#tango twisted fate

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so about Tango TF & Eve,

“I don’t know how to do the guy part,” TF mumbles, looking down at the slip of paper they’d pulled from the bowl, no doubt rooted in place by memories of having to practice with their cis male classmates.

Typing away on her phone, Evelynn scoffs, waving a hand. “It’s nothing you can’t learn, I’m sure.”

“I’m going to look stupid.”

Evelynn huffs. She flicks her friend on the forehead, getting an indignant “Ow!” from him, giving him a tight smile in return.

“Relax, Toby.” She takes the paper from him, shoving it in her pocket. “I’ll be playing the girl, and everyone’ll be too busy looking at me for them to notice you. You’re gonna be fine.”

He looks at her flatly. “Coach is gonna be looking at me.”

“Uhuh.”

“At both of us, Evie, this is our final grade.”

“And it’ll all be dealt with faster than you can say ‘exodia.’” Evelynn looks up from her scrolling, giving him a decidedly more sincere smile this time. “When have I ever let us down, Toby? Besides, don’t you wanna impress your partner?”

He flushes so red at that. “I— Malcolm’s not even in our class!”

Well, that’s a step-up from his usual ‘he doesn’t like me that way’ BS. Evelynn shrugs, “I’ll get Akali to take a video.”

“She’s just gonna film you,” he says exasperatedly, which— yeah, Evelynn can admit, it does start butterflies in her stomach, but that’s beside the point.

“I’ll tell her not to.”

And Tobias groans. “Like it’s that simple!”

“Stop complaining!” She laughs, shoving her phone in his hands. “Come on, I found the video Coach taught us with. Start watching.”

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You look so good next to me. c.sb

pairing: younger otaku!soobin x noona!reader

summary- Soobin wants to know why you won't take it a step further when he looks so good right next to you(or underneath you), so he invited you over to his place.

warnings: perv!soobin, nicknames, otaku!soobin (he loves anime and kpop so cute), kinda virgin!soobin, tit sucking, cum play and cum eating(if you squint), subby sub soobie he's so cute man, soobin has a big dick bwk, flavoured condoms because wrap it before you tap it, soobin crying a lot, playing with his Gojo Satoru figure(a lil nasty), ummm sex?? yeah they smexx, shiver me timbers!!

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This is Part 2 but you can read it as a stand-alone

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Your lips smacked together as you pulled away from Soobin's heaving stature. His eyes gently opened, finding yours. Chest rising in falling, touching yours. He could see the shine of saliva on your lips, the same on his. A part of his heart flutters whenever he sees himself on you. His mouth stayed agape, waiting for you to say something, but you just gave a cordial smile before saying the usual, "Okay, that's good enough. See you later, Soob."

"You're stopping it so soon..."

His round eyes look down at your smaller figure, lips slanting into an oh-so-familiar pout: his usual demeanor when you halted these makeout sessions. Your hand twitches slightly, wanting to caress his face and wipe that pout off, but you don't. Instead, you feign a nonchalant shrug before waving him goodbye.

Ever since that fateful night of Seven Minutes in Heaven(which were definitely not seven minutes), you seemed to have found interest in Soobin's company, indulging in a kiss or two and even some tongue tango if he played his cards right- that meaning him being an obedient good boy.

Soobin didn't seem to mind you fondling him every now and then, in fact, the thought he leveled up a notch when you didn't kill him after he pushed himself on you that drinking night. He was ecstatic to know you wanted to continue something with him. Yet, the whispers in the crowds tainted his mind. Yes, you were very popular, he knew it, and everyone knew it. With this popularity came the endless line of men (mostly douchebags, Soobin likes to think) who string behind you like desperate puppies, waiting for attention. They want to kiss you, they want to sleep with you, they want you.

He doesn't understand why a woman like you, who can probably get any guy she wants at the brink of her feet, wants him. Boring ol' Choi Soobin. And if you do want him, which seems evident enough, why do your hands linger a few moments on his chest before pulling your lips back and creating an arm-long distance between the two of you?

He knows how it goes, pretty girls like you make out and then you elude to wanting sex. So why exactly are you not following through?

The familiar shadow of what if lurks in. He is a man who recognizes his characteristics and is very capable of believing that you are simply too good for him.

Is that why you don't want to make love with him? Soobin wonders if you even call it making love, is there any love in there? It's just all meaningless sex to you, he thinks. In his twisted sense of reality, Soobin still wants you to have sex with him- even if it will mean a lot more to him than it will ever to you.

Which is why Soobin now finds himself shoving some food wrappers into the trashbin in his room. He is not a particularly dirty man (at least his room isn't) but he prays that it is clean enough for your liking. His heart thumps lowly, excitement trudging at the edge- he has never brought a girl over to his shared apartment with Beomgyu

He clicks his phone open, fingers tracing the Kakaotalk app to see if you've messaged him about your arrival, instead, he receives messages from his roommate.

Gyutari_beom hyung whens noona coming, imma be back late so that I don't hear all that nasty work🤞 Gojoluvr300 Man stfu, wdym nasty work?? Also idk when she's coming tbh... she just nodded when I invited her over...she should be here? What if she was just kidding and she never shows up? Gyutari_beom chill soobin hyung, always overthinking smh🤦🏻 Also saw noona and jia noona in the cafeteria today, they were talking something about "what a guy would like on her" a sign perchance🍀‼️ Gojoluvr300 man fr? i hope so... Gyutari_beom anyway use protection stay sexy!!! Gojoluvr300 ??? i'm a child of god.

The sound of the doorbell ringing alerted him, his head rising up from his phone screen. He rushed to open the door and there you were. Your stance was lax, fleeting tapping on the faux grass doormat, a little impatient but Soobin never minded.

You had a mini jean skirt and as Soobin's gaze steered above he saw the top you were wearing, a baby pink long-sleeve with a sweetheart collar. His vision lingered there, two small pebbles of indentations poking through the thin material of your top. He gulped, eyes flickering away to the side.

"So will you invite me in or we're gonna chit chat in the doorway, Binnie? It's freezing out here!"

"I-yeah, sorry, come in please." You tilt your head knowingly as you bend down to take your furry boots off. Your eyes never leave him as your fingers fiddle with the boots before pushing them off. Your cleavage is out for display, he can see the dip of your breasts, pink fabric covering right before it reveals a little too much. You did not seem to mind Soobin's eyes on you, smiling from his boyish reaction.

"A-are you cold? Do you want a jacket?"

"Hm, you tell me. Do you want me to wear a jacket?"

"I-...If you're chilly..."

"Well, we have plenty of time to warm me up, don't we?"

"Yes!", he yells back a little too enthusiastically, earning a chuckle from you. He's been keeping track of what makes you laugh these days, trying his best to yield one out of you- a little secret treat only he knows about.

Without waiting for the tall man to lead the way, you trace your fingers on the wall as you begin looking around his apartment. A very simple apartment, nothing too crazy, just like how you had expected. A big couch, a TV, a PS5 lying casually on the center table. As you enter his room, your head tilts in ponder.

You look back up at him, "Didn't know you liked anime." gesturing to the wall littered with various posters, from shounen to shoujo anime. You even spot a few K-pop group albums cluttered on his bookshelf, lying next to the many mangas and anime figurines.

"Y-yeah.. D-do you? I mean it's cool if you don't like it. Should I take these off?"

"I like anime too."

"WHAT?!- I mean oh wow that is very interesting, Noona."

"Aw Soobie, you big goof. You're such a geek, you know?"

"No I'm not! I just really happen to like something, I don't think that's wrong, I also like Kara a lot. Noona do you know about Kara? it's a girl group and they debuted with a song called 'Break It'-"

You grab a Gojo Satoru figurine from the nearby shelf, Soobin nearly shrieks but you give him a hard eye. The head of the figurine is jabbed into the centre of his chest. "Ah, Noona what're you..?"

"Keep talking, tell me about your nerdy shit, go on. You're such a talker, aren't you? Go on then."

The white-haired figurine sends small sharp jabs as it gets dragged down from the top of his chest, being swirled around his clothed nipples. Soobin's breathing deepens, the figure in your hand twisting his plain white T-shirt, bunching it up, leaving his waist exposed. "M-m-my bias is G-gyuri from t-the group, she had blond-d-de hair and and and nghh... Noona.."

Your eyes darken upon seeing free skin, soft and white, the abs you have grown familiar to touch as you please. "Hm? You like this Gyuri girl? huh? She's pretty? Is she?"

"Y-yes..", he stutters over his words before understanding your salty expression, "You're prettiest to me Noona...yes, you you you!!"

You smile coyly, Soobin knew what you wanted to hear and he'd say every word of it so that you kept playing with him. "And I like this anime... It's called Jujutsu Kaisen.. ugh! Noona f-fuck!"

The point plastic head hits his clothed crotch, moving in circles as you feel the area growing bigger and bigger. Your lips salivate from the very thought of his cock. "Yeah? You freak. Having a literal plastic toy pleasure you?"

"Ngh- yeah, I'm a freak, Noona. I'm sorry I'm sorry."

Oh? So he was into this name-calling as much as you were? You push him onto the bed, not before carefully putting the figurine back on the shelf. There laid Soobin, abs clenching as his mouth parted, bunny teeth out on display. His bedsheet was filled with cartoon characters, strongly contrasting with Soobin's red, erotic expression. You got on all fours, inching closer to him like a predator does its prey. Your hips bounce as you pounce on him, his bigger frame being covered only halfway by your body. He groans, rolling his eyes back before licking his lips. You sit on his lap as he remains lying on the bed, pretty eyes searching for what to do next.

You take his arms in one hand, holding it down between your parted legs, and you begin straddling him. "You like that Soobie? My binnie? Oh yeah, look at you, squirming when I've barely touched you."

"Noona you get me so hard, oh-oh~ shit I'll do anything you tell me to just keep going like that you're so perfect, Noona."

Before he knows it, his pants are coming off and so are his boxers. He thinks you're a little faster than you usually go but of course, he doesn't mind. His bare cock springs out, half hard yet still packing in the length of seven and a half inches. You cannot help but wish to see it fully hard again.

The red tip of his cock is shiny, glistening with watery precum that touches his abdomen. You bring your legs around his waist again, sitting right on top of his cock, your clothed pussy touching his warm skin. The jean skirt rides up to the top of your thighs, exposing the thong you are wearing. Soobin tries his earnest to lift his head up to catch a peek but your hands put him down, positioning yourself to be sturdy on him.

You keep rocking your hips back and forth causing him to release muffled moans, like he is trying to stop himself from fully giving into you just yet. Soobin can see the large expanse of your breasts as they jiggle with your moving hips. Your nipples are completely hard now and strain tightly against the thin cloth. They are so round and soft and he just wants to reach out and grab one, though he won't do it.

He knows the repercussions for touching you without your permission.

Your pace increases, biting your lips as you await for his climax to emerge but you stopped by a whining Soobin. "Ngh, no. NO! p-please I wanna take it slow...Noona. Don't wanna cum like this again."

You raise your brows, hips slowing down but they still rock against his hard cock, "Hm? What do you want then?"

He gulps, pursing his lips, and looking to the side, you make out a faint glow of red- something you always loved seeing on his face. "Wanna cum somewhere else...you know.."

"My tits? Sure. You look cute today so I might just let you."

"I mean, somewhere else!"

You look at him deadpanned, what the hell was this kid talking about?

"Ugh, god, inside, Noona. Inside! Inside you."

Your mouth opens agape, this is new. Soobin had never mentioned in the last month of your guys' kindling that he wanted to do anything beyond making out. You had always assumed the poor guy was a virgin, people like him tend to cherish their first time. Why would he want to do it with you? You guys are not even dating.

Your movements come to a halt, a serious expression on your face. "Aren't ya a virgin? Listen I don't wanna be responsible for being too much on you or giving you a bad time, alright?"

"But I wanna do it with you Noona! and...I'm not a virgin! I've had sex before." Your eyes narrow, he continues. "In sophomore of high school...with a girl who was my lab partner."

Pfft. Sophomore year? in HIGHSCHOOL? this man was practically a virgin. Images of Soobin fucking a faceless girl crashes in your mind, you cannot explain why but it leaves a bitter taste. Something about it is just not right, something about Soobin with anyone else is not right- even though it was years before you two had even met.

A scowl forms on your face before you even know it.

"You really wanna do it with me, Soobie?"

"Yes, just you." Oh wow. A sense of nervousness settles in, something you have not experienced with your previous sexual partners. Your body grows warm, lust filling in your desire. Fuck, if Soobin wanted you, who were you to stop him?

You get off of him, taking his hands in yours, pulling him to sit right up. You guide his hands to the hem of your top, he takes the cue and starts slowly pulling it off of you. The fabric brushes against your hard nipples. "Ah~ fuck. Good boy, always so eager."

Encouraged, Soobin takes it off, revealing your free breasts, they bounce a little as the top comes off. His neck moves forward, almost giving into his desires but he pauses, looking up at you. His mouth is parted open, pink tongue waiting to dart out. "Suck."

Your fingers interlace with his black hair, and you push him into the valley of your breasts. The soft fat cushions his face, Soobin would die here if he could. He begins kitten-licking the sides of your breasts before latching onto one nipple. The big black pupils of his stare back at you as he continues sucking. You make sure to notice this subtle change of making eye contact with you, previously it was only you doing the staring.

He's a fast learner, you think and smile. His sucking becomes harsher, desperate even and you see his hips mindlessly thrusting into mid-air.

"Fuck, baby, doing so good. You like sucking my tit's, yeah? fffuckkk. What a nice geek you are, Binnie."

As if agreeing with you, his head nods up and down while he continues his mouthwork. His hands roam around your body, pressing and pulling your skin. His hands reach the side of your hips, his fingers gingerly tracing the stretchmarks scattered on your skin

Your brows furrow, no guy has ever done this. Usually, they avoid it, focusing on your other assets. Your heart beats faster, and Soobin's hand kneads into your soft flesh.

His lips leave with a pop sound, two strings of saliva attached from your hard nipples to his shiny lips. "Was it good, Noona?"

You pat his head, scratching the nape of his neck as he closes his eyes, leaning his head onto your chest. "Really good. Almost too good. What other girl's tits have you been sucking, huh?"

"No, I would never. I never have, I've only done it with you.."

"So you've fucked another girl but only sucked my tits..not even fair.''

He looks down in shame," Let me make you feel good down there too, Noona", he suggests.

"Hm. Maybe another time." Another time, there will an another time? Soobin giddies up in excitement. He looks at you expectantly on what to do next.

"Where do you keep your condoms? Actually, scratch that. Do you even have condoms?"

"I do...they're kinda old though. Yeonjun hyung gave it to me as a birthday gift." You snort, of course, he did.

"Get 'em." He's on his feet, walking around his room to his desk drawer. He pulls out a cute pink box, takes a packet in hand, and hands it over to you. You flip the packet around, "Strawberry-flavoured condoms? seriously?"

"This is all I have...Do you want me to go to the pharmacy real quick and get a normal box?"

"Oh, Choi Soobin, today must be your lucky day because I have to like strawberry-flavoured things." You wink at him. He smiles back before getting on the bed. You get on your knees, stocking his cock a few times to get it hard again. Unsurprisingly, it's flaccidity is gone in no time, the hard cock stretching in your hand as you look at it with hunger. You have half a mind to stick it in your mouth and fuck him just like that but you resist.

You put the condom on with ease and he can't help but wonder how many guys you've done this with in the past. But, he won't ask now, he knows better than to start something that will ultimately upset him.

For the second time that day, you push him onto his bed. His cock stands erect. You slide your thong to the side, holding his cock to your entrance. It's so big, you have a hard time tapping it right wear your juices are. "Noona if you're not too wet, it can hurt...I don't want you to get hurt."

"Silly boy, look me, hm? You think I'm not wet enough?" Two pointy fingers dart inside you, coming out with a wet plop, when you part the fingers a thick translucent liquid strings out. Soobin feels himself get even harder. You were so hot, the thong slid to the side, a sheen on your pussy as you put it to display for him. Your fingers are placed on either side of your entrance before you part your folds.

"Shit, Noona you look so sexy, fuck Noona wanna taste you so badly. I'll be good I promise."

You quickly prod the two fingers into his mouth, fucking into his tongue, mixing it with his saliva. His tongue eagerly sucks your fingers. Soobin doesn't care that your pointy nails hurt a little down his throat, he just wants to taste you and submit to you.

As your fingers work in his mouth, you finally sit back down on him, and his cock enters you. It is definitely quite a stretch, making you arch your back. Your tits jiggle as your free hand presses down on his chest for balance. You get back up, much to his dismay before harshly sitting right onto his cock, the whole delicious length entering you with a swift motion. "AH! ugh fuck yes, so big so big, shit, Soobie, you big freak. Should've fucked you much sooner."

His cock brings a slightly uncomfortable stretch, something you are not used to but shamelessly find hot. There is a burn in your lower stomach from his length but it fills you in perfectly. You begin moving slowly, keeping in mind not to overwhelm the younger boy. You can hear his erotic moans, whimpering stretching into broken cries as you increase your pace.

Your tits bounce wildly as you keep fucking on top of him, you bring a hand to his hair, pulling on it. The harsh tugging gets him to moan even more. His needy voice ricochets off the walls, you can hear him all around you and it has never felt any better. Your pussy engulfs with a type of warmth Soobin has long forgotten the feeling of, it's addicting even. It's so warm and gummy and soft- Soobin would religiously make love to you every day if he could.

"Your pussy's so perfect, Noona. I love it, I love it. I love making love with you." You internally flinch a little with his choice of words. Is that what it was to him, making love? Your body grows even warmer with his words. He gets up, hand on your hips and he begins slowly fucking into you, amidst you bouncing on him yourself. With your permission, his mouth lands on your tits again, he'll get scolded by you later. For now, he just wants his Noona to feel as good as he is.

The entire world seems to have paused, Soobin doesn't care if his neighbours hear him, he has tunnel vision when it comes to you. He can only and only think of your beautiful face and how crazy good you're making him feel.

It is only a few minutes later that his hips begin to stutter and you know he is finally going to cum, you fasten your pace further, sending him into an overdrive. With his own sloppy thrusts, he climaxes, cumming hard. "Agh~ Noona, Noona, Noona. I l-l-ove y-y- it. I love it." tears begin rolling down violently from his eyes, falling on your neck and chest.

"Yes, yes yes. So good for me. What a nice cock, fucking into me so good. My beautiful boy."

Fat tears stain his pale face, and without thinking much you start wiping them off. You kiss the sides of his face, from his jaw to his cheekbones to his nose and finally land on his lips. The kiss tastes salty and you feel more connected to him.

He pants, trying to calm his beating heart. You both stay there for a couple of minutes. His head falls on your shoulder, and you feel the sweat on his forehead and his long lashes tickling you, they were also a little wet from the crying.

Slowly, you get off of him, taking his now flaccid penis out of you. He hisses a little, the sensation being a bit too much. You get a sudden wave of horniness from his expression: fucked out, teary-eyed.

You peel the condom off of him. "Noona, I'll discard it myself, please give it to me."

"Hold on, I wanna try something."

You take his whole cock, flaccid as it is into your mouth. The tinge of strawberry with his salty cum mix together, forming an interesting flavour(you won't mind trying this again)

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm sensitive, please."

"I wasn't lying when I said I liked strawberry flavour." You lick his cock dry from all the cum. And if that wasn't enough, you put a hand around his neck, pulling him on top of you as you guys begin kissing again. The kiss is messy but slow, Soobin tries to put his tongue inside of yours but you're faster, entering your tongue in his mouth instead.

You finally pull away, giving a last-ending smooch on his lips before sitting up. "I better get going now. Where is your bathroom?"

Soobin stays quiet for a few beats before pointing towards his door. "It's right outside the door." His eyes are downcast and even though you take notice of it, you don't say anything. You are back roughly ten minutes later, your clothes on, they have small stains here and there and you hope that no one notices them on your commute back home. You see Soobin unfolding a thick duvet, his bedsheets have also been changed. Quick and efficient? He seems to be a clean man, you observe. His face looks clean now, hair a little wet from washing it.

"Okay so, I'll see myself out then. Catch you later, Soobin." You bite your lips as you look away from him, hands holding each other in awkwardness. It was usually so easy for you to leave after a hookup but it just didn't feel right to get out right away. Nonetheless, you persisted. You do not wait for Soobin's response, turning around to his hallway.

"Wait-! Um, your clothes...they're dirty."

"Yeah, and who's fault is that genius? I'll be fine it's a bus ride home anyway."

"Let me...just lemme give you a change of clothes at least?"

You stay quiet. "Please. Don't want others to see you like that, Noona."

"Sure, I guess."

You sit on the edge of his bed, looking around his room again. You've known changed into a pair of Soobin's clothes: A black T-shirt and some shorts. They fit really big on you but the material is comfortable, it makes you feel warm. Soobin insisted on making you something hot to drink since going out in Winter right after 'copulating' is bad for the body (his words not yours.)

"Why is he doing all of this extra shit?", you ponder internally.

you hear his footsteps come closer, the drink is probably made. After you drink this, you'll go, you won't stay...

"Here you go, Noona. I know you don't like your drinks to be too sweet so I added less honey." You smile and take it from him.

"I-i just happened to remember your usual drink orders, nothing much..haha."

Your nose crinkles as you release a hearty laugh. "You cute little thing, Soobie."

"Um..actually, can you just stay? Like it's really cold outside and It'll probably start snowing soon, you know.. just stay back."

"I-um. Yeah, no. I should probably go."

"I'm serious, Noona. I want you to stay. Please? My duvet is really warm trust me. Like it feels sooooo good." he stretches his hand to emphasize the degree of "good" his duvet feels. You can't help but smile at his adorable expression. He looks so serious yet so cute.

He sets the drink from your hand onto his desk. Without saying anything he drapes you with the thick duvet, it has the same white-haired character from before. He was not lying when he said the duvet was warm, it was fluffy even. He climbs into the duvet, cold hand touching your now warm hands.

"Hey, you're cold, you know?"

"Make me warm, Noona.", he purrs out lovingly as he rests his head on your chest, your breasts acting like a cushion for him. You want to protest but give into his rather unusual charm. You pull the duvet over your head, completely covering you both. Your hand finds itself around his figure, hugging him closer. His cold hand turns warmed, your limbs tangled together. You just let yourself go, finally falling into him, his embrace.

Your mind drifts off and before you both know it sleep takes over, cradling the two love birds into the land of dreams.

An hour later Beomgyu comes in, creaking the door open slightly, eyes peaking in to see two figures fast asleep. He chuckles, not before snapping a couple of pictures on his phone. "So much for being a child of god", he mumbles before walking away.

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a/n: unedited. i'm tired. also was the smut good? I've been writing for 48 hours straight so Idk. also part 3 maybe?? who knows. @youmistme for taglist

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[moonlilith]

Lunar Tears, three

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“The moon illuminated the area with its faint light, a quiet testament to their entwined fates. With a secret weighing heavily on her, she stood before Alucard, her heart a battleground of want and terror. Torn between love and sorrow that reverberated for eons, she looked into his eyes for clarification and forgiveness. However, the past hovered between them like a ghost, threatening to devour their brittle optimism.”

(Or, in addition to the initial trio, the prophecy has one additional fated hero. You are that hero. A saintess that the Church is pursuing.)

pairing: alucard (castlevania) x (f) reader // alucard (castlevania) x (f) oc

genre: angst, romance, slow burn,

a/n : i decided to use “you” as more general but “you” have a woman figure. I tried to make it seems like an alucard x reader as possible. However the reader insert has a set personality and powers. to answer any questions; it was meant to be a reader story but personally i hate the usage of y/n. The more i write y/n the more it becomes a name itself.

𐦍  Chapters: check masterlist  ☾  Check AO3

Chapter Three: Mirrored Fates

The clearing turned into a chaotic whirlpool. Wild and emaciated creatures with eyes blazing with predatory desire sprang from the darkness. In a blur of movement, Alucard reacted to their assaults with lethal elegance, his sword gleaming silver in the moonlight. With a thunderclap of his whip, Trevor caught a massive beast and pulled it away from Sypha. With magical energy burning in her hands, Sypha let forth a torrent of flames that destroyed any creature that ventured too near.

But your eyesight blurred as you swayed. Your strength was drained by the curse and the overexertion from facing Bishop Valen, running from the night creatures and now, another round with the same night creatures. The tiny but mighty dagger that you had was lost after the Trevor guy whipped it away. You curse your horrible luck. You couldn't engage in direct combat like they did. You could not, however, simply stand there defenceless.

You closed your eyes and concentrated on the fading, smoky embers of lunar energy inside of you. You visualized a wall of moonlight and a shimmering barrier, and then, with a burst of willpower, you created the energy. “Please don’t embarrass me moonlight,” you muttered under your breath. 

A beast pounced at Trevor, its claws dripping with ichor. A shimmering, semi-transparent shield appeared before its claws could touch him, repelling the assault with a dull thud. The creature flinched, its confused eyes wide. Trevor hardly glanced at the shield before turning his focus to another beast, a glimmer of astonishment visible in his eyes.

With a pack of animals around her and her face twisted from concentration, Sypha was fighting to keep her shields up. Your brow furrowed as you focused, and a sphere of glistening light surrounded her. The snarls of the beasts became irritated growls as their claws scraped futilely against the barrier. With a brief respite, Sypha let forth a torrent of fire, sending the creatures exploding in flames.

With a controlled aggression, Alucard danced in a deadly tango with a particularly nimble monster. You saw a momentary gap, a lapse in the creature's defences. You held out your hand, a tiny, focused sphere of lunar light forming in your hand. By flicking your wrist, the orb sped in the direction of the creature's eyes, blinding it with a white light. Taking advantage of the situation, Alucard slashed the beast's chest with his sword, causing it to dissolve into a cloud of ash.

You went on, breathing shallowly and moving deliberately. A dazzling flash of light when required, a protecting dome here, a shimmering wall there. You served as a silent protector and a delicate force barrier to keep the approaching darkness at bay.  

Alucard's strikes sharpened with determination, Trevor's whip flicked with deadly precision, and Sypha's flames roared with devastating power. The creatures, battered by the relentless barrage and your ethereal shields, began to falter, their bodies crumbling into dust and shadow.

The last creature fell with a thud, its menacing growl fading into the night. The clearing was shrouded in silence, the air heavy with the afterglow of magic. 

Trevor wiped a patch of grime from his face and stared at you with narrowed eyes. He whispered, "Those… shields," pointing to the shimmering remnants of your power. "You made those? Moonbeam, you're more than just a sparkler, aren't you?”

You rolled your eyes, a glimmer of irritation briefly taking precedence over your fatigue. You shot back, your voice tinged with a fatigue that verged on frustration. "Yes, Trevor, I created them," you said. "And I'm not 'sparkles and shine.' I'm trying to keep us all alive."

Sypha's eyes glowed warmly as she smiled at you. "You were incredible," she said in a tone full of sincere appreciation. You gave her a tiny, sincere grin as a quiet token of appreciation for the help.  "Thank you, Sypha."

Alucard nodded slowly and thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on yours. He said, "Your abilities are… impressive," with a rich, melodious echo in his voice.

A glimpse of something unreadable flickered between you as you locked eyes with him.  You said, "Thank you, Alucard," in a quieter tone. You experienced a peculiar mixture of relief and lingering discomfort. Even though you had demonstrated your talent, the curse's depleting effects persisted, serving as a continual reminder of your weakness.  

You attempted to ignore the slight pain in your limbs as you turned your head away from him and towards the now-quiet woodland. You broke the momentary pause by asking, "Well, what now? Do we just stand here, waiting for more of those things to show up?"

"We can't linger," Trevor stated in a sharp tone, cutting the lingering tension. “Those night creatures will be back and we can’t be sure Dracula’s underlings aren't watching us.”

Sypha gave a nod of consent. "We should find a safer place to rest and tend to our wounds." Her face seemed worried as she looked at you. "Especially yours."

Alucard stared at the treeline for a minute without saying anything. When he eventually said, "There's an old abandoned monastery to the north," "It's been deserted for centuries, but it should provide shelter."

"A monastery?" Trevor snorted. "Sounds cheery."

"It's the best option we have," Alucard stated firmly. "It's secluded, defensible, and far from any populated areas. We need to rest before we can venture."

With a clap of his hands, Trevor declared, "Okay, north it is." Let's get moving before our uninvited guests decide to pay us another visit."

The four of you leave the clearing behind and head into the darkness, Alucard at the head of the way. The only sound in the forest was the rustle of leaves underfoot. You all strolled in silence, absorbed in your thoughts.

You were curious about what was waiting for you at the monastery. More peril? More conflicts? Or maybe a peaceful moment at last. You looked around at your friends. Alucard appeared to be always on guard, his senses sharpened, his countenance a mask of indifference. Trevor strode with a resolute gait, his hand always close to his whip, his brow strained. With a reassuring grin, Sypha strolled beside you, her eyes full of peaceful strength.

These odd pals were still unknown to you. However, they appeared committed to keeping you safe and had saved your life. And you had a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, you weren't fighting this battle alone. Together, you might be able to overcome any obstacles that may arise.

Long, swirling shadows were thrown by the moon, a thin crescent blade in the dark sky, twisting familiar trees into ominous, grotesque shapes. A dismal memory of the conflicts of the night, the musty smell of the moist ground blended with the coppery tang that clung to you, a metallic reminder of spilled blood. The mark of Trevor’s whip was a flaming brand against your skin, a searing line of pain, and your wrist throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that radiated up your arm.

"How far?" you uttered, your voice almost audible above the sound of rustling leaves and your own laboured breathing, each breath a painful reminder of your exhaustion.

Alucard settled into a rhythm next to you, his motions smooth and quiet, a sharp contrast to your own tired, stumbling pace. Their forms faded in and out of the moonlight patches as Trevor and Sypha continued their whispered chat ahead, their voices a low, comforting murmur.

His piercing, observant eyes, like twin pools of molten gold, fell upon your wounded wrist, their intensity making you instinctively flinch. He said, "You are wounded," in a low, resonant hum, a smooth cadence that seemed to vibrate through the very air.

As though to hide the wound from his view, you reflexively drew your arm closer, a desperate attempt to shield yourself from his scrutiny. You whispered, "It's nothing," in a tight, guarded voice, your jaw clenched against the pain.

His quiet was a burden in and of itself, a heavy silence that pressed down on you, but he didn't press. "Bleeding does not mean it’s nothing," he said plainly, leaving the remark lingering between you like a cold, unspoken truth.

You let out a sigh, a tired resignation, the weight of the night settling heavily on your shoulders. "It was due to my false courage of trying to attack a hunter, a speaker and a vampire," you shake your head, annoyed at your own bad decision, a bitter taste in your mouth.

He gave no false pledges or clichés. He merely nodded, his eyes resting on your wrist for a brief second, his expression unreadable, before shifting back to the road in front of him. But there was a weird comfort in having him by your side, a silent, watchful guardian, his presence a steady, unwavering force.

With the distant hoot of an owl and the rustle of leaves, the silence stretched like a tapestry, woven with unspoken questions and unspoken fears. In the chilly night air, you could feel the weight of his stare, the ancient power that radiated from him, a palpable energy that made you shiver.

Before you could stop yourself, the question slipped out of your mouth: "Why? Why are you helping me?"

He didn't respond right away, instead keeping his eyes on the road ahead as though he was searching for a response in the fading darkness. He finally said the words, "You are the Saintess," in a low, melodious growl, his voice resonating with an ancient authority. "You are needed."

You repeated, "Needed?" as a query and an appeal for comprehension, your brow furrowed in confusion. "However, I don't get it. For what purpose am I required?”

"To fight," he answered in a hard, determined tone, his voice laced with an unyielding resolve. "To fight a battle unlike any other."

Your features were obscured by confusion. "A battle?" you asked in a doubtful tone of voice, a flicker of irony in your eyes. You wanted to laugh at the absurdity, “You do know ‘The Saintess is a healer’, right?” You air quoted it in the same tone those bishops used to worship and introduced you.

Alucard opened his mouth, debating on whether he should just tell you, his eyes flickering with an internal struggle, but he shook his head and just nodded. You stopped in your tracks, laced with confusion, but continued your pace, catching up to Alucard.

The trip to the monastery was a haze of fatigue and anxiety. Your legs ached and your head was still spinning from the night's events as you staggered up the overgrown path, each step a painful effort. Every step was difficult because of the curse, which constantly depleted your power, leaving you weak and vulnerable.

You finally arrived at the monastery as the first rays of dawn tinged the sky in shades of purple and grey. It was a dilapidated wreck, with ivy growing up its walls and windows that were dark and deserted, a skeletal reminder of its former glory. However, it provided cover, a brief escape from the forest's perils.

Your body was heavy with fatigue as you fell upon a stone bench covered with moss in the courtyard, the rough texture of the stone a stark contrast to your aching muscles. Sypha, Trevor, and Alucard huddled around you, their faces displaying a mix of interest and worry, their eyes searching yours for answers.

"So," said Trevor in a gruff voice, a hint of concern beneath the gruffness, "you were running. From those creatures?"

You nodded while keeping your eyes on the dilapidated archway that opened into the inner courtyard, a sense of unease lingering in your gut. You continued, "And… other things," in a hardly audible voice, your voice trembling slightly.

"Other things?" With a wrinkled brow, Sypha inquired, her eyes filled with a gentle curiosity.

"I… I don't remember much before," you initially said in a tentative tone, your voice barely a whisper. "Just… the Church."

"The Church?" Trevor snorted, a hint of derision in his voice. "What, you were a nun on the run?"

With a glimmer of pain on your face, your eyes clouding with painful memories, you shook your head. "I was raised there," you clarified in a strained tone, your voice thick with emotion. "Everything was it. My family, my home, my mission." The words caught in your throat as you paused, struggling to contain the surge of emotion. "Until they turned on me."

“Turned on you?” Sypha sat next to you, her hands warm as she rested them on top of yours, offering solace in any way she could, her touch a comforting anchor in the storm of your memories. “What happened?”

You hesitated, the memories, a tangled web of confusion and betrayal, threatening to overwhelm you. "Lunar magic. I can defend, I can heal, I'm capable of things others don't comprehend. They tried to control me in ways that I refused and--"

"And they tried to kill you?" Alucard inquired in a menacingly low voice, his voice a chilling echo of your own fears.

With a chill down your spine, you nodded, your eyes wide with a lingering terror. The words hung in the air, a stark echo of the nightmare that had become your reality. As the others watched, their expressions a mixture of concern and morbid curiosity, the fragments of your past began to coalesce, sharp and vivid, like shards of broken glass.

A flood of sunlight, warm and golden, poured through the stained-glass windows of the church. The air hummed with the sound of chanting, the melodic voices of the choir rising in a harmonious chorus. You, a young girl, knelt before the altar, your hands clasped in prayer. The intricate patterns of the stained glass danced across your face, painting it with vibrant hues. A gentle hand rested on your shoulder, and you looked up to see the kind, weathered face of the head priest, his eyes filled with a paternal affection. "You are blessed, " he whispered, his voice warm and reassuring. "The light of the moon shines brightly within you."

You remembered the library, filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, their pages whispering secrets of lunar magic. You spent countless hours there, absorbing knowledge like a sponge, your mind eager to understand the power that flowed through your veins. The priests praised your dedication, your aptitude for healing, your ability to channel the moon's energy. You were their prized student, their shining star.

The feasts, the celebrations, the sense of belonging. The warmth of camaraderie, the feeling of purpose. You were a part of something larger than yourself, a vessel for the moon's benevolent power. You believed in their words, in their teachings, in their love.

The warm images shattered, replaced by the cold, harsh reality of betrayal.

The meeting room was dark, the air thick with tension. The faces of the priests, once filled with kindness, were now contorted with fear and anger. "You are a threat," the head priest hissed, his voice laced with venom. "Your power is too great, too unpredictable. We cannot allow you to remain."

The accusations, the whispers, the fear-mongering. "Heretic," they called you, their voices echoing through the halls. "Sinner. Abomination." The words stung like acid, burning away the last vestiges of your innocence.

The chase. The frantic flight through the labyrinthine corridors of the church, the sound of their footsteps echoing behind you, a relentless pursuit. The glint of steel, the flash of torches, the roar of their voices. "Stop her!" they cried, their voices filled with bloodlust.

The gates, once a symbol of sanctuary, were now a barrier, a prison. You stumbled through them, your heart pounding with terror, the sound of their enraged cries echoing in your ears. The world outside was a blur of trees and shadows, a stark contrast to the familiar walls of your home.

The villages, once havens of safety, were now battlegrounds. The screams of the innocent, the clash of steel, the stench of burning flesh. The faces of your protectors, contorted with pain and fear, their bodies falling to the ground, lifeless.

You blinked, the images fading, leaving you breathless and trembling. The weight of the memories pressed down on you, a suffocating blanket of grief and betrayal. You were no longer the innocent girl who had knelt before the altar, filled with faith and hope. You were a hunted fugitive, a pariah, a survivor. The Church, your home, your family, had become your enemy, and the world outside, a dangerous, unforgiving wilderness. “They pursued and hounded me into the woods. They murdered those who attempted to defend me and destroyed the villages where I was safe.”

Trevor murmured, "I have never been a fan of those bloody bastards," as his fist clenched. "So you've just been running since then?" With a gentle tone, Sypha inquired.

Unable to speak, you nodded once more. The memories came flooding back, along with the betrayal, uncertainty, and terror. You had sacrificed your life for the Church, devoted yourself to its principles, and received violence and hatred in return.

The courtyard was silent, and it pressed down on you, a suffocating weight mirroring the burden of your own memories. You weren't sure how to accept the silent consolation that Sypha's warm hands continued to provide over yours, her gentle touch a stark contrast to the icy grip of fear. Unusually silent, Trevor stroked his palm over his jaw, his eyes dark with a weariness that hinted at a deeper understanding. But Alucard was still inscrutable, his golden eyes examining you with a chilling ferocity, an intensity that made you feel exposed.

At last, Trevor shook his head and mumbled, "I detest priests. Self-righteous idiots. I've never seen one who wasn't attempting to murder, burn, or intoxicate me.” The amusement, a thin, sardonic smile, didn't quite reach his eyes as he scoffed. "They don't seem to have changed all that much."

You exhaled sharply, a bitter hiss that escaped your lips, almost like a laugh. "No, they have not. Not that I've participated in any of their drinking activities." Trevor clutched his mouth in mock disbelief. "You my friend, when we find a bar, we're getting beer."

Sypha's fingers gently squeezed yours before letting go, her eyes holding yours with a quiet reassurance. "You're not alone anymore," she replied softly. "Whatever happens next, we'll figure it out together." You wanted to believe it, your heart aching with the need for that truth. However, the weight of years spent fleeing, hiding, and battling did not evaporate overnight.

Alucard finally spoke. "You need rest." His tone was stern, but not cruel, a subtle softening in his voice that betrayed his concern. "The curse, the fight—you're pushing yourself too far."

You squared your shoulders, instinctively defensive. "I'm fine."

His eyes shifted to your shaking fingers and the way you still held your wrist close to your chest, a protective shield against unseen pain. He didn't say anything, but the look he gave you indicated he wasn't convinced, the intensity of his gaze a silent accusation.

Trevor sighed, a sound that carried the weight of weary resignation. "Fine or not, we are all fatigued. Let us get inside before something decides to finish what the night creatures started."

Like the skeletal remains of your history, the monastery was dead. The musty smell of damp earth and old parchment hung in the air as crumbling stone hallways extended into the night. Dust swirled in the glints of moonlight that filtered through shattered stained glass, casting fractured patterns of color on the floor. From the murals, you could see the broken faces of saints who had been forgotten, their cracked features and faded colors a testament to neglect and time.

A proper home for the abandoned.

Trevor grunted and fell onto a stone ledge. "If anything tries to eat us, wake me up." Despite rolling her eyes, Sypha sought cover close to him.

You didn't sit right away. Rest seemed like an unaffordable luxury, but the fatigue clung to you, a heavy weight on your limbs. Rather, you approached one of the shattered windows and gazed at the small crescent of the moon. Not much light. It makes sense why your body aches.

Alucard moved closer, his footsteps on the stone almost imperceptible. "You’re still pushing yourself,”

You let out a breath without glancing at him. "Are you this perceptive all the time?"

"When I feel like it." His voice had become softer and less piercing, a subtle warmth replacing the usual chill. "You ought to let Sypha take care of your wounds."

You tilted your head slightly to meet his gaze. "Why do you care?"

He paused as if weighing his response. At last, he responded: "Because I've seen what happens to people who fight until there's nothing left of them."

You shivered, a full-body tremor that sent goosebumps down your arms, not because of the cold, but because of the way his words sank deep into your chest, a chilling echo of your own fears. You didn't know what to say to that.

The weight of tiredness ultimately prevailed. You took a slow breath and nodded. "Fine."

Alucard did not respond, but as you turned away, you felt his presence linger for a brief second, a faint warmth in the air, before he retreated into the darkness.

You lay down on the uneven, chilly stone, the cold seeping into your bones. The monastery was a tomb of silence, broken only by the faint rustle of my own worn cloak. Sleep claimed you quickly, but it was not peaceful.

The flames erupted, a blinding, angry red, licking at the crumbling stone and splintering wood. The air shimmered with unbearable heat, and the chants of prayer twisted into a chorus of agonized screams. Hands, gnarled and burning, seized you, pulling, scratching, scorching. A familiar, yet cruelly distorted voice whispered in your ear, each syllable a shard of ice: "Saintess… sinner… heretic."

Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence, as you gasped awake. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and antiquity, but beneath it, a phantom smell clung to your skin: smoke, acrid and cloying, a taste of a nightmare.

A shadow shifted in the dim light of the waning moon. Alucard. He sat close, his golden eyes reflecting the faint moonlight. Even though he wasn't directly observing you, a subtle tension radiated from him, a silent question hanging in the air. The moonlight caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the subtle concern in his expression.

"You aren't asleep," your voice raspy.

"I don't require much." A pause, his gaze flicking to your face. "You had a dream."

You forced yourself to stand, the chill of the stone a stark reminder of your nightmare. "A bad habit."

His eyes searched yours, a silent offer of understanding. "You don't have to deal with them by yourself."

The words lodged in your throat, a lump of unspoken fear. For so long, isolation had been your only shield, your only defense. Now, faced with an offer of connection, you felt a wave of disorientation, a fear of vulnerability. You turned to the window, the rising moon a cold, distant light.

"Get some rest," Alucard urged, his voice softer, a hint of something akin to empathy in his tone.

You nodded, though you doubted sleep would return. Not when the ghosts of your past, the whispers of 'heretic' and the taste of smoke, lingered in the shadows, threatening to consume you.

A false impression of tranquillity pervaded the air as the morning sun's long, golden rays filtered through the trees. The night had been agitated—old wounds reopened, memories roused—but now your determination awoke along with the rest of the world. You looked at the other people. While Sypha stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Trevor sat by the final remnants of last night's fire, absently polishing the handle of his whip. Alucard was standing a few steps away, engrossed in ideas that were out of your grasp, his eyes focused on the horizon.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Trevor let out a breath. He responded sternly, "Alright," in a somewhat softer tone than previously. We have two options: either we take action or we just stay here and mope about the past. You're already fighting this battle if the Church and those night creatures are pursuing you. Meanwhile, we have more pressing issues to address."

Sypha gave a nod of agreement. "The real danger is Dracula. We require more than simply our own might if we are to have any chance of stopping him. We require information, tools, and a strategy.” 

"Not sure if you caught this while being chased, Moonbeam, but your people, the church, waged war on Dracula by burning his wife at the stake." Trevor paused, a rough scrape in his throat. "His mother," he added, gesturing toward Alucard. "In return, he's waging a war with the whole humanity."

You opened your mouth, a faint "Oh-" escaping, a breathy sound lost in the courtyard's silence. Alucard's jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, momentarily dropped to the stone floor, a flicker of something dark and intense passing across them. You bit down on your tongue, the metallic taste of blood a sharp reminder. Not now. Not here.

Push it down. The mantra echoed in your head, a familiar shield against the rising tide of unwanted images. The stained-glass windows, once a source of comfort, now fractured into shards of memory: the flames, the screams, the contorted faces of the dying. His mother. The words, a stark echo of your lost world, threatened to shatter the fragile dam you'd built against the nightmares.

Your cloak felt heavy, a shroud of past betrayals. The Church's brand, invisible but searing, pressed against your skin. Focus. Breathe. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, forcing the images back into the dark corners of your mind. They clawed at the edges of your consciousness, insistent, desperate to break free. No.

Alucard stood a few feet away, his silhouette sharp against the fading moonlight. His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white, a silent struggle against an unseen force. His father. The one who should have been a protector is now a source of unimaginable pain.

Did he feel it too? The twisted echo of fate? The Church, a puppeteer's hand forcing your path, just as grief twisted his. A shared burden, a silent understanding you desperately wanted to ignore. Don't think about it. The familiar, desperate denial.

You took a breath, a slow, deliberate inhale, the cool air filling your lungs. No hesitation. The air tasted of ash and damp stone, a bitter reminder of the world you were trying so hard to forget.

Trevor, with a decisive nod, stated, "And thus, we go to Belmont Hold."

Your breath hitched, and the same question formed in your mind as Alucard's. You both spoke at once: "Belmont Hold?"  The sound of your voices, so perfectly aligned, startled you. You felt a warmth spread across your cheeks as you met Alucard’s eyes, a brief, shared moment of surprise. Then, you quickly looked down, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your cloak.

"It's a treasure trove of knowledge," Trevor explained. “A hidden vault housing centuries of accumulated knowledge about monsters, magic, and the instruments required to defeat them. If we're going to stand a chance against Dracula, we need what's inside."

Trevor crossed his arms. "It has been abandoned for years. My family's legacy, and the one thing that could genuinely help us right now. We uncover it, prepare, and then figure out how to defeat the scariest nightmare of all."

A glimmer of doubt twisted within you. Facing Dracula was more than just a struggle; it was a combat against an eternal power of hate and grief. And yet, looking at the three of them—Trevor with his unflinching resolution, Sypha with her calm determination, and Alucard with his eerie intensity—you knew there was no going back. You have already completed the first step.

You took a deep breath and pushed off from the stone bench. "Then we head to the Belmont Hold. We fight Dracula. We put an end to this."

Trevor smirked. "That's the spirit, moonbeam."

Alucard cast you a glance, his golden eyes flickering with something indecipherable. A quiet approval?  A warning? Or something else, buried beneath centuries of grief. 

Either way, the path ahead was clear.

And the four of you stepped forward, bound by fate, purpose, and the looming shadow of war.

a/n: writing fighting scenes is my worst nightmare, I hope in the future I wont have to write so much of it cause my brain is tired of trying to come up with a unique fighting scenes. but alas stay tune for more!

[ponderingsoflife]

Some say, there is a world where there can be two victors.

After killing Bdubs, Grian and Scar return to the desert to rebuild their home. When it’s all said and done they raid the stores of Dogwarts and feast on the meat and wine stores before collapsing into their beds happy and warm with plans to look for a wandering trader the next day to look for another llama for Scar. After all, the world border has dissipated and they have a whole world to explore together (but they’ll always return to the desert at the end of the day).

When Pearl dies Scott can’t bring himself to fight on. They were supposed to win together, and as much as he still wants to win, he refuses to win with Ren or Martyn by his side. The duo kill him while he’s down and the king and his hand finally have their day. Almost everything is burnt down but now that the world border is gone that doesn’t matter. They’ll find a snowy forest and never return, after all, they have an enchanting business that needs rebuilding.

Scott runs away from Pearl because he’s so scared he’ll hurt her in an accident, or worse, get her killed again. When they are the last two left the long journey of healing begins. They can handle being soulbounds, it won’t be romantic but they don’t need it to be. They can just be two little guys who share a house with eighteen different dogs.

Impulse finds himself face to face with two previous winners and despite the rules they’ve set in place, he knows he’s going to lose when the timer ticks down. When the fighting starts though, Martyn and Scott fling themselves off the cliff and into the water below, slowly drowning together. Impulse may have won, but at what cost? He’s alone.

Pearl promised Gem they would win together as soon as they hunted down Scar. So when Pearl falls off an obvious cliff Gem is baffled. Did she do that on purpose? Not wanting to win again? Did she not want to win with Gem? She can’t even begin to wrap her head around it. Luckily Scar is still there with her. They don’t know anything about one another but they’re stuck there together so they might as well start learning about each other.

Scott wanted to win again with Cleo, he really did, but just before the winners could be confirmed he was killed by a zombie, leaving Cleo alone. This was an event, so Cleo isn’t worried about being alone forever like Impulse, but when the next season rolls around they can’t help but look at Scott as if he’s fragile, scared to risk losing him again.

By some twist of fate Joel sees Grian about to blow up the bunker, and he stops him. Jimmy dies to his own hubris later on but Lizzy is still alive. When she kills Tango the game is practically over (though they still make a show of killing the previous victors), and the two can live together finally. In a world of no wars, no fighting, no supernaturals interfering with their day to day life (well aside from the occasional ghost, but Jimmy and Gem are nice to have around from time to time). Maybe they’ll find a nice mesa by the ocean and settle down there.

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Six

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word Count; 3,108

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rating; 18+ for swearing and some mature context

Notes; It's finally ToF weekend! I'll be posting chapters six through eight around today and tomorrow. Six and seven are very Xavier-centric chapters and from eight to like sixteen, it's Sylus! I wish I included Rafayel and Zayne more since it feels unfair to them, but I'll try to include them more in future chapters. Also, a small warning for sexual tension in this chapter (it's not much, but if you squint-)

Also, I'm going to plug my "ideas for the future" post at y'all for the next few chapters, if y'all don't mind!

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Bright and early the next morning, you scoop the little orange cat up in your arms and head upstairs to Xavier's apartment, hoping to surprise him with the little guy. You let out a yawn, closing your eyes as you step out onto his floor before running into a wall? No, a firm chest.

You look up and immediately smile. “Hey Xavi!” You wave at him with the kitty's little white mitten.

“You're cheerful this morning.” Xavier comments, surprisingly not looking tired for once. “Who's this? Did you get Estelle a friend?” To which you shake your head and smile up at him. “Remember how you said you might want a cat? Well…I found this little guy when I went to Hat Island and I couldn't just leave him there. Will you take him?” You pout, holding your face close to the kitty's.

The silvery blond haired man thinks for a moment before pausing, “Did you go to Hat Island by yourself?”

“Is that what you're worried about?” You laugh and shake your head, “No, it's a part of my plan to get into the N109 Zone. I went with a friend. So…the kitty. Will you keep him?” “I…” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair, “I can't say no to you.” He scoops the kitty into his arms before commenting, “He seems a bit young. Did you come up with a name for him?” “He's your cat, Xavi. I didn't want to name him for you,” You talk with your hands, unsure if you can come up with a fitting name. “Come up with one.”

“Ah…you're kind of putting me on the spot.” You click your tongue, rubbing the back of your neck as you think. “Uh…Tangerine? We can call him Tango for short or actually…” A smile tugs at your lips, “Leonardo da Meowci. Let's do that one and we can call him Leo. His full name can be a secret between us.” You lean forward to scratch under Leo's chin and Xavier bends down to gently bump his forehead against yours. “Where's my chin scratches?”

You're a tad caught off guard with how close he is. His soft blue eyes were shaped like crescent moons as he smiled, that damn smile. He just looks so…soft and endearing. “Oh alright.” You laugh to yourself, scratching under his chin. Your thumb dragging across the skin of his chin as you drop your hand back to your side. “So…Leo is alright?” You try to look as innocent as possible and tilt your head to the side. “Oh also we could go shopping for a bed for him, some bowls, and some food later?”

“Oh.” Xavier shakes himself out of his daze, his cheeks slightly redder than usual. “Yeah sure, text me and I'll meet you at the pet store. I've got a few things I need to do today.”

“What a coincidence! So do I.” You say before walking back to the elevator. “See you later, Xav.”

You plan on scoping out the Nest today but you're definitely not going in your Hunter's uniform. From what you remember, the original main character went to scope out the Nest in uniform with her watch on display and everything which was honestly a bad idea. Sure, she wanted to act as bait but she was just looking for trouble doing that. You get changed into a black long sleeve with a pale pink, denim skirt and you slide on your hunter's boots as you walk out the door. “I'll see you later, Estelle!”

When getting changed, you noticed your wardrobe really was only filled with outfits from the game. You only had five pairs of shoes and most of your outfits were paired with your black hunter’s boots. Though you weren't too upset about it since the main character did have good style.

Before you go to check out the Nest, you stop by Akso Hospital. You haven't heard much from Zayne at all, besides reminders of upcoming appointments and today was no different.

“Hey there Yvonne! Is Zayne in his office?” You greet the woman standing behind the counter and she nods, “Yep, he might be a bit tired though. He just got out of a major surgery.” She passes the sign-in clipboard over to you and you quickly write your name down. “I won't take too much of his time.” You say, heading toward his office and knocking on the door.

“Come in.” You hear him, his voice sounding more muted than normal and you step inside, shutting the door behind you. “Hey Zayne, you doing alright?” You ask, taking a seat in front of his desk. “I didn't realize you were a therapist today, Y/n.” He comments, looking over at you as he pulls up your paperwork. “Come closer, I can't use the stethoscope with you all the way across the room.” His tone was light and airy.

You stand up and walk around the desk. “So do I just stand here-” Zayne sighs, grabbing your wrist to tug you into his lap. “Relax, I'm just doing a routine checkup.” He places the stethoscope against your chest, instructing you to take a deep breath and then to breathe out. He does this a few more times as he moves around. “Everything sounds alright, but your heart is beating faster than usual.”

“I wonder why.” You roll your eyes, leaning your shoulder against his chest. “Is that all you needed for today?” “No. Tell me how your health has been lately. Any heart palpitations? Not being able to sleep? Sleeping too long…stuff like that.” He says, taking his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose. “Hmm, I think everything's been alright? I've been able to sleep just fine. Just a few nightmares here and there. I got a cat a few weeks ago though so she could be why I feel so great.” You ramble, understanding that even if Zayne doesn't show it, he is bothered by whatever happened during the surgery and he wants his mind off of it.

“Oh, a cat? I should come by your apartment to greet her sometime. Tell me about her.” His voice was sounding softer by the minute.

“Estelle. It means star. She's a silver tabby maincoon so she's a big, fluffy cat. She's apparently four years old and she has a prosthetic arm though you can't even tell it's a prosthetic. She sleeps in the bed with me every night even though she has her own bed and wakes me up by trying to suffocate me with her big paws.” You rest your head against his chin as you lightly sway your feet. After a few moments of silence, you speak, “Are you feeling a bit better, Zayne?”

“Yes,” he clears his throat, looking away from you. “I appreciate it.” You stand up and spin around to smile at him, “Any time.” He catches you by the wrist as you try to leave. “Don't forget, your next appointment is in two weeks.”

“I won't forget.” You say with a small smile, unable to smile any wider than that because, while you won't forget, you can't promise you'll make the appointment. You know you'll be deep within the N109 Zone in two more days. “See you then, Zayne.”

A few hours later, after wandering through the city and buying a few cat items and then hanging them onto Xavier's door handle, you're ready to head to the Nest. Though you have to pull it up on gps since you're walking there as you don't exactly like to drive. Your hunter's bike is practically covered in dust since you haven't touched it in the past two months.

You walk through Azure Square, a picturesque fountain with people standing around it and taking pictures of the pink sky. Then there's the Nest. A building with a neon light displaying the name and, honestly, it just looks like your average bar but you knew otherwise.

You step inside, finally turning off your gps and you're only able to look around for a moment before a figure walks up to you. “Xavi-” you don't even get the chance to act confused as the man says, “Follow me.” He gently tugs you outside, near the fountain. “What're you doing here?” He asks, running a hand through his hair and you frown, tilting your head to the side, “I told you I had a plan for getting into the Nest. I need to find-” “I know, an aether core. Your only chance of getting one of those is…the illegal protocore auction in the N109 Zone.” Xavier then pauses as he notices a few of the OTTO patrol bots hovering around us.

“Are they here for you?” You groan. Why is everyone around you being hunted down with a bounty over their heads? Zayne, you're literally one of the only sane ones here. “Resonate with me,” Xavier whispers, grabbing your hand and placing it over his chest. You sigh, fingers twitching at the feeling of warmth over his shirt, “Fine.” Resonating comes easy to you now, you don't even need to intently focus anymore. The fountain suddenly erupts in a shower of light, dazzling onlookers but you notice a few thin pieces of light that shoot out, disguised by the water, and take down each circular robot. Most of the robots land in the nearby bushes, but Xavier kicks the last one into the fountain.

“Problem solved.” He drops his hand to your wrist, “Now let's go.”

After a few minutes of standing around, a light gathers around you both and without warning, you're suddenly in front of a quaint flower shop with all kinds of flowers and plants decorating the front. You notice the sign isn't set to open or closed and your eyes scan up to the name of the shop. Philo. You don't have a single moment to ponder on that as Xavier drags you into the shop.

“Xavier, how many times do I have to tell you- oh.” A man with curly brown hair pauses mid rant, his eyes slightly widening as they land on you. “Long time no- uh I mean, Welcome to Philo. I'm Jeremiah.” You raise a brow, trying to act confused at the sudden, almost warm greeting, even though you knew the reason why. Then, you look back over at Xavier.

“Are there any unused identities in the vault?” Xavier asks. “She needs an identity to get into the N109 Zone, preferably someone with power who can't be messed with.”

“Oh alright, uhm, let me see.” Jeremiah says and suddenly a hologram shows a picture of a woman in a red dress getting into a limo with bodyguards in suits behind her. “How about a spoiled, rich heiress?”

“Hmm..it needs to be something more.” Xavier holds his hand on his chin and Jeremiah nods, making a few adjustments and the woman's dress turns into a suit, the men behind her clearly have guns at their hip, and they're now wearing sunglasses. “How about the heiress to a mysterious crime syndicate? I think your scar would really help the story and…for the last name, we can just use yours so you can keep your story straight. Here, I'll be right back. I need to make the L/n family crest that you can wear so anyone who sees it knows not to mess with you.” Suddenly stricken with inspiration, Jeremiah leaves the room.

Xavier sits down in a chair and leans back as if he's been busy all day, which you know he has.

“So…you seem to have connections in some awfully high places. Are you sure you're just a normal hunter?” You ask, raising a brow as you turn to look at him. “I'm…just a normal hunter.” He says, holding his hands up, and you shake your head, putting a hand on your hip, “Just a hunter? Can you repeat what you just said?”

“...” Xavier sighs, going silent for a moment, turning away from you to pick up a spray bottle filled with water and absentmindedly sprays the plants nearby.

“Hey, you're not looking me in the eyes.” You walk closer, taking the bottle from him and you hold it up to his forehead like it's a gun. “You're…too close.” He smiles softly, gently touching your forehead to push you back, “also you're not intimidating…at least not intimidating enough.” “Huh, what do you mean?” You scoff with an offended pout on your lips. “You're being too polite. You won't be able to take control of any situation with the way you're acting. Anyone who has made a name for themselves in the N109 Zone wouldn't be a pushover and they'd know how to throw their status around.”

Xavier suddenly rises up from the chair and walks forward, effectively making you walk backwards until your legs hit a table and you can't move back any further. “As the next leader of a crime syndicate, you should at least act tough. Don't let anyone easily spot your weaknesses, talk down to everyone. Otherwise, you might end up as a lamb at an auction swarming with wolves. You'll be killed in the blink of an eye. The arrogant ones always look down on people.” He tilts your chin up with a finger. “Don't say thank you or please, don't apologize, don't have hesitation in your voice. Say what you want with conviction, the people in the N109 Zone always let their desires guide their actions.”

“What if someone challenges me? Or what if they doubt me?” You keep your chin tilted up, doing your best to hold back a blush since this was a serious conversation. “Return the favour.” He whispers and you shove Xavier's shoulder, barely pushing the man back. “Like this?” You move a tad bit closer, maintaining eye contact with Xavier. “By the way…my neck is starting to hurt from looking up at you… Can you sit down?”

“Are you mixing personal feelings with business?” He raises a brow, not moving just yet. “Of course not. As you said, whatever I do is correct.” You put a hand on your hip and Xavier chuckles, “Alright..” He sits back down in his chair and you think it's all over, but he grabs your wrist and tugs you between his legs. “One more thing, it's very important.”

You lean forward, your foreheads touching as he continues, “Don't provoke people who have yet to show their whole hand.” The atmosphere becomes almost two times heavier, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears as your gut told you that you're in danger. Yet the only thing you could do was look into his eyes. He was seated and, yet at this very moment, the person standing isn't necessarily the one who has the upperhand.

“Did you catch all of that?” Xavier whispers, his eyes flickering down to your lips and you nod. “Don't do that. Speak.” He reprimands, nose brushing against yours. “Yes.” His lips just barely graze against yours, your eyes fluttering closed before you hear Jeremiah re enter the room.

“I'm done. Do you think this is enough? Uh-” He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the two of you but not lingering on you for a second. He quickly turns around to leave the room. “Whoops, sorry! Must've entered the wrong room.”

Xavier curses under his breath, ears tinted with red, as he steps away from you and pretends to fix his shirt collar. “Come back.” He crosses his arms over his chest and Jeremiah clears his throat while you look away from them both, trying to control your blush.

You smack your cheeks with your palms before turning back to face them. “That crest looks really pretty.” You point out and Jeremiah nods, “I've had this design for a while now. Just never had anything to put It on until now! Just wear this and everyone who sees it will know you're extremely important.”

“Just keep in mind that most people who approach you in the N109 Zone aren't going to be random people who just want to chat.” Xavier adds, his gaze trailing down your body. “Anyway, here's some more things to make it believable.” Jeremiah hands you a box of items and you thank him.

“You don't need to be so formal! I just never thought I'd be able to actually help you. It's so…” Jeremiah trails off, clearly reminiscing of an era you'd never be able to remember. If you were anyone else, it would be a little odd to see him so friendly, even though you've only known him for about an hour, but you know the reason why. Your vision of Jeremiah is cut short as Xavier moves to step in-between you. “As you can see he's very friendly.”

“Do you want to walk home together?” You ask, tilting your head to the side as you hoped he'd say yes so you could continue where you left off, but he shakes his head. “No, I'll probably get home late tonight.” You pout and nod, turning to leave before he catches you by the wrist. “Wait.” Xavier leans in close, and you feel a sharp prick on your earlobe before the pain quickly goes away. “What-” “It's a secret transmitter. Even if there's no signal, I'll be able to find you.”

“Thank you, by-” “Also,” he places a vial in your hand, “This is an inhibitor that'll make you temporarily immune to 98.7 percent of all toxins. Make sure to take it before you leave for the Nest.” “Now can I-” “oh and,” Xavier slides a thin, almost hairpin like object into your sleeve, “It's not too strong, just enough to take down an elephant. If you feel threatened, just jab the needle wherever you can reach.”

You laugh a bit. “You're like a mom worried about her child on their first field trip.” Just as you're about to leave once more, a bouquet of bluish pink flowers enters your vision. “What's this for? Is it some kind of weapon as well?” You ask, grabbing the bouquet with one hand as you hold the box Jeremiah gave you with the other.

“Do I…need a reason?” Xavier asks, suddenly pouting as he ponders over what reason he can give. “They just happened to blossom..so I sincerely hope you accept them.” He smiles at you, thumb brushing over your knuckles before he finally allows you to leave.

Also, let me know if I should space out my paragraphs more! To be honest, I'm not sure if one space or two in-between looks better 🤔 and let me know if you want to be a part of the taglist!

Taglist; @orphicmeliora ,

[flurty]

we are but pieces on a chess board, sweet darling of mine~

players that strut and fret their time, in front of the limelight, that's us~

black pieces on white pieces, one side against another~

white pieces on black pieces, the game is set, and here we start~

white bishop to c4, black knight to f6, locked in a never ending conflict~

white bishop to b3, black knight to e4, trying to clasp your advantage~

white bishop to a4, black knight to c5, finding a way to turn the tide~

here, we dance the tango, just us two, gliding across the chess board~

we dance as one, turn after turn, reacting and chasing and dancing~

i the bishop, you the knight, dancing til our final days~

bishop to b5, knight to b3, i twist to c4, you leap to a5~

dancing til our final days, our fate along a chessboard~

[aquinnix]

Traffic Character Analysis - Tango

Tango is very quick to act. He is propelled by his emotions and tends to let them take over. Everything that happens to him is shoved down deep inside and builds and builds until he finally bursts. He is deeply motivated by revenge, if someone wrongs him, he will get back at them tenfold. Tango is not afraid of what others think about him, he is happy to speak his mind and put his cards out on the table, just not all his cards. Tango makes a big impact in small ways that ripple and twist into waves. In reality, he holds all the cards and keeps them close to his chest. He has an interesting relationship with life and death. He uses fate as a bargaining chip without a second thought. To him, life is simply a commodity, same as any other. Tango is willing to sacrifice himself if that means that things go according to plan, fulfilling a perceived destiny. But that’s the thing, for someone so intrinsically connected with something so vital, for someone who tries to be everybody’s friend, for someone who’s alliances are ones of deep trust and reliance, Tango always ends up alone. He always takes his last breath away from the warmth of those he cares about. The fact that he is seemingly able to control life, doesn’t mean death will be so kind. 

[zehstern]

Have you thought about making a Terror crack video solely with Crazy Ex Girlfriend's songs?

I absolutely love your Getting Bi video, I watch it everytime I want to feel happier, and I remember that there was Let's Generalize About Men in one of the Terror crack videos.

I thought about this idea and I created a full Spotify playlist with songs from CXGF that I think would be funny to associate to The Terror.

Think about it. Horny Angry Tango is Fitzier (the slap part 👌), Settle for Me for Francis and Sophia, I'm the Villain In My Own Story for colonialism, Face Your Fears, Time to Seize the Day and Maybe This Dream for Silna, Our Twisted Fate and Greg's Drinking Song for the alcohol + Crozier, and so many fit Hickey too, like After Everything I've Done For You. I have more but I don't want you to block me.

I hope you're having a good day. Happy new year!

Happy new year :) No no by all means keep the suggestions coming. I'll get around to it when I get around to it but in the meantime have a little sneak peek!

[hexologh]

“ME AND THE DEVIL.”

I'm not really good at doing Yandere stuff, Kinda busy with my main story at wattpad too, Since school is over I just wanted to relax ya know?

Cool request @chipichopi Hope this little story is okay, like I said I'm not good with yandere stuff..

Hope the lyrics are right, I mean I listened to the song cuz I don't really listen to Stalkers tango, but it's a good song.

You don't know how long you've been trapped in this room. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time has become a blur, and the only thing that remains constant is the presence of the one who calls himself your "forever love."

But love? No, this isn't love—it's something darker, something twisted. It's an all-consuming obsession that suffocates you.

In the midst of your confinement, a faint melody reaches your ears, originating from outside the room. It emanates from his living room, perhaps. You wonder what could possibly be happening out there, but in this confined space, it hardly seems to matter.

Suddenly, the door swings open with a resounding bang, causing you to flinch involuntarily. The chains that bind your hands clink together, the sound echoing in the silence.

Suddenly, the room was filled with music, and there he stood before you.

Macaque, that was his name, now etched into your memory. As he gazed at you with his love-sick eyes, a sense of revulsion washed over you. Yet, you couldn't help but admit that, for a talking monkey, he possessed an undeniable allure.

"I know, I know, I know this situation's strange..~" he sang, his voice echoing through the room. Each step he took brought him closer, and you couldn't help but sweat nervously as you instinctively moved backward, your back colliding with the cold, unyielding wall.

Macaque seized your chin forcefully, tilting your face upward to meet his intense gaze. His grip left you with no choice but to look into his eyes.

"Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me more than you possibly can...!" Macaque repeated the words, his voice filled with an eerie passion. You could have sworn you saw hearts forming in his eyes, an unsettling display of his distorted affection.

He pulled you into a tight, suffocating embrace, his grip exceeding the boundaries of comfort.

"Dance," he whispered with a commanding tone, leaving you with no choice but to comply. Reluctantly, you moved in sync with him, your bodies swaying to the rhythm of the song.

"It's not that complicated, no matter what they say," Macaque grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "You'll never meet another me..." The sinister undertone in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

As his forehead pressed against yours, closing the distance between you, he continued, "I know, I know, I know I'm always in your place. But don't you see, my dear? I am your Doppelgänger. Have your faith so.." His chuckle carried a dark edge, a foreboding sign of his twisted desires. A crimson hue spread across his face, intensifying the eerie atmosphere.

"—Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me, Love me, love me, love me, love me more than you possibly can!" Macaque emphasized the line, his favorite in the song. The words made you feel nauseated, repulsed by his deluded affection. You longed for it to stop, for someone to rescue you from this torment.

"It's not that complicated, no matter what they say. You'll never meet another me! It's not that difficult to get your head around. You'll never meet another me. You'll never-never-never-ever-ever meet another me!" His possessiveness rang through his words, declaring that he wanted you all to himself, denying anyone else the chance to be with you.

As you danced, the chains that bound you tugged and caused pain whenever you moved too far from him. The ache served as a constant reminder of your captivity. You yearned to strike back, kick him to where the sun don't shine.

—But alas, it seemed that fate had abandoned you in this twisted dance.

"Ey-ey-ah, Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-ba-ah Bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam, Bada-bam-bam bam-bam, Bada-ba...!" Macaque smiled, swaying his body while forcibly moving yours in tandem. His touch was invasive, manipulating your every movement.

Suddenly, his hand found its way to your throat, his sharp claw resting against your skin. You couldn't discern whether he intended to kill you or if it was another sick display of his power.

"It's not that complicated, no matter what they say. I'll never meet another you. It's not that difficult to get my head around. I'll never meet another.. you..." His words sounded alarmingly genuine, as if he truly believed them.

Nah.., you refused to succumb to this madness. You would not allow yourself to fall in love with this maniac.

Never.

[land0nzlander]

｡: 🎀 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓈 𝟦 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒: 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓈 🎀 :｡

This is my first time creating an official legacy! I hope people will use it <3

This will be a 14 generation musical legacy! Every 2 generations will be two characters from the same musical! The Protagonist and the Antagonist. If the musical does not have an antagonist from what I saw then I will just put 2 protagonists yk? 

Let's get started!

𝓗𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓸𝓷

"𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓸𝓷, 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓸𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽"

Alexander Hamilton, a prominent historical figure, has been immortalized in a popular musical. His life story is one of great significance, and his contributions to American history are undeniable. Born on January 11, 1757, 

Hamilton's life was full of twists and turns that ultimately led him to become one of the most influential figures of his time.

At a winter's ball, Hamilton met Elizabeth Schuyler, and the two fell in love. They went on to have a child named Philip Hamilton, who would go on to become a prominent figure in his own right. (In this case its Maria Reynolds for generation 2)

Be a male

Traits: Genius, Overachiever, Music Lover. Aspiration: Knowledge

Must have at least 5 children (up to 8 children)

Writer Career

By the time there is 3 children you must have 2 stories in your house

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓼

"𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓻, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮"

Maria Reynolds and Alexander Hamilton found themselves entangled in a passionate affair during Elizabeth Schuyler's absence, as she embarked on a journey with her sister Angelina Schuyler. In the infamous song "Say No to This," it is revealed that Maria was already married to another man. This complicated situation forced Hamilton to make a payment to ensure the affair remained concealed from the prying eyes of society.

Be a female

Have at least 2 kids

Cheat on your husband 5-10 times

Traits: Romantic, Non-committal, Music Lover

Aspiration: Love

Job: Style Influencer or None

As a teen have a bad relationship with your parents up to death

🎀  𝑅❤️𝓍𝒾𝑒 𝐻❤️𝓇𝓉  🎀

 ❝𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝓎❣️𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃❤️𝓌 𝓎💋𝓊'𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌💫𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒? 𝒲𝒽𝓎, 𝒽𝑒'𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒❞  

Immersed in the vibrant atmosphere of the 1920s, the musical Chicago weaves a tale of passion and crime. At its heart is Roxie Hart, a woman who shot the man she had an affair with even though being married. In a moment of blind rage, she pulls the trigger, forever altering the course of her life. As she enters the Cook County Jail, Roxie is confronted with a group of women who share a similar fate - they too have taken the lives of their significant others. However, amidst this dark sisterhood, there is one girl who stands out. She possesses an air of innocence and speaks the captivating language of Hungarian, setting her apart from the rest of the inmates.

Female

Must have 1 child that's adopted 

Traits: Music Lover, Ambitious, Self-absorbed 

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity 

Job: Actor

When younger, play violin

Cheat on your husband once, then if you have the mod, murder him

🎀  𝒱🔪𝓁𝓂𝒶 𝒦🩸𝓁𝓁𝓎  🎀 

🎀  ❝𝒞🔪𝓂𝑒 🩸𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹🔪𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉🩸𝓌𝓃? 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒿𝒶𝓏𝓏❞  🎀

Velma Kelly, a captivating character from the renowned musical Chicago, finds herself behind bars in the infamous Cook County Jail. As the plot unfolds, she mesmerizes the audience with her powerful rendition of the Cell Block Tango, a song that reveals the dark secrets of the incarcerated women. Set in the vibrant 1920s, Velma also graces the stage with her enchanting performance of the song Overture/And All That Jazz. However, it is during the Cell Block Tango that the shocking truth is unveiled - Velma confesses to the gruesome murders of her own sister and her unfaithful husband, a crime committed in a fit of rage upon discovering their illicit affair while she was out fetching ice.

Must be a Female

Brown Hair

Must be a Actor

Traits: Romantic, Music Lover, Ambitious 

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity 

Have 2 children 1 being the next heir

【Ｃａｄｙ　Ｈｅｒｏｎ】

【"Ｉ＇ｍ　ｓｉｘｔｅｅｎ　ｌｉｖｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｐａｒａｄｉｓｅ，　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｌｉｏｎｓ　ａｎｄ　ｂｉｒｄｓ　ａｎｄ　ｓｔｕｆｆ，　ｂｕｔ　Ｉ＇ｍ　ｓｉｘｔｅｅｎ　ａｎｄ　ｉｔ＇ｓ　ｎｏｔ　ｅｎｏｕｇｈ"】

Meet Cady Heron, the leading character in the 2004 film "Mean Girls" and its subsequent musical adaptation. Cady's story revolves around her life as a student at North Shore High School, where she finds herself in a completely new environment after spending her formative years in Africa. This cultural transition adds an intriguing layer to her character, as she brings a unique perspective to the high school hierarchy.

Female

When shes a teen, have a bad relationship with the popular girl

Be a conversationist

Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Cheerful, Music Lover

Aspiration: Animal

Have less than 4 children

【Ｒｅｇｉｎａ　Ｇｅｏｒｇｅ】

【"Ｉ　ｗａｎｎａ　ｗａｔｃｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｏｒｌｄ　ｂｕｒｎ,                                           Ｉ　ｇｏｔ　ｔｈｅ ｇａｓｏｌｉｎｅ   Ｉ　ｗａｎｎａ　ｗａｔｃｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｏｒｌｄ　ｂｕｒｎ    Ａｎｄ　ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ　ｇｅｔ　ｍｅａｎ"】

Meet Regina George, the ultimate villainess in the iconic 2004 movie Mean Girls and its equally captivating musical adaptation. This character is the epitome of everything you love to hate, with her perfectly styled hair, flawless fashion sense, and a manipulative personality that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Regina's cunning ways and relentless pursuit of power make her the ultimate antagonist, leaving you both fascinated and repulsed by her every move.

Female

When shes a teen, have a bad relationship with the new kid

Be a fashion influencer

Traits: Mean, Non-Committal, Music Lover

Aspiration: Fortune

Have less than 2 children

♥ Noel Gruber ♥

♥ “For I sing songs until the break of dawn, I embrace a new man every night. My life's one never ending carnival, a whirl of boozy floozy flashing lights! I want to be that fucked up girl” ♥

Meet Noel Gruber, a captivating character who takes center stage in the mesmerizing musical Ride the Cyclone. Among the six main characters, Noel stands out as the embodiment of romance, earning him the title of "the most romantic boy in town." But there's more to Noel than meets the eye, as he weaves a vivid fantasy of himself as a hooker in post-war France, adding an intriguing layer to his already enchanting persona.

Must have a gay relationship (MLM)

Male

Be a Writer

Traits: Music Lover, Romantic, Loyal

Aspiration: Creativity

Have 1 adopted child

Write a story every week 

♥ Karnak ♥ 

♥ “On Monday, September 14th, they would board the Cyclone roller coaster at 6:17 pm. At 6:19 pm, this same roller coaster's front axle would break, causing it to derail at the apex of the loop-de-loop, hurtling the children to their deaths!” ♥

Meet the extraordinary Karnak, a captivating figure within the world of Ride the Cyclone. Known by the name of The Amazing Karnak or simply Karnak, this enigmatic character possesses an uncanny ability to foresee the cause, time, and location of an individual's demise. Imagine a machine specifically created to unravel the mysteries of mortality, offering glimpses into the future that both intrigue and unsettle those who encounter it.

Male

No S/O

Traits: Unflirty, Music Lover, Nosy

Aspiration: Knowledge

Have 1 adopted child

Be a Criminal

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕨𝕪𝕖𝕣

"𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝕤𝕥, 𝟙𝟡𝟠𝟡 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔻𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥—𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖! 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣! 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕙... 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗—𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕?"

Veronica Sawyer is the main protagonist of the 1989 musical "Heathers". She is part of the most popular clique in the Westerburg High school, the Heathers, and was tricked into killing the popular kids by the mysterious Jason Dean.

Female

Must fall in love with a sim with the mean trait

Traits: Socially Awkward, Music Lover, Good

Aspiration: Knowledge

Have 2 children at teenage years before dying (use MC commands)

𝕁.𝔻.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒, 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖— 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒, 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒, 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖? ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖? 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒, 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖"

Jason Dean, best known as J.D. is the main antagonist of the 1988 film, Heathers and is portrayed by Christian Slater. He falls in love with Veronica Sawyer, kills three students who hurt Veronica and finally attempts to kill Veronica and blow up the school before ultimately killing himself.

Male

Must fall in love with a popular girl and date

Traits: Jealous, Music Lover, Self-Assured 

Aspiration: Deviance

Have 1 child during teenage years before dying (use MC commands)

🅻🆈🅳🅸🅰 🅳🅴🅴🆃🆉

“🅷🅴🆈 🅼🅾🅼, 🅳🅴🅰🅳 🅼🅾🅼 🅸 🅽🅴🅴🅳 🅰 🅻🅸🆃🆃🅻🅴 🅷🅴🅻🅿 🅷🅴🆁🅴 🅸'🅼 🅿🆁🅾🅱'🅻🆈 🆃🅰🅻🅺🅸🅽🅶 🆃🅾 🅼🆈🆂🅴🅻🅵 🅷🅴🆁🅴 🅱🆄🆃 🅳🅴🅰🅳 🅼🅾🅼, 🅸 🅶🅾🆃🆃🅰 🅰🆂🅺 🅰🆁🅴 🆈🅾🆄 🆁🅴🅰🅻🅻🆈 🅸🅽 🆃🅷🅴 🅶🆁🅾🆄🅽🅳? 🅲🅰🆄🆂🅴 🅸 🅵🅴🅴🅻 🆈🅾🆄 🅰🅻🅻 🅰🆁🅾🆄🅽🅳 🅼🅴 🅰🆁🅴 🆈🅾🆄 🅷🅴🆁🅴, 🅳🅴🅰🅳 🅼🅾🅼? 🅳🅴🅰🅳 🅼🅾🅼”

Lydia Deetz is from New York City and moved with her family to Winter River, Connecticut. She herself defined herself as strange and unusual, and quickly sighted the Maitlands in the attic window on moving day. When the Maitlands tried to scare Delia and then were leaving her room, Lydia photographed them in the hall, then realizing they were the ghosts, and formally introduced themselves.

Be a female

Have a goth style once growing to child

Be a writer

Traits: Family Orientated, Paranoid, Music Lover

Aspiration: Knowledge

Have 2 children, one male and one female.

Have a boyfriend and dead husband

🅱🅴🅴🆃🅻🅴🅹🆄🅸🅲🅴

"🅷🅾🅻🅳 🆄🅿, 🅷🅾🅻🅳 🆄🅿, 🅶🅸🆁🅻, 🅸'🅼 🆈🅾🆄🆁 🅿🅰🅻

🆃🅷🅴🆈'🆁🅴 🆂🆆🅴🅴🆃, 🅱🆄🆃 🅸'🅼 🅰 🅳🅴🅼🅾🅽 🆂🆃🆁🅰🅸🅶🅷🆃 🅵🆁🅾🅼 🅷🅴🅻🅻

🅸 🅺🅽🅾🆆, 🅸 🆆🅴🅽🆃 🅰 🅻🅸🆃🆃🅻🅴 🅷🅰🆁🅳 🅾🅽 🅼🆈 🆂🅴🅻🅻

🅱🆄🆃 🆆🅴'🆁🅴 🅱🅵-🅵-🅵-🅵'🆂 🅵🅾🆁🅴🆅🅴🆁"

Over the next 36 years, Betelgeuse continued his business as a bio-exorcist. Eventually he was allowed to return to Netherworld and became the manager of the Afterlife Call Center, using it as his own successful Bio-Exorcism business with dependents such as some skeleton women and multiple Shrinkers. One of the Shrinkers, Bob, would become his best friend and the most loyal person to him.

Be a male

Wear some type of stripes throughout your whole life

Have 1 child before you die at Adult (attempt to get rabies)

Leech off of your parents

Traits: Romance, Music Lover, Slob

Aspiration: Deviance

Have an ex-wife (child is from the ex-wife who HAS to be a spellcaster)

E̶l̶p̶h̶a̶b̶a̶

"̶L̶e̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶—̶I̶ ̶l̶o̶a̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶!̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶t̶t̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶r̶a̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶m̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶f̶l̶e̶s̶h̶ ̶b̶e̶g̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶r̶a̶w̶l̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶s̶i̶m̶p̶l̶e̶,̶ ̶u̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶l̶o̶a̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶!̶"̶

Elphaba Thropp is the protagonist in Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire, in its musical theater adaptation Wicked, and in the musical's upcoming two-part film adaptation. 

Be a female

Wear some type of mix of green and black

Become a scientist

Traits: Bookworm, Music Lover, Hot-headed

Aspiration: Knowledge

Have an adopted child with no significant other

T̶h̶e̶ ̶W̶i̶z̶a̶r̶d̶

"̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶e̶n̶t̶i̶m̶e̶n̶t̶a̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶W̶h̶o̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶T̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ T̶o̶ ̶t̶r̶e̶a̶t̶ ̶e̶a̶c̶h̶ ̶c̶i̶t̶i̶z̶e̶n̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶O̶z̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶d̶a̶u̶g̶h̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶S̶o̶ ̶E̶l̶p̶h̶a̶b̶a̶,̶ ̶I̶'̶d̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶r̶a̶i̶s̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶i̶g̶h̶ C̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶l̶y̶ ̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶a̶s̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶o̶w̶s̶ ̶M̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶a̶l̶ ̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶s̶e̶n̶t̶i̶m̶e̶n̶t̶a̶l̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶"̶

The Wizard is the main antagonist in the Broadway musical, Wicked. He is a humbug ruler who uses deceit and trickery to hide his own mortal shortcomings.

Be a male

Be an Entertainer

Traits: Music Lover, Self-Absorbed, Genius

Aspiration: Knowledge

Build a wizard-like house and if you want, restart the gen with this sim!

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The c!Primetober prompt list is now officially uploaded!

Below the cut will be a list of all the prompts separate from the image.

N.1 It’s not kidnapping if you make the rules Kidnapping | Gaslighting | “You’ll do what I say”

N.2 Smiley Face Scars | Physical abuse | Body dysmorphia

N.3 Stalker’s Tango Stalking | “You’re like a little bug” | Scopophobia

N.4 With friends like this… Verbal abuse | Fighting | Destruction of property

N.5 Life by the Sea Drowning | Puking | Sick fic

N.6 You are an Obsession “I am your Possession” | Obsession | Intrusive thoughts

N.7 Alone in the universe Autophobia | Isolation | Weaponizing abandonment issues

N.8 Highway to Hell Staring at lava | Hyperthermia | Standing on a ledge

N.9 Slumber Party Watching someone sleep | Possessiveness | Murder fantasy

N.10 I always feel like somebody’s watching me… Hallucinations | “Who’s playing tricks on me?” | Ghosts

N.11 Once upon a Dreamon Demonic possession | Rituals | Deal with the Devil

N.12 Epistolary Exchange Letters | Old friends | Sabotage

N.13 Stop twisting the knife in the wound! Blood | Crying | Axe wounds

N.14 Hide and Seek Chase | Taunting | “You can’t run forever”

N.15 It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to Cake | Broken promises | Party of two

N.16 Death is not the end “We could be immortal together” | Death | Revival

N.17 Teach them the true meaning of Obedience Cult | Worship | Brainwashing

N.18 Face your Fears Exposure therapy | Phobias | Trap

N.19 Every Color of the Rainbow Blood loss | Bruises | Chocking

N.20 A fate worse than dying… Torture | Grief | Chronic pain

N.21 Confession Booth Religious guilt | Sacrifice | Low reputation

N.22 Glory through Toil Insomnia | Day and night | Square one

N.23 Nature’s Boon Infection | Poisonous plant | Steep cliff

N.24 Diseased Heart Lying | Palpitations | Lost cause

N.25 Gift from Below Pit | Broken bone | Bugs and worms N.26 What is precious Hostage | Unfair trade | Life on the line

N.27 Unwelcome Gifts Writing on the walls | Audio recording | Body part

N.28 Spiderweb Restraints | Spiders | “I’m playing with my food”

N.29 Another one bites the dust Murder | Fainting | Loss of hope

N.30 Let’s go out with a Bang Explosives | Secrets | “Why don’t you get in the hole too?”

N.31 Theseus come down, won’t you get up off the roof? Suicidal thoughts | Dirt pillar | Breaking free of conditioning

[silverskye13]

It should be illegal how many songs I listen to that remind me of your guys

This December by Rickey Montgomery-- Tanguish and Helskight

Lemonboy by Cavetown-- Tanguish and Helskinght again, with HK being the titular lemon boy, and the specific line "it turns out your friends are more of the savory type" being Tango and Wels

Do it for Her/Do it for Him from Steven Universe-- Martyn instructing Tanguish on knife fighting

Pretty sure you've got a public playlist for them somewhere? Maybe not, I haven't checked it either way so it would be really funny if these were repeats lol

In an odd twist of fate, I don't think any of these are on the RnS playlist? I thought maybe Lemon Boy might be, but it's on just about every playlist I own except that one.

Do it for Her/Do it for Him is definitely a Martyn/Tanguish vibe.

I have never listened to This December, but Rickey Montgomery never misses, so I'm putting tht one on my to-listen-to list.

Thank you for the song suggestions!

For the playlist, I do have a public one! They are linked here. I also have this linked on my caard, since off-site links don't show up on Tumblr searches, fun fact :')

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

actually hold on there’s enough poll options for this.

every single soulmate pair in double life had some crazy twist of fate attached to them in some way. from teammates in past lives to people who’d never spoken but were perfect matches.

to be abundantly clear. this is not your Favorite. but the one that you look at and go “literally WHAT god put those two together”.

[fifthramiel]

i've learnt what the "dutch angle is" and my art will never be the same thank you t b skyen. i will do my best to finish this artwork but it will be a struggle. inspired by the league splash art for "tango evelynn and twisted fate" it fits their dynamic so much!!! aaaaaaaa!!

[anxietygremlin7]

The Void

Jimmy and Tango angsting(that's a verb now, you're welcome) in the afterlife/void after Double Life. (Have fun, this one hurts) (Enchanting Table text translations at the end) (This fic is loosely based on the song Canary in a Coal Mine by the Crane Wives (their discography is literally just the life series at this point)) 1.4k words

AO3 link if you prefer:

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Before the pain even fully fades away, while red still stains his eyes, and the cracks in his bones are still healing, Jimmy is already shouting.

“It’s all my fault!” His voice is loud, ringing out through the dark emptiness of the afterlife. The darkness steals the sound, traps the song of anger in its blackness. 

“Why!” Jimmy shouts. He turns his eyes up to what must be the sky, though everything around him is the same pitch-black, life draining, darkness. “What did I do this time!”

He hears nothing back from the abyss, he wasn't expecting a response anyways. The Watchers never explain themselves, they’re above that, above the players of their death games, their coal mines, above their Canary.

“It wasn’t just me this time!” He’s louder than before, angry, red, red like his love, like the fire of his soulmate. “Tango too! What did he do to deserve this…” Jimmy trails off, pausing for a moment as the darkness swallows his cries, “What did he do to get me as a soulmate?” He asks this more to himself than any ethereal being currently watching him. 

Why was such a beautiful, fiery, loud, smart person, paired with this little Canary? Why did the fire burn brighter? Why did the Canary learn to sing a song of heat, pain, death…warmth, love, beauty? Why did the Canary fall for the fire, its warmth, its heat? Why put that fire in the coal mine? The Canary was bound to sense it soon enough. Bound to die, warning the others. This was bound to end in pain, in heat, in fire. The coal mine was bound to burn, killing everyone in it.

Jimmy takes a breath.

And then he breaks.

Some part of Jimmy, right then and there, finally cracks, and unlike his bones broken by the Enderman, this isn’t going to heal through the magic of a respawn. 

He crumbles, falling to his knees in the soul-draining darkness.

And then he cries.

He cries for his soulmate who doesn’t know why they died. He cries for the Ranch and all of the animals that now must fend for themselves in that unruly world. He cries about the unfairness of it all. He cries for the taste of a happy life with his soulmate he got to live for only a few months. He cries about the Watchers and their death games, which time and time again, take everything from him. And last of all, he cries for himself, Canary in a coal mine, always destined to die first as a warning to the others, for what’s about to come.

Jimmy cries for a long time. It could be hours, days, months, even years, time is irrelevant in this place. His tears do nothing to bring him back, back into the warm arms of his soulmate, the oak walls of their Ranch, the heat from the sun in their fields, the company of his Rancher. He’s stuck. Stuck in a world of darkness and misery and abyss. A world that steals his song, that takes his flight, that takes all of him, and sucks it into darkness for fun.

And it hurts. It hurts more than any of the other death games he’s been a part of. Because this time he knows he caused another's death, someone who he loved not just because of the physical tie between their souls but because of the tie created between their hearts. It hurts because Jimmy loved Tango, and somehow, in some strange twist of fate, Tango loved Jimmy too.

That's the worst part, isn’t it? That somehow Jimmy managed to find someone who loved him with all of their being, someone who wasn't afraid to show that love, someone who didn’t make fun of him or goad him, someone who Jimmy loved with his whole heart. And because of Jimmy, and because of the bond between their souls, that someone is dead, Tango is dead. And Jimmy has no way to see him ever again, not until the next death game.

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Before the pain even fully fades away, while red still stains his eyes, and the cracks in his bones are still healing, Tango is already looking.

“Jimmy?” He calls into the soul-draining darkness. The sound seems to get absorbed into the void, stealing it from his lips the second he opens them. Tango hears no response, barely even hears the words leave his own mouth. 

Tango takes a step, the void under him acting like a floor should, despite the lack of an actual floor. He steps again, more confident now. He’s going to find Jimmy if it’s the last thing he does.

“I’m comin’ for ya Rancher Buddy,” Tango mutters. He continues to walk, not going any faster for the fear of somehow misstepping and being forever lost to the void. 

He walks for what could be hours, days, months, maybe even years, time is irrelevant in this void of nothingness.

But then he hears it, cries in the distance. He could recognize the sound of his Rancher anywhere. 

And Tango runs.

“Jimmy!” Tango shouts once he spots him curled up on the floor. Jimmy looks up, eyes watery and tear-tracks on his face. Despite his disheveled state, Tango's first thought, as it always has been from the first moment he saw Jimmy, is, ‘He’s beautiful’.

“Tango?” Jimmy asks, voice sounding absolutely broken. He sniffs, tears still falling down his face.

“Hey Rancher Buddy.” Tango kneels down on the floor. 

“What’re you doin’ here?” Jimmy asks, still in disbelief.

“I came to find you.”

“Why?” Jimmy’s voice breaks on the word. The one question he’s been wanting to ask for months. It’s more than just this moment, it’s more than just today, it’s the whole time. Why did Tango stay with Jimmy even though he knows that Jimmy always dies first? Why did Tango build a life with him? Why did Tango choose him?

“Because for some stupid reason that I don’t understand, I love you,” and Tango means it, Jimmy can tell. And for right now, that’s enough, just to hear it is enough. 

And Jimmy crumbles again except this time, he has his Rancher to fall into.

Jimmy falls, and Tango catches him, holding him in his arms. Jimmy clutches Tango, burying his head in Tango’s shoulder and crying. And Tango just holds him, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s shoulder and putting his head on top of Jimmy’s.

And as Jimmy continues to cry, Tango begins to as well. This is the last moment he’ll get with his Rancher before they’re separated for who knows how long. This is the last moment where they’re the Ranchers. The last moment where they’re Jimmy and Tango. The last moment where they get to be in love.

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From the darkness They watch. It’s in Their name afterall, the Watchers. They watch two boys, nothing but children in the mass expanse of the universe, hold each other and cry. And They feel nothing. They were made to feel nothing. They were just made to watch. And watch They do.

They watch for a while, soon growing bored with the lack of death and hurt, bored by dullness of comfort.

“y𝙹⚍ '∷ᒷ still dead,” They whisper into the darkness, the sound carrying through the void.

The two boys look up. The boys don’t know much about Them, the boys are scared, this makes Them happy.

“||ᒷ!¡.Still dead,” They say again, voice(s) still carrying through the darkness.

“!¡ᔑリᓵᔑꖌᒷᓭ!” They shout. The boys look confused at this, seeing as there are no words in the language the boy’s speak. The speaker of the word, part of Them, is scolded for the outburst.

“You’re still here?” They ask the boys, voice(s) booming in the silence.

“It’s over. y𝙹⚍ '∷ᒷ 𝙹⍊ᒷ∷.” They’re right, it’s done now. There will be another death game, They enjoy it too much for this to be the end, but this game, this pair, it’s done now, it’s over.

“Go home.” It’s whispered, Their voice(s) still loud in the deafening quiet of the void.

“Go. wᒷ'ꖎꖎ ᓭᒷᒷ ||𝙹⚍  ᔑ ⊣ᔑ╎リ ᓭ𝙹𝙹リ.” And with that, the boys begin to fade, still clutching each other, still hoping for some twist of fate to keep them together for just another moment.

“Jimmy,” begins one, “I love you, remember that…please...for me.”

“I won’t forget Tango, my Rancher, my soulmate, I love you too…don’t forget that either.”

And then they fade, returning to their disconnected lives, not knowing when they’ll see each other again.

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Hopefully you enjoyed that cause I enjoyed writing it :) (What are characters if not vessels for me to write heartbreaking angst?) (I swear I can actually write happy things, I will eventually)

Enchanting Table Text: 1. You’re 2. Yep 3. Pancakes 4. You’re over 5. We’ll see you again soon

Anyways, see ya when I see ya!