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estapa-edwards · 9 months ago

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CAPTIVATED - N. HISCHIER

paring: Nico Hischier x reader

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requested? yes - nico having fallen in love with a girl he saw dancing on a stage one day… what he didn’t know was it was his new teammates little sister timo

warnings: use of y/n.

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As the pulsating rhythm of the arena music reverberated through the air, I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The spotlight illuminated the stage, casting shadows that danced around me as I moved to the beat. Each step, each twirl was a symphony of motion, a celebration of life in its purest form. Little did I know that amidst the cheering crowd and flashing lights, destiny was about to weave its intricate threads around my heart.

I live for the thrill of the dance. But on that fateful night, as I lost myself in the music, little did I realize that my world was about to collide with that of Nico Hischier, the captain of the New Jersey Devils.

Nico was more than just a hockey player; he was the epitome of leadership and dedication. His presence on the ice commanded respect, his determination driving the team forward even in the face of adversity. And yet, beneath that steely exterior, there was a warmth in his eyes that spoke of kindness and compassion.

As fate would have it, Nico found himself in the audience that night, drawn to the spectacle unfolding on stage. And amidst the sea of faces, his gaze found mine, locking in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. In that instant, I felt a connection—a spark of recognition that transcended words.

For Nico, it was like being struck by lightning—a sudden jolt of electricity that sent his heart into a frenzy. He had seen many beautiful sights in his life, but none had captivated him quite like the girl on stage. Little did he know that she would soon become more than just a fleeting memory.

After the performance, Nico found himself unable to shake the image of the mysterious dancer from his mind. He knew he had to find her, to unravel the enigma that had taken hold of his thoughts. And so, with determination in his heart, he set out to discover the identity of the girl who had stolen his breath away

Nico's quest to find the mysterious dancer consumed his thoughts day and night. Despite scouring social media platforms and reaching out to friends and acquaintances, he found himself hitting dead ends at every turn. The enigma of the girl who had captivated him remained unsolved, a puzzle that seemed destined to elude him.

Days turned into weeks, and still, Nico's search yielded no results. Doubt began to creep into his mind, whispering words of frustration and despair. Perhaps she was just a figment of his imagination, a fleeting illusion that had vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

But just when Nico was on the brink of giving up hope, fate intervened in the most unexpected of ways. It was a typical day at practice for the Devils, the sound of skates slicing through the ice echoing through the arena. Nico was lost in the rhythm of the game, his mind focused on the task at hand, when suddenly, he saw her.

There, standing on the sidelines, was the girl from his dreams—the mysterious dancer who had haunted his thoughts for weeks on end. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Nico's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't believe his eyes, couldn't comprehend the reality of what he was seeing. As Nico's gaze fixated on the familiar figure approaching Timo, confusion mingled with disbelief. It was as though the universe had conspired to bring her into his path once again, yet the circumstances left him utterly bewildered.

Timo's expression lit up as he embraced the approaching girl, a smile stretching across his face. It was a sight that Nico couldn't tear his eyes away from, his mind racing to make sense of the unexpected encounter.

In that moment, a torrent of emotions surged through Nico's veins—hope, disbelief, and a profound sense of longing. He wanted to reach out to her, to bridge the gap that separated them, but uncertainty held him back.

As Timo and the girl engaged in animated conversation, Nico observed from a distance, his heart heavy with unspoken questions. Who was she to Timo? How had their paths crossed once more? And most importantly, why did she feel so familiar, as though she had been a part of his life all along?

Despite the flood of uncertainty that threatened to overwhelm him, Nico couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing him towards her. With each step she took, she seemed to come alive in his mind—a vision of beauty and grace that left him breathless.

And as he watched her laugh and smile, a flicker of recognition sparked in Nico's heart. It was as though he had known her all along, as though their souls were intertwined in a dance as old as time itself.

With determination burning in his veins, Nico made his way towards Timo and the girl, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous space of the arena. He knew that he couldn't let this opportunity slip away—that fate had brought them together once more for a reason.

As he approached, Timo turned to greet him with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey, Nico! I want you to meet someone special," he said, gesturing towards the girl at his side.

Nico's heart skipped a beat as he met her gaze, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with startling clarity. She was the girl from his dreams—the mysterious dancer who had captured his heart with a single glance.

“Nico, this is my sister, Y/n.”

As Timo uttered those words, everything seemed to click into place for Nico. The pieces of the puzzle finally fell into alignment, and he found himself staring at Y/N with a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Y/N," he repeated her name, the syllables rolling off his tongue with a sense of familiarity that sent shivers down his spine. It was as though he had known her all along, as though she had been the missing piece of his life's puzzle.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as she met Nico's gaze, a flicker of recognition passing between them. It was a moment of profound revelation—a realization that their paths had been destined to intertwine from the very beginning.

For Nico, it was as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders—a burden of uncertainty and doubt that had plagued him for weeks on end. Here, in front of him, stood the girl who had captured his heart with a single glance, his soulmate in every sense of the word.

As they stood there, bathed in the glow of the arena lights, a sense of peace settled over Nico's heart. He knew that he had finally found what he had been searching for.

As Timo introduced her to Nico, Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't deny the rush of excitement and nervousness that surged through her veins at the sight of the captain of the New Jersey Devils standing before her. But as she looked into Nico's eyes, something shifted within her—a sense of familiarity and connection that she couldn't quite explain.

When Nico repeated her name, Y/N felt a jolt of recognition shoot through her, as though she had been waiting for him her entire life. His voice was like music to her ears, resonating deep within her soul with a sense of belonging that she had never known before.

As their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them—a shared recognition of the bond that bound their hearts together. It was as though they had known each other in another lifetime, their souls drawn together by an invisible thread that refused to be broken.

In that moment, Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders—a burden of loneliness and longing that had weighed her down for far too long. Here, in front of her, stood Nico Hischier, the man who had captured her heart with a single glance, her soulmate in every sense of the word.

As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the arena lights, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her heart. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she had finally found what she had been searching for—a love that transcended time and space, a love that would endure for all eternity.

#hockey #nhl x reader #new jersey devils #nj devils #nico hischer x reader #umich hockey #nico hischier

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visionsoffutile · 5 months ago

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First day chapter 2:

Chapter 1 chapter 3

The first day of junior year always came with a mix of excitement and dread. You were still thinking about that encounter at the music store, even though you’d tried to push it out of your mind. Regina George had a way of getting under your skin, lingering in your thoughts like an unsolved mystery.

The school halls were buzzing with energy as you made your way to first period, trying to blend in. Everyone was in their own cliques, already picking up where they left off last year. The rich scent of new textbooks, freshly waxed floors, and overly sweet perfume filled the air. You couldn’t shake the sense that this year would be different—more complicated.

Gym class was your last period of the day. You hated gym. It was the one class where you couldn’t hide in the back or avoid social interaction. You entered the gym, the familiar smell of rubber and sweat instantly making you wish the day was over already. But as you scanned the room for a quiet corner, your heart skipped a beat.

Regina George.

She stood across the gym, talking to her friends. It was like seeing her in that music store all over again—only this time, she wasn’t a customer, she was Regina George: Queen of North Shore High. Her flawless blonde hair was pulled into a perfect ponytail, and her gym clothes somehow managed to look designer.

You tried to keep your distance, but it was impossible not to glance her way every few seconds. You told yourself it was because you were still confused about what had happened in the store. Was she playing a game? Or did she really seem interested?

Then, it happened. Regina’s eyes landed on you. It was just a split second, but you knew she recognized you. Her lips curved into a smirk, and she said something to her friends, who all turned to look at you. You quickly averted your gaze, pretending to stretch or focus on anything else, but your body was tense, waiting for what would come next.

“Y/N,” a voice drawled, and you froze.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Regina.

Slowly, you turned to face her. She stood there with that same self-assured smile she wore at the music store. Her friends flanked her, whispering behind their hands.

“Well, well, well,” she began, tilting her head as if she were examining a puzzle. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Uh, yeah, well... gym class,” you replied awkwardly, trying to sound casual but feeling anything but. “It’s mandatory.”

Regina chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to carry more meaning than the simple laugh it was. Her friends giggled too, but Regina waved them off, still focused on you.

“So, how’s life in the music store?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Any more record recommendations?”

You felt your face heat up, memories of her teasing words from the store replaying in your head. Was she trying to be nice? Or was this some twisted social experiment?

“It’s fine,” you said, trying to remain cool. “Busy.”

“Hmm.” Regina’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, then she gave a shrug. “Well, I’m sure we’ll see each other around.”

Before you could respond, she turned back to her friends, her attention already drifting elsewhere. But as she walked away, she shot you one last glance over her shoulder, that familiar smirk playing on her lips.

Your heart was still racing long after she left. What did that mean? Why did she keep coming back into your orbit? And, more importantly, why did part of you want her to?

Junior year had officially begun, and if Regina George was part of it, things were going to get a lot more interesting—whether you liked it or not.

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#regina george x reader #renee rapp x reader #regina george #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #Spotify

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ecofear · 18 days ago

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ninesparrowsoftroy · 10 days ago

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To Snakes and Stone | Ominis Gaunt | 2.8k | Part I | Part II

Summary: In which Ominis is persuaded to open the Scriptorium for his closest friend and in doing so is faced with the horrors of his childhood.

Things to note prior to proceeding: this is meant to be a very short series. It is an x reader, however it is a slower romance and is more an exploration into the mind of Ominis. That being said, there is no distinction of the reader’s name, they are purely referred too as ‘the girl’ and ‘she/her’ to create an open and interpretive character in the story. Read the tags!

Water dripped from above, the melodic thrum of each droplet collapsing against the stone floor a reminder of the labyrinthine school above. There were classrooms, cabinets, tile floors and spiral staircases, students who were all but ignorant of the damp, barren halls hidden beneath their feet. Hogwarts, he knew, held many secrets in his walls but this had been one he’d hoped to never discover. It might have been easier for him if he were to let it remain a whisper amongst his family, a mystery better left unsolved no matter how much grief grasped at it. From somewhere in between the cracks of the carved out walls a draft drifted into the space, cold and unyielding in its frost kissed touch.

The farther they descended down this spiral of riddles and shifting stone the colder it became, the slow drop in temperature something that Ominis took a keen notice too. Unlike the common room of his house, this was a cold that pinched at his skin, a needle being poked in his skin in sporadic and uncontrolled speeds. Sometimes it would attack him at once, prickling the exposed skin of his neck causing him to flinch away from it. Other times it crawled over him at an unnoticeable pace, the volume of an orchestra growing in strength and in power until it drowns out all other sound and feeling in the room.

‘Over here,’ Sebastian’s voice strung itself in the air, drowned with the same curious excitement that led him to places Ominis preferred to keep distant from. The freckled boy wasn’t far but he surely wasn’t any closer than he had been prior, ‘I think I’ve found something.’

The cacophony of footsteps that followed Sebastians voice carried itself in the cold air, bouncing off the narrow walls and the distributing the small puddles that had formed in dents in the floor. The familiar pull of his wand enveloped his arm, faint yet forceful enough to direct and bring him to place a few steps away from where Sebastian stood. The trail of footsteps moved past Ominis, continuing on till the sound of them stopped on the other side of the boy. Though there was little change in the physical world around him, there was a discomforting heaviness to the new area, a pressure resting itself on his chest and weighing like lead over his sternum. It felt suffocating, tighter even. Ominis brought his hand to his side, the pulse of the pine-wood wand growing softer as it lay idle against within his hold.

Unlike the walls enclosing them into the chamber, this one resembled an arched stained-glass window, like the ones in the Great Hall only carved into the physical stone. There was no figurehead in the center nor portrait of a dark witch or wizard to free them, only a coiled snake sitting in on itself, watching with a lifeless scrutiny.

‘What is it?’

‘A wall.’

‘Very helpful, Sebastian.’

‘No, he’s serious,’ Her voice came in a sudden wave. It shared the curiosity that consumed Sebastian’s but within the limits of reason which he quite liked. Yet it was far more volatile than his or Sebastian’s: wind that would swell in anger and destroy even the soundest of structures, yet capable of embracing and breathing life even into the lifeless. Her voice grew clearer as he assumed she turned her gaze to him, ‘there are markings all over it. Ancient runes I think but I can’t be sure, and there’s also-.’

‘A snake.’ Sebastian interjected, kneeling down to run his palm against the stone-scales.

‘Yes, there’s also a snake.’

The brunet gave little regard to her glare, ’Do you suppose it’s another door?’

‘It’s possible.’

‘Ominis do you hear anything?’

All attention was then turned to the blond, an expectant and anticipatory weight coming over him at the question. His lips thinned out, a distasteful dryness filling his mouth. Harmless though the question was, there was no denying nor avoiding the bitter pit it stirred in his stomach. He could feel them watching him, waiting for him to become the bridge that was so sorely necessary to continue on their path. He hated it, truly, he did.

‘No. I don’t hear anything, why would I?’

‘It’s a snake statue.’

‘So?’

The response seemed enough to abandon Sebastian’s attention, the freckled boy turning back to the stone carvings with a reverberating hum. Thoughtful, albeit challenged.

‘Could a charm unlock it?’

‘Depends on the charm.’

‘An unlocking one?’

‘You need a lock to use an unlocking charm Sebastian.’

‘A revealing one then.’

‘I doubt Salazar Slytherin would have made it that easy.’ Ominis pointed, a frown painted over his features.

A breath of silence fell over them. No ideas spared, and any attempt at proposing another solution being dissolved before it even had a chance to be uttered. Any idea was quickly thrown and deemed too easy or too juvenile. Blasting the wall with an impact spell? A brute display of force that very well might bring down the ceiling with the wall. Attempting an opening or unlocking charm? There was little guarantee the wall truly was a door, and if so there were no latches or locks to cast upon.

‘Perhaps we’ve missed something.’ The heel of her boot dug mistakenly into the puddle beneath her, the reflection of dripping stone disrupted and distorted by her unknowing assault. Her once confident steps found a quick, desperate succession of lost balance. The body betraying its equilibrium while gravity grasped desperately at it, beckoning its violent descent to the floor. Her palm skittered over the wall, flesh opening against broken stone.

The hiss that followed her was not her own; not to Ominis. What had been a hiss of pain fleeing from her lips had morphed into one of a crueler pitch. It shook in the air, vibrating until it no longer resembled her voice but something deafening, serpentine, consuming him from every corner of the room. He could feel it moving beneath his fingers, thrumming deep within his ears, syllables woven together in a whistled breath.

‘Dirty.’ The sound drummed from somewhere within his bones, burrowing into the cartilage as it were part of him. ‘Filthy.’ The word was serrated in the air, sharper than any curse that could be uttered. ‘Tainted.’ Each syllable biting into him, piercing and blanketing all at once, a vicious embrace.

‘Bloody hell, are you all right?’

Everything grew quiet, Sebastian’s voice crushingly sharp in the absence of noise. Somewhere in front of Ominis another droplet of water fell from a crack between the ceiling, colliding against the toe of his shoe.

‘I’m fine, I just lost my balance.’

‘And cut open your hand.’

‘It’s not anything serious.’

A scoff left Sebastian, ‘Your definition of serious is far different than mine if that’s the case.’

‘Really it’s nothing—‘

‘It’s blood.’

Both eyed turned to him. Sebastian spoke first.

‘Yes Ominis, oddly enough that’s what’s underneath your skin when you get cut.’

‘No, you idiot; blood is the answer to the wall.’

‘What?’

‘How do you know?’

‘I heard it.’

‘So you did hear something! Honestly I’m hurt you’d lie to me Ominis.’

‘I was not. I only heard something when she cut her hand.’

The remark on Sebastian’s lip was quickly cut before he could even sound out the first syllable.

‘What did it say?’

The conviction in her voice stopped him.

The words, though cruel, were not his own, so why was it so difficult to repeat them? It was well known that Salazar was a blood purist, the answer very well should have been obvious the moment they came before the wall. Yet it felt discomforting, standing there, knowing the objective answer to their question but being unwilling and unable to translate it. How could he do it without feeling as if it were his thoughts and his words? He was, after all, a boy with centuries of cruelty and prejudice threaded into the marrow of his bones, opinions that had been passed from generation to generation that became the spoken truth the moment he learned to speak. Of the three of them standing in that cold, damp chamber it would be him who would come to these sort of answers and it stirred something rancid in his stomach.

‘Ominis?’

He failed to realize just how long he had been silent. In his hand his wand gave a small pulse, its faint pressure reminding him of the girl sitting in front of him.

‘If I’m right,’ He began, trepidation lining his words, ‘the wall is only accessed through blood.’

‘Should be simple enough, she’s already bleeding so we can just—‘

‘No. It doesn’t work like that.’

It came out harsher than he had intended, instinct and habit possessing his tongue as the remark spilled past any barrier of hesitancy. They were all incisive enough to know what he was saying, the truth lingering in the space between the words. He hadn’t any need to physically see them to know the slow fall of ignorance from their faces. How any form of Sebastians reckless curiosity or her own intrigue vanished beneath the stoicism of cold realization. Ominis sighed.

‘It has to be someone with pure blood.’

‘Someone like you.’

He attempted to shield the wince that overcame him at the sudden force of her voice, the way it wrapped around him and struck like a knife between his shoulder blades. Someone like him, who came from a line of “purified and noble” wizards, whose every breath came from an intricate tapestry of breeding.

‘Someone like me.’ He repeated back to her, something in his voice far more distant than it had been before.

Sebastian stood, his hand finding purchase on Ominis’ tense one, the touch startling yet not wholly unfamiliar. It was the one that Sebastian had often used when attempting to persuade the blond into some unruly excursion or to lighten the circumstance when he received a rather harrowing and cryptic letter from his parents. The hold firm, grounding, telling Ominis that there was someone there beyond the dark, yet light enough to be recoiled back at a moment’s notice. He could hear the glint of a dangerous smile in Sebastian’s voice.

‘Shouldn’t be too bad Ominis. At least now you can finally prove you’re one of a kind.’

Despite it all, he rolled his eyes, secretly grateful for the normalcy of the joke.

‘I’m already one of a kind.’

‘I’d save that attitude for the wall, let it speak for you.’

There was no faltering the slight etch of a curve on his lip at the conversation, a fleeting blanket of escape falling over him before being ripped away. Sebastian’s hand slipped off his shoulder, the faint clicks of feet ebbing their way back giving him enough of an incentive to know it was entirely left to him. Like the flicker of heat licking at the bare skin of an arm or leg from a flame, Ominis had the short instinct to refuse, to step back and turn on his heel, demanding they leave and never turn back. He’d shut the scriptorium door and return to his dormitory as if nothing had happened and the floors and walls of Hogwarts were just as they were before: familiar and well-known.

But then he thought of his Aunt. The warm memory of who she had been in his idolized and child-like mind. The soft melody of her voice as she described to him the color of the tree in the manor garden, the twisted branches of a nearby shrub, the way his own hair resembled the cold-light of the moon as it hung itself in the dark sky, shining despite all its darkness. How she had been the first person to find him, curled on the tile floor of the manor corridor, his skin still prickling with an invisible agony he couldn’t scratch away. The brush of her fingertips over his wrist as she pried his hands away from his body, palms and fingertips shaded a violent crimson from where he’d held his hands before him as the curse crackled and hurtled itself to him.

What it had felt like when she no longer appeared in the garden, how silent and colorless the world had become as the elm tree lost its leaves and the shrubs withered. Loneliness, he discovered in the cold halls of his home, was the one color she had failed to teach him.

Ominis brought the tip of his wand to his left palm, holding it just barely below his knuckle.

‘Diffindo.’ He whispered, the pine-wood of his wand cracking as the pressure morphed into something sharper. The pain grew more refined as he slid it against his hand, the feel of skin tearing from skin, peeling away layer after layer until the warmth of his blood began to seep from the cut and into the creases of his palm. His fingers curled inward, an inherent motion to staunch the bleeding even though it had been his own hand that had caused it. When the line had been drawn from one end of his hand to the other his wand withdrew its force, the sting morphing into something weightless and familiar.

His features settled into a dark resignation, the wall offering nothing but a frigid greeting to his approach. From somewhere deep within the stone a guttural sound pulled itself towards his hand, the press of his touch sparking a wave of noise that drummed in his ear. There came a hiss, coiling and spreading through air around him until he could feel it thrumming beneath his hand and feet. Then, as blood dripped and stained the stone of the wall, the chiseled scales under his fingers began to move. A sickening groan moved through the room as the once lifeless and graven snake crackled to life, stone scratching against stone with each coil of its body.

His hand long since retreated to his side by the time he stepped back, the room opening as the snake stretched its carved body. The floor trembled beneath them all, the arch of the wall splintering, concaving onto itself as it drew back, revealing the short, lightless corridor that lay behind it. The stone settled, a haunting quiet falling over the trio, the only sound remaining being the sporadic fall of blood dripping from Ominis’ hand.

‘I suppose the flair for dramatics is hereditary.’ Sebastian mused, warranting only a disgruntled groan from the blond and an even poorer effort of shielding her laugh behind a sound of disapproval from the girl.

‘Christ, Sebastian, don’t you have any semblance of etiquette in that thick head of yours?’

‘What? It’s not like I’m wrong.’

‘I make no comment.’ Ominis mumbled in turn, although his words always came off more enunciated even in a mumble.

He could hear Sebastian take a step forward, but before he could bring himself to follow suit he felt a tug at his sleeve. Something gentle but firm, his brows scrunching together as instinct brought him to turn towards what had grabbed at him. In a moment of muffled panic he had imagined it to be the snake statue, reaching out from its carved out frame and lurching towards him. But then he felt the warmth of skin pressing against his wrist, pulling his hand up from his side and out to the empty space in front of him.

There was a faint shifting of fabric, then the cold touch of wood against the damp center of his bloodied palm. He heard her voice, brought to a whisper with the movement of her wand. Where the cut had torn through his flesh, opening up the hot blood beneath it, there was now nothing but a numbing warmth, like when heat dances towards the skin of those sat before a fireplace. She let go of his hand.

‘There,’ Again he could hear the smile in her voice, the slight curve of the syllables, ‘Now we’ll have matching scars.’

‘It wasn’t deep enough to scar.’

Not that he would care if it had, it wouldn’t make much difference to him other than the feeling of it.

‘That’s not the point.’ The sound of fabric rustling came again as she tucked her wand into her pocket.

And before he had the chance to ask what her point truly was, she was gone, walking in a steady beat down the corridor where Sebastian’s voice grew starker with each step he took. Ominis ran a thumb over the healed skin, perfectly an incandescently smooth just as it had been. He took a breath, dropping both hands.

He dug into his pocket, pulling out the familiar shape of his wand, allowing its pull to wrap around his wrist and bring him forward, towards the shadowed hall. Ahead of him Sebastian and the girl moved in quick succession, their steps all at war with each other: Sebastian’s confident ones, the girls firm ones, and Ominis’ own.

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aspoonofsugar · 3 months ago

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Top 3 Oshi no Ko characters?

Hi!

Ruby Hoshino

Ruby's arc (which might very well end up in tragedy, I know) is by far my favorite. It stays on stand-by at the beginning, but when it kicks in, it starts rolling and it is imho the most powerful one. Ruby embracing her inner darkness is amazing on multiple levels.

On the one hand I love how good she is at manipulating people. She clearly inherited Hikaru's talent at this, far more than Aqua imho. The TV arc is basically Ruby foreshadowing Hikaru's whole modus operandi. She sets up a scandal, fixes it and comes up on top. She is so good nobody could really accuse her of anything either. She just makes use of people's flaws and personalities for her schemes. That is exactly what Hikaru does. She just has less nefarious goals in mind (more or less).

On the other hand the deep dive in her past as Sarina is the best part of the series. It is incredibly heartbreaking to see not only her pain at the hand of the illness, but her parents' abandonment too. Finally, Ruby's spiral ending, as she realizes Aqua is sensei is just a perfect catharsis to the whole situation.

Right now, we have to see how her story ends. I can think of 3 main possibilities:

Ruby keeps on being an idol to honor Aqua and Ai's sacrifice (not very sound thematically and kind of mediocre, but the whole ending is by this point- plus it would fit Ruby and Aqua's foiling)

Ruby stops being an idol and keeps on living normally (the most coherent positive ending, as it would show Aqua's sacrifice was pointless and selfish - still, I don't think we are going this path)

Ruby kills herself in what is the most tragic ending possible (it would fit with some set-up, like her unsolved idealizatioin of Aqua, which borders into incest, Crow's girl warnings to Aqua, etc. - but it would be gut wrenching tonally... that said Aqua's death did not fit the tone and set-up either, so...)

Probably we are going with the first option. Despite this possible lukewarm ending, I think Ruby will still be my favourite.

2. Hikaru Kamiki

Hikaru is a great villain and he deserved a better conclusion to his arc (either positive or negative), than the one he got, so that Aqua could have his sad pretty boy moment :P

Anyway, Hikaru embodies the anti-theme, as he loves wrong and is loved wrongly. I loved the exploration of his past, as an abusive victim. His spiral throughout the movie was gut-wrenching. Moreover, his ability to fool the twins and the readers by using the movie itself was great and it could have been such a cool set-up to a wonderful climax. I think we were robbed of a confrontation between him and Ruby to be honest. Not to talk about a final deep dive into his mind.

2. Ai Hoshino

Ai is on pair with Hikaru. Her arc is short, but wonderful and incredibly impactful. Hers is a perfectly written tragedy, with a powerful catharsis. What is more, her presence remains key throughout the whole story. In a sense, she is the heart of the series... which is why the ending shifting the focus on Aqua is disappointing... Sure, he and Ruby are the protagonists, but the conflict and main mystery and driving force of the story all lie within Ai. She is why people started reading/watching Oshi No Ko. The story should have ended with the answer to "who was Ai really?". (See, this is as if in Monster the climax decided to focus on Tenma's past in Japan instead than on Johan LOL...)

These are my top three. What about yours?

#dallina17 #oshi no ko #onk #asksfullofsugar #chain of favourites #ruby hoshino #hikaru kamiki #ai hoshino

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albinodino · 19 days ago

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Legendborn Chapters 7&8

uh oh im getting the itch to learn welsh again. someone call the senadd, i have a suggestion for their welsh revitalisation efforts

first lore drop!! and we get it in a little social game between bree and nick whose dynamic is already making me twirl my hair teehee

"Visuals do help." i'd say nick is coming on strong but bree says his smile is 'warmth and sunlight and summer' in the same paragraph so they're both as bad as each other

i've been pronouncing aether with an a sound like in play, but i think it might actually be eether like the classical element. how is everyone else pronouncing it?

i love love love the aether signatures, such a cool way to give an insight into the characters before you even meet them

"Alas, some mysteries must remain forever unsolved." sel living up to the merlin name by speaking like a wizened old man

"You need help." *leaves* alice. girl.

#legendborn #tlc reread 2025 #dino reads tlc #the legendborn cycle

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nvexe · 29 days ago

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MY TOP TEN GAMES OF 2024

1. Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

2010 // played on DSi

Just play it. Timeless perfection.

2. Zero Escape: Zero Time Dilemma

2016 // played on 3DS

Definitely not for everyone and has its flaws but I absolutely loved it. Worth slogging through the second game for. Pretty bloody.

3. Baldur's Gate 3

2023 // played on PC

Really felt like playing a TTRPG. Hard to understand the freedom you have in this game until you play it.

4. Professor Layton and the Curious Village

2007 // played on DSi

I've already played the second and third games, but this was the first time for this one. The story isn't as fantastical but the puzzle difficulty is just right.

5. No Case Should Remain Unsolved

2024 // played on PC

A different type of text-based crime mystery game. Short and precise. Excellent.

6. Helltaker

2020 // played on PC

Simple and effective puzzle design with excellent character designs and art style. Wholesome fun with demon girls.

7. Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

2023 // played on PC

Isn't really able to deliver on its key concepts but it's really nice to play a visual novel that's trying some new things.

8. Silent Hill

1999 // played on PS1 emulator

Not really my type of game so I couldn't appreciate it fully, but it was easy to see how it launched the series. Made me eager to try playing horror games.

9. Horizon: Forbidden West

2022 // played on PS4

Very good but the first is still peak. Adds some really fun things but mostly more of the same. I platted the first but don't think I'll plat this.

10. Tiny Glade

2024 // played on PC

I like ducks and sheep.

#nvexe wrapped lol #video games #2024 #ghost trick #zero time dilemma #baldur's gate 3 #nvtxt

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lollystocks · 9 months ago

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The Strange Case of Amity Park

So, the facts are these:

On April 12th, 2004, Annabelle Louise Robb goes missing during morning recess at Saleham Elementary, Illinois.

“No one realized until we were taking registration after recess, and she wasn't, just wasn't there. We were all calling for her, all over the playground- the panic, the panic actually didn't set in for a while.”

It's her tenth birthday.

Seven weeks later, another young child disappears from their bedroom, just a half-mile away from Saleham Elementary. Their name is not a matter of public record.

“We all of us in the town immediately knew something was up, that this wasn't no coincidence, cos things had been happenin’ for a while, things that made no goddamn sense. We'd been paying attention see, and this whole thing didn't start with the Robb girl, though outta-towners’d been calling us crazy.”

“Actually the curfews and all that, the paranoia, that started after little J- ahem, after the second kid. The cops needed three for a pattern, but not us.”

...

Over the next three years, a further twelve children vanish from the small town of Amity Park, Illinois, all under mysterious circumstances. No suspicious figures spotted, no signs of a struggle or forced entry, and no connection between the victims - other than that none was over seventeen.

“It was misery. Pure misery. We couldn't do anything to, to protect them. They were taken from locked rooms, from crowds, anywhere. Anyone's eyes left for a second’n they'd be gone. I barely slept those years. The whole town got sick from stress.”

Listeners might label this a classic case of serial murder or kidnapping, and officially, that's what it is - an unsolved case, of an unidentified subject taking kids.

But the official account fails to tell you the complete story.

“Amity Sheriff's Office does not provide comment on cold cases, now for the last time, please simply consult the official contemporary paperwork housed in the county library. Good day.”

“You have reached the answerphone of Amity Park Public Library. Please leave your message after the tone. You have reached the a̷͓͝n̷̪̣̾́s̸̗̎w̷̧͇̍ẹ̵̄͆͜r̶̨̬̊͝ṕ̴̢̝̓ẖ̵͛o̵͍͂͠n̸̫̍̓ĕ̵̫ of Amity Park Pu̴̮͚͝b̴̙͚̋lic Library. Please leave.”

…

Here's another fact - of the fourteen taken children, nine were found, all alive. Some within days, some over a year later. Or, as locals put it, Returned. Capital ‘R’.

None of these children could, or would, talk about what had happened to them or where they'd been. Most didn't remember.

“I ain't giving you their names because they're sealed. You want a story, talk about the dead kids, their names are a matter of record.”

“Don't look for the Returned. Stay away from Them, trust me, and stay outta town too while you're at it. Now are ya gonna pay fer that or no?”

There are other facts, too, that aren't published with the lists of unfound children and redacted names.

Power outages. Outbreaks of violence. Unprecedented levels of crop disease; print and online media rolling to a total halt; a water contamination scandal. A vast and unspecific incident at local employer Axiom Labs, which left thirty dead, and families without answers.

“Sorry hon, the Axiom Thirty weren't, aren't buried here. We didn't really do burials during that time, as a town. You'd understand if you knew.”

…

On the night of August 24th, 2007, the last child vanishes from Amity Park. Daniel James Fenton, age seventeen, says goodnight to his family, and isn't in bed the next morning.

He remains missing to this day, and is presumed dead.

What exactly happened to this sleepy Midwestern town in the mid-noughts? Why has such a dramatic, tragic case been so withheld from the American consciousness? And what can we learn from the way the town responded to this trauma: its unnerving slip into superstition, ritual, and secrecy?

“What, you never seen blood blossoms before? I don't care if you got an allergy, you either sniff the flowers or you stay outside. And besides, ain't you [redacted]’s cousin? Did he not explain all this already? Look, jus’- wait, are you recording me?”

…

Welcome, to The Strange Case of Amity Park.

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfiction #podcast fic #cw mild horror #cw kidnapping #may not have the energy to ever write this sprawling au but i can sure write a snippet that lacks any context #lolly talks

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conradscrime · 5 months ago

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The Murder of Molly Bish & the Connection to Holly Piirainen

August 20, 2024

Molly Bish was born on August 2, 1983 in Warren, Massachusetts. At the time of her death, she was 16 years old and was working as a lifeguard at Comins Pond.

On June 26, 2000, Molly's mother Magi, noticed a mustached man in a white car parked in the lot of the beach where Molly's lifeguard post was. He seemed suspicious at the time, but Molly's mother did not think anything further until after her daughter had disappeared.

The next day, June 27, 2000, Magi drove her daughter Molly near the lifeguard station. Magi reported that she had not seen the strange man there that day, however, another witness reported that he saw a man matching that description in the pond's parking lot just minutes before Molly arrived.

A local worker reportedly saw a similar car parked at a cemetery connected to the pond by a path. Magi was the last known person to see Molly before she disappeared. A few hours later, police contacted Molly's parents to tell them that no lifeguard had been on duty that day and that Molly's belongings had been left unattended at her station.

An extensive search was done, and eventually it became the largest and most expensive search for a missing person ever done in Massachusetts. Molly's case was featured on many tv shows including America's Most Wanted, Unsolved Mysteries, and 48 Hours.

A hunter had seen a blue bathing suit in the woods on Whiskey Hill in Palmer, in the late fall of 2002. In May 2003, this hunter mentioned it and the police were contacted. A search of the area found Molly's body on June 9, 2003, almost three years later.

Molly's body had been found 5 miles from her family home. No cause of death was determined, but investigators believe Molly was murdered and her remains were buried.

There have been a few suspects looked into in relation to Molly's murder. In 2005, a Connecticut man who had been charged with attempted kidnapping in New York was briefly looked into.

Later, in 2009, a man named Rodney Stanger, then residing in Florida, who had been convicted of murdering his girlfriend, had actually lived in Southbridge, MA, a few miles from the town of Warren for more than 20 years.

Rodney had moved to Florida after Molly's murder. Following Rodney's girlfriends murder, Crystal Morrison (the couple had been together for 20 years), Crystal's sister alerted authorities.

Rodney was known to have a similar white car to the one seen the day before Molly disappeared. He was known to also fish in Comins Pond and hunt in the woods where Molly's body had been found. Rodney also matched the description that Magi Bish had reported, however he has not been charged in the case.

While Rodney was being investigated into Molly's murder, he was also questioned about a 1993 murder of a girl named Holly Piirainen. Holly went missing from Sturbridge, and was Molly's age. Molly had actually written a letter of hope to Holly's parents in 1993. Rodney has not been charged in Holly's case either.

In 2012, forensic evidence led authorities to a man named David Pouliot to Holly's case. However, David had died in 2003.

In November 2011, a man named Gerald Battistoni was named a suspect in Molly's death. Gerald had worked as an informant for the Eastern Hampden County Narcotic Task Force. Gerald had spent time in prison for repeatedly raping a teenage girl in the early 90's. He attempted suicide in prison after newspaper articles identified him as a suspect in both Molly and Holly's cases.

Gerald had a criminal record dating back to 1980, had been in the area where Molly's body had been discovered, and resembles the composite sketch of the man Magi saw in the parking lot before her daughter disappeared.

DNA testing was asked to be completed. Gerald died in November 2014. There is no clear answers as to what came of the DNA, but it must not have matched or been completed.

A new person of interest was announced on June 3, 2021, a registered sex offender named Francis P. Sumner Sr. He was found dead inside his home in Spencer, MA, on May 4, 2016. He had a lengthy criminal record but it is unclear why he was connected to the case as a suspect.

On July 9, 1982, Francis was convicted of aggravated rape and kidnapping. He was sentenced to 15-18 years on the rape charge, to be served concurrently with 9-10 years on the kidnapping charges. The earliest he could have been released from prison would have been in 1997. It is unclear how long Francis was incarcerated.

No arrests have been made in Molly Bish's case, however Francis is considered a person of interest. Investigator's have not given up on the case, and encourage the use of familial DNA, hoping that forensic evidence may lead to some answers eventually. Molly's family advocates for child abduction awareness. There is an anonymous tip line that's open for information.

In 2004, Magi and John Bish founded The Molly Bish Center and Foundation in collaboration with Anna Maria College.

Holly Piirainen, the girl who was killed 7 years before Molly, was also found in a wooden area near Hampden County. Police have considered that the two cases could be related. Some of Molly's letter to Holly's family reads,

"I am very sorry. I wish I could make it up to you. Holly is a very pretty girl. She is almost as tall as me. I wish I knew Holly. I hope they found her."

Both cases remain unsolved.

Holly Piirainen's case will be posted tomorrow.

#true crime #crime #unsolved mysteries #unsolved #murder #homicide #unsolved case #unsolved murder #solved #mystery #missing person #missing persons #missingyouth #massachusetts

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morbidology · 1 year ago

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Lake Bodom, situated in the suburbs of Espoo, Finland, spans approximately three kilometers in length and one kilometer in width. However, this serene location was marred by a horrific event that took place in the early hours of June 5, 1960—a brutal triple murder of young campers.

The victims were 15-year-old Maila Irmeli Bjorklund and Anja Tuulikki Maki, along with their boyfriends, 18-year-olds Seppo Antero Boisman and Nils Wilhelm Gustafsson. Together, they embarked on a camping trip, setting up their tent near the lake to enjoy an evening of fishing.

Tragically, between 4AM and 6AM, Maila Irmeli Bjorklund, Anja Tuulikki Maki, and Seppo Antero Boisman were stabbed and bludgeoned to death. Nils Gustafsson was the sole survivor but suffered a concussion, jaw fractures, facial bruises, and stab wounds. He claimed to have no memory of the attack, attributing it to shock.

An investigation revealed that the assailant never entered the tent but instead attacked the victims from outside. Some personal belongings were stolen, including a wallet, clothing, and Nils' shoes. Bloody footprints outside the tent indicated that the killer had fled the scene wearing Nils' shoes. Some of these items were later found discarded and partially hidden about 500 meters from the crime scene.

Maila, Nils' girlfriend, endured the most brutal injuries; her underwear had been removed, and she had been stabbed multiple times after her death. Witnesses, a group of young birdwatchers, claimed to have seen a blonde man walking away from the tent around 6AM.

Throughout the investigation, several suspects emerged. One prime suspect was Karl Valdemar Gyllstrom, a kiosk vendor known for his aggression towards campers. He confessed to the murders shortly before his own death in 1969, though his wife initially provided an alibi for him. However, she later hinted that the alibi was fabricated, and he had threatened her to keep it secret.

Another suspect was Hans Assman, allegedly a KGB spy, who displayed suspicious behavior after the murders and was seen with red stains on his clothing. He was never questioned, but he has been linked to other unsolved murders in Finland.

The case remained unsolved until 2004 when Nils Gustafsson, the lone survivor, was arrested on suspicion of murdering his friends. DNA testing on his discarded shoes was the basis for the arrest. Nils maintained that the shoes must have been stolen and worn by the killer, but the prosecution argued that he was the perpetrator and disposed of the shoes to conceal his guilt.

They claimed Nils acted out of a fit of rage when he was rejected in his attempt to initiate a sexual encounter with one of the girls. However, the court ultimately sided with the defense, citing the credibility of eyewitness accounts and the unlikely possibility of Nils inflicting his own wounds. He was acquitted of all charges, and to this day, the case remains unresolved, shrouding Lake Bodom with an enduring mystery.

#true crime #unsolved #cold case

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bloodmoon24 · 1 year ago

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New Fizzmodeus Scenario!

You know those murder mystery/comedy/dark humor shows where you see the detective flirting with their coworker and they tease each other and flirts? (If you know/seen Lucifer, then you know what I’m talking about). Like picture this:

Fizzarolli was squatting down and checking out a dead body and find out any clues

Fizzarolli: Hmm…*stands back up* It looks like as if the killer just grab whatever he could find and just knock the guy right off his feet. Judging from the pool of blood by his head, he was either got killed from a blunt object or a knife

Asmodeus: *with his arms crossed over his chest* What about a bullet?

Fizzarolli: Couldn’t be since there would be at least a bullet hole on the wall where he would be shot

Asmodeus: *smirks* Mm. Good observation, detective. Very good eye

Fizzarolli: *smug grin and rolled his eyes* So now the question remains is what would be a good murder weapon for our killer to use. What, in this room, would be a weapon?

Ozzie looked at the body and then looked around and walked over to the island counter

Asmodeus: Hmm…*noticed something* Oh, detective? Wasn’t the last time we were here, there was a table ornament here in the shape of a globe?

Fizzarolli looked at where Ozzie is at, and remembered that there was a table ornament there last time he and Ozzie was here

Fizzarolli: !!! Wow. You’re right *grins at Ozzie* Heh, now who’s got good observation?

Ozzie gave him a playful wink at him

Asmodeus: Now we know what the murder weapon was, we just need to find out where it is now. ‘Cause looking around here, I don’t think the killer just murdered the guy, drop the weapon and dipped. He would know that we’re onto him and find fingerprints on the murder weapon, so he stole the ornament to make us lose his trail

Fizzarolli: Wow. Either you’re trying to impress me, or you’re just trying to showoff. I can never tell from you

Asmodeus: *chuckled* Think of me as your own mystery, detective *leaned down to him* And I’ll have you know…I’m unsolvable, baby girl

Fizzarolli: *chuckles and cocks an eyebrow* Oh, we’ll see about that. I wouldn’t mind cracking your case wide open

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus gave each other a smug grin with Fizz having his hand on his hip

#helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #asmodeus helluva boss #fizzarolli helluva boss #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #fizz x ozzie #fizzarolli x asmodeus #asmodeus x fizzarolli #Fizzmodeus scenario #I’m proud of this #kind of inspired by Sherlock Holmes or Lucifer

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 11 months ago

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Have you never heard of such a thing, darling?

(The Timari Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

Chapter 3: The Mysterious Case of Collège Françoise Dupont

The video opens, and everyone is almost blinded by the color pink.

The white room of all the previous videos is almost missed. There is something far more unsettling about this background. At least, with the all-white room, it is easy enough to get used to. White is a common furniture color and minimalism and/or modernism has become a thing in recent years, so it’s not entirely surprising to see. However, an all-pink room would take dedication. Especially since almost everything is the exact same shade.

A teenage girl is the one who sits in front of the camera, smiling. Cross-legged on a bed on the floor. While her smile is not creepily stiff like the one her friend usually gives, it is still offputting. Fond, but in a wistful way, as if she is in mourning.

And then she breaks, giggling and pulling a whiteboard out of seemingly nowhere.

On the whiteboard is the words ‘The Gotham Files with Tim Drake’ in black ink. A hand comes into frame this time to give her a pink whiteboard marker, and she scratches out Gotham in favor of the word Paris.

And then she smirks, hastily scratching out the name Tim Drake and replacing it with her own name, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

A person off-camera makes a vague sound of protest, and she sticks her tongue out at them for a moment.

Finally, though, she caves. In the bottom right corner, she writes something in tiny print. The camera zooms in to find the words ‘Also Tim, I guess’.

(The dreaded dubstep is still there, bouncing around in the background, but it is a faint echo of what it once was. Haunting the viewers, even from across the pond. Slowly increasing in volume. It is coming.)

Tim gives a huff of laughter and steps into frame, removing the whiteboard from view before carefully taking a seat beside her. “Hey, everyone, bet you didn’t think you’d see us together again so soon.”

“He has followed me to France. Send help,” Marinette deadpans.

Tim raises an eyebrow. “You do realize that you were the one that suggested I come visit to be ‘fair’ or whatever.”

“Details.”

He gives her a mildly exasperated look before turning to the camera. “Whatever. Let’s just skip to the school.”

“Oooooh, can we do a transition?” Marinette says, her eyes gleaming.

Tim raises an eyebrow. “Like?”

Marinette reaches towards the camera. “Like when a person goes to put their hand over the camera and –.”

Her voice cuts out the moment her hand covers the entirety of the frame.

She draws her hand back to reveal that they aren’t at her house anymore. Instead, they are standing in front of what appears to have once been a school building, though it hopefully isn’t being used as such anymore. Some of the windows are broken. What had clearly once been a beautiful courtyard has been overrun with plants.

The scenery is not the only thing that has changed, though. They, too, have changed.

As in... changed their clothes. From pajamas into what is almost formalwear. Tim is wearing what seems to be a suit, though his suit jacket is currently being used by Marinette to stave off the chill her sundress does not entirely shield her from.

Tim smiles at her. “So, Mari, since we’re in your country, do you want to explain the lore?”

Marinette sends him a playfully annoyed look before smiling. “Well, everyone, this is an abandoned school. It used to be a school for the rich and famous – and their kids – buuuut there was a scandal a few years back. His father, one of the teachers, is said to have…” she hesitates, briefly. “... well, it’s said that the body of Adrien Agreste is hidden somewhere on campus.”

“That’s probably not true,” Tim pitches in. “This place was torn apart by the French police and they found nothing. But the rumors made everyone withdraw their kids – and, more importantly – their funds. So, the building was forced to close. And yet the rumors remain.”

Marinette and Tim turned to look at the school building. It was only abandoned recently, so it looks much better than the other places they’ve visited so far. There is no reason why they should be scared of this place in comparison to the other ones. This one doesn’t look like it's nearly as much as a safety hazard as the ones before it.

And yet.

They hesitate at the threshold. Marinette tugs the suit jacket tighter around herself. The camera pans just slightly as Tim adjusts it in his hands, tightening his grip.

Maybe they weren’t quite as sure that they wouldn’t find a body as they had originally tried to make people believe.

Or not.

“Okay, obligatory moment of silence over,” Tim says. “Now, let’s go disrespect the dead!”

“It’s not disrespectful! At least… it’s not meant to be. Ghost marriage is meant to everyone a sense of…” She waves her hands around. Perhaps she is fighting off a ghost. Or, more likely, she’s just trying to recall a word. “Completion, I guess?”

He considers this. “Sure, but…”

“And it’s not like I’m actually going to be doing all of the proper rites or tying Adrien Agreste’s ghost to me,” she adds, smiling faintly. “I just thought it might be fun to give the guy a proper sendoff? I mean, we’re not going to find the body – I hope – or get his killer behind bars, but…” She shrugs. “It’s something.”

He lifts an arm and slings it over her shoulders, as always. “I think it sounds fun.”

Her hand shifts from her backpack strap, sliding up to lace her fingers with his. “It should be. But, uh, don’t tell my parents?”

“Mmmmmm… can I have some cookies later?”

“Sure.”

“Then sure,” he says, completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

They step into the building. As always, graffiti litters everything.

But that is hardly what they focus on. Desks and chairs are overturned at best, broken to pieces at worst. The floor, once elegant tile, had been smashed to pieces. The stairs in a stairwell they pass looks completely unusable. The police really had torn the place apart looking for a body.

But there isn’t one here. Neither Tim nor Marinette cringe and cover their noses, suggesting there is no corpse rotting beneath the floorboards, with only the beat of its telltale heart to give away its location. The only thing that happens is that Tim sneezes and mumbles bitterly about dust.

When he does, his breath fogs in front of him.

“Wicked,” Tim says, before immediately pretending to be a fire-breathing dragon. As you must do at least once upon realizing that it is cold enough to do so.

Marinette giggles at his antics, looking around, drawing Tim’s jacket tighter around herself. “I think the AC units here are broken.”

Not much of a surprise, considering everything else is.

“Yep. Guess the fans aren’t going to be getting a sleepover this time, either. Shame, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to convince you again.”

Marinette winks. “I’m sure you can think of a way.”

“I dunno. Youtube does not pay that well.”

She rolls her eyes. “We can do it next time, promise. But we have to get through this time, first, so we should hurry up before we get frostbite.”

They set up shop in the cafeteria, preparing incense to burn and setting a tiny doll down on one of the tables. The doll is hardly traditional. It's one of those little green army guys that come in packages of around a hundred. They had probably found it on the way there and picked it up. But it is still, technically, a doll. So it should be enough.

Briefly, as Tim pulls out a lighter, he pauses.

He looks around.

Marinette raises an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“I…” His lips pull into a frown. “Dunno. Maybe the reason people think a body is here is that this place makes you go insane.”

“You're not going insane," she promises.

"... aw, thanks, Mari," he says, but his eyes are narrowed. Clearly he does not trust that she is being entirely genuine.

This is probably for the best, because she is smirking in that specific way she always does when she is about to gaslight him. "Tim, darling, the fact that you can see me is proof you’re already insane. I don’t exist.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, gently knocking his shoulder against hers. “Yeah, okay, whatever. Potential gas leak aside, let’s marry you to a dead guy!”

Marinette pumps her fist in the air. Who cares about a potential gas leak? It’s wedding time!

They burn incense, first. Marinette explains that it's supposed to strengthen the spirit. She does not seem all that worried about this fact, so she either does not believe that this particular ghost exists or she genuinely had character development in the previous video and no longer believes in ghosts. It’s a tossup, really.

Either way, Marinette walks down the ‘aisle’ (a gap between tables), holding the leftover incense rods like a really ugly bouquet.

She gets to the end and smiles at Tim, trading the ‘bouquet’ for a pair of dice that have been shoddily taped over so that the sides alternate between saying ‘no’ and ‘yes’.

“Now,” says Tim, looking at his phone. It is playing music, but it is clear that that is not what he is currently paying attention to. “Throw your ‘blocks’ and let’s see if the lucky groom wants to continue with the ceremony.”

She rolls the dice, and seems mildly surprised when both dice land on ‘yes’. There was a one-in-four chance of that happening, so it wasn’t statistically irregular or anything, but humans like to ascribe meaning where there is none.

Perhaps that is why they believe in ghosts.

Marinette grins. “Cool. The ghost is into me. Think I can get a dowry out of it?”

“Isn’t your family the one that’s supposed to provide the dowry?”

She snickers. “I mean, maybe traditionally, but I’m wearing the pants in this relationship.”

Marinette is wearing a dress.

Tim looks like he wants to point this out, but decides not to. He clears his throat.

“Bow to… Heaven and Earth?” Tim says, unsurely.

Marinette turns so she is no longer facing them and does a brief bow.

“Bow to your elders – actually, they're not here, so skip that one…”

She snickers as she turns slightly to the left and bows, presumably towards where her home is.

Tim grins. “Alright, now bow to each other.”

Marinette bowed to the doll.

It fell over, almost as if in response.

She blinks, and then smiles bemusedly. “Well, it fell forward. Maybe it was trying to bow. I’m gonna consider that close enough.”

“As your priest, I agree, that was clear intent,” Tim says, nodding ‘seriously’. And then he smiles widely. “And so, by the power vested in me by… literally no one, I’m not even part of this religion… I now pronounce you ghost-groom and wife.”

Marinette kneels to pick up the tiny soldier, gently placing it back on its feet.

Good. Wedding over. Now for the part of wedding days that people actually like:

The after party!

They begin to lay out some Tupperware containers, filled with different kinds of sandwiches.

Tim practically dives to get his hands on the box of macarons. Technically they, too, are sandwiches. Sandwiches of the unhealthy variety, but sandwiches nonetheless.

Marinette is a little healthier. Perhaps because her parents are, supposedly, somewhere in the city with her, and therefore she can get in trouble for eating dessert without an entree first. She washes down her grilled cheese sandwiches with tea. If she is at all bitter about not getting any macarons, she is hiding it like a champ.

The toy soldier gets tuna sandwiches, assumedly because neither of them wants to eat them.

Marinette cradles her thermos of tea in her hands, smiling faintly. She opens her mouth to say something to Tim.

The video cuts to later.

It’s clear they spent quite a lot of time there. Their noses are pink from the cold, and several sandwiches and macarons have been eaten.

Including a tuna sandwich or two, judging by the slight shift in the way they’re arranged in the box.

One of them must have given in and eaten them after all.

That was the past, though. Now, they are cleaning up after themselves. It is not entirely necessary, the building is abandoned, after all, it isn’t like anyone would be inconvenienced if they didn’t... but they are good kids, so they ignore this fact.

“Can’t believe you eat with your mouth open, Mari,” Tim says.

Marinette sends him a confused little frown. “What? No, I don’t?”

“Yes, you do. I’ve cut all proof of you not doing that out of the video. You will forever be known among my fans as someone who eats with their mouth open.”

Realization dawns on her face.

She groans.

“Remind me why I hang out with you?” she says, shoving Tupperware back into her backpack with maybe a little more force than was strictly necessary.

“My dashing good looks.”

“I would never agree to such things in front of my husband,” she sniffs, setting the toy soldier delicately in her jacket pocket. Not Tim’s jacket pocket, because it is clear by now that he is never getting it back. Her jacket pocket. Just like the toy soldier is her husband, now, meaning she is unable to adulterize. "I am loyal, you know."

Tim considers this for a moment, stashing away the leftover incense and lighter, and then shouldering the bag. He seems to be thinking hard about his good qualities.

He finally decides on one:

“Theeeeeeen… because I stalked you to France?”

A strange choice, but it works.

“True. Thanks for reminding me,” she says, giggling, her eyes lighting up at the acceptance of her dumb bit from earlier.

They head out, back in the halls, only to pause.

Because a shadow shifts.

Their smiles drop immediately in favor of wary expressions. Even if they don’t believe there are ghosts here, there was still a very real chance of finding raccoons and opossums and other things that carry rabies.

Hesitantly, Tim points a flashlight at the shadow.

It is a cat.

They were right about the thing that could carry rabies thing.

Though it doesn’t seem this cat has it. It does not seem like it is intent on attacking them. Nor is it running away. It blinks lazily at them.

They both relax, almost imperceptibly.

The cat is tiny, but seems well cared for. It is probably a housecat that got away recently, or perhaps an outdoor cat. This is dangerous, considering it’s a black cat, and black cats are not entirely safe to let out into the world, since people are superstitious and sucky...

However, it does not have a collar.

Strange.

Who has been feeding it?

Whatever.

At least that means the cat is Free Real Estate.

Marinette coos and kneels in front of it. The cat doesn’t seem to mind, its tail flicking lazily, seemingly watching her with the same kind of curiosity.

It isn’t scared, isn’t hissing. Hasn’t even bothered to stand. It is just… meeting her gaze.

“Well, aren’t you the cutest little thing,” Marinette says, lifting her hand to pet it.

Tim puts a hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks, if only momentarily. “It could have a disease.”

“That is a risk I am willing to take,” she says, without hesitation.

He sighs, but there is something fond lining his eyes as he shrugs and squats down next to her. “So, are you taking him home?”

“If it doesn’t hate me, yes, absolutely,” she says, lifting her hand again and letting the cat sniff it.

The cat gives a quiet meow and, finally, stands up, if only so it can step forward and rub against her hand.

“The cat has chosen,” Tim intones in the most grave voice he can muster. Which is to say, not very grave at all. It is hard to sound serious while looking longingly at a cat.

He was so visibly desperate that the cat almost seems to laugh, looping around Marinette one more time before coming to rub up against his leg.

Marinette looks like she might cry over the sheer adorableness. She starts cooing in French. There is a caption box at the bottom of the screen, but it is hard to tell if it is genuinely what she is saying. The words, while all technically words, surely should not be strung together in that particular order.

(Maybe they shouldn't have ignored the gas leak thing from earlier.)

The cat, being a cat, does not seem the slightest bit put off by the possibly insane babbling, only taking in Marinette’s soft tone and Tim’s hand scratching beneath his chin, and deciding that, yes, these are his humans.

“I shall name you…” Marinette squints. “You are a boy. So. Plagg.”

Tim looks as if he is not sure which part of that particular statement was worse. That she has simply decided that the cat is a boy without checking, or that she has decided that Plagg is a good name for a boy (or a girl, or… anything at all, really).

“We are not naming him Plagg,” he complains, tipping his head back in a groan. And then he looks at the cat again when it bunts against his hand. He coos. “How about Adrien? You know, the Jewish faith says that the dead live on when you name people after them. Might as well honor him, since we are trespassing in his… domain, or whatever it is people think this is.”

Marinette looks affronted. “You suck, you know. I can’t believe you’re using the religion card to overrule my decisions. You’re such a fake feminist…”

He sticks his tongue out at her playfully.

But, according to a short clip of the pair of them both calling the cat to them with their chosen names, the cat preferred the name ‘Adrien’.

Tim smirks, hugging the cat – Adrien – to his chest. The cat rubs himself against him.

Marinette sighs and crawls over defeatedly. To her delight, the cat squirms out of Tim’s grip and into her lap. She brightens up immediately. “Well,” she says, more for the sake of the audience than anything. “Still no sign of the supernatural, but at least we got this cute little cat.”

Said cat meows as if in agreement.

When she scratches it behind the ear, its head briefly turns towards the camera to lean into her touch, and its eyes seem to glow.

Camera flares really are a pain.

Either way, the two humans are entirely unaware of the mistake, for they are unable to see the footage as it is being made, and therefore continue on as normal.

Marinette leans against his shoulder, sighing. “When you go back to America, I’m keeping him.”

Despite the clear attempt to keep her tone light, there is still a wistful edge. It is not hard to imagine that losing a friend and a cat at the same time would be hard.

Especially since Tim seems to be thinking along the same lines: “Hey! I named him!”

“Exactly! You named him! Therefore I get to have him!”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

She sticks her tongue out at him.

He huffs. “Great argument.”

“Well, if I actually tried that would just be unfair, you know,” she says.

“Oh yeah?” he raises an eyebrow in challenge, sure she is bluffing.

But then she leans closer to his face, smiling. “Paris to New Jersey is an eight-hour flight, minimum. You wouldn’t put him through that. Therefore, I win.”

Tim, for the briefest of moments, doesn’t react. His eyes have widened just slightly at the sudden closeness, and his face turns a delicate shade of pink. He inches his face away from hers the slightest bit. He swallows thickly and quickly averts his gaze.

Even the damn cat seems to have a knowing look on its face.

Not that he was being particularly subtle, to be fair. You don’t travel across the world on a whim for just anyone.

Still, even the cat?

He groans, turning his head away to bury his face in his hands.

She giggles and presses further against his side, her chin coming to rest on his shoulder, her eyelashes batting playfully.

“I win,” she says.

He grumbles incoherently.

“Besides, we found him in Paris. This is my city, therefore he is mine.”

“That’s not fair,” he says. And then something seems to occur to him. He turns to look at her, their noses just barely brushing. Red begins to dust itself across her cheeks as well. “I found you in Gotham, though. That’s my city. Does that make you mine?”

For a moment, Marinette hesitates.

And then she turns her head away, back toward the camera, smiling.

“The shippers are going to have a damn field day.”

He laughs and goes back to playing with their new cat. “Well, since you’re a married woman now, maybe they’ll chill out.”

Marinette snickers. “They will not.”

“Not at all. Now it’s a forbidden romance.” He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Lean towards me like you’re gonna kiss me for the outro?”

Marinette, briefly, tips her head back in a laugh. And then she looks at him, something sly in her expression. She takes his face in both hands and leans in –.

The scene pauses in the moment when their lips seem to meet. A future version of Tim, probably greenscreened in, appears, his head perfectly covering where their lips might actually be touching, if the way his past self’s eyes are wide in surprise means anything.

People replay the video several times, and eventually come to the realization that Marinette’s hands are placed carefully in a way that almost hides the way her thumbs keep their lips from actually touching.

Disappointing, but not particularly surprising, considering they had all but said they were going to fake it for the camera.

Viewers finally allow the rest of the video to play.

It is a Honey sponsorship.

As one, they groan and close out of the video.

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Next Chapter

#maribat #timari #timinette #timmari #*sneaks mythology knowledge into a fic again*#tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #have you never heard of such a thing darling?

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satoshi-mochida · 5 months ago

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No Case Should Remain Unsolved coming to Switch on September 19 - Gematsu

PLAYISM will release Somi-developed mystery adventure game No Case Should Remain Unsolved for Switch on September 19, the companies announced.

No Case Should Remain Unsolved first launched for PC via Steam on January 17.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

“I remember how surprised I was when I first saw this case. Everyone involved was lying, for one reason or another.” No Case Should Remain Unsolved is a detective game where players uncover and piece together memory fragments to solve a long-forgotten case. Follow former police detective Jeon Gyeong as she acquires clues and testimony relating to the case of a missing girl.

Story

February 5, 2012. A little girl named Seowon is reported missing from a playground. Police launch an investigation and question witnesses and suspects, but Seowon’s case is never solved. Twelve years after Senior Inspector Jeon Gyeong’s retirement, she is visited by a young police officer: a woman who pleads with her to reexamine Seowon’s case. But with each uncovered memory, only one thing becomes clear: everyone in Seowon’s vicinity was lying.

Key Features

Experience an imaginative reasoning system where players connect memories like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Uncover passcodes, keys, 54 conversations, and two hidden truths.

Over the course of a two to three-hour playthrough, players will learn why Seowon’s disappearance is the only case Jeon Gyeong has left unsolved.

Also featuring an original soundtrack by Seongyi Yi, composer of Legal Dungeon and The Wake!

Watch a new set of trailers below.

Switch Announce Trailer

English

youtube

Japanese

youtube

Korean

youtube

Traditional Chinese

youtube

Nintendo Direct: August 27, 2024

Japanese

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#No Case Should Remain Unsolved #Somi #Playism #adventure game #Gematsu #Youtube

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livdboba · 9 months ago

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Ripples of blood

The murders of San Kiara remains to be one of Hydaria’s unsolved problems. No law enforcers seem competent enough to solve. Month to month, the number of people who wind up dead increases, from ladies to lords, women to men. The murders does not discriminate anybody safe for children who fortunately were not targeted.

You on the other hand, could not care less about the murders. Your father disowned you. Your mother still missing. Your body as busy as an hectic street trying to survive. And yet, you find yourself in that very cursed city. Where everything begins and ends.

Are you ready, to uncover the true face of the culprit?

Features

1. Discover the true murderer behind the San Kiara murders

2. Alter the course of history

3. Bring to light the truth of your kidnapping

4. Find love amongst the RO’s

5, Rescue your mother from her predicament

6. Make peace with your father or punish him

7. Navigate through the subplots and political complications revolving the factions in this game

8. Carve your personality and skill set

Plot

You play as a disowned noble, who ends up investigating the murders of San Kiara, which may very well be the place where your mother was last sighted before her disappearance. Explore the mystery and uncover the murderer, all with the power of your wit.

Trigger warning

A scene involving human trafficking

RO selection

As of now there are 6 definite RO, and one RO I’m still considering whether to make into an npc or not.

The definite ROS are the following:

Osric Ashbrook [M]

Golden retriever. Gentle. Nice RO.

You meet Osric on the night you are kidnapped, and ever since, Osric has been a brother figure to you. He is one of the few people you can trust with your life, honest, gentle, yet without his own complications. But above all, he is sincere.

Louisa Grimaldi [F]

Black cat. Manipulative. Red flag.

Louisa is your childhood friend, however, the divide between your social status, with hers one tier higher causes a strain in between your relationship. It does not help that her family is deeply involved in the dark den (like black market). For guy pc, Louisa never considers marrying you, instead pursuing Hamlin, yet she cannot hide her attraction towards you (depends on choices), even going as far as consenting to her suitor's assassination (depends on choice). Beware romancing her, as she would not hesitate to cut you off for benefits.

Hamlin Davenport [M]

Tsundere. Difficult. Red flag.

Interestingly enough, Hamlin is the suitor Louisa considers marrying. You can meet Hamlin in multiple instances, changing the dynamics between you two. He is the duke of Osborne, the best way to describe his love language is empty, or at best fickle (depends on choices).

Anika [F]

Golden retriever. Warm. High morality.

Anika is a member of the rebellion, you can meet her in multiple instances and change the dynamics between the two of her. Her personality best resembles Osric, with the difference that her morality is more black and white than Osric's. She is one of the more dynamic characters in this wip.

Enforcer Morcant [M]

Stern, callous. Detached friendliness. Highly ordered.

An enforcer that came to investigate the disappearance of your mother, and her recorded visit to the rumored city of San Kiara where multiple murders are happening. He appears amiable and courteous on the surface, but your interactions with him tells you, his core is not at all that gentle.

Eira [F]

Corrupt, frank, red flag.

Lover of money and anything precious. She was the one who trafficked you after your father threw you away.

Sanchia F

Coy, gentle, manipulative, fickle

A girl you rescued on the road from a group of vile men, she tags along on your journey, as she does not possess a temporary home or job having been abandoned by her family. Much like how your father abandoned you.

**XXX [M]**

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Length of demo

Currently it's about (15%, Chapter 3 under construction), 75 k Words (without code) done, and I plan on updating every two weeks.

Update 2.1

Started working on next chapter, on route where you enter the scene with Osric and without Anika. Triggered by meeting Anika in dark den and going behind the cave with Osric in bandit escape.

Speak about anything! Whether you like the game, if the pacing is off or not, about RO. Which RO should have more screen time. Criticism is welcomed too! I just want to know if interest in this game is still alive or not.

#if #interactive fiction #wip #demo #murder mystery #romance #gender choice pc #low fantasy #hosted game wip #hg wip #cyoa game #cyoa #chose your own adventure

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