#the serendipity of calamity

[scentedcandlecryptid]

Octavious, Luka, and Oak!

[spacemothes]

I propose my name ideas for those "The other members of the party are looping instead of Siffrin au's"

In Research and Remedies (Odile looping au)

In Snacks and Serendipity (Bonnie looping au)

In Garments and Greif (Isabeau looping au)

In Curses and Calamity (Mirabelle looping au)

In Loops and Lamenting (This one could be more so a focus on the Start Again: prologue, and what Loop's journey in the beginning may have looked like, showing the parallels and differences when compared to Siffrin's journey- au.)

So on a completely unrelated topic

how would the greater Isat community feel about me making my own versions of the "What if the other party members got stuck in a time loop au's"?

[elvexen]

Here’s a list of names for your exocolonist play throughs !!

Calamity (Amity), Reverie, Onism, Saudade

Elixir (Eli), Amorevolous

Sonder, Halcyon, Vagary (Vee), Kopfkino,

Adept (De), Verdant, Solandis

Apricity, Selcouth, Orphic, Incandescent,

Serendipity, Hyperotomachia (Machia/Toma/Chia),

Paracosm, Novaturient (Nova), Ebullience

I’ll keep this post updated as I find more !!

[blood-orange-juice]

since the ending has been spoiled to me anyway, I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

I know everyone is busy discussing who has dunked on who and how

but can we talk about how our boy, this calamity of a person, kiiinda managed to singlehandedly break Fontaine's judicial mechanism by being a proverbial stick in the cogs?

Fontaine generates energy for everyday use by utilizing people's belief in the city's legal system. and people's belief in the legal system is based on the fact that Oratrice and Neuvilette's verdicts never contradict each other

which they now do.

mad respect. if Fatui wanted to destabilize the country, they just did it

I wonder if Childe was aware

(I haven't yet played through the actual trial scene so I can't say anything about his VA or animations, and whether he *sounds* aware)

basically, was it his own plan? that would explain why has he been showing levels of stupidity and entitlement previously uknown to humanity in this patch. in which case, no, it's not abyssal corruption, he was just actively trying to get arrested and sent to trial for something he didn't do. would also explain the vision handover and the sudden infodumping, he was building a safety net.

or was it one of his colleagues? Arle? I wonder who could have predicted this result, he doesn't tell his backstory just to anyone. or maybe the machine malfunctioning has no connection to his backstory and someone from HoH simply sabotaged it.

or someone from the abyss (finally it's not the fatui who are at fault? le gasp). they would at least know whom to nudge to get arrested, they'd recognize one of their own.

if it was pure luck then that's serendipity and bad writing, I don't believe in that, the writing has been excellent this patch.

as for why the machine broke: he is either related to the primordial sea because of that whale (so yes, he is directly related to the case, just not in the way everyone thinks), or the Oratrice just reacts to abyssal taint and would consider him guilty no matter the charges

[odditycollector]

gamdave for the ask meme! and or, erijake??

Dave/Gamzee

1. I am not sure there is another pair of people in homestuck who have quite so skewed a ratio of "resounding & negative impact on each others' lives" and "fucks given about that".

Like, okay, I am p sure Dave does not understand that Gamzee manifested Lil Cal as a physical object, and I am p sure that Gamzee does not regret his awakening as a murderous shitlord, but you see what I am saying here.

2. Serendipity meets Final Destination

Gamzee and Dave are two random strangers who share a minor act of assholery between each other. So minor. Like, maybe they are both at the convenience store at 3am for doritos, and there is only one bag of chips left. And Gamzee snipes the chips out of Dave's almost closed fingers, and in response to his smug sneer Dave crunches the bag, making the chips not be triangles anymore.

And neither really remembers this moment the next day because it is so petty and let's be real they were both probably stoned. But somehow the fateful repercussions from this event are rippling out into the world like a terrible Rube Goldberg avalanche, starting with minor misfortunes and building quickly into mass destruction and death.

Meanwhile Dave and Gamzee are going about their lives with an occasional bemused glance at a wackily awful newscast.

Anyway, it seems like things are dominoing into some kind of worldwide calamity, BUT ACTUALLY everything has been lining up to get Gamzee and Dave onto the same stage so they can have the greatest rap off of all time and also just SUPER hit it off.

As things fade to credits we hear them being all, hey you look kinda familiar youre sure this is the first time we met right? yeah, think id all remember a motherfucker….

(and then the last camera shot is something is knocked off a counter in their wake and that hits a spray bottle which rolls across the hallway… and a creepy noise plays because that is the rule on how to end a movie like this)

Eridan/Jake

1. I am not sure if I have thoughts on Eridan/Jake, but the possibility of Grandpa seducing ancient Beforus Eridan (in homestuck + its game Old Man Jake has so many portals why NOT to Beforus) is both logistically defensible and very funny.

2. Jake is sad and lonely and really misses his good buddy Erisolsprite and decides to track down Erisol's component pieces in the dreambubbles. Sollux, wisely, continues to desire no part of the situation. But Eridan, on finding a guy who WANTS him around, gets really clingy about it (do not believe his posturing otherwise)

He offers to mentor Jake in the Way Of Hope and despite Jake being a god tier achiever and Eridan being a mortal ghost Jake is like, yes sure that makes sense, maybe if i knew more stuff about my powers i wouldn't be a miserable wreck right now, teach me up.

So Jake learns cool shit about weaponizing Hope, but mostly (through Eridan's whiny self pity) he learns that he is not the worst person ever at interpersonal relationships. It puts his friendship errors in perspective, and he even offers Eridan some advice in that department! Which makes Jake feel mature and wise but otherwise does not do shit 'cause ghosts can't change.

Is there a more poignant moirallegiance tragedy in all troll literature? i doubt it.

But then in the end there is an empty green sprite kernel from an unused timeline and Jake invites Eridan to return to being his prescribed guide in the sort-of-living world, and Eridan accepts.

(This is a very weird basis for a relationship from a human POV but neither notices.)

[acommonloon]

I easily recall my favorite lobsta roll. It was from a tiny food truck, more a cart, but it was in Maine. Portland Head Light was the backdrop and I drank a can of Moxie soda.

When adverts for the arrival of this new “Shark Tank” funded business began to show up in my FB feed, I didn’t get too excited.

Over the years I’ve given up on the possibility seafood served in the Louisville area could ever approach the deliciousness of that in a coastal market. Once a year I track down the Maryland Crab Cake vendor, who does the local art fair circuit, but it’s never so good as when your eating them with the smell of the bay in your nose and seagulls overhead. I gave up on the Donner kebab truck long before they gave up in this market and don’t get me started on the futility of finding good bbq here!

Still I try. lol a few weekends ago we were in Evansville and so was this Couisins Maine Lobster truck. It was a coincidence but I instantly decided it was serendipity of the highest order.

Even better, it was parked in front of my favorite brewery there, Myriad!!!

Alas calamity. I was next to order when I pulled my wallet out only to realize my Amex was missing. No!

I stood there in a daze for a few seconds before I recovered my senses and moved aside.

CONAN! What is best in life?" "Crush your enemies, see them driven before you and to hear the lamentations of their women or…a succulent lobsta roll.”

So, instead of eating a lobsta roll and drinking a fresh IPA, I drove an hour round trip to retrieve my card from the disappointing restaurant where we’d had lunch. Oh well…c’est la vie.

Today the truck is scheduled to be parked less than 20 miles from my house!

I will crush my doubts and drive the flooded road before me to hear the lamentations of the lobsta women.

TGIF

I rolled up and there was no line. A Maine roll was my order. That’s chilled lobster without being drenched in hot butter. They’ve added a garlic butter option as well as a lobster grilled cheese, tots, and bisque. I wanted to evaluate their lobster not their butter, cheese, etc.

My verdict, not even the best I’ve had in Indiana.

This lobster was taken from the sea long enough their women have found new mates to look forward to lamenting. FYI in Maine, egg laying lobsters are not legal to keep.

For me, Cousins ain’t worth kissing.

[adainesfroggieboggy]

said i may rant ab emily axford and i will. it could just be the people i'm following, but i haven't seen as much love for doomsday diaries as her naddpod music! and i'm obsessed with doomsday diaries! it honestly might be my desert island album. it's so fucking good. i cannot say how much i love it.

not only are the songs so fucking good, they tell a story! It's got plot! she wrote a cute-sounding apocalypse album with a whole ass storyline and i love it. just. listen to doomsday diaries for me.

below the cut, i will be ranting about specific songs because i can't not. i need to. in conclusion, emily fucking axford.

evacuation?? are you kidding me with the "wear comfortable shoes" being the last line of the first verse and of the whole song? AND AND "and don't bring the memories, delete and erase, they'll only hold you back, you haven't got the space" i want to scream that part. i want to scream the whole chorus. "there's too many ways, to protest and fight for, the better days" and then the lull of "but they're gone, you should be too" the contrast brings me pure joy. glee.

and one of my favorite songs ever. is this love or mass extinction. could quote whole verses. "the flirting and the phone calls, and that cataclysm" and "my heart is a kingdom, that's been pillaged and razed" and the "serendipity or global calamity?" come. on. i love this song. it's a song about having love so world-shattering and loving someone who has burned the world down. i can't express. it was the top song on my spotify wrapped with something like 125 listens. hours i have spend listening to this song.

i love love love love the beginning of grey goo. "2023 and a biotech named steve, fueled by good intentions and a curiosity" i want to type out all of these songs in their entirety, but this is a highlights reel ok. "i look at all your freckles and your dimples and and your scars, the colors and the shapes that made you who you are, let the robots turn our every cell into their skin, but i will never forget the landscape of your skin" an entire verse because. "but i will never forget the landscape of your skin." again, could give the whole song. so good.

robot rebellion. the dancey lil dance i do to this song. upbeat and pretty to have lines like "'cause i am not afraid to die, long as you're here by my side" and "so go ahead and do your worst, 'cause i ain't givin' in without a fight" and the last verse! "we can run we can run we can run, and we can make our home amongst the trees, and i'd be happy there just you and me" pls i love it

bangers all around. i can do more of this. i can do this for almost every song. i'm stopping because god that's a lot of words but look at me. look at me and listen. this album? cannot get enough love. pls. and the cover is my favorite thing in the whole world. a selfie from a low angle of a poorly-lit emily, with sunglasses on, completely neutral, with beautiful tree branches and a blue sky above her and a comet photoshopped above her head and the words "Doomsday diaries" in the top right corner, and the loop of the y in doomsday is also the d in diaries. it's perfect, no notes. album cover of all time.

[miraruinada]

宇宙秩序被塞特打翻 (Orders of the universe turned over by Setekh) 纷乱和厄运降临后 (After turmoil and calamity befell) 结束游戏醒来 (Game over to wake up) 阿努比斯带我去往新生再次闪烁的星光 (Anubis take me to the gleaming starlight of another rebirth)

Now I know que tengo que controlarme (I gotta control myself) Self-aware, gotta use it for discerning Me maté（it killed me）, overthinking in a rational way Puedo huir de mi misme, ya lo sé (But I know that I can run away from myself）

意义过载的巧合推我随命运之轮转动 (Serendipity of overloaded meanings steers the Wheel of Fortune) Anywhere it takes me I’ll get home 想要幸运永伴我左右短暂降临 瞬间就离场 (Wish fortune would always stay by my side, here for a second, gone the next) 无法看清 伟大的理由以命运之名骗过我小小大脑 (Unable to discern the reason for greatness in the name of Fortuna have my little mind hoaxed)

亚瑟梦境中的国王强大富裕又健壮坐在巨轮顶端狂妄 (In King Arthur’s Dream a king is powerful, rich and strong, egoistic atop the Wheel) Fortuna轻巧转动轮盘国王被碾碎埋藏 (Fortuna took her tender spin, crushed the king, buried the dream) Who knows？

R.O.T.A T.A.R.O O.R.A.T T.O.R.A A.T.O.R ROTA TARO ORAT TORA ATOR (The Wheel of Taro Speaks the Law of Ator)

[stylographic-blue-rhapsody]

I'm given you Espen prompts you didn't even reblog! HA! I got them from a different writing meme post and have modified them slightly to turn them into OC asks. (https://www(dot)tumblr(dot)com/raymurata/734897335067377664) 6. What was Espen's first kiss like? 10. How easy or hard is it for Espen to get sick? Any particularly memorable stories of her coming down with something? 14. How often does Espen lose things (as in, physical objects?) Has she ever lost anything valuable? Is it easy for her to find things she's lost? 27. If Espen found a genie in a bottle, what three wishes would she make?

oh HO surprise asks!!!! captain hours it is

6. What was Espen's first kiss like?

well sometimes you bloom late, and suddenly you're elf-20-something and starting a violent soldiering career and you get caught in a skirmish with creatures far more powerful than is wise for your brigade to tangle with, fuck. but everyone in your brigade survives through sheer determination and the skin of their teeth and you dumping every ounce of magic you have into them to keep them alive

and there you are, caked in dirt and sweat and blood and are generally disgusting, but for some gods damned reason the infuriatingly charming lieutenant with prodigious dunamantic ability (who is also filthy with ichor and gore) looks at you with a sort of strangled expression and asks, may she please kiss you? and what exactly are you supposed to say to that, in this situation??

you say yes

10. How easy or hard is it for Espen to get sick? Any particularly memorable stories of her coming down with something?

it's very rare that espen actually catches ill - between her stout constitution and her knowledge of what magical and nonmagical cures and preventatives to use it's difficult for any bug to find significant purchase. on the occasion that she does get sick, it is inevitably an absolutely horrid, intensely symptomatic illness

14. How often does Espen lose things (as in, physical objects?) Has she ever lost anything valuable? Is it easy for her to find things she's lost?

espen practically has a ledger for her personal effects - managing inventory and requisitions for the entire medical wing of a military outpost for decades will drill that sort of organization into a person. if she does lose something, she tries to retrace her steps to find it, but how successful that is really depends on how attentive she was to her environment in the interim between the loss and the realization

the most valuable thing she ever lost was her entire component pouch while traveling during basic training - awful, embarrassing, frustrating experience that she winces to remember

27. If Espen found a genie in a bottle, what three wishes would she make?

realistically the three wishes would be about the genie's welfare and personal desires and can she wish it free?? but that defeats the purpose of the question I think so I will go by the spirit of it instead

first, to enrich the soil of xhorhas to facilitate regeneration of land decimated in the calamity

second, for shanfel and serendipity to live a gentle life, and that any hardship they might encounter be mundane and manageable

third, for an infinitely self-replenishing healer's kit

[mistlekissy]

hs4 about to be co-written by chatgpt

why did it write me a fucking haylor song?

Title: "Echoes of Eternity"

(Verse 1) In the twilight of a city street, Where shadows dance to a secret beat, I found a love that felt like fate, A cosmic collision, our hearts couldn't negate.

(Pre-Chorus) Underneath the neon glow, A universe within us starts to grow, In the echoes of eternity, You and I, a timeless symphony.

(Chorus) Oh, we're chasing stars in the midnight sky, A love so wild, it'll never die, In the echoes of eternity, You and me, a serendipity.

(Verse 2) Leather jacket, your silhouette, In the moonlit night, our souls connect, Tangled up in constellations, A celestial dance, no reservations.

(Pre-Chorus) Underneath the city lights, Lost in each other, no wrongs, no rights, In the echoes of eternity, You and I, a sweet insanity.

(Chorus) Oh, we're chasing stars in the midnight sky, A love so wild, it'll never die, In the echoes of eternity, You and me, a serendipity.

(Bridge) Through the highs and lows, In the garden where our love grows, Whispers of forever, a melody, In the echoes of eternity.

(Verse 3) Cigarette smoke and city air, Electric touch, a love affair, In the chaos, we found our peace, A timeless love that'll never cease.

(Pre-Chorus) Underneath the starry night, Our hearts entwined, taking flight, In the echoes of eternity, You and I, a sweet calamity.

(Chorus) Oh, we're chasing stars in the midnight sky, A love so wild, it'll never die, In the echoes of eternity, You and me, a serendipity.

(Outro) As the dawn breaks, our love remains, A masterpiece, free from chains, In the echoes of eternity, You and I, a forever, endlessly.

[scentedcandlecryptid]

The Serendipity of Calamity pt 1

Attempt two! we'll see if I can actually keep going with this.

I did promise myself to not post any of this until I had two pages done, so that's a good sign I guess XD

but my babies are back <33 and backgrounds are so annoying haha

[rainashae]

"I think a lot about the conversations I would want to have if I saw you again. I think a lot about the things I’d want to tell you.

I’d want to tell you that I miss you so much that it hurts sometimes. I’d want to tell you that I think about you most at night when no one but me can hear the way my breath still feels a little shaky every time the thought hits that I’ve spent another day without you. Sometimes I think I’m just lonely and sometimes I want to scream because I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way that I loved you. Sometimes I’m not sure I want to.

I’d want to tell you that I’m sorry that we made so many promises to each other in the light when we never knew if we could make it through the dark. I guess we couldn’t, and I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry everything fell apart and I’m sorry that it blindsided me so much that I couldn’t see the idea of us lasting but God, I was so scared. You were everything to me and I didn’t know how to handle loving someone so much that every morning felt like a sigh of relief from the loneliness the days used to be. I really tried to give you the world, but it turns out I didn’t even have any skies to give after you stole my heart. Turns out I didn’t even need to give you anything spinning on an axis, because she gave you a whole universe.

I was so sure that you were mine, so sure that I had you and that it was stuck in the concrete and flattened to the permanence of the sidewalk. I was so sure that I never even considered how wrapped around you I was, or how easily you had me sitting in your palm. It never occurred to me that my own tranquility was not all that mattered. That in fact, you were human too... we both were. That stumbling upon that sort of a serendipity, which was us, of course didn't present itself without any prerequisites. The very epitome of you & I; naked and exposed, was stripped of its very rights so quickly that I never had a chance to see it coming. I had no choice but to surrender everything I had come to know, to the cataclysm that was now devouring me whole.

I think a lot about the things I’d tell you if I saw you now, but I don’t think I’d get a word in edge wise over the sound of my heart cracking all over again. I’ve never been good at letting go of things. But I swear it would’ve been easier to rip my own heart out with bare hands than to see you again, and be able to predict the moment that my world in it's entirety, would be ripped from my fingertips; with no remorse. Leaving me abandoned, somehow still moving through this fucking calamity.... completely aimless. All I knew for certain, was how to love you. It's not fair; nothing is. I want you back, I need you, please... please just FINALLY wake me up from this god damn nightmare."

-Just some things you can't say to anyone except your bedroom ceiling.

I think a lot about the conversations I would want to have if I saw you again. I think a lot about the things I’d want to tell you.

I’d want to tell you that I miss you so much that it hurts sometimes. I’d want to tell you that I think about you most at night when no one but me can hear the way my breath still feels a little shaky every time the thought hits that I’ve spent another day without you. Sometimes I think I’m just lonely and sometimes I want to scream because I don’t think I’ll ever love someone the way that I loved you. Sometimes I’m not sure I want to.

I’d want to tell you that I’m sorry that we made so many promises to each other in the light when we never knew if we could make it through the dark. I guess we couldn’t, and I’m sorry for that too. I’m sorry everything fell apart and I’m sorry that it blindsided me so much that I couldn’t see the idea of us lasting but God, I was so scared. You were everything to me and I didn’t know how to handle loving someone so much that every morning felt like a sigh of relief from the loneliness the days used to be. I really tried to give you the world, but it turns out I didn’t even have any skies to give after you stole my heart. Turns out I didn’t even need to give you anything spinning on an axis, because she gave you a whole universe.

I was so sure that you were mine, so sure that I had you and that it was stuck in the concrete and flattened to the permanence of the sidewalk. I was so sure that I never even considered how wrapped around you I was, or how easily you had me sitting in your palm. It never occurred to me that you’d need somebody else’s love, because I was so sure mine was enough to fill the weight of my heart against your sleeve.

I think a lot about the things I’d tell you if I saw you now, but I don’t think I’d get a word in edge wise over the sound of my heart cracking all over again. I’ve never been good at letting go of things, but I swear it would’ve been easier to rip my own heart out than see you love her the way I loved you.

”

Some things you can’t say to anyone but your bedroom ceiling

[chalkbird]

thinking about how the first roll of EXU: Calamity was a 13 and the last roll was a 31... yeah

[jonthethinker]

Damn, that reading just shows how magic Critical Role can be. It’s another in a long list of things that by sheer coincidence have brought unexpected meaning to something that might have been just another silly moment in the show.

Like, the shattered city of History, depicting the calamity, being tied to Lucien, the once shattered man working to restore the once shattered city of Aeor. A man driven by history, with the voices of the past haunting and inhabiting him totally, until his entire identity is shaped by these echos of a world long gone.

The Tyrant, Tiamat, being chosen for Lucien is also incredibly fitting, as he acts as personal king and overlord of the Tomb Takers and seeks even more power while keeping the Nein on a tight leash. I’m assuming the opposite side of the Tyrant card is Justice, to represent Bahamut the Platinum Dragon, eternal opponent of Tiamat. It’s a fitting juxtaposition, because Lucien was once a part of an order dedicated to slowly taking in the power of evil in order to better fight it, but risk with each passing day being taken under its sway; a thirst for justice and order being transformed grotesquely into a thirst for domination and control, Bahamut to Tiamat.

And then capping it off with Death. This can be taken as a sign of his impending death at the hands of the Nein or his own hubris to be sure, but it could also be a sign that Lucien, having died twice and been reborn again, may yet again have a chance at great transformational change, and choose a new path for himself. Or maybe it means that in his pursuit of this great power he will destroy so much around him that the only choice left will be rebirth from the ashes he left in his wake. Either way there’s this singularity in his future presenting an horizon even his many eyes can not see beyond, in which no matter how things pan out, things will never be the same.

The serendipity presented to us time and time again with Critical Role is just breathtaking. Damn I love this show.

[ladyorlandodream]

Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 part 6   part 7

871) Another Story DLC (Chapters in progress)

872) Oh, To Be The Lady's (Chapters in progress)

873) Rust (Chapters in progress)

874) Serendipity (Chapters in progress)

875) Mechanical Hearts (Chapters in progress)

876) Bela’s Pet (Chapters in progress)

877) The day the earth stood still (Chapters, Completed)

878) Parasite: Karl Heisenberg x Oc (Chapters, Completed)

879) A Life Of Peace (Chapters in progress)

880) Obscenum (short story)

881) I can't believe I am stuck with y'all (short story)

882) Oneshots and Headcanons For RE8 (Chapters in progress)

883) Countenance (Chapters in progress)

884) Drain You|(mostly) Gay Resident Evil Oneshots (Chapters in progress)

885) Payback (short story)

886) The Devil In I (Chapters in progress)

887) Maiden's Cum (short story)

888) A Jewel To Be Won (Chapters in progress)

889) The Fugitive (Finding Home)

890) Resident Evil Village: A Different Path (Chapters in progress)

891) to be body and nothing else (short story)

892) connoisseur of comfort (Chapters, Completed)

893) A Great and Terrible Beauty (short story)

894) In League with Dragons (Chapters in progress)

895) Helpless (short story)

896) The Dragon’s Den (Chapters, Completed)

897) I Don't Wanna Go (short story)

898) Ladies of the Night (short story)

899) The Dimitrescu Line (Chapters in progress)

900) Devotion By Choice (Chapters in progress)

901) Lady Dimitrescu captured by Umbrella (short story)

902) Roses and Thorns (Chapters in progress)

903) For the Lords (Chapters in progress)

904) A Meeting in Snow (Chapters in progress)

905) a lesser woman (Chapters in progress)

906) Wings (short story)

907) Fools in Love (short story)

908) For All Eternity (Chapters, Completed)

909) Safe Now (short story)

910) Resident Evil: Village Incorrect Quotes Resident Evil: Village Incorrect Quotes

911) Flesh and Blood (Chapters Completed)

912) Past Memories, New Body (Chapters Completed)

913) The Safe Room (short story)

914) ... (Karl Heisenberg x Reader/OC) (Chapters in progress)

915) Something Other Than Shame (Chapters in progress)

916) Protector of the Home (short story)

917) A Spark of Redemption (Chapters in progress)

918) Karl Heisenberg x OC (Chapters in progress)

919) The Killing Cure(Chapters in progress)

920) Soliloquy (short story)

921) Souls of Iron (Chapters in progress)

922) Her Pet (short story)

923) call me by your lover (Chapters Completed)

924) Living in My Demise (Chapters in progress)

925) Metal Gun and Love (Chapters Completed)

926) With a voice like that, there is no need for choirs (short story)

927) Astraphobia (short story)

928) Babysitter (short story)

929) Iron Heart ➢ Karl Heisenberg x FEM!reader (Chapters in progress)

930) Shared Nightmare (an OC / Resident Evil: Village fanfic) (Chapters in progress)

931) I'll Always Come Back (short story)

932) Impossible Tasks (Chapters in progress)

933) What Mothers Do (short story)

934) From Desperation Blooms Life (Chapters in progress)

935) Forbidden Desires (Chapters in progress)

936) Requests for the Dimitrescu! (short story)

937) His Doll (Chapters in progress)

938) Only the hallowed wade in ponds of azure (short story)

939) Stay a night.. (Chapters in progress)

940) Sleeping Beauty (Chapters in progress)

941) Peace through Superior Firepower (Chapters Completed)

942) Like A Lamb to the Slaughter (Chapters in progress)

943) Snugglebugs (short story)

944) Lost Descendant (Chapters in progress)

945) The Countess and the Lord (short story)

946) Better Yourself (short story)

947) A Herculean Effort (or two) (Chapters in progress)

948) before blood and water, there was only thirst (Chapters in progress)

949) Resident Evil Imagines (Chapters in progress)

950) Charade (Chapters in progress)

951) 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬. (short story)

952) Life at castle Dimitrescu (short story)

953) Peaches & Roses (Chapters in progress)

954) The Price We Must Pay (Chapters Completed)

955) Ivory Keys, Ivory Buttons (Chapters Completed)

956) Helping Bela dye her hair (short story)

957) A starter guide on how to be your teacher's favorite student (short story)

958) Her Most Precious Treasure (short story)

959) Hazbin Hotel x Helluva Boss x Resident Evil Cast (Main Games) (Chapters Completed)

960) Chrysanthemums and Amaranths (short story)

961) Belas Fear (Chapters Completed)

962) The Storm That Started It All (Chapters in progress)

963) Door #2 (Chapters in progress)

964) Kiss my knuckles and beg me to hurt you (short story)

965) And then there were five (Chapters Completed)

966) Delicate (Chapters in progress)

967) In The Dead Of Winter (Chapters in progress)

968) Numb (Chapters in progress)

969) bow and arrow (short story)

970) A Tear in the Timeline: What If? (Chapters in progress)

971) The Cure to Poison (Chapters in progress)

972) Firestarter (Chapters in progress)

973) Always and Forever (Chapters in progress)

974) Daughter Dearest (Chapters in progress)

975) Always and forever One-shots (Chapters in progress)

976) Tangled in Red {HIATUS} (Chapters in progress)

977) Plaything (Chapters in progress)

978) Held It In (Chapters Completed)

979) The Wolf and the Iron Steed (Chapters in progress)

980) Village of Secrets (Chapters in progress)

981) Is this an Adventure or a Horror? (Chapters in progress)

982) The Blood Stained Snow at the Bottom of the Hill (Chapters in progress)

983) Calamity (Andrea) (Chapters in progress)

984) Ophelia (short story)

985) Forging the Way Forward (Chapters in progress)

986) Go Gently (short story)

987) Innocent mistakes (short story)

988) Sânge Primordial (Chapters in progress)

989) Ignoring Canon: Poor Hobo Mechanic (Chapters in progress)

990) Agreeing at a price (short story)

991) Tainted (Chapters in progress)

992) The Legend of Zelda: Trope Wars (Chapters in progress)

993) Oh My God, You're Chris Redfield (Chapters in progress)

994) Blood Hydrangea (Chapters in progress)

995) Listen to me countess (Chapters in progress)

996) I Push, You Pull (short story)

997) Reincarnation (Chapters in progress)

998) The Long Mile (Chapters in progress)

999) Brought to Light (short story)

1000) to love and to lose (Chapters Completed) 1001) Two Shorten the Road (Chapters in progress)

1002) Wonderland (Chapters in progress)

1003) Village of Shadows (Chapters in progress)

1004) Family Pet (Chapters in progress)

1005) Deadly Nightshade (Chapters in progress)

1006) Heavy Metal Lover (Chapters in progress)

1007) What Could Have Been (Chapters in progress)

1008) Maybe...? (short story)

1009) room for growth

1010) Never They Will Not (Chapters Completed)

1011) When the Gears Start Clicking (Chapters Completed)

1012) The Four Families (Chapters in progress)

1013) Fine Things (Chapters in progress)

1014) Oneshots (Chapters in progress)

1015) A Honey Soaked Lullaby (short story)

1016) The Pet and the Pendulum (Chapters Completed)

1017) The Heisenberg Option (Chapters in progress)

1018) Lady Dimitrescu Isn't That Bad If You Ignore That She Tried To Kill Me! (short story)

1019) She Lit A Fire (Chapters Completed)

1020) Remove Your Hat! (short story)

1021) Reset (short story)

1022) Steel and Ash (short story)

1023) Stranger in a Strange Land (Chapters in progress)

1024) The Lady's Wife (Chapters in progress)

1025) The many joys of a broken life (Chapters in progress)

1026) The Lord of House Zamfir (Chapters in progress)

1027) The Morning After (short story)

1028) the coffee maker (short story)

1029) SUBJECT 06 (Chapters in progress)

1030) Defective (short story)

1031) “ Happy Birthday! ” (short story)

1032) Anything for You (Chapters Completed)

1033) the flowers are dead, fruit doesn’t taste the same (short story)

1034) A New Home (short story)

1035) Criminal (Karl Heisenberg x Original Character)

1036) Living with man-eaters (Dimitrescu and daughters x male reader) (Chapters in progress)

1037) What If We Had The Choice? (short story)

1038) Mrs. Crocodile (short story)

1039) Step On Me Tall Lady (short story)

1040) Drinking Pal (short story)

1041) The Deal We Made (ReaderXHeisenberg) (Chapters in progress)

1042) Nimble Fingers (short story)

1043) One day, the flower shall bloom (Chapters in progress)

1044) Multi-Verse Crack-shots (Chapters in progress)

1045) Family Matters (Chapters in progress)

1046) Pretty Little Thing (short story)

1047) Sweet Sacrilege (Chapters Completed)

1048) Self Indulgence (Chapters in progress)

1049) Deeper Roots (Chapters in progress)

1050) Karl Heisenberg: Five Star Fuckup (Chapters in progress)

1051) The Crows (Chapters in progress)

1052) The Apprentice (Chapters in progress)

1053) Lycanthropy (Chapters in progress)

1054) That was a Choice... (Chapters in progress)

1055) Already Dripping For Me, Pet? (Chapters in progress)

1056) Oh Heathens, Mine (short story)

1057) Black song, white scales (short story)

1058) Seal Lullaby (short story)

1059) The Iron Briar (Chapters in progress)

1060) A maiden's tale (short story)

1061) Terroir (short story)

1062) In the Face of Evil: A Resident Evil Village AU (Chapters in progress)

1063) Jedem das Seine (short story)

1064) Eye of the beholder (Chapters in progress)

1065) Together (Chapters in progress)

1066) BelaDonna Collection [HIATUS] (Chapters in progress)

1067) Ghost Love Score (short story)

1068) Poison & Rust (Chapters in progress)

1069) Acceptance (Chapters Completed)

1070) simple favours (short story)

1071) Red Fish, Blue Fish (Chapters in progress)

1072) The Snowfall Conundrum (Chapters in progress)

1073) Dinner for Two (short story)

1074) Make Me Holy (short story)

1075) A midsummers night monster (Chapters in progress)

1076) Don’t post this without a title- me (Chapters in progress)

1077) The Fisherman's Daughter (Chapters in progress)

1078) The Monsters We Find (Chapters in progress)

1079) Social Engineering (Chapters in progress)

1080) Look After Them (And Try Not to Make too Much of a Mess) (short story)

1081) Hearts of Stone (short story)

1082) The Iron Alpha (Chapters Completed)

1083) An Act of Kindness (Chapters Completed)

1084) Pursuit Of A Maiden's Heart (Chapters in progress)

1085) Iubirea Lui Pierdută | Karl Heisenberg (Chapters in progress)

1086) Venomous Cure (short story)

1087) Karl Heisenberg x m!reader oneshots (Chapters in progress)

1088) Eat of Me, Drink of Me (short story)

1089) Bittersweet (short story)

1090) Worst holiday ever...unless? (Chapters in progress)

1091) New in town (Chapters in progress)

1092) The Steel Omega (Chapters Completed)

1093) Psychic Attraction (Chapters in progress)

1094) Start Running (Chapters in progress)

1095) Рухлядь (short story)

1096) Blood War Rebellion (Chapters in progress)

1097) Rewarding Myself (Chapters Completed)

1098) can you feel my heart? (Chapters Completed)

1099) An evening in the castle (short story)

1100) Carrion Eating and Other Such Transgressions (Chapters in progress)

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OMGOMGOMGOKOKOK SOOO CAN I ask for a gentle vampire komaeda who has a crush on a very apprehensive and easily scared fragile girl who’s kind of scared of him at first but then after seeing how kind and soft he is, eventually comes around to like him? Also, he protects her bc vampires are vv strong 🥺 THANK YOU ILY DUDE <3

❝SERENDIPITY❞

Synopsis; Against the unruly clutches of chance, could the blossoming of a bond between two fundamentally forbidden species piece itself together?

Featuring; Nagito Komaeda x Fem! Reader

Warning(s); Vampire Komaeda, blood, alternate universe (AU), injury description, slight gore, and themes of predator/prey.

Kodzumie’s Note; This was so fun to do! Thank you so much, dear, for the request! Aah, vampire Komaeda is forever welcome on this blog. Thank you for bringing this idea to life, I love you so much!! Muah, muah! <3

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

��� The inception of adoration is an enigma. A blossoming of a passion so seemingly fantastical, yet ever-so ontological. Love―in its most bare form―is unpredictable.

⤷ You’re meek; the glorious crumb of bread dropped in a fish pond. But life is much more unforgiving to those who are unfit for the calamities of the world. Reflecting upon existence in a metaphorical sense, that fish pond could only wishfully have been inhabited by mere Koi, but rather barbarous piranhas.

⤷ In this bitter life, the chains abide only by those who are fit for survival. A population divided into two―humans and vampires―you’ve been subjected to the former; necessitating hospitality and the protection of another.

⤷ If not by mere chance, you’d have met your doom inevitably. It’s alarming; your fate cradled by the clutches of chance itself. But, as cruel as life proves itself to be, you harbor no command over your own providence.

⤷ And chance, as it has instilled within you relentlessly, prefers to plays it’s promiscuous games unfairly. Which you are reminded of once more as you find yourself cornered. Yet again, you are the helpless prey.

⤷ Your heart pulsates; a beating that rings amongst your ears almost deafeningly. The sound nearly drowning out the malevolent growls of the vampires seeking victuals of whichever foolish, helpless victim to feed upon. If only the thumping of your heart could drown the tantalizing realization that you are the pathetic victim.

⤷ In the mere blink of an eye, eclipsed figures sprint towards you. Hauntingly, their footprints seemingly inaudible as though they were flying. But if only you’d known better. You were human; weak and delicate. Whatever fragmentations of survival chance had provided seemed void in that instance.

⤷ Even by the grace of your legs carrying you as fast as they could possibly go, the odds were tauntingly against you. Granted, you likely wouldn’t even have time to accept the bitter reality of your predicament; you weren’t going to make it out of this alive.

⤷ Your breathing is erratic; uneven and forced out in puffs of desperation. But there’s a will within you. Though the poignant truth encapsulates your hope in shackles, you continue to fight. For every breath you take, you push yourself to run faster, dodge the clawed hands reaching for your feeble body, and to do whatever it takes to survive. 

⤷ It’s a humane instinct; to fight for a continuous existence despite fate’s stamp of undeniable death. You were steadily approaching your due date, and predictably by the end of the night, you’d be nothing more than the feed of the pack of vampires.

⤷ After a sharp turn, jabbing your heel into the ground as you whirl your body to turn; the air resistance inducing your eyes to clamp shut. It was a turn too fast for your body to handle, stumbling forward sporadically, but it was enough to throw the famished vampires off of your tail, even momentarily.

⤷ Run, run, run! Dumbified by the desolate venom of oncoming death, you leap forward, narrowly avoiding what would’ve been a climatic fault; tripping over the thick roots of an unforgiving oak tree.

⤷ The night air in which you once believed was refreshing and serene now plagued with the tang of your own demise. It’s suffocating; feeling fear for your life and yet unable to provide some sort of protection for yourself. You were cowardly, and you were weak. Yet in this bitter life, the chains abide only by those who are fit for survival.

⤷ And life doesn’t make exceptions for anyone. You, just as much as anyone who finds their fate at the mercy of chance, were no exception to its cruel deduction as a pair of arms envelope your form.

⤷ At long last, the chase has concluded. Of all nights you’d spent tossing and turning in a pitiful attempt to subdue the remanence of a nightmare―a lucid illusion of your innermost fears―nothing of that caliber could begin to compare to the piquant dread settling within you. You’ve been caught.

⤷ But even as the sinking anxiety pricks at your delicate heart, the tendrils of terror stabbing into your mind, you thrash. Kicking and scream, you fight against the figure engulfing your form, pressing your back against their abnormally cold front.

⤷ You, yourself, weren’t quite aware of why you kept insisting on resistance. Perhaps it was the hope residing within you; the hope that there’s even the slimmest of probabilities that you’d find a way out. Or perhaps that, itself, was the naked core of the human will.

⤷ Sobs tear through your throat, ripping your vocal cords raw as you screamed for help. Your desperate pleas for somebody―anybody―to help you. But even if they managed to hear you, who would be dumb enough to put their own life at risk for the sake of yours?

⤷ Such is life; we live, and we die. Those who are unable to fend for themselves are sacrificed to the grip of gravel as their corpses rot amongst the cycles of parasitism; cells feed upon your body until you’re nothing more than a husk of what once human; what was once alive.

⤷ Yet, even as you thrash and cry, begging for some sort of escape to the Hell you’ve been forced to witness and endure, you find that as moments pass, the anticipated pain of claws tearing into your plush skin as teeth sink into the conjunction of your neck never come.

⤷ You should be wary, you should expect for life to expose its cruel, ugly face to you in its hideous nudity. But such is the fragile mind of someone as meek as you; truly, you were what the world deemed as unfit for existence. You believed what embodied the hope towards a unified tomorrow. And that, in itself, was fatal.

⤷ As you calmed your body, easing the subtle tremors, you crane your head to meet eyes with your captor. Ghostly green hues interlock with yours as you gulp. It’s a man, an alarmingly paled young man.

⤷ His skin powdered in thin layers of dirt as he reciprocates your fearful gaze with a gentle grin. Features ever-so delicate you almost assumed that the mere flick against the plush would result in scarring. He was gentle and, at that moment, you felt as though you could trust him.

⤷ But trust is fatal in this world. And as you meet eyes with him, you finally push away with a shove of your shoulder against his throat. He chokes momentarily as you stumble back, albeit tripping over your own feet and landing on your rear.

⤷ Could it be that he’d come to aid you? Could it be that for once in the hauntings of this unforgiving world, you were provided with a temporary protector?

⤷ No. You’d be a fool to believe such audacious hospitality from the likes of what had damned you to such a corrupt fate; caught amidst a forest of brambles and blood-thirsty monsters, seeking to drink upon your viscous fluids.

⤷ As you continue to meet eyes with the boy, you manage to stutter a question that rang much too loudly for your liking. Yet you needed to stay assertive. One crack in your visage and you life would be taken before you could even comprehend it yourself. Who are you?

⤷ Truthfully, you didn’t even know if he’d muster a genuine reply. For all you knew, he could leave you with a cold shoulder and put an end to your miserable life. But, much to your surprise, he manages to croak out a choked answer; “I’m Nagito Komaeda.”

⤷ Though as soon as his name escapes from his lips, he shrinks his gaze away as he bows to you. A gesture that startled you as you quickly realized who he was. Or rather, what he was.

⤷ As he voiced his name, baritone voice resonating against the hollow oak, his fangs barely showcased themselves from within the caverns of his mouth. You, really and truly, were in a predicament. And one that would seemingly result at the end of your life; an unfathomable death.

⤷ He lifts his head as you shriek, finding your figure to be rapidly crawling away from his in desperation. There was no way in Hell you were going to stick around if it meant being in the presence of the one who―you were certain of―would take it upon themselves to feed on you.

⤷ “H-Hey, where are you going?” He questions, beginning to pace after you. How belittling. His jog was quick enough to synchronize with your frantic crawls. You stood no chance. You were at his mercy.

⤷ Lifting your head once more, a frustrating cry escapes. “You’re one of them!” Your tone sharp despite your countenance openly conveying your vulnerability. Even to him, it was blatantly clear that you’d dubbed your fate as under the terrorizing control of his will.

⤷ “I don’t mean any harm to you.” He admits. His voice a mere whisper amongst the chirping of the nocturnal melody the crickets sang. Ghostly green orbs glossed with earnest intentions as he respectfully kneeled before you, holding his hand out towards you.

⤷ It’s strange. This―in every way imaginable―was abnormal. A taboo, even. His lips curled into a smile that genuinely expressed his yearning to assist you was wrong; it shattered every miserable rule this corrupted cycle of life instilled.

⤷ And yet you still place your hand within his, allowing him to help you up to your feet. He even went as far as to pat down the front of your garments, ridding you of the accumulated dirt from your attempted escape. It unnerved you. Why is he acting as though he truly wants to help you?

⤷ “You were running away from a pact of vampires, weren’t you?” He asks, stepping away from you. The space allowing you personal room to breath yet enough closeness to ensure you’re within arms-reach. With a shaky nod of your head, you agree to his inquiries.

⤷ Yet you’re still cautious. He’s a vampire, he’ll easily be able to overpower you and strip you of your life, leaving you with the travesty of what you fear would only be momentary trust.

⤷ “Why are you helping me?” It’s a direct question, and one you prayed he wouldn’t dodge. You had to know; you needed to know. But were you truly prepared for the truth? Were you prepared to hear what the embodiment of your fate had to say over your very own survival? A confirmation of your death?

⤷ You almost managed to interrupt him and admit you don’t want to know, but he beats you to it. Truthfully, it takes a moment to register. You almost don’t believe it, but the haunting vivid reality of his lips moving as each word escaped his lips leads you to believe that it’s real.

⤷ “I couldn’t sit back and allow someone so hope-filled to be mauled by the obscene, hideous hunger of despair. I want to help you. I want you to survive.”

⤷ With a dazed mind, you begin to question whether or not you’d managed to hit your head previously. Was this an illusion? It’s against the principles of this perpetually miserable world to allow unity between the two ruptures of the population; vampires and humans.

⤷ But it was real, real, real. The ontological sensation of his hand cradling yours as he helped you up, that was real. His arms encapsulating you as he put a halt to your sprints of flee, that was real. This entire situation was so hauntingly real. Yet how could he insist on something so unworldly?

⤷ Though you weren’t allowed to voice your perplexed distrust as he ever-so gently takes your hand within his once more. The soft, alarmingly cold skin of his hand figuratively melting against yours; in which your body regulated to remain at a forgivable body temperature.

⤷ He tugs your hand to signal for you to follow him, his eyes glistening with the reflection of the moon as he smiles. The curling of his lips oozing with a foreign sincerity you’d never have guessed to be found from someone like him; someone you’d predicted would be the death of you.

⤷ “Come on, I know a place where you can hide. They’re not going to find you there, I promise.” It’s a voiced assurance; a promise of your survival. Or, at the very least, for your protection.

⤷ But did you really have any option other than to rely on him? Rejecting his offer could insinuate a possible rage and result in his teeth sinking into your flesh. Yet abiding could, too, result in the findings of your hideout and fatally subject you to the mauling of multiple slobbering, fanged mouths.

⤷ You nod, deciding to agree. “O-Okay.” It was faint, but induced the softening of his gaze as a breathy chuckle escaped him.

⤷ “It’s not the best place around, but it’s the most scum like me could find. Sorry I can’t give you anything more adequate.” He apologized. It was a charming apology, yet unnecessary. Truly, you’d have never expected him to provide a location for you to seek shelter within.

⤷ “No, it’s fine...” You trail off, eyes narrowing on your intertwined hands. He was abnormally cold, yet you still seemed to feel strangely warm. A flurry of fondness smothering your chest as you suppressed an oncoming smile, finally tearing your gaze away from your joint hands.

⤷ “Thank you, Nagito.” Amidst the crescendo of nocturnal chirping and the gust of the nightly breeze, you voice a mere echo. Yet it still is audible and resonates within the pointed ears of your fanged potential ally.

⤷ He turns to you with a momentary visage of bewilderment. It seems that he, too, is susceptible to shock despite the loops of flummox he’s thrown you in for the night.

⤷ After a moment, his confusion melts into his fond smile that you’ve rapidly grown fond of. This meeting, by all odds, was due to the clutches of unapologetic chance. As he squeezes your hand within his, you’re reminded that this is inexplicably irredeemable.

⤷ Hand-in-hand, the two of you fragment the shackles of taboo; the perpetual division of your diverse species. It’s by chance that a vampire has taken it upon themself to assist a human. And it’s by chance that what life’s fundaments deem an impossible allegiance is the blossoming of your potential bond.

⤷ But there’s a chance―an undoubtable hope―that a unified future between the two unaligned. It’s a slim probability. But when has life―when has chance―ever proven itself to be fair?