softly as he leaned down to her ear. Nodding yes a tear ran and he licked it clean, causing a slight shiver down her body. "Good" he replied, putting lube around his own length and stoking it on.

"If you cum on me will I get pregnant?" You asked shyly.

"Mm, well yes and that's my goal princes or should I say queen. Your body is mine after all." he tells, taking his fingers and tracing a cross between your chest as he watches a dark mark appear in a mini cross between your chest.

Crying harder knowing you've not only been kidnapping, but there was an even little chnace of seeing your family friends and well your little pet. "I love when you cry my love" he said softly as his fingers softly rubbed against you clit and his lips attach to yours. Knowingly you kissed back and surprisingly it felt like comfort but tasted like sin and poison. One your body will soon adapt to. As your mouths moved in unison, his fingers rubbed softly around your bud and you were finally able to relax and enjoy the feeling. He had an undeniable hold on your body, one your soul started to grow a liking too the longer her rubbed and kissed your lips. Soon you became hungry for more and grinded against his hand and with the hint he rubbed quicker as you moaned down his throat and his free hand now snaking behind your back. Moaning more you called his name, in which he loved begging you to say again.

"YOONGi!"you moaned louder as his stomach and cock felt it making it twitch slightly. stoping his finger he guided his tip and put his chin on your neck and slid in slowly, taking his time as you adjusted before moving faster. You pulled the chains trying to hold onto him but he shook his head no and softly held your body up with the help of the chains and began pounding into you.

No it was not a speed nor length you were used to, but the feeling you could by a heartbeat. You legs became weak, your back arched hard, your mouth could only stay open and your head was in a daze as he fucked you without mercy. His length was big enough to make you scream from the top of your lungs and beg for more. He loved that and too started moaning which soon started to sound like deep breathes and heavy grunts. He loved the warm, pulsing feeling of your pussy on him as it dripped with cum around him.

"Ah, fuck, That's hot!" he moaned loudly. Moving his hips closer, he pushed his length in deeper and the sounds of his hips crashing into yours echoed the room. You were now at a point of no return, all you could do was moan and take him, which only increased his horniness and overall arousal.

"I'm close!" yoongi groaned and panted as his hips movements slowed down, but the deepness was still there. Shopping, yoongi's body out of tiredness fell on top of yours and he kissed your neck softly. Without enough energy to pull out, he came deep, groaning in your neck and laying still. Both overly fucked out and deep breathing, laid there until yoongi got enough energy to unchain your hands and drink from the cup of blood that started to reek and fill the room. The room that once smelt like lavender and vanilla now smelled like sex and sheep's blood. Leaning down to kiss you, you kissed back with your body begging to ache like hell and body starting to contort you screamed in pain. Whispering something into your neck, he held you close to his chest as you grabbed and scratched his back till the blood came from it.

"Submit and it'll go quickly." he whispered tired as can be. Taking his advice, you closed your body and let it take over. Suddenly your eyes and hair became white as a dove and the pain stopped. Not only did he claim you as his, the kiss of blood crowned you queen of the underworld.

They laid naked as each could no longer have the strength to get up, but hold each other in a soft hug. Comferting and relaxing, considering what had to happen. They slept wedded that night, perfectly times as the full moon was now full and the ritual circle could light up red as the two came into harmony.

[yetanotherbuffyblog]

Buffy has a new toy.

And dang it’s cool.

Buffy picks up the sweet axe (which seems to connect to Slayers in a way it doesn’t to anyone else) that she got and she’s about to rip into Caleb, but she’s told her friends are in trouble, and she goes and saves the group that Faith led when they’re being attacked by Uber Vampires. She leads them back home, including a wounded Faith. She shows off the axe to the group, which is sort-of-dubbed the ‘Slayer Scythe’ despite very obviously not being a scythe. She charges Giles and Willow to find out the origin of the weapon.

Also Buffy has Xander kidnap Dawn to take her away from the danger; when she wakes up and Xander explains, handing her the note Buffy left, she tazes Xander and drives back.

And the First bonds with Caleb, or something?

Buffy has heart-to-hearts with Faith and with Spike, and she follows the lead Willow and Giles came up with that suggests the axe is Egyptian or something, and she finds a pyramid tomb in the cemetery and enters. There’s a Guardian there, who claims to be the last of an order that oversaw the Watchers and that the axe was made for Slayers for the final battle against evil. Apparently it was used to kill the last pure-blooded demon from the world, and it’s there to be taken up by Slayers again when needed (Caleb noticeably could not pull it from the stone it was lodged in).

And then Caleb kills the Guardian, and so Buffy and Caleb fight. It’s closer this time, until ANGEL COMES RIGHT THE FUDGE OUT OF NOWHERE and gives her an opening, and she continues the fight without any more interference, cutting him in the gut with the axe.

The episode ends with Angel and Buffy making out. But OHES NOES! Spike  is watching, and the First taunts him over this.

Notes! (Written mostly while I was watching the episode):

-The axe thing has a stake in it too? That’s a pretty cool weapon. It reminds me a bit of the Combat Cross in the Lords of Shadow games that is a chain whip and also a stake for killing vampires.

-The axe is REALLY cool.

-The Potentials really should have been given a lot more weapons and training with dealing with Uber Vampires.

-Viewing falling into Caleb’s trap as a punishment or karma for not following Buffy is stupid considering what happened the first time they fought Caleb.

-They refer to it as a scythe, which is a bit weird because it’s obviously an axe? A scythe is a thing that exists and that’s not it!

-Giles is baffled about how he couldn’t have heard of the axe before, which is because, I assumed, they just made it up this season.

-I feel as if we still don’t really have a satisfactory backstory for Caleb.

-The research Willow and Giles do is such weird BS-- “The vineyard used to be a monastery but the artifact is clearly pre-Christian”--HOW. HOW IS IT PRE-CHRISTIAN.THERE ARE NO PAGAN SYMBOLS ON IT, IT HAS NO WRITING OR PAGAN SYMBOLS. AND HOW DOES THAT PRECLUDE IT FROM BEING HELD BY MONKS. ARE YOU STUPID.

-And they just have their research on a random website. Although I suppose in a world with demons and such this stuff MIGHT be on the Internet.

-The weird demon image we get of the First is not… great CGI.

-If the First can possess someone, why hasn’t that happened before?

-As I guessed, Buffy is horrified to find out that Faith and Wood fondued in the house, in her room.

-I like when Faith and Buffy bond. I don’t want them to be BFFs but I like the idea that even if they don’t always get along, there’s an understanding between them, because there’s something they share that no one else does.

-“All I did was hold you and watch you sleep, and it was the best night of my life.” I am FAIRLY certain that Stephenie Meyer watched this show.

-Andrew and Anya are stealing from the hospital? Apparently town’s been evacuated so I suppose it’s not that bad, it’s more like raiding supplies from an abandoned facility.

-Anya praising humanity’s willingness to fight and then insisting she doesn’t love them (us) is kind of amazing.

-WHEELCHAIR FIGHT! It’s kind of out of place here but I don’t mind because it’s fantastic and what I might do if I had the chance.

-I’m sorry but the axe thing feels, like Caleb, like something else that came right the fudge out of nowhere--and makes sense because the foreshadowing for it comes in with Caleb. This feels more like plugging a narrative hole for something to help out against the uber-vamps. Though TV Tropes tells me a tie-in comic explains it better and makes it less of an armpit pull.

-The Guardian does not believe, at first, that Buffy is actually her name.

-ANGEL?! HWAT?!?

-Cut off Caleb’s head to be sure. Check for a pulse.

-That upon seeing Angel again they decide to make out for a bit feels very dishonest to their characters? I know she’s been under a lot of stress, but that’s not how they interacted last time they met up after a while. I know a ton of people see Angel as Buffy’s TRUE LUV but this is not… how they act? It’s inserted to cause drama with Spike, and that’s a pain.

-I have one episode left in this entire series. Wow.

[annonmaly]

Ok, It's Not Red. So What? (continuation)

Noé and his left eye

At this point, I'm wondering why I decided to do this. At first, I just saw this official artwork collection, and I'm like: "These are cool, let me post something short about what I think (cos' I got a lot of time). Some of these ideas may already be out there. But still, I may drag someone else in this 'what if' hole I'm in". I meant this to be one post with 500 words only. But lo' and behold! I'm now on the fourth part of this thought dump. My lazy brain is so proud of me right now.

These posts could be read separately. But if you have some minutes to waste and have nothing better to do. Check out the previous parts here:

Part 1: Regarding some of VnC Artwork

Part 2: Oh, It's Not Red

Part 3: Ok, It's Not Red. So What?

No promises that it's worthwhile tho'.

Hopefully for the last time, a friendly reminder that best in writing is an award I never received. I'm not the person who could analyze, explain, or theorize things. Please bear that in mind while reading. Photos are not mine, of course. Also, spoiler alert to be safe.

Now that I said everything I want to say. Let's finish this thing. This would be the last absurd idea that I want to share.

I read this theory a while ago that Noé's left eye was partially blind. This was the result of his injury during his childhood. As proof, Noé always received an injury on the left side. I totally agree with this theory. There's something wrong in that left eye of his. What if Noé's left eye lost its original power? Or What if it's not his eye to begin with? Sounds farfetched? Yeah, it is, but give me a break here. This was on my head for a long time now, and this needs to be out of my system.

Ok, first, let me tell you why I think his left eye is suspicious.

1. Noé had an eye injury when he was a kid. But after a while, it healed as nothing happened. This could easily be explained. It was healed totally by his vampire's power.

2. How and when he received that injury is questionable. (Actually, that whole story is suspicious) Did he receive it before or after being kidnapped? I don't much about slave trade in VnC world. But, if you're going to sell something you don't want it to have visible damage, right? (Sorry if the comparison sounds offending)

3. This may be for artistic purposes. However, there are panels where Noé's left eye was hidden by his hair or something. Most of them are when he is emotional. Or, more precisely, when it's about Vanitas. This is not always the case, and maybe I'm just reading to it more than necessary. But let me give you some examples:

(I had a hard time in this cos' I'm confused about what is left and right)

Let me briefly explain the picture from left to right

Bal Masque Arc: (It is not noticeable in this arc, actually. But when Noé is scolding Ruthven, we can't see his left eye.) The image above is when human Vani told Noé to leave him alone Then the one beneath is the moment when Noé declared that he will stay with human Vani.

Catacombs Arc: This is the time when Noé forgot to cut his hair. His left eye is hidden at about 90 percent of this arc. I only saw it again when Noé got angry with the weird doctor because he keeps calling human Vani by number "69". Even after the conclusion of this arc, his left eye is hidden.

Pre-Gevaudan Arc: We all know what happened the night before this. In the panel above, his eye was hidden when he was expressing his guilt. Then when he's being honest, Mochijun-Sensei showed his left profile.

Misha Arc: I know it's still fresh in your memories. To make this short, they are fighting to the death. The above panel is when Noé's reevaluating the events that happened. Then below is when he realized that he did not look at human Vani properly.

I'm a VaNoé shipper so I could go on all day, but I think I already get my point across. There's a pattern here when human Vani and Noé are having an issue. Or when Noé can't understand the former, his left eye is hidden. After they kiss and makeup Mochijun-sensei shows Noé's left eye.

I think I already established that Noé's left eye is weird, so let's move on. If you encountered my prior post, I assumed that Luna and Noé are twins. Let's ignore that notion. For now, I will settle with the idea that the blue vampire and Noé are related. They could be siblings, parent-child, or kinsmen. I'll believe that Noé is related to the blue moon vampire until Mochijun-Sensei says otherwise.

So, I emphasized Noe's hidden eye a moment ago. Who else out there that we don't see her left eye? Yup, the vampire of the blue moon. (I already mentioned this on my previous post)

This is not related but look at these panels:

After hearing human Vani's childhood story, Noé and Luna both asked the question about hating the vampires. Take note that Luna is on the right, the eye that was she's not hiding. Noé on the left profile, the hidden eye at times. I don't know if there's a meaning in this or what, it's just interesting.

Going Back,

If Noé is related to the blue vampire and the cursed book. (I think Grandpa DeSade won't ask him to observe the book without reason, he possibly be the real owner). Maybe at some point, his eyes are blue. Or maybe one of his eyes is blue. The left eye, perhaps?

So far, we only saw Noé gazing at the blue moon in the first chapter.

Left profile, left eye, interesting. (I'll say this again and again, Sensei is shady. Even that smile)

Well, it's his right eye. However, it's his left that noticed the moon first.

Next...

The whole sentence is "and see for yourself with your own eyes..." Is it just a coincidence that the panel with the words "with your own eyes" was a close-up of Noé's left eye? (He's still looking up the blue moon here)

Now, assuming that his eyes are blue before. What happened? As I said earlier, maybe he lost the power of his left eye or just transferred it to someone. Is there someone heterochromatic that is always with Noé? Oh, yes, Murr.

So, in a nutshell: What if Noé has the power of a blue and red moon vampire before the series' timeline started? (He's kind of special since it would only show when he's using his vampiric powers) Then, something terrible happened that we don't yet. And they had no choice but to transfer that power to Murr?

At one point, I imagined that Noé and Murr exchanged eyes, but dismissed it since I thought that Murr's eyes are red. But now that I changed my mind about Murr's eye color, I think this could still be a possibility.

I'll leave it up to your imagination as to how everything happened. This is just a half-boiled theory I had that needs to get out of my mind. I'll try to expound it furthermore when I found out more (or maybe I would already change my mind)

This scene would negate my thousand words post entirely. Because the injury Noé had is shown when he met Sensei for the first time. This means he should still be heterochromatic here. The old man knows that he's a vampire. So, it's either, Noé told them, or the couple saw his vampiric characteristics. They would tell Noé that his eyes was strange, right? But it looks like had no idea at all.

(I'll just copy and paste from my previous post)

I believe that Mochijun-sensei is keeping the timeline vague since it would reveal too much information. I mean, we don't know how long time passed from the day Noé was found by the old couple to the day Sensei brought him to the castle in the forest. Keep in mind that the vampire's growth differs for each person, as well. Also, is the story the Noé and Sensei told trustworthy? As far as I could tell, Sensei is shady, like really. Besides, Noé's memory is also not reliable. After all, someone out there may have the ability to manipulate memories. What if Noé was was born ages ago and was induced to sleep for a long time for whatever reasons?

(Copy Paste ends here)

I really love Noé and Murr. You see, the title of the series is The Case Study of Vanitas, but I'm more curious about Noé. My guts tell me that he would unexpectedly surprise us in the future chapters. Do you have any ideas or thoughts you want to share about VnC? tell me, I'm so bad at digging gold here.

That's the end folks, I warned you this might not make any sense. I'm just a person who has a lot of time on hand got bored waiting for the next chapter. Still, I had fun writing this. It's entertaining to crack our heads with the possibilities of what would happen in the story. But remember to always respect the authors. It's their work and art.

Note: I wrote this to indulge my over-thinking self. This is just a random theory, thoughts, assumptions, and/or head-canons. Thank you for taking the time to read and understanding if I made any mistakes or post whatever it is you don’t agree on.

[i-am-ironic]

Daminette arranged mariage au part 7

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Damian arrived right on time as usual, to pick Marinette up for dinner. In the car they went over the plan one last time.

"So the plan right now is just to tell your brothers that we are dating until the papers go through confirming you are Xander's father, right?" Marinette said watching the city fly by.

"It shouldn't take long." Damien replied, "Rich families tend to get things done faster then anyone else. Everything should be in order before the end of dinner."

"But what about when they start asking questions?"

"We avoid the questions until the paperwork goes through, then we can tell them the whole story." He Paused thinking back. "When I got back I didn't talk about what happened. I didn't tell anyone so they should be interested enough in the story to leave their questions till the end."

"This might not go well dames," Marinette started Fidgeting with her bracelet, "what if they don't like me? Or they think I'm helping your mother? Or what if-"

"No, mari." He said, his voice bringing her away from her anxious thoughts, "it will be fine. i promise. they will love you and once we explain, everything will be fine. We are here are you ready?"

She nodded and stepped out of the car. The manor was even more extravagant then she had imagined. She was going to need to come back to sckech just the doorway not to mention the rest of the house. Thinking about the architecture helped to calm her nerves.

"Here we go" she said stepping up to the door. It opened before dhe even had the chance to knock. Behind the door was an elderly man in a suite.

"Hello Ms my name is Alfred, I am the Wayne's butler and your name is?"

"Just call me marinette.”

“I must insist it wouldn't be proper to call you anything but your last name.” Alfred said.

“Just marinette for now but you will probably know my last name by the end of the night.” he looked at her curiously, why didn’t she want him to know her name yet?

“Very well ms marinette,” he said before turning to damian, “master damian your family is waiting for you in The sitting room.”

the two of them walked into the room and marinette was expecting a lot of things, but not this. damian just looked so done with his family. 

“Ahem.”he said drawing attention to himself.  “Marinette these are my brothers Dick is the one hanging from the chandelier” she waved at the familiar man. “Tim is the one drinking straight from the pot of coffee and Jason is the one throwing knifes at Dick. Oh and cass is the only normal one sitting on the couch.”

“Hey!” the boys all yelled in unison.

“Its a pleasure to see you again marinette.” bruse said before the boys could start arguing “I presume that our other guest will be here after dinner?”

“That is correct Mr Wayne.”

“Its Bruce as I have told you.”

marinette rooled her eyes smiling. She wasn't going to call him Bruce

“Hold on what other guest?” Jason said confused.

“Dinner is served.” alfrid said from the doorway as he lead the group out of the room.

“Damian wait!” Dick said reaching out for his little brother. Damian turned glancing at marinette who nodded.

“What do you want Grayson?” he siad eager to get back to marinette. 

“I don't think you should be seeing marinette you know how dangerous our 'job' is and-”

“She can take care of herself” he cut his brother off turning to follow were the rest of the group had gone. 

Dick grabbed Damian’s arm makeing him stay this was importent.“I'm sure she can but she has a 2 year old son who can't take care of himself and I don't think-”

“Richard.” that got his attention damian never called anyone by their first name.

“Yes?”

“Xander is my son.” that took a moment to Process before-

“WHAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS YOUR SON!”

without answering Damian walked out of the room. Dick folowed him into the dining room, where evryone looked at the two.

“Dick whats wrong? we heard yelling and you look like you saw a ghost.” Cass said conserned. 

“Its nothing,” Damian replied sharing a meningful look with marinette. “I'm sure Grayson is fine. so marinette do I need to take any of my brothers to the garden”

evryone looked shocked at the implicashons but marinette just giggled.

“No they have all been wonderful. besids you know i can handle your brothers.”she smiled. 

“Listen, marinette, if damian kidnapped you blink twice.” jason said in a sereous tone.

she gigaled again, “He didn't kidnap me besides we both know I can beat damian in a fight.”

“take that back! i have beaten you plenty of times before.” this made the boys and cass very intrested, if damian was defending himself he must have actualy tried to beat her, and falled.

“Dames I beat you 68% of the time.” interesting. 

“so you admit i have beaten you before!” he said triumfently.

“Yeah when I let you win.” damians mouth fell open in legitament showk. he looked over at his father, who nodded, before making a statment that would change this family forever.

“Marinette Anne dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne you take that back right this minute!”

the reactions were very mixed. Dick was shocked. not only did his baby brother have a child but it apered that he was marred. Jason didnt know what to think. he had begun to coneckt the dots, marinette had foud the father of her chiled, she then showed up with his brother and she had the same last name as him. $#*! Tim alerdy knew about all this from his reserch and cass decided to wait for an explanation.

“No.” marinette said scrunching up her noes playfully. "I refuse to take it back."

there was silence for a moment before Bruce spoke.

“Maybe we should continue this discussion in the sitting room”

��So would you like to explain why marinette has the same last name as you?” cass said once they reached the other room. 

“Not really but-”

“dames be nice, we knew we were going to explain when we came here tonight. I'll text luka.” 

.”Who's Luka?” Tim said, he hadn't read anythig about a ‘Luka’.

“Its a long story so let's start from the beginning,” marinette started.

“Three and a half years ago I was walking back to my family's house after hanging out at a friend's house. Before I got home I saw a man who needed help, so I went over to help. him i cant remember what he was doing but when I got there I felt a prick in the back of my neck. I pulled the dart out before I hit the ground. The next thing I knew I was in a room laying on a coute. the door was locked and I could hear yelling from someone else in the building. I could tell it was a man but I couldn't make out what he was saying. it wasn't in french I later found out he was speaking Arabic. After the yelling stopped i heard the door unlock and got ready to run but when the door opened a woman was standing there with two big men behind her. She walked in and because of the two men I couldn't run. She started speaking to me in french she said 'my name it Talia. I need you to put on this ceremonial dress.' To which I replied as any sane person would that I wasn't going to put on the dress and they needed to take me back home. She asked 'did you hear that man yelling a moment ago?' 'Yes?' I said though I wasn't sure what that had to do with anything. 'if you don't put it on and do what I say I will kill him.' So I put on the dress. They tied my hands behind my back and blindfolded me before leading me out of the cell I was in. When they took the blindfold off I was kneeling at an alter. Talia began speaking in french so I could understand. She was saying things about the strongest bond known to man, and a queen for the future king. I didn't understand what she meant until I turned to see a boy my age bound and kneeling next to me. Thats when it hit me we were getting married. She made us drink something from a chalice before we were ushered into a different room. We were both untied and left alone. the door locked behind us. The only thing in the room was a bed. The boy introduced himself as damian and said that he wasn't sure why his mother made us get married but that he was going to get some answers. He looked pretty cute when he said that.”

Damian blushed at her compliment.  

“Anyway Talia's explanation was that damian was 16 and for the league that meant he was a man and had to get married. And I had the great honor to be the one he married. I, was pissed. She said that as such a powerful magic user i was worthy to marry the future king of the league of assassins. I was even more pissed. She had the audacity to say that getting married, AT 16, to someone you had never met was a good thing. That little-”

“Alright mari I'll take over.” Damian said resting a hand on her sholder. “Anyway she said that after a year of mari training with the league we could go back to our normal lifes until we turned 18, at which point if we didn't at least move in together they would kill one of us. best mom ever. After that we were left alone to talk. Every day we trained and talked and worked hard. Once a month they would move us to a different compound and give us a huge array of blood tests. We became good friends. it was us against everyone else. Since we were already married we decided to give this whole romantic thing a try. But after six months I was sent to meeting with Talia she said I was going home and knocked me out sending me back to you. I searched and searched but I couldn't find any sign of marinette. so I had to asume Talia killed her. I couldn't think about France without thinking about her so I blocked all news from France. I didn't say anything to anyone for a month. And evrey year for one day I couldn’t speak, the anniversary of the last day I saw her alive.”

“I wasn't dead incase you were wondering.” marinette said picking up where damian left off,” I was sent to the med bay. No one would tell me what was happening or were damian was until Talia came in and said damian had fulfilled his usefulness. she exsplaned The only reason i was there was because damian had spent to much time with his father and had gone soft. The league needed a new heir to the throne. They picked me to be the mother of that heir. I was stuck there for months. I knew they weren't going to let me go. After the baby was born they were going to kill me. One day something big happened, I don't know what but it was big enough no one was watching me. I escaped. I hiched rides to France and snuck across borders. When I finally got back i saw a doctor as soon as I could. I didn't know if the baby was ok. He was born when I was 17.” she turned to the door where a young man stood holdng a toddler who scrambled down and ran over to his parints. “Everyone I would like you to meet Xander Thomas dupan-chang al Ghul Wayne.”

“Damian you have a son.” cass said wide eyed.

“I'm aware” damian said handing the boy his phone with a game already opened up. 

“Xander is my nephew??????” Dick said staring at the boy like he had grown a secend head.

“Yes.” marinette said simply.” It took a year to defeat Paris' villain. After that I moved here to find damian and tell him about Xander.”

“Dang. So you know about Robin then?”

“Yep”

“Why didn't you say anything??? I've known you for over a year and you said nothing????” the betrayed jason said.

“I didn't want to explain anything until I could tell damian. i thought He should be the first to know about his son.”

“We have a break in at gatham museum.” alfered said over the intorcom

“We are not done with this conversation.” Bruce said. 

“Suite up!” called Tim.

“Marinette do you want to come?”

she smiled at her husband “I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

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Cursed Twins (PH/VnC)

Funny thing, when I read both Pandora Hearts and Vanitas no Carte Dominique and Louis make me remember of Oswald and Lacie. And Not only because they look alike.

Also don’t say that Domi doesn’t look like Alice/Lacie or that Louis doesn’t look a little like Oswald

Twins

PH: Considering their age, Lacie and Oswald must have been twins

VNC: Louis and Domi are twins, like it's said by Veronica.

Twins of misfortune. 

VNC: For vampires twins are bad omens. So so Louis has been exiled far away of his family.

PH: Oswald and Lacie must have been too, because of Lacie's statue of child of misfortune.

The Cursed one

PH: Lacie

VNC: Louis

The shady adult

PH: Oswald and Lacie have been raised by a shady guy, Levi. (don't say that he was not shady XD)

VNC: Louis was raised by a shady guy, his own grandfather, who has also took care of Domi when she came.

Experiment

PH: Levi has done a experiment of Lacie, his "kinda" adopted daugther.

VNC: Grandpa De Sade has probably be the one to give his curse to Louis, since Louis has been exiled because he was Domi's twin, not because he was "sick".

Knowledge of fate 

PH: Lacie knew that she was going to die. Who was going to kill her and how she was going to die. And when it was going to happen.

VNC: Louis knew that he was going to die, and what was going to kill him, but he doesn’t know when.

Knowledge of fate II

PH: Oswald knew that Lacie was going to die, and he knows when and how. And he suffered of this thought + the guilt that it was his fault.

VNC: Dominique never guessed that Louis was going to die.

No choice.

PH: Lacie died because she had not the choice. She didn't want to die but nobody left her the choice. (Oswald admits that he thought to let her run away with Jack but he has not did it)

VNC: Louis was condamned, but he chooses to give himself freely to Charlatan for save his loved ones. He didn't want to die and was terrified of it.

Friend

PH: Oswald and Lacie becomes friends with Jack when they were adults. They spent few weeks (months?) together.

VNC:  Louis and Domi become friend with Noe when they were children. Louis and Noe grow up together while Domi visiting them time by time.

Bonus: Bad past for the third guy

PH: Jack had clearly had a horrible past/childhood. Meeting Lacie saved him but also cursed him. Maybe because it was already too late and maybe because she has left him too quickly?

VNC: Until he’s buy by Grandpa de Sade, Noe has not been super happy, he doesn’t remember his blood family, the couple who has adopted him died too soon and he has been sold as slave. Meeting Louis and Domi saved him for sadness and loneliness. It’s thank to them that he has had a happy childhood until "THAT" day.

one of the twins was closer of the third guy while the other twin liked him too.

PH: Lacie <=> Jack <= Oswald  (Jack seemed to like Oswald too)

VNC: Louis< => Noe  <= Domi  (Noe was not aware of her feelings and still not, even if he liked her a lot)

PH: Lacie seemed to have some feelings for Jack at the end.

VNC: Louis and Noe adored each other. Maybe it was deeper than friendship between them but they have never had the opportunity to learn it.

the twins adored each other

PH: Lacie adored Oswald even if they fight sometimes (she had reason to be angered by him I guess) and Oswald loved her deeply. Killing her has destoryed him. She was the cursed child form her birth.

VNC: Domi innocently said that she was jealous of Louis, without knowing the truth. When he was condamned to die and that he couldn't tell her. He never blamed her for his fate. When their place could have been reversed easly. She has been choose by their family, but it could have been him. And then she would have been at his place as ther cursed kid. Louis has been condamned to be the “cursed” child at the exact moment where his father chooses Domi over him.

Telling the truth

PH: Louis wanted to tell Noe the truth about his fate. But he has never had the possibility.

VNC: Lacie chooses to not tell Jack  (oswald chooses it too)

One of the twin die

PH: Lacie dies by the hand of her brother.

VNC: Louis is killed by his own grandfather, in front of his twin and his best friend.

And the friend?

PH: Jack has never seen Lacie dies.

VNC: Noe has seen Louis die and is still traumatized, years later.

Twin’s Guilt

PH: Oswald is broken by guilt.

VNC: Domi has the survivor's guilt, convinced that Noe would have rather have Louis than her. 

Healing for the survivors

PH: Neither Oswald or Jack have healed from this loss. Jack is even become crazier.

VNC: Domi and Noe are still traumatized, but in, different ways. Domi has a very low self-esteem and Noe thought very often to Louis, dreams of him, and become berserk every time he sees Charlatan/Nennia, that he sees as the culprit.

PH: Jack never blamed Oswald for Lacie's death (maybe because he separes Oswald and Glen in two differentes persons in his mind?). 

VNC: Noé and Domi never blamed Grandpa de Sade: They blamed Charlatan.

The two survivors

PH: Jack loved Oswald, maybe in a more genuine and healthy way that he did for Lacie but was never able to realize his real feelings, unable to difference them from his false feelings.

VNC: Noe sees Dominique like his precious friend, likes her deeply, sees her as her best friend and a confient. And he becomes berserk when she is in danger. He’s not aware that she loves him or that she suffers of low self-esteem but she is his best friend and he’s ready to everything for protect her.

After the death

PH: Jack has tried to destroy the world to bring it to Lacie ///// Oswald will try to go in the past for kill Lacie when she was a kid, before they become baskerville//becfore she meets Jack. 

VNC: Noe lives for Louis, even if he misses him, and will protect what Louis loved with his everything he has. Also he wants to avenge him ///// Domi tried to act like her brother during some times and she still very often imagine Louis alive, today, with Noe, like if it was the best world to imagine for Noe. Like if she WAS the one who should have died. Which is very concerning.

Family and Clan

PH: Nobody in the Baskerville clan seemed to realize Oswald's suffering. (Jack didn't seem to realize it neither but seen his mental health, it's not surprising)

VNC: Nobody care about Domi's suffering in De Sade family. and she sees have not a lot of friends excepty Jeanne and Noe (and maybe Marquis Machina  and Lucas).

Curse

PH: We know why Lacie was “cursed” and it was not really a curse at the end.

VNC:  We know that Louis wasn’t cursed from birth, since his family get ride of him because he was Domi’s twin, not because he was sick. He was already cursed when he met Noe, he has been cursed for YEARS, suffering in silence without any help. He lets the curse finally win when he realize that the two persons that he loves the most are in danger.

At the end

PH: The three are dead, with no chance to go in the reincarnation cycle. 

VNC: Noe will survive, since he’s the one to tell this story. We can’t know for Domi for now.

[kaiser-king]

Hazbin Hotel fanfic chapter 2: Making enemies

Here's chapter 2 of the fanfic. Hope you all enjoy it. Once again Spades belongs to @lolalovestruck

It had been about a month since i found myself down in Hell and joined an arms smuggling ring. It was a pretty nice job to land so quickly and it let me get good knowledge of the pentagram's layout. It was basically like a large scale city, just with much higher crime rates than the average.

Along with the new job, Spades, who i had taken to affectionately calling boss, supplied me with new amenities. A proper cell phone in case we needed to contact each other and a good, if a bit scratched up, 1911 pistol. I sat on my bed that whole night watching videos on how to take apart and put together weapons until i could dismantle and reassemble the piece without any difficulty. I also ended up making a machete out of a random chunk of metal and a busted wooden baseball handle simply out of habit.

Work was also pretty easy. It was no different than when i was alive, just instead of peddling drugs it was weapons noe. Any given day I'd deliver a box of revolvers or a gym bag full of Kalashnikovs to anyone with the money to order it, and since i still had some of my old skill with parkour from my life, it wasn't too hard to get back used to the regimen sith how often i made deliveries. I often enjoyed an off hand compliment from spades when she'd bring up how nicely business had been picking up since my arrival, not that they were having trouble, she was happy to see even bigger numbers of deliveries and cash flow. It also helped to keep me focused. It scared me to think i could've been just another bottomfeeder, left behind and struggling in some alley as i fought for food everyday. Now though, i live comfortably with a good job. And it was obvious i was the favorite, so there was no worry that I'd ever be turned on.

Lost in my own musings, i almost missed a phone call from Spades herself. A picture of her sitting at her desk sipping from a mug of coffee as her eyes glanced in my direction. I had taken the picture on a whim, but she liked it so much she went ahead and set it as her new icon for me. I slid my thumb across the phone and answered. "H-hey Boss, need a delivery taken care of?"

Her voice came just a bit staticy before clearing up. "Yes actually, it's one of our regulars. They want some heavier firepower." I could hear her tapping on the keyboard as she checked the info. "Can you deliver a few anti-personel smaws to our regular dead drop on the southside of the pentagram? I hate to dump more work on you but i know you're someone who can get such an important job done."

"Of course boss! You can count on your number 1!" I never liked to disappoint, and having Spades trust me with something that seemed quite important, i was on the rooftops with a gym bag full of rocket launchers in no time. Funnily enough, my apartment was on the way there so i decided to drop by for a mid trip snack. A couple cans of soda and a bite of jerky only took a second to grab, but of course there just had to be a knock at the door. A glance at my watch tpld me i was making good time, so i decided to answer, maybe make a friend who wasn't from work.

I wasn't quite prepared for what i was about to see though, as i opened the door to be met by a tall woman who's neck seemed oddly bent. Her skin quite pale as a head of teeth freshly coated in a crimson shade grinned at me. She was wearing an old rock band shirt that was probably from before i was even alive and a pair of grunge pants. Her voice was a bit rough, like used sandpaper and i couldn't quite place her accent. "Hey neighbor... i uhh, don't do this much but i notice you're either here all day or gone somewhere and i never catch you headed in or out. Would you.. like to hang out for a bit?" She brushed a bit of dark brown hair behind her ear. It was quite obvious she seemed to be the type to keep to herself more often, i decided against my better judgement since i had a good 10 minutes.

I was lead to her room with walls plastered with vintage rock bands and more old school types from well before i could grasp what music was. She just plopped onto her bed and cracked open her own drink. "My name's Tore by the way. I'm a hungry ghost, it's basically a cannibal spirit i guess?" She chuckled a bit as she took a sip, washing the gore from her teeth as she swallowed. "You won't believe my luck today, i found a dead guy with a broken bottle shoved in his face. He was a bit scrawny but tough meat is tasty."

As she talked about my first victim, my hand instinctively covered my eye, which was still intact thankfully, but now sported a scar of three claw marks. Of course it was now hidden under the scrap of cloth i used as a kind of mask, but i could still feel the pain every once in a while, like when you get a lump in your jaw, painful for a bit but easy to forget about afterward. We spent what little time i could spare talming about innocuous everyday things, the way all awkward first meetings go. While she was nice enough, something about her spooked me as she came closer and sniffed my neck. "You smell tasty at least. Everyone else smells like some form of garbage, but you..." she took a deep inhale of my neck. "You smell pleasent."

She didn't notice my reaction thankfully, and the beep of my watch indicated my time was up. "Well, this was quite nice tore, but i have a job to do. I'll catch you later ok?" While she seemed nice enough, i just couldn't stay any longer, and the strangeness of her deep inhale of my scent was rather offputting as i pulled the bag over my shoulder and made my way out the door. Before i left though i was nice enough to leave my number. Maybe she was just one of the weird kids, after all i was pretty strange myself, but it ultimately was the last thing on my mind as i continued with the delivery.

The southside of the Pentagram was one of the more violent areas in Hell. Due to a previous purge that happened before i ended up here, there was a huge turf war going on between a few of the bigger players. Thankfully, as an arms dealer we had no qualms about who owned the place, i just made the deliveries.

The dead drop was a hole in the wall bar called Devil's Drink which specialized in cheaper alcohol and bottomfeeder patrons, but we got plenty of cash using it as a dead drop so Spades had no real qualms with using it.

Something that worried me though, was the fact that a hydra was staring me down with all 10 of his heads. Not a single one took their eyes off me for even a second as I waited for the next 5 minutes and ordered a drink, just as i had been taught to do when dead dropping in any public place. A couple Blue Hawaiians later, 15 minutes had passed, so i stood up and left the delivery underneath the table closest to the bar as was standard. When i had made it to the alley way though, a gruff voice startled me.

"Oi, Rat boy! I got somethin to say to you!" Startled, i turned to see the hydra glaring at me as he followed me out of the bar. Now that i could see him better it was obvious he was well muscled and broad chested, with a military bearing and a look that threatened death. Of course my fight or flight senses kicked in, and i knew this gut would be too much to handle on my own so i ran as fast as i could.

Of course this prompted the hydra to give chase as i turned down different alley ways and back streets to try and escape, but he managed to keep up quite well, never being more than five steps behind me until i ended up cornering myself in a dead end. I turned to face the man who had chased me so far from the bar as each of his heads held a grimace on their face.

"You're pretty quick, but you don't have the stamina or the knowledge to escape me." He grabbed me by the shirt collar and lifted me up against the wall. "I know you're supplying my enemies with weaponry! Tell me who your boss is and we can make this go by so much easier."

"I don't know what you mean, i just deliver the weapons, i don't choose who gets them. If you're in the market for them I'd be happy to direct you to the proper channels." I shuddered in his grip as I feared for my life. It had only been a month and I'd never ran into anyone as scary as this so far.

A wicked grin spread his lips apart revealing his own sharp teeth. "I don't want your weapons. I want you out of business. So tell me who your boss is so i can take care of him. And put you out of a job."

For some reason the first thought in my head was why does everyone have sharp teeth. The second was that i would never betray Spades' trust like that, so i bit his arm, making him drop me as i pulled out my haphazard machete to defend myself. "I'm not gonna give you anything you limp neck dick head!" I wanted to push my advantage and lunge for my foe as he held his bleeding arm, but he was too quick and backhanded me against the wall with his good one. The impact wasn't bone breaking, but i felt all the wind leave my lungs as i hit the wall and then the ground. Left gasping for air, i could only look up to see a bit connect to my face and cause my vision to go blurry as i felt more pain from my ribs as he stomped me into the ground again and again as i struggled to defend myself. A few minutes seemed like hours before he finally stopped and delivered another swift kick to my face.

"Pitiful rat, take that back to your boss. Let him know who he's messing with when he gives weapons to the losing side. Remember the name Kiln when you make another run like this." The hydra, Kiln, laughed as he walked off, leaving me broken in the alleyway.

It took a while, but i managed to pull myself onto my feet, and struggle back to base to report in. Despite the complications, the job was done, and i had to report that to her. So i shambled my way back, machete in hand as i paid no attention to anyone i passed, until i finally made it back. I struggled to slide the keycard as my hands wouldn't stop shaking from the pain i was in. The door opened and i shambled inside, headed straight to Spades' office.

With a knock at the door i could hear her voice had a certain chirp to it when she answered. "Come in! I hope to hear some good news Vik..."

Her chirpy grin immediately dropped when she saw the state I was in. Without a word she stepped up to me and took my chin in her hands. A thumb dragged across my mouth to wipe away the blood, even though more was flowing from my reopened eye scar. Despite her expressionless face, her eyes seemed to stare at me with an acute intensity that even Hell's fire couldn't match. She pulled my face closer and stared into my eyes, and what she said next caused me to shudder as her words were dripping with venom abd unrestrained rage.

"Viktor, who did this to you?"

[asktheswedishdragqueens]

Story Time: Meet the Siblings

Berwald had wanted to thank Mikkel for being the one to step up for the transfusion that time Beck had lost a shit ton of blood during that incident. At the same time, both him and Beck had to babysit their two little sisters Beatrice and Beatrix. They’re only a few years old and Berwald already decided he’d die for them, not just because he’s their older brother.

At the moment, he was at the park with his three siblings, watching them play, despite Beck being way older than the other two. He didn’t even seem to notice someone had recognized him from behind until a hand was placed on his back, which had caused him to jump a mile. Aqua eyes look to see Mikkel standing there and smiling. Huh, he’s not in his doctor uniform. Probably had the day off, like him and Beck.

Instead, the Dane’s wearing a black t-shirt that says I’m the nicest asshole you’ll ever meet in red letters, along with a pair of red jeans, red sneakers, and a red Harry Potter beanie. Pinned to his shirt are two buttons, one of which is a colorful diamond that says Fuck That in black and the other is a purple circle that has a unicorn pusheen on it. Around his right wrist is a few silly bands. On the left are two Alex and Ani bracelets, a Gemini bracelet, and a locket. Berwald couldn’t help but smile a bit at the sight of the outfit.

“I thought that was you,” Mikkel said. “Last time we saw each other, you were wearing drag.” A soft chuckle escaped the Swede. “Yeah, ‘n’ ya were wearin’ a medical uniform.” “Fair point,” Mikkel said. “So, what brings you out here today?” Ber shrugged. “Sisters,” he said, looking over to where Beck was playing with them. Purple eyes follow his gaze to see the three of them. “I thought you only had the one.” Berwald shook his head.

“Two younger than Beck. Still children,” he said. “Beatrice is th’ blonde, Beatrix is th’ redhead. Trice is older by a year.” Mikkel gave him a look. “Parents couldn’t have given them different names instead of similar ones?” A shrug. “Apparently not.” Noe Mikkel’s turn to shrug. “Anywho, I have basically the same reason as you.” The foreign male indicated a separate group of three others, two of which were clearly children while one was a teenager. “My younger siblings. Markus, Matilde, and Hanne.”

The duo got talking for a while, mostly about family and stuff. Turns out that Ber’s father is a psychiatrist and his mom is a barista. Mikkel on the other hand... his dad was abusive towards him and Markus. That was ten years ago, while his mom was pregnant with Matilde and Hanne. She found out and had him thrown in jail for child abuse. But by then, it was too late. The damage to the two was done and Mikkel was left with physical and mental scars while Markus had just mental ones. Then, within the last four years, they were in a car crash that killed their mother and hospitalized Hanne, leaving her with scars on her right arm. Therefore, they had to live with their maternal grandmother for a while.

At least, until Mikkel turned 20. Only then had he gained custody of his younger siblings and moved here, to Sweden all the way from Odense on the Danish island Fyn and gotten a job as a doctor. That was this year that he’d turned 20. So, he’s four years older than Berwald. And he’s Danish, of all things.

“There’s a six year difference between Markus and I,” Mikkel said, “And a four year difference between him, Matilde, and Hanne. The latter two are fraternal twins, you see.” Berwald just stared at him with wide eyes after hearing everything the Dane had told him. This was a lot to take in. Poor Mikkel. He was about to pull Mikkel into a hug when a long haired redhead ran up to the Swede and hugged his leg.

“Storebror, someone pushed me down!” She sobbed. Almost immediately, Berwald got down to her level. “Ye ok?” He asked. Beatrix shook her head, then showed her bloody knee. Without saying anything, Ber looked up at Mikkel. “I have a band-aid,” he sighed and pulled it out of his pocket. Getting to her lever, he opened the band-aid and placed it over the scrape after gently cleaning it with a tissue. All the while Beatrix was staring at the Dane in silence. “There we go,” he said when it was on. Little did they know, one of Mikkel’s sisters had joined them.

“Are you storebror’s boyfriend?” Beatrix asked out of nowhere. That made both older males blush darkly and caused Mikkel to stutter. “Wha- what? No, we just met last week. Why would we start dating already if we barely know each other?” Mikkel asked. Beatrix just smiled and Berwald looked like he might pass out from embarrassment.

[knightcallie]

~Lilliana Ilene, Terry Iceheart~

@littleprincessintraining @historical-trash

They were under the table, blankets covering the top to isolate them from the world. Leo was sleeping on top of Terry’s chest, having tired himself from all the running and flying earlier. Terry had visited the apprentice home for Leo’s annual checkup.

It was quick, the usual things to make sure the toddler was healthy. He and Lilliana haven’t seen him in a while, pulling him under the blanket fort. He couldn’t fully fit, his feet sticking out from under the blankets. The two had laughed at that before asking how he’s been since the last time they saw him in the market.

It was nostalgic, the three excitedly prodding for details and giggling at the old memories. It only seemed yesterday when Lilliana and Atem were pranking Consul Valerius. It only seemed yesterday when Terry fell in a stand of oranges.

It, It went by so fast in all honesty.

When did Terry meet the love of his life? When did Lilliana meet hers? When did Terry start taking care of the baby he fondly called little lion? When did Lilliana start growing up into a wonderful woman?

It seemed so long ago, since they have all first met. It seemed like a blur, meeting everyone and being in this home altogether. Well, almost. Terry had his own home with a bunch of strays. He visited enough, they saw him enough in the market.

But it seemed like forever since they really hung out like this, before Leo was born. Simply just talking about whatever’s happening around Vesuvia, whatever was happening in their private lives. They were growing older, finding time like this with just the three was a bit rare.

Terry had Leo and his new partner Ada, and Lilliana had her shop and the Tennyson twins. He himself had his performances and Nato. This was… This was nice. It’s been a long time since he had a sit down with friends like this, under the table, blanket hiding them from the world.

He remembered the days when he pulled Miklos, Amabil, Cirrina, Keir, Wekesa, Tavi, and many, many more under a table. He remembered the days when they would spend hours upon hours talking about whatever came to mind, any gossip within the caravan.

He remembered them well, remembered the most important and ridiculous ones. Though, the ones close to his heart were ones like this: talking without a care in the world, laughing until their cheeks hurt.

“You should’ve seen the courtiers’ faces! We put stinky buggies in their shoes!” Lilliana giggled, a wide grin on her face.

Terry laughed softly. “I guess should’ve been there then.”

“You should have!” Lilliana turned her head towards him, a wide smile on her face. “Do you remember how bad the stink was? We could barely breathe!”

He joined in the giggling. “Everyone’s faces though! Every time they passed by someone, or even close!” He just burst into laughter, unable to continue.

It seemed her memory reminded her of the comical reactions, though she tried to smother it since Leo was sleeping. Though, he had already begun to stir.

“Baba?” the little boy mumbled.

“Sh, shh it’s ok little lion,” Terry whispered, sitting up. Wrapping his arms around him, he began to bounce the little boy. “We’re sorry for waking you.”

Lilliana sat up as well, looking a bit guilty. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, she held out a hand, to which Leo wrapped a hand around one of her fingers. “I’m sorry, Auntie Lilli didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered, leaning slightly against Terry.

Atem’s laughter died down when Leo woke up, propping himself up on an elbow to watch the two. Lips parting, something seemed familiar about this. Tilting his head, the soft looks on their faces and the drowsy baby reminded him of a quiet moment between parents and child. But something was nagging him… What was it…

Lilliana turned to face him, tilting her head curiously. “Is something wrong Tem?”

Crimson red seemed to bleed into vermillion orange, the soft lavender to stormy blues. His heart lept in his throat, the aura also becoming familiar, calming. It’s been so long since he’s felt something like this. The appearance was quite similar, and the aura was much stronger.

Terry turned to look over too, and that completed the feeling. Appearance wise, it was still the clumsy orange, he was still silly dragon noodle. But aura-wise… he has grown to have a peaceful aura ever since he had Leo, becoming more understanding, patient. Perhaps it was because he became a father, his aura softening.

His heart slowed, pooling with soft tranquility. It’s been so long since he’s felt this, his eyes softening. This reminded him of the times back in the caravan, in Keir and Cirrina’s wagon. They were vastly different in there compared to their appearances in the public. So gentle, quiet in there compared to the loud, lively out there.

Atem’s face suddenly cleared, looking between the two with wide eyes. His entire body sagged, ever so slightly quivering. A single tear escaped his eyes, immediately earning the worry of the two.

“T-Tem,” she gasped, reaching a hand to wipe away the tear. “Are, are you okay?”

Terry’s face softened with worry, smoothing down Leo’s hair. “Tomato, what’s wrong?”

More tears fell from his eyes, trying to search for the rights words. Lips parting, nothing came out, heart jumping into his throat. Swallowing, he ducked his head, wiping at his eyes. What was with him? He shouldn’t get this emotional over something like this, but…

“I…” He swallowed, trying to stop crying. “It’s just…”

Lilliana tugged him closer, cupping his face. She wiped away his tears, meeting his watery eyes. “It’s okay Tem, we’re here.”

Terry scooched a little closer, running a hand through his hair. “It’s okay, take your time,” he gently whispered.

Atem sniffed, slightly laughing at his predicament. “I just…” He twiddled his fingers, rubbed his upper arm, a bit unsure. This seemed familiar, trying to explain why he was crying, why he suddenly became emotional at a time like this. Wiping away any remaining tears, he replied:

“Thank you… Thank you for being home…”

It took a moment, a quiet moment for it to settle in, for the weight to be felt in the heart. The touch softly fell away at the realization, eyes wide with surprise. Lillian was the first to crack, tears welling up in her eyes. She pulled him close, rubbing her nose with his as she cried.

Her hands knotted in the fabric of his shirt, hugging him tight. “Thank you for being home too Tem,” she softly sobbed, burying her face in his chest.

His arms instinctively wrapped his arms around her, squeezing as he buried his nose in her hair. He rocked them slowly, gently. He glanced up to meet Terry’s heterochromatic gaze. His eyes softened, adjusting his hold.

“Thank you for being home too Clumsy.” A slight smile graced his lips as he opened an arm.

A soft huff of a smile left the Dragonborn. “Home is where family is,” he replied, moving to lean into Atem’s hold.

Atem softly laughed. “Yeah…” He leaned against Terry, sagging as his eyes flickered down to the stirring little cub. “Hi Leo baby, did we wake you?”

The ashy blonde boy mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“I don’t think he’ll go back to sleep,” Terry admitted.

Lilliana sniffed, wiping her eyes to look at the little boy properly. “Aw, sorry Leo…”

Terry sighed as she gently brushed away Leo’s locks. “Ah well, it happens.”

Leo sleepily blinked. “Babaaaaaaa,” he whined.

Atem laughed softly. “Sorry baby. Were we too loud?”

Leo pouted. “Baba, Auntie, Tito…” He yawned. “Very loud…”

“This is what happens when you have a home Leo,” Atem grinned. “Are you hungy?” Leo blepped in response, earning chuckles.

“Let’s see what the others made,” Lilliana suggested.

~~~

“Puppy, is there literally only going to be tea at this wedding?” Gabelle snorted in amusement.

“I’m sorry, Lilliana has good blends too. We narrowed down two from Nanay Noe though!” Atem sighed, looking over the possible decorations. “I forgot what the color palette was, oop.” There was a shifting fabrics and clattering of wood.

“Don’t lose all of them!” Gabelle called, nose wrinkling at the strong smell of lavender. “Oh, that’s too much,” they muttered, setting the cup aside.

“I’m not that clumsy!” Atem huffed, sitting on top of the table. “You know I would ask your opinion on the colors.”

They sighed dramatically. “Oh what a shame. If only my expert advice on color harmony also applied to non-living things.” The sunflower-colored specks dilated within the cerulean aura as he laughed, their eyes softening. “It seems to me you’ve found the others?”

As his laughter died down, the specks contracted back to their original size, but still glowing with softer tones. “Yeah, you’ve met them.”

“Have I?” They propped their chin on their hands. “Do tell.”

“You’ve met Toci and Clumsy Orange. They’ve… grown so much since we’ve first met.” His aura became soft. “We’ve come so far and… I just can’t believe it…”

Gabelle smiled, admiring the absolute peace his aura has been in for the last few weeks. “I’m glad you feel that way.” They picked up another cup. “You’re so close though, you’re nearly there.”

Atem huffed. “I figured as much.”

[one-of-us-must-be-crazy]

Okay I gotta cuz I feel like that kinda person right now: Ripules and fetishes go.

WELL THEN.

*pours a whiskey*

Start with the easier one to explain: Samuels doesn’t know shit. Amanda had to corrupt the poor bot (not that he didn’t literally ask her to). He doesn’t have (yet) any specific turn ons. He isn’t even sure he works that way. Thus far he’s controlled all functions himself, nothing really works or doesn’t work on its own. Now, his partner still enjoys trying it; she tries to grind on him when he meant for them to slow dance in their living room; reaches under the covers, grins like a cat, and strokes him.

“I don’t require it,”

“Does it feel good?”

“You don’t have to do anything, if you’d like to start–”

“Does it feel good?”

“….Yes.”

“Then I’m going to keep doing it.” 

Touch is so new to him that he adores it in any form; finds it fascinating that he has a want for touch though he lacks the hormones that drive humans to reproductive actions. There’s very little he doesn’t enjoy, but nothing specific. 

If you asked Amanda, however, what got his gears going, she’d immediately answer “He likes me on top.” 

Only once thus far has he reacted without control, and that was when Ripley struggles to explain with a straight face what she meant when she told him: “If you’re too busy with that stack of data sheets, I will do this myself and not let you join in when you decide to come to bed.” So…So she just…showed him what she meant instead. And did end up letting him join in, about as near to begging as Amanda Ripley would ever allow herself to get.

AS FOR HER….Amanda does not have a thing for androids. NOPE. She doesn’t. She’s half afraid that she does, between her lover and Data, but he just doesn’t count. Neither of them do. Sentience is a pre-req for her to go to bed with anyone, therefore she does not have a robot fetish. NOPE. Dirty talk worked on her when she was a little younger, but her new housemate is so…. Vulgarity doesn’t suit him. He’s naturally a gentleman, with a smoothness–despite the shyness–that she didn’t think he had in him. 

Once at Samuels new job, far from WY and anyone who’s ever worked with synths, there was an office party (he doesn’t get it, he just doesn’t; these are lame obligatory bullshit events and she doesn’t own a dress and you do not want me there I’m going to embarrass you) and Amanda was getting increasingly uncomfortable; both of them were feeling…less than confident since so many there were shocked they were together. She looks young, too hot for him damn. Ripley saw the looks that said clearly what is someone like that doing with a grunt like her? No  last-minute dress and hastily chosen lipstick could hide that. So. Contact. Hand holding so people stopped asking if they were together, and also for comfort. Eyes meeting over glasses, small smiles at various things others said; the two already had a myriad of private jokes, a mostly-shared sense of humor with them. 

Then his arm slips around her waist, she mirrors his action, their backs to the wall, she sneaks in a pinch and he startles. 

“whywouldyoudothathere?”

“You look tense. Want to find an empty office?”

“Yes I’m tense I—what? nO no I do not want to find–”

“OOOOh! Your office. I want to see it.”

“Not now you aren’t.” 

Damn his self control to hell, but a night of subtleties and seeing him in that suit and seeing him behave so human, and then their increased flirting and Amanda…he’s got to know what I’m thinking. On cue he hands her another glass of—-ice water.

“Please, luv, you look like a cat ready to pounce, cool off a little,” a sly glance at those who had been standing near them, assurance no one is looking, then a kiss below her ear and a low voice: “Wait until we get home. I promise I’ll see to it that its worth the wait.”

“You bastard.” the jab earned her another, decidedly chaster kiss on the forehead and a smile that made her unsure if she wanted to tear out his central power cable, or say to hell with the audience and make an effort to get him to the floor. 

Neither was a good choice at the moment. And its not her fault, she rationalizes, not her fault some pervert at WY made a robot that could do what he could do. Not her fault that who or whatever they modeled him after fit her like none of her previous male partners did, like whoever designed him made him for her or very nearly. 

Certainly not her fault that like all other functions, he could keep at it indefinitely if he wished, and as often as he wished, with little to no wait. Or that he had the ability to smile like that, or dance with her like this was eighteen-ninety-fucking-seven and that smooth bastard pulled her close by her hips at the end, very close, too close, enough to feel that he–

“I’m going to void your warranty when we get home,”

“I look forward to it.”

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Am I?”

Cut to now; Ripley kissing him hard against the door of their apartment as he fumbles for the card-key, her hair a mess from having started this in the elevator; not sure how or when they got inside, but at some point he lost his jacket, and her dress is lifted over her head, and why are we in the hallway?

Some part of him was still aware, still knew that this wasn’t quite right, that he should have more control than this, but Ripley had pulled him by the necktie towards their room and the ended up on the hallway table. Or rather, she did. At moments. And she’s always a little vocal, enough that he knows when she’s enjoying his motions, but this is different, she’s vocal on her gasps, on the exhales as moans, even a pleased hum as she bites his shoulder, enough input for him to jolt back to senses, and any more and you’re going to hurt her.

He met her eyes for half a second,

“Harder.”

One wall-lamp loosened, two picture frames on the floor, and three angry shouts from neighbors later, Ripley’s arms are slack around his neck; his still resting at her waist. He’s nearly certain that she’ll have bruises on her hips and backside…and her neck. For obvious reasons, he didn’t care to see bruises on her throat left by an android, even if the android in question was himself, and the bruises were tidy bite marks rather than clumsy chokeholds. 

“That….. happened.” he said.

“Do you want it to happen again?”

“I think I lost control at some point,”

“You didn’t hurt me,” far from it, he thinks, looking at her please smile.

“I could have.”

“You didn’t.” She looks down and notices.

Both of them still have their formal shoes on, and though its been opened, he’s still in his dress shirt too, trousers on the floor.

“I…I’m sorry for the…”

“Ripped-out-of-an-erotic fuck against a wall? Please do not apologize for that.” she says, gently poking his chest as she edges off of the table and to stand on uneasy legs (still in her high-heels) on the floor. Her intention was to help him with his clothes, and a sense of dignity, but maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

“You enjoyed it?”

“Hell yes.”

“….You prefer intercourse…rougher?”

“Mmm sometimes. What did you think?”

“….I liked it.”

“A lack of control is scary…but its also nice sometimes. And I trust that you have some kind of protocol to back off before you actually hurt me. Trust yourself.”

“Everything you’ve been through, and you still trust me?”

“Unconditionally,” she answers without hesitation.  “You want to try this?”

“Anatomically, I don’t think that this would work exactly the same in a reversed position.”

“I meant…do you want me to lead through it? Maybe…maybe in half an hour?”

“……yes.”

“That doesn’t sound very sure.”

“I am very sure, I’m merely unsure over how concerned I should be about the fact that I am.”

Amanda kissed him on the noes, laughing a little how his eyes crossed to focus in on her in confusion when she leaned in.

“You are the sweetest person I’ve ever met,” she took his hands and backed towards their room, a wide smile on her face.

“Half an hour you said?”

So Ripley likes it rough, and ocassionally on a wall. Sometimes. 

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

I just saw your very, very depressing torture headcanon for Horatio. May I have some happy fluff now? Can we please make the boy happy?

Oh my god thank you. I needed this just as much as you.

Horatio has always been notoriously dependable. He’s a good student, keeps his noes clean, stays out of trouble. He’s almost painfully respectable. And he’s perfectly aware of this. Proud of it, even. It takes a lot of intensive work to be non native born scholarship student. It requires a strong moral center and a lack of impulsivity.

Which is what he reminds himself of every time he feels the desire to act stupidly.

It took a lot to get here, you’re an adult, don’t act like a moron.

It’s a mantra he repeats to himself whenever Hamlet casually covers his hand when sitting in the back of their lecture hall and nobody’s looking. Or makes him tea without being asked. Or looks at him Like That from across the table at the dining hall. Or buys him new candles. Or kisses his neck when their alone in the library.

He NEEDS to remember it, because it would be considered wildly inappropriate if he did what he wanted to do when these things happen, which is tackle the prince and shower him with as much love and affection as he could muster.

There was something about Hamlet that made Horatio’s incredibly organized, practical brain just completely short circuite.

Hamlet was privileged and impulsive. He was incredibly intelligent but he lacked a good deal of common sense. Under normal circumstances, Horatio would absolutely loathe him.

But he WAS smart, academically speaking. And he oozed charm. And he was handsome. He was an enigma, nothing like any other person Horatio had ever met. And, as much as he hated to admit it (it sounded so childish…) who didn’t want to be romanced by a prince?

For their first few months of knowing each other, Hamlet and Horatio’s relationship had been almost a novelty. Hamlet was leagues above Horatio, in terms of wealth, status, and looks. And yet for some reason Hamlet liked him, and would actively choose to spend time with him over his other friends.

The practical part of his mind always figured, depressingly, that Hamlet probably considered him a curiosity. A foreign student from another continent. Interesting, but nothing more. Though that didn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat every time the prince ruffled his hair or accidentally brushed their hands together or gazed into his eyes and grinned.

Their relationship had carried on in this odd, limbo like state right up until the week before Hamlet was to return home for the holidays. While he was clearly happy to see his mother and father again, something in his manner suggested an unwillingness to leave. A few days before he left, Hamlet had invited Horatio up to his room, to help with some late term philosophy work. Horatio had agreed.

The two settled down that night in Hamlet’s spacious, luxurious room. While they initially intended to just finish up the work, the conversation soon spiraled into heated philosophical discourse, which only intensified when Hamlet withdrew several bottles of alcohol he’d kept hidden under his bed.

As the night grew later and later and the prince grew more and more intoxicated, he began to periodically switched from legitimate questions about life and the universe to trying as hard as he could to make Horatio laugh (he was good at both, Horatio noted while giggling uncontrollably and the fourth or fifth idiotic pun Hamlet had made that night). At one point, Hamlet jumped up on his bed and started pacing back and forth on it as he made his arguments. Horatio, who at this point felt more riled up and tired and in love than he’d ever had, asked Hamlet…something. From the next morning to ten years down the line, Horatio couldn’t for the life of him remember what he’d asked. Something about life, or maybe death? Whatever it was, Hamlet hadn’t been able to answer it. At first Horatio was almost scared that he’d be angry, but Hamlet just sat on the edge of his bed, brow knitted, moving his mouth but saying nothing. Slowly, his face smoothed out and he began to smile. The smile turned into a grin, and then he began to laugh.

Horatio giggled nervously and looked down. He started as Hamlet’s feet entered his feild of vision. He hadn’t even heard the prince walk over to him. He looked up at Hamlet, who was still laughing. And Hamlet looked at him with something so tender in his eyes that it took physical effort for Horatio to wrap his arms around the prince and kiss him as hard as he could.

‘You’re an adult, you don’t know his true feelings, you worked hard to get here and he could-’ Horatio’s train of thought was swiftly ended as Hamlet knelt down in front of him and took his face in his hands.

Time seemed almost to slow down, and Horatio felt his entire body grow uncomfortably warm. The only thing that felt even remotely cool was Hamlet’s long, slender fingers cupping his cheeks, and he was trying painfully hard not to focus on that, for fear of what he might do or say.

“Sweet Horatio…I wish I could take you with me to Wittenberg. You’re one of the few good people I know who is able to hold a decent conversation. You’re so much better than any of them. So smart and kind…” Hamlet murmured, barley opening his mouth. And yet Horatio heard every word perfectly. He felt as though the entire universe surrounding him had begun to melt away, and there was no college and no country and no social structures and no world and no heaven and no hell. There was only him and Hamlet.

Slowly, without even consciously thinking about it, Horatio moved his face forward and did the most impulsive and stupid thing he’d ever done in his life. He kissed Hamlet.

For one terrifying moment, Hamlet did nothing. He just knelt there, completely frozen. And then, slowly, his lips began to move against Horatio’s, and he could feel time being to move again. He nervously grasped at Hamlet’s shirt with one hand and ran the other through his hair. Hamlet began to rub circles into Horatio’s jaw this his thumbs, and suddenly time began to move to quickly, the world spinning at a dizzying pace. And as Hamlet opened opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against Horatio’s, he knew that god, yes, there absolutely WAS a heaven.

Horatio almost fell on top of Hamlet at that point, and the two made there way over to Hamlets bed, never once letting go of each other.

Horatio had always been practical and dependable. He didn’t break rules and he kept on top of his studies. He was reliable. He refused to act stupidly or impulsively because one stupid mistake can ruin your life, and Horatio had worked hard to get where he was. But. There was something about Hamlet, something wonderful, that made him throw just a little bit of caution to the wind. Because a healthy amount of rule breaking every now and then is fine, right?

[dearlyme]

The first set of maxed characters, in their elements and in order. Bios under the read more of what I’ve learned so far about them from simply playing them. I’m not good at these short bio things. Still so much more to them. I really need to get around to working on their full profiles on my forum. As well as writing their stories. Of what I can do by myself without the other two, anyway.

Gwenyna - Chronomancer - Whispers Creator Gwen is my main and the first I made. I was attracted to the idea of the mesmer, the beauty of the effects, and the ability to help people with portals. I’ve been gaming for 25+ years, but I’ve never seen anything quite like them. Gwen was born, I figure, maybe a year or two before the personal stories started. I’m not sure what she had been doing before joining the Whispers. She’s a most quiet muse and doesn’t pipe up with any information for me about her. I know she had a pod twin, Laerrim, who is also a mesmer. Before PoF, I did the story with her, but it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t her to be charging into battle like that all the time. She’s most at home in the background, working at a desk or coming up with battle plans. 

Arinea - Soulbeast - Affiliated with no organization, seeking to forge her Legend I don’t know her much. Ice and I haven’t worked on Arinea and Valdis much. She is Valdis’ younger sister, trying to follow in her sister’s footsteps. They are both rangers and both have red hair. Arinea’s always had a sort of affinity for Owl, going as far as to tattoo Owl’s likeness on her back. She feels deeply for what the Spirits had done for her people so long ago. Which is about the only thing she feels that much for. Arinea is very coarse, independent, and stubborn. She travels Tyria alone with her owl and snow leopard.

Nyniendha - Reaper - Ex Pact Commander, Priory Archon For her I used the PoF booster and switched over to doing story on her. It was a smart move. She is more fitted to that kind of command and the stress that goes along with it. She’s around 5 in 1325. Also not sure what she had been doing beforehand, but I do know she had a lover who was killed by the Nightmare Court. She then went on to mentor Scylla, a young necromancer who had similar memories of the profession while inside the Dream. Despite Scylla’s cold and stand-offish personality, they became friends and eventually lovers.  Nyn is a very focused sylvari. She joined the battle fairly quickly when the Orders first began joining into the Pact for a final push against Zhaitan. She’s never been one to stand aside and let someone else do something she also could. She works alongside Cursa and whoever Sage picks as their “story commander” to lead everyone else. When she goes off to battle, Scylla stays behind in the Grove, not having a very big adventurous bug. 

Birgaeve - Herald - Affiliated with no organization Bir is a bit younger than Nyniendha. While in the Dream, she was a magnet for the memories of those sylvari who died at the hands of asura experiments, causing Bir to have a high fear for the small race. The nightmares continued for a year after she emerged from the pod, leaving her mind weak and vulnerable. Her mentor at the time kept her in the Grove, afraid of the Nightmare Court getting their hands on her. I’m not sure how her mentor died, but Bir was put into the hands of Noelani, who took her outside the Grove to travel all over Tyria to Bir’s delight. They developed a very close relationship. One of those couples who barely sees anyone else around them except each other. Laerrim used to travel with them until it got awkward and he left for the Vigil and met Neva, but I’ll save his story for when he’s ready. Bir fell into a Mist portal while still traveling with Noe. While Noe was troubled by her companion��s sudden blindness, Bir was not. She keeps the blindfold on to spare Noe having to see the cloudiness. She is the most sylvari of my plants: curious, timid, sweet-natured, and adventurous. She wants to see everything and experience everything.

Valion Farsheos - Daredevil - Whispers Creator Just a common human from Divinity’s Reach. He has one of those always carefree, always joking attitudes that makes everyone around him not take him seriously. Gwen certainly didn’t. The first time they met, she hated him. They parted for a few years, I guess work kept them away, and the next time they met, his hair was down to his shoulders and he had a large feather hat on his head that he swept off in an elegant bow to her. She couldn’t resist, that changed her mind about him. He helps her with her Whispers work, as well as trying to get her out of the headquarters and her face buried in papers to do anything. Even if that means grabbing her physically and forcing her into the sunshine.

Therovin Quickblaze - Tempest - Leader of the Blaze warband Still a work in progress. He has something to do with the Fire Legion, so much that it’s given him a bad reputation with other Charr. Few will trust him. Regardless, he keeps to the Ascalon lands, looking to recruit misunderstood Gladiums such as himself. Morwen has shown interest in him, but he has not shown much interest back. 

Tenya - Berserker - Mentoring under Zii A young asura, not quite 20 in I think the beginning year of 1325. She’s a headstrong and feisty little thing, known to bite if anyone taller than her like, say, a norn, picks her up. She’s very much an asura and prefers to be inside a lab, working on her many inventions. 

Syena - Dragonhunter - Working for Zii Syena was married at a young age to a man she loved. When she was younger, she’d lost her cousin to the Svanir, having gone over to their side out of bitterness of never being as good as Syena in anything. That was one of the stories I had started already, so I’m not sure the outcome of it. I’ll let the story tell me itself. I’m pretty sure her cousin is dead. Her husband joined in the Great Hunt for Issormir while Syena was pregnant with their first child. Unfortunately, since only one person survives and that’s the player Norn, he did not. Syena went to work for Zii, having a fascination with asura for a long time, and wanting to take her mind off the death of her mate. She met a human noble while traveling. Don’t know the details on this other than the ending. They ended up married and Syena brought her daughter to live with them. They also raise two human boys together, the product of some soap-opheraesque plot, but without the drama. I’d prefer not trying to explain it at the moment. Syena is very much the mother of my entire account. When dealing with her two asura co-workers, she’s not afraid to use her size to her advantage. She also gives great bear hugs, not that I think Zii would agree. 

Nicyena - Holosmith - Inquest Engineer My muse had the most fun with this one. I’ve already spoken about Nic a few times so far. I’m not sure her exact age, but as of 1325, she’s in her 40s. She’s the sister to Osin and Velkke. Nic has always been an unsympathetic, hot-headed one. She is the oldest of the three, with Osin coming next. In her childhood, she, like many progeny, was fascinated by the sciences. She had a particular love for making things. Anything. Little gadgets that did nothing but make noise and move to more dangerous things like spitting fire. When she made something new, she’d test it out on her little brother. As they grew older and she continued to target him for her experiments, eventually he fought back. Losing her easy target, Nic moved onto using Velkke for her tests, tattering his ears and his mental security in the process.  From there she apprenticed under her uncle Flynn, who at the time was working for the Inquest after the sylvari experiments had been shut down. That was fine with her. At least in the Inquest, she could continue to experiment and build without restriction. She has a fascination with fusing her fellow asura into golems and just experimenting with adding mechanical parts to living beings in general. She would love to get her hands on her niece, Dahlia, because of Dahlia’s damaged voice box. Could she make it work if she messed around a bit? Whether the younger woman survives the ordeal is of no consequence to Nic. Her favorite threats usually includes her operating table. 

[terriblesportsimagines]

It's cold weather time, you know what that means. Yes, that's right. Stupid cliche fanfiction tropes. Oh no, there is only one bed and it's cold so we have to share it!!! What a situation!!! Hiruma from Eyeshield 21. Headcanons or scenario ok, female pronouns ok. Thank you, ily. 💘

OH NOES WHAT WILL THEY DO?! 

Just gonna say, that I loved this and you can tell, from the length alone since it clocks in at just over 1800 words lmao Cut for length!

PS. Cliche tropes are my jam lol

Hiruma Youichi

“You~ichi,” you complain, shivering like hell.  Youwere seriously underdressed for the current situation, mostly because you’dbeen lied to and manipulated into said situation.  You glared at yourboyfriend, trying to light him on fire with your eyes alone.

Unfortunately, he remained very much unburned.

He also ignored you.  He was dressed properly ina fluffy bomber jacket.  Of course, he’d known you were headed toHokkaido to scout the team you had to play in a few weeks.  Hokkaido inlate October.  He’d told you it was somewhere, maybe in the south,probably as some kind of twisted joke.  He probably wanted to watch yousuffer, because you’d pissed him off last week by choosing not to waitfor him every day after practice in the blistering cold.  Yes, this wasmost definitely punishment.

Thus, all you had was a sweatshirt – a thick one, but still– and he’d forced you to watch the very long, very boring practice ofhis target.  By the end of it, you were pretty sure you couldn’t feel yourface, or your fingers, or anything else for that matter.

“I really, really bloody hate you,” you growled underyour breathe as you followed him, still shivering, into the lobby of the hotelyou were apparently going to stay at.

That too was a surprise, because you were pretty sure hetold you it was just a day trip. 

You expected to be met with blissful heat, but it was nearlyas cold in the lobby as it was outside.  This day just keeps gettingbetter and better, you thought sourly.

The person behind the desk smiled apologetically. “Welcome.  Do you have a reservation?”

Hiruma handed over his id and credit card without aword.  You were left huddling in your sweatshirt while he checked in, atleast until you couldn’t take it any longer.  “Why is it so cold in here?”

The person behind the counter only smiled some more, theirexpression even more apologetic.  “Unfortunately, our heat isbroken.  We are trying to fix it, however, we’re told it could be as lateas tomorrow.

Oh lovely.  You knew better than to complainright here, however.  Hiruma didn’t seem bothered by the revelation, in fact,it looked to you like his teeth flashed in best predatory smile for a splitsecond.  This probably meant he had no intention of even bothering to lookfor another hotel.  Was this another part of his nefarious plot?

He was so infuriating sometimes.  You had a pretty goodhandle on him all considering, but then sometimes he did things like this andyou completely floundered.  It was pretty awful.

Ugh, if he wasn’t… well, Hiruma.

At this point, you didn’t even know what you shouldexpect.  He’d thrown all your expectations out the window anyway, so thereprobably wasn’t much point in having them.  Despite this, however, whenyou followed him into the room and found only a single double bed you just kindof stared.

Now you were starting to think if this wasn’t all someelaborate trap to get you alone together and force you to sleep in onebed.  You never had before.  Whenever it had gotten too late to goback to your home after spending time with him, you usually just slept on thecouch.  He was so touchy about things like personal space and haddrawn very clear boundaries around that part of his life.  You weren’tconcerned, it wasn’t like he left you particularly wanting physically. You just figured it was another one of this trust things.

But now, here you were, in a hotel with no heat and only onebed and you just knew it was a set up.

“Youichi, there’s only one bed,” you state, not because youdon’t know that’s obvious, but because you want to see his reaction.

“Do you think so?” He returned moving into the room to placehis laptop bag on the small table beside the tv stand.  His tone wassnide, but you thought you saw a brief flash of that grin again, anddamn it, if it wasn’t the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

Nevertheless, you rolled your eyes and pulled your purse offto place it on the bed.  “Whatever, I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

He didn’t bother to answer you, which was notsurprising.  He had his laptop out and was already working away, whichmeant he didn’t plan to go anywhere that night.  This in turn made youwonder if he even planned to feed you, and he bloody better, because you’d putup with enough of his shit for the day.

You were still cold, and since he didn’t seem to care atall, you dismissed him.  “I’m going to have a bath, I literally can’tfeel my fingers.”

You were tempted to throw something at his head just to makea point when all he did was hum, but you decided it wasn’t worth it.  Howhe could type so quickly when it was so cold you didn’t know.  You did,however, throw over your shoulder, “There better be food when I’m doneYouichi,” you said in a voice that told him exactly what you were feeling atthat moment.

Not that he needed told.  Despite being weird,half-psychotic, and entirely too selfish, he could read you better than anyoneelse and was pretty in tune with you.  Not that he used the knowledgeoften outside of screwing with you, but still.  You knew very well that heloved you.  The very fact that you were there right now was a testament tothis fact. 

And as much as you were kind of annoyed at him right at thatmoment, you did adore his manic face to bits.

You lingered in the bath, because it was warm and the hotwater went a long way to warming up the small room.  Thus, you were prunyby the time you forced yourself out, after several hot water refreshes. And even then, you really only got out because Hiruma complained through thedoor.  “Fucking food’s here.”

You dressed as fast as you could, hoping to get beneath theblankets on the bed before the cold seeped into your bones once more. 

You didn’t even pause to see what he’d gotten you, yousimply scampered across the thin, garish hotel carpet and dove into the narrowbed.  Hiruma snorted – you couldn’t see him, but you could hear him, andit was enough to have you glaring when you popped back up.  You might haveeven given him a scathing retort, except he was suddenly beside the bed,holding a bowl of what looked and smelled like udon.

Others might have admonished you to be careful, but hewasn’t one to waste words on such things when he knew you to be perfectlycapable of taking care of yourself.  Instead, he waited until you gotyourself sitting up, the blankets creating a nest in your lap, before settingthe bowl of soup there and handing you a pair of chopsticks and a spoon.

You beamed at him, which earned you, at least you thought, aslightly softened look, before he disappeared off back to the table and his ownbowl of noodles.  Luckily, the remote for the tv was in reach so yougrabbed it and turned on the tv.

The room was silent save for the tv as you ate yournoodles.  They warmed you up a bit, but you couldn’t help but feel thecold encroach once more.  Hokkaido in the winter, it wasenough to make you furious all over again.  Fortunately for your boyfriend,you didn’t really have enough energy for fury.

And you were too cold.

When the soup was gone, you pulled the blankets up to yourchin, but that didn’t really help your back and it seemed to you like theblankets were doing very little.  In short, you were miserable.

You did your best to bear with it and seethe in silence, buteventually it got too much for you.  “Youichi.” You stated, loud.

His head rolled towards you, black eyebrow rising. “What.”

“I’m cold, so if you could enact your endgame, I’d reallyappreciate it.”  Your voice was dry and you blinked at him slowly becauseif you moved even a bit, you would start shivering.

The fact that you knew something was up seemed to get tohim.  He stared at you for a moment before clicking his tongue and closinghis laptop.  Your eyes god really wide a second later when he proceeded tostrip himself of most of his clothing.  He’d never been so bare beforeyou, and you were suddenly your thoughts about him being a little shy, werecompletely wrong.  There was nothing shy in him now, nor was there shame,and there was definitely something predatory in his eyes. 

You expected him to be cold when he invaded your space, buthe was the exact opposite somehow.  He was like a furnace and it had yougrumbling incredulously.  “How are you warm?”  There was apart of you that didn’t care that you should be a little more freaked out thanyou were, or that you probably should have made it at least a littledifficult.  You cared about him being a source of warmth and youimmediately searched out that warmth.

Hiruma hissed, but his arms came around you, handsautomatically diving beneath your layers to flatten his palms to yourtorso.  “Your feet are cold,” he sniped, though you were pretty sure youcould feel a grin being pressed against your neck.

“Fuck you,” you replied, hands stuck to his back.  Youalmost wished you weren’t wearing so many layers, but the idea of losing somemade you shiver anew.

He cackled, something wet and hot touching the side of yourneck.  “Kekeke, where did you think this was fucking headed?”

You knew it!  “You had to torture me just to getme into bed?” You cried, tempted to shove him clean off the bed, except he wasdeliciously hot and you weren’t risking the loss.  “I fucking hate you.”

He kept cackling, even as his hands traveled further andfurther up your torso to settle over your bra-clad breasts.  “There’s away you can get really warm, yahahaha.”

“Ugh, so terrible.”  But you were too busy laughing toeven be upset by that point and his long, lithe fingers were already beneathyour bra plucking at your nipples and making you moan.  “Mmn, if you’regoing to keep me warm, just take it off.”

Sharp teeth nipped at your neck.  “Don’t complain.”

You reached up and took his head in your hands and draggedhim up to your mouth.  “I’m going to kill you later,” you mumbled againsthis lips.

“We’ll see~”

[ichoiheedong]

RIDE ME  [BTS JUNGKOOK]pt.13

bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

one | two | three | four |five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten [ eleven | twelve 

"i love you too " you let out softly looking into jungkook eyes lips still swollen , you felt your heart pounding hard as you looked into his eyes jungkook slowly

 leaned more into you brushing his nose with yours before implanting his head into your neck he was feeling happy finally he didn't see fear  any more your eyes were full of love and care in place of fears finally he was in love ..

.-

you opened your eyes slowly next morning ,worried that jungkook could had left

 the early morning without awaking you but as you felt his warm breath on your 

shoulder you grinned turning gently to face him he was sleeping peacefully and you found out it was just 6 am too early for him to wake up so you decided to let him sleep more your hand ran to pat his hair ,you always had a thing for his shiny hair, and you felt him leaning in your touch  as he slowly opened his eyes but you quickly turned to the other side closing your eyes ,you wanted him to sleep more jungkook lazily stretched his arm wrapping it around your waist as he kissed your shoulder gently , softly making his way to your ear you bit your lip trying not to moan feeling his crotch being dug into your back  jungkook continued kissing you as he reached your neck while his hand sneaked to your breast you moaned accidentally when you felt him pressing on your left boob 

"morning love " he let out turning you to lay on your back as he supported his weight using his hand while his other hand was touching your face going down to your belly while he enjoyed planting pepper kisses on your jaw line

"omg!” you gasped felling him pressed on your thigh before his fingers found their way to pull your panties aside

 " i want you so bad y/N” he whispered sexily near your ear as you pressed on his shirt jungkook was making you wet and you whimpered feeling him gently sliding his finger inside of you

 "oh please jungkook !" i like it when you moan my name , please what babe girl 

" i need you please "jungkook kissed you nibbling on your lower lip while working his fingers faster riding you through your coming orgasm as he was planning to built an other one you slowly opened your eyes as you felt your body going numb jungkook was looking at you when your eyes locked and the urgency of kissing him hit you so bad so you wrapped his neck dragging him into a kiss

 as he took of his shirt your fingers were gently trailing his back as you felt his bulge growing more needing to be free soon you helped him to pull off his boxers

 "c'mon jungkook i want to feel you inside of me you let out as he fixed him self on your entrance dragging you along into an other world

 -

don't be late , call me if you needed any thing or just ask Sam to bring it to you jungkook said as he wore his jacket

 "hhhh and what can i need in just few hours jungkook , i will just go to visit my father and then i will come home  " you let out laughing

 ,you liked how much he cared about you how he could think about details he was really one of the greatest men you met

 " please don't work too much " you said zipping his jacket you were standing as he wrapped your waist you felt his hand pressing your back through the thin fabric of your long nightgown

 " gonna wait you y/N he said kissing you gently and left 

-

you showered and wore your clothes to head to the clinic , the driver was there as jungkook said and he took you to see him your father was great as he was sitting on his bed reading a newspaper 

" can't you forget about work just for one day dad " you said shaking your head as you saw him grinning slightly " sweet heart you're here " 

"yeah i came to check you before heading back to the ranch , how are you feeling " 

"i saw a weird dream last night your brows knotted as you came closer to him " about ? "

 i saw my self hugging a little boy  and i was looking at him lovingly i felt like my heart was pounding because of happiness your heart raced remembering that he didn't know yet about jimin

 "yeah dad as you said it's just a dream

 "but i was thinking that he is my son while i don't have one , i think he is my coming grandson he said and you blushed  you didn't think of this before but you having a baby will be something great ..

you spent hours with your father and when time to go back was coming you made it to the outside after talking to him the car  was out of the clinic finally your dad was reading his newspapers again when he heard a slight knock

 "y/N did you forget something "he let out as he looked to the side to identify his visitor when his eyes softened

 " i was sure you will visit me Hae yon " //////

-

jungkook finally quit the office going to the manor it was cold outside and he missed you around it was crazy how much he loved you " Elsa call the other two maids and meet me on my room jungkook ordered as the woman nodded respectfully he wanted to do something  for you he knew right he sucked with this things but he tried to do it any way 

You were happy to reach the ranch before the night came Bel was already there to greet you and you grinned hugely seeing him coming towards you

 "how is your father Mrs jeon i hope he is alright "

"yeah Bel thank you dad is alright now thanks to jimin , where is jungkook?

 he is waiting for you in his office” you chuckled when Bel pointed to the place ,you walked in the hallway remembering the first day you walked in here not sure about what will face you but when you opened the door seeing your husband laying quietly on his leather seat you grinned closing the door carefully not to wake him ,

he was the one who hurts you and healed you , he was the man your heart sneaked out your ribs to be his you walked slowly towards him standing behind his seat and wrapping his shoulders

 "i know you're here y/N since you've stepped in he let out and you chuckled

 "did i wake you up? "

"no i know your scent i can smell you even if you were in a crowded place , you feel different you pressed your hands more squeezing his shoulder

 " i missed you jungkook "

" come here " he said helping you to move so you could sit on his lap

 " how is your dad ;"good he is doing all the doctor instructions which is really weird he chuckled hitting your noes ,and when shall you tell him about jimin i think he needs to know love

 "i know and he already told me weird things i felt like dad really want to have a boy "

“jungkook frowned as he saw your new face expression

" what did he said ?he said he saw a dream of his self holding a baby boy and then he thought it can't happen now so he told me it could be his .. you stopped looking chocked jungkook was waiting for you to tell

"his what 

"it's nothing i .. really not important 

 " y/N tell me you don't have to hide things of me”

 "it's not important he just said it's his grand son you said blushing

 " yeah it could be who knows " you looked up as jungkook comfortably patted your back and arm you didn't answer him  as you enjoyed his touch so you just leaned on and placed your head gently on his shoulder 

-

jimin and his family were already on their rooms his mother was the last to come back and it wasn't that much hard for him to know where she was but for his good luck Suran was there she refused to stay in Seoul when she saw her boyfriend sad jimin was laying on his bed he didn't know how this happened but deep inside him he was feeling happy finally he could call some one dad finally he got a family before he was in fear his dad and his family will reject him because his mom always says he left them but now as he knows who really was his dad , he felt happy even he wanted to be around you a little bit earlier

 "baby Suran whispered laying beside him and placed her soft hand on his shoulder "

"yeah 

 " let's please have dinner you didn't eat well and you need to eat after the surgery the doctor said you need to eat well

 "i'm fine baby i just want to rest "jimin please i'm worried about you let's not argue c'mon you need to eat

 he sighed following her to the other room where the table was full of dishes 

" i know how you feel but i don't want you to be like this i want you to be more happy so why not you don't go talk to mr Park

 "me?? jimin eyes widened

 "yeah just give it a try you don't have to wait more jimin i can't i don't have the good occasion to make this step then let's get married she shouted surprising the man sitting in front of her jimin lips parted as he looked at her

 "you're serious yes!! 

"i hate seeing you like this "

"but it's just a period of time you don't have to say this to help me then regret it Suran sighed " i don't and i will never do and i'm serious jimin let's please do this unless if you don't want us to.. she was cut by his lips as he pressed his body on her his lips swallowing her words 

" i will never say no i was just surprised and touched baby he hissed

 "then it will be the right decision now for us and for you

 "great let's do it then 

-

omg !!! your lips parted and your  breath hitched when you came in your room 

"do you like it ?  jungkook was right behind you

 " i freaking love this well how did you know ? you said touching the roses  and he let out a laugh

 " i know you like them and i wanted to prepare things you like so i asked Elsa's help too to prepare this the room was full of roses and lighted candles

 "c'mon sit down let's have dinner you followed him looking around until your eyes dropped on the dinning table

 "jungkook i didn't know this , i really thought you're so tough but you're always surprising me you said and he chuckled 

" i'm happy you like this to be honest i suck in this kind of things but i'm happy you like this you both had dinner and then jungkook asked you to dance with him you were giggling when you both were trying to choose the music you wanted for the dance and then you just follow his lead swaying your body slowly along with his

 " jungkook"

"yeah " 

i want to tell you something can i ? you said not sure if it's the right time but you didn't want to go back to the same routine again

 " tell me y/N "

 why don't you let me coach again please , i'm dying and you know right the reason why i was here for i feel suffocated far of my word so please don't do this to me 

" but i feel jealous , i don't really want you to be close to my workers "

"c'mon you know they really respect me so please !

 "y/N you're the lady ,you can do whatever you want but don't blame me if you did any kind of mistake " i promise i will do my best

 "alright then can we dance in peace now yeah we can thank you you said kissing his lips slowly ..

.-

jimin and Suran both were already outside when you and jungkook decided to go in a ride too you both headed to the stable holding hands and you helped the horses out the gate jimin took one horse so his girl friend could ride with him and they followed you they were giggling and talking while riding  you heard them and you grinned the only time you did rode a horse with jungkook was after being scolded by him the day you took black, you wanted to try that so bad too  jungkook was in the front he didn't really pay attention to them or to you as he was looking to the both sides guys, we want to tell you something and of course me and suran decided that you will be the first to know jungkook stopped and turned to them

 "what's going on hyung it wasn't hard to guess seeing the way they locked their hands

 "we're getting married " oh really you let out ; congratulation guys  this is the best news for today

 " congratulation hyung jungkook said grinning

 "well we will discuss the details later now me and suran need to tell mom jimin informed you "

"sure go back me and y/N will be back right after you looked surprised jungkook didn't tell you he had a plan for an other ride so you just remained silent 

"ok guys take care then jimin galloped towards the ranch while you followed jungkook "where are we going? "

"c'mon i will show you something you both ran towards his place it was really far from the ranch and you started to get worried but you just followed him you know he knows what to do jungkook started to slow his pace as he reached the river and you were after him looking around

 "waw this is amazing how did you know this place jungkook jumped off his horse  and asked you to jump too it's frozen now but the river is freaking beautiful in spring i will bring you here again when the spring comes

 "but even with all the snow around it's amazing how did you know this place 

" i came here often , i'm so in love with this place because every time i have any problem i really feel safe here you hugged him

 " thank you so much i'm so happy jungkook you're making things better every day  you said looking at him and he smiled you were in love with his smile , so bright and it made him looking like a bun it made him look softer and " i love  your smile

 " you said feeling like  fascinated by him and he responded you by his soft kiss " i really love you too y/N”

 you both stayed there for a while before heading to the ranch jungkook you suddenly stopped as you passed the main door "yes baby "

"do you think jimin will tell dad before his wedding ? you worriedly asked him " i think hyung know what to do so don't worry but we will be around to help him for sure so don't worry about them he was always strong

 " yeah i hope so i really want him to be happy

 "c'mon

 let's go in i have many works to do , the last meeting wasn't going well jungkook said as he passed beside you opening his door and  you suddenly remembered seeing  Ermeland holding the files that day

 "jungkook wait !! 

[sasspotatodoesthings]

Killing Book

Aka, the Death Note movie released this year. Now, I like Death Note (the anime of course). I watched it when I was like 12 or something and it introduced to the world of gory anime. So as you can expect, I was upset at seeing this movie, seeing the wrong things in the trailer and knowing it would be even more wrong in the movie. I was interested though, as one would be interested in watching a kid harmlessly fall so you can snicker at them. I avoided the movie even if I wanted to see the train wreck it was. But tonight, at somewhere around nine pm I decided NO MORE! I shall watch the movie and tell my friend how bad it was. We’ll be calling her Friend. I skype messaged her (i know who uses skype anymore? i do. because im lazy and dont want to change to discord) while watching it. Sadly she left early because she sleeps waaaaay earlier than I do. So at some point I’m just talking to myself. Just to let you know. Enjoy my ramblings.

WARNING: Obviously lots of death is mentioned. Also, if you liked the anime of Death Note, do NOT watched this movie. It’s horrible.

So this was taken directly from skype, with VERY little editing (just small things like personal stuff etc.) and it is rude, crude and not pleasant to look at. I tend to message a lot, in segments and that is was what made this so long. You have been warned.

Me: so I'm finally watching the death note movie Me: and I might rant at you a bit Me: first, its set in Washington in seattle Me: and lights fuckin blond frosted highlights Me: why

Friend: so Friend: 10/10

Me: its the best start a movie could ever have Me: so light is bullied and does homework for other classmates Me: who is this man? this isn't the light I know

Friend: maybe Friend: maybe Friend: just maybe Friend: someone kidnapped him

Me: god and now he likes this fark haired girl Me: dark Me: light loves no one Me: his heart is too icy to love Me: if only he was kidnapped Me: then at least he would break out and kill the person impersonating him

Friend: does he have the death note?

Me: yeah Me: its so different Me: its not the same at all Me: its like they just took the concept and fucked it Me: so the death note looks used even tho I pretty sure it was blank in the anime

Friend: it's for the money

Me: shit dude ryuk is in the house

Friend: is ryuk still cool thougj

Me: and light just fell over and is now running away Me: idk we'll see

Friend: does he still freak out over apples

Me: maybe Me: didn't ryuk show himself in lights room? Me: cause right now he's in school at detention Me: oh ryuk ate the apple

Friend: they met in his room

Me: welp here they met at detention

Friend: also it's to soon for light to know ryuk's obsession with apples

Me: its waaay too soon Me: I'm 10 minutes in Me: light didn't know ryuk for awhile Me: not almost immediately after getting the death note Me: also ryuk is persuading light into using it Me: anime light did not hesitate to kill a motherfuker Me: didn't need a demon to tell him what to do

Friend: wait Friend: what about the chip scene

Me: oh Me: what] Me: the Me: FUCK Me: they've ruined it

Friend: THE CHIP SCENE!?

Me: wasn't it a rule that if you put someone name without a death, theyd die of a heart attack like an hour later Me: well Me: fuck that rule Me: doesn't exist Me: they die by random bullshit means

Friend: WHAT?!?!!?

Me: also Me: no chip scene Me: yet Me: I'm waiting Me: anime light waited until he got home to kill a guy Me: but movie light was still at school and watched him die Me: heres what happened that absolutely gets rid of the heart attack rule Me: so a couple of kids had a basketball and dropped it when a woman's bags of groceries ripped Me: the kid chased after the ball into the street, where a car swerved to miss him Me: another car coming the opposite way swerved to miss the car and hit a parked car Me: a ladder on top of the crashed car got loose and decapitated the guy whose name was written Me: instantly after his name was written Me: wtf happened man

Friend: -.-

Me: also Me: apparently there are rules to the book Me: lemme get to the scene where he looked at them Me: but I know one of them was the holder of the death note can only hold it for 7 days Me: wtf?? Me: in the anime anyone could have for eternity if they wanted Friend: for as long as they lived or until they gave it up Me: atleast his dad is still a cop Me: but his mom is dead??

Friend: dfhnasjkfahdjkasdhf Friend: what

Me: by getting hit by a car by the guy he killed earlier Me: wtffffff Me: okay Me: okay Me: tell me what you get from this, its rule 65 of the book Me: "each page of the note contains the power of the whole note" Me: wtf does that mean?? Me: ooh Me: oooooooh Me: wait Me: is that the thing where you could tear a page out and it would still work? Me: wtf you gotta word it like that man

Friend: it's as bad as tests

Me: okay I got a previous rule wrong Me: it was rule 95 Me: anyone can write names in the note but only the keeper can have it longer than 7 days

Friend: -.- that's still stupid

Me: it is yeah Me: I'm pretty sure a death note was supposed to have one owner Me: I mean once you touched the paper, you were stuck with the powers until you died or gave it up Me: also Me: previous apparently wrote warning ramblings in the book for light to see Me: "don't trust ryuk"

Friend: -.- Friend: no

Me: he also said ryuk weird Me: I say ree-yook Me: he said rye-uhk

Friend: i'm sad Friend: i'm pissed

Me: and that's barely 20 mins in

Friend: need bleach?

Me: still another hour and a half left Me: god Me: 90 more mintes Me: ryuk is creepin in lights closet Me: light is offering an apple Me: ryuk is happy Me: ooh thank god Me: ryuk told light how to pronounce his name Me: I don't think I could live with light always saying his name wrong Me: ryuk looks gross Me: haven't seen him clearly yet tho Me: always in shadows

Friend: ryuk is cool

Me: movie ryuk is pretty chill Me: light has killed again Me: this time the gfather of the guy he killed ealier

Friend: is

Me: oky

Friend: is light killing innocent people

Me: heres how he died because I'm pretty sure light didn't right a death Me: not yet Me: so a couple knocked a salt shaker of a table at a restuarant Me: a waiter trips on it and bumps into the dude who will die Me: the father get knocked forward and stabs himself in the neck with a knife that he had been holding upwarrd Me: he sprays blood all over his guests and dies

Friend: why are the deaths so convoluted

Me: ryuk cackles in the background Me: I have no idea Me: wow steak sounds good right now Me: even tho I guy just died because of some Me: a Me: oops heres dark haired pretty girll in the bakground Me: she talked to light Me: wtf Me: who is this chick Me: she elooks like the next bella swan Me: turner Me: light turner Me: and her name is mia Me: what was the name of the blond girl who loved light?

Friend: yeah

Me: mia was her name? really? Me: she has no idea what a death note is Me: and light is showing it to her

Friend: fucking moron

Me: anime light would never do that Me: mia is laughing at hime Me: shit her name in the anime was misa Me: not mia Me: noe light is killing in front of mia Me: but at least hes using the news like anime light did Me: this movie is horrible

Friend: I wonder how they will ruin L Friend: i might cry at that part

Me: and I will tel you every wrong thing they do Me: so light and mia teamed up

Friend: i know you will

Me: even tho mia doesn't have a death note like anime misa did Me: and light want to kiss her Me: help Me: help Me: oh n Me: they Me: making out Me: I don't want to put skype down Me: hep Me: me

Friend: GET Friend: THE Friend: BLEACH!!!!!!!!!

Me: theyre done Me: no[e Me: not done Me: shit Me: okay Me: wait Me: stop' Me: they keep kissing Me: and its inbwteen scenes Me: so it surpried Me: me

Friend: life has no meaning

Me: okay hang on Me: how did light start getting called kira in the anime Me: didn't the public start calling that?

Friend: yea

Me: well light chose it in the movie Me: hes like Me: I want to be kalled kira Me: and now somehow the whole world knows Me: agh Me: nudity

Friend: >=c

Me: brief, dead women nudity Me: L is helping kira? Me: L informed kira of a club full of baddies

Friend: are you sure that's L

Me: yep Me: subtitles label him as L Me: here lemme send a screen shot Me: there it is Me: proven by the subtitles Me: L is originally from England right? Me: I cant tell if movie L is sitting like anime L

Friend: L is an orphan from England yes

Me: no accent Me: move L is american

Friend: i'm sorry japan

Me: gotta apologise to the mangaka who wrote death note

Friend: who

Me: idk their name

Friend: who the hell made the decision to make them..

Me: I have no idea Me: eath note was done and over years before they made this movie Me: why did they make it now?

Friend: money

Me: fuck the money Me: at least follow the god damn plot

Friend: yeah

Me: they used the right logo for L Me: that's nice Me: to see somethingsimilar Me: ugh Me: L is such a pig in the movie Me: hes got candy everywhere and is eating it messily Me: anime L was careful and deliberate

Friend: yeah

Me: ugh Me: they say "fuck" is this movie too much

Friend: i'm going to bed. you can keep ranting and i will respond tomorrow

After this point, it’s just me ranting so there will be no more Me: going on. Just a series of messages one after the other.

kay okay wait this was funny the movie did a funny so lights dad is meeting L in L's big fancy hideout and lights dad has his hand held out and and ice cream is just silently put in his hand with no information about it no one says a word about it he just holds the ice cream now L is speaking to a million reporters in broad daylight outside and movie L doesn't sit exactly the same as anime L hes in the same pose as anime L but movie L sits on his butt instead of sitting/squatting on his feet in the chair if that makes any sense L is calling out kira on the news ryuk likes L so apparently to kill using the book, you need a name AND a face but I'm pretty sure in the anime you only needed a name and now L isn't even sitting right hes lounging LOUNGING also mia cant see ryuk even tho shes touched the note book all the rules have been tossed out the window mia stole the book and is killing all the investigating agents oh siiit mia didn't do it ryuk did ryuk killed 13 people and now hes telling light to let the note go anime ryuk didn't do this he wanted light to have the note mia wants to kill lights dad so light and L have met in public and they fightin and light is being sooo suspicious they've got the weather in this movie right tho its constantly rainging shit mia told light she loved him and they making out now so if you write a name and burn the page before the person dies, theyre spared. but you can only do this once so many dumb rules  what I don't understand is why they changed misa's name to mia but didn't changed light's misa is a way more normal name than light why change it?? okay now movie L is sitting like in the anime lights dad is beating L down L is threatening light and light is acting as innocent as possible ryuk is meddling in lights plans lemme tell you those plans light write the name of L' assistant, having him find L's name and then tell light but ryuk is there to screw things up oh shit ryuk took the page with L's assisatants name on it so mia betrayed light light wanted to save watari watari is L's assitant but mia and ryuk messed that up ooooh shiiiiit mia did kill all those agents she killed 13 people not ryuk oooh L is angry that watari is dead and mia is trying to kill light hope he kills her instead L is gonna hunt light down L is driving angrily through the streets just rmapgaing dude rampaging now L is chasing light on foot 20 mins left no chip scene (note: really sad there wasn’t any chip scene) L is confrtoning light but light is saved by one of his many admirerers mia is trying to take the book and theyre fighting at the top of a ferris wheel light put mias name in the book she dead the ferris wheel deatached so now its slowly falling ryuk is manipulating the ferris wheel mia is hanging out of the pod thing light dropped her light fell mia died in an explosion of flowers light landed in water the book did too now L' there the page containg lights name is burning and L saw the page buring some old guy just picked up the washed up death note this new guy is carrying on kira's duty while light is in a coma now he's returning the book back to light oh light woke up L knows that mia was involvev involved lights dad knows he knows now light is gonna tell his dad how it works okay wait some exposition is going down and you need to know what is up so mia wrote that light's heart would stop at midnight so to fix that light chose a rapist who had connections to a hospital to save light when he fell in the water, give him cpr and keep light in a medically induced coma hospital guy commits suicide then light writes a pedophile mailman gets the note book on the shore, writes criminals names to keep up the act while light is in a coma, gives the death note back and commits suicide then he writes when mia takes the note book from light, she falls, tears the page with lights name on it that then the page is burned, light lands safely in water and mia dies instantly when she hits the ground L found the page with watari's name and all the agent's names L angry at light hes laughing crazily L looked like he was gonna write light's name but then the credits are going ooh that was interesting they showed behind the scenes stuff while playing the credits but it was done in a way I hadn't seen before they were like flashing it on screen inbetween credits, only a few seconds at a time got to see how they did ryuk which was cool god damnit they never showed if L wrote light's name or not I'm guessing not I waited through 5 mins of creits for thi why so light didn't kill any innocent people huh but mia sure did so my rating is 0/10 this wasn't death note this was like like some knock off version called'killing book' hope your happy that L is alive tho didn't have to kill himself like anime L did unless that was what the end implied hang on imma see if movie L killed himself too well Wikipedia doesn't say anything but we all know how reliable Wikipedia is that was a real joy ride hope you enjoyed my ramblings even thought half of them prob don't make sense