#ugh i'm still deceased

[scargivr]

𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠  of  kora anders  ( ... ) 𝟎𝟎𝟓 / ∞ ↳  class :  ft. @wr1tten &. gunnar

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Ecto-Specialist

Danny Fenton gets sent by his parents as a Fenton Ecto-Specialist at the request of the Justice League. They would have gone themselves, but unfortunately, every other Fenton had come down with the flu.

Danny was happy about his ghost immune system because this meant he could present Ghosts in a much more favorable light. He left behind all his parents' weapon blueprints and research reports.

He switched them out with his PowerPoint, ghost notes, and interviews he managed to obtain from the friendlier spiris. He arrived to the Hall of Justice, was given a special access pass and was told to set up in a board room.

He nervously plugged everything in, smooth down his suit, and practiced his speech. He's given presentations before, but they have always been school assignments. It was still nerve-wracking, but at least everyone else had to give the exact same topic for the same five to six minutes requirement.

Here, he was going to speak before some of the best heroes of the world to convince them that ghosts were sentiment. To prove they should have rights.

No pressure.

"Hello, I'm Danny Fenton. I'm going to speak about Ecto-beings and their vast culture within the Infinite Realms, " He says to the empty chairs. He pauses for a moment before, as if though he was gathering the attention of a audience before pressing the clicker abd watching his slide move.

"What are Ecto-beings?" He makes a gesture, that he once saw Tim Drake do on TV. It was a smooth wrist roll that he thought look sophisticated. "They can come in all shapes and sizes. Some are naturally formed from their environment, others are born to Ecto-beings and a few or deceased spirits. But they all share a core build from ectoplasm. That's what classifieds them as-"

"Maybe start but explaining what ectoplasm is" a voice cuts him off. Danny is not proud of the high pitch scream that releases from his throat. He is even less proud that he jumps so badly, he ends up tripping over his feet and falling over.

Bell-like laughter, fills the air, and Danny swings his head to the doorway only to further choke on his spit. Standing there looking like a Greek god is Tim Drake.

The very person he was attempting to imitate.

"Are you the Fenton Works representative?" Drake asks, strutting in with a wink. "I'm here on Wayne Enterprises behalf. We may be doing a joint charity effort for Ecto-beings rights. I'm Timothy Drake. And you?"

"I ugh, I'm Danny. Ugh- Danny Fenton. My parents own Fenton Works." He scrambles to his feet, flushing dark red when Drake smiles. "I'm presenting today. I was um practicing?"

"You're doing great" Drake assures. "Just remember to not stand in front of the screen. You want people to ready your bullet points."

"Oh." Danny drags his podium over. He cringes when he realizes that causes it yo scrap against the floor, leaving two long lines.

Drake's grin widens. "It has wheels. You just press the little lever on the right"

Danny wants to die "right. Sorry"

"Nothing a wax machine can't fix." Drake tilts his head, studying his face before asking,"Want to get a quick coffee to calm your nerves? They sell a great brand in the cafeteria"

Danny rubs his hands "Coffee makes me more nervous but thank you"

Drake's smile flatters before it switches back. "Icecream then?"

"No thank you. I run cold naturally and ice cream makes it worse"

".....how about afterwards? We could go watch a moive? Dinner?"

"I would, but I'm supposed to stay in the hotel my parents rented for me. They'll know if I'm not."

The other teen nods and looks a bit disappointed. "Alright, you can't blame a guy for trying . Well, good luck with your practice. I'll be back in an hour for the presentation."

Dannybwaves goodbye, trying to slow his fluttering heart rate. He just spoke to Tim Drake! He can't wait to text Sam and Tucker.

It's only after re-running the presentation once, about thirty minutes later, that Danny jolts in place "HE WAS ASKING ME OUT?!"

"Who was?"

For the second time that day, Danny released a high pitch scream. It's much worse to find Wonder Woman fighting a amused smile standing in the doorway instead of a Teenage Hearttob.

He hasn't even started. Maybe he should have fake being sick, too.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

First and Last Dance

Summary: After dying, you refuse to follow your reaper into the afterlife before experiencing what sex feels like. Pairing: Park Seonghwa x afab!Reader Genre: Smut, Horror, One-Shot Tropes: virgin!reader, grim reaper!AU, first and last time Word Count: 2.4K Contains: mild corruption kink, mentions of alcohol and drugs, discussion of dying in a fire, waking up disoriented, memory loss, cursing, pet names (sweetheart, love, baby girl, sir), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), marking, praise, multiple orgasms, fingering (f. receiving)

"Ugh," you groan as you wake up, gripping your head tight thanks to your hangover. "Fuck, did I really do that much last night?"

Looking around with squinting eyes, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. The dark grey walls and black-out curtains certainly help your headache, but you can't remember how you got here or where here even is.

The creak of the door draws your attention. In walks a beautiful man with hair like raven feathers and an outfit matching the dark room. Quickly, your brain runs through an empty shelf of memories, trying to figure out whether you did something with this gorgeous man and forgot. Patting your body, you find all your clothes on your body, but not quite intact. Noticing holes in the fabric, you push down the covers to figure out the damage. Strangely, you find scorch marks all over your shirt - a burned hem cutting its original length, small holes with blackened edges from sparks flying onto the flammable fabric, even a full sleeve missing.

Before you can ask about the night prior, the stranger speaks, "You probably don't remember. That tends to happen." He pulls a chair closer to the bed, sitting back and relaxing. As if running on a script, he rallies off information, "Last night, you were at a party. An accident happened, where someone dropped a lit cigarette into some spilled alcohol. Not very many people survived, as the alcohol fire spread quickly and most of the party goers were impaired by the various drugs and alcoholic drinks."

A fire? You remember everyone's screams shifting from excited to terrified, but can't remember the flames themselves. With that big of a disaster, you wouldn't have expected to forget, even under the influence.

"At least I made it out safe."

"You didn't, Y/N." The man reveals with a look of boredom on his face, "That's why I'm here. My name is Seonghwa, and I'm a reaper. It is my job to collect the newly deceased and lead you into the afterlife."

"No."

Finally showing emotion in his reaction, Seonghwa doesn't know what to say, frozen in shock. Nobody has outright denied him like this. They've fought, cried, cursed him, and even struck him, but nobody has had your composure to simply say no.

"I can't die yet. I haven't done so many things. I've barely even hugged people I found attractive. What about my first kiss, my first time? Or traveling with someone I love? I can't die when I haven't done any of that. Send me back."

There it is. A line Seonghwa's heard time and time again. But this time, it's framed differently. No first kiss? Seonghwa empathizes with you, as a reaper who often wonders of the joys of living. Reapers, of course, weren't granted that chance; forged by the gods of death with the sole purpose of easing their jobs, reapers often face a tedious, repetitive life. Most were okay with it, as that is all they ever knew, but everyone hears stories of those driven crazy after too many interactions with humans.

"I cannot send you back. You're already dead, and that's out of my powers. I simply lead you to the proper afterlife."

Your posture drops as he explains this. All you ever wanted was a sweet love story in your life, and now it won't happen. Despite this, your urge to at least try something still rages within you. So much so that you don't even try to stop yourself from asking Seonghwa a desperate question.

"Could you show me what love is like? Or at least let me feel what it's like to kiss and touch someone?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected request, Seonghwa forgets his words for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly. You look at him, anticipating his answer and hoping he'll give in.

"You want to kiss me? To touch me?"

"Why not? You have a pretty face, a nice voice, and probably a body sculpted by gods. Why wouldn't I? You seem nice, too."

Something in the naivety of your words pulls at him. Urges he didn't know he held surface as you pout at him, and he can't stop himself from wanting to show you everything he can before leading you to your final resting place. Here, in the confines of these smoke-colored walls where time stands still and everything lies in limbo, Seonghwa breaks his personal protocol to indulge in something dark bubbling inside him. Without saying another word, he pushes himself off the chair and kisses you. He moves so fast that you can't catch your breath before his lips are mingling roughly with yours. Your hands find their way to his chest while his snake behind you, one on your upper back and the other resting on your hip.

He brings you closer, tightening the gap. As you both pant out in breaks from the sloppy kiss, your body heats up. Although you're certain you can't be kissing very well based on how much more work he's doing, he doesn't seem to pay it any mind. His luscious lips overtake yours with ease, you feel every movement amplified. The moment his cold hands slide under the remaining fabric covering you, it feels so enticing against your hot body, cooling your back down with a simple touch. Slowly, you find him guiding you to lie on the bed. He hovers above you, looking down on you as he appreciates the look on your face - a look begging for more but not knowing what that might entail; a mix of fear and longing.

Your innocence spurs him on more than he thought possible; even just seeing you looking at him and trying to steady your breathing drives him insane. His usually loose pants much more snug thanks to his erection, Seonghwa refuses to hold himself back. With a quick swipe of his hand, your shirt rips apart, revealing your bare stomach and beautifully adorned chest. With a deep growl and another swipe, your pants fall to the sides of your legs, leaving you lying under him in your matching bra and panty set.

"What a wonderful color on you." His hand lingers on your waist as he admires how well the color of your underwear suits your skin tone, "I almost don't want to rip it off of you. Almost."

Leaning in, Seonghwa leaves kisses all over your uncovered body, marking you in places he knows will feel best for you - under your ear, along your collarbone, on both hips, right above the covered portion of your chest. Although his kisses are soft, his marks turn aggressive as he sucks hard and even bites down on some spots.

Along with the rough marking, his hands make quick work of the little remaining fabric on your body. When his lips reach fabric, he quickly works to remove it. Unlike before, he takes care not to rip apart your undergarments, bringing a temporary sense of kindness to his actions. Unbeknownst to you, he's careful with them so he can hold onto them after you leave him - a souvenir of sorts. That kindness doesn't last long, not when your naked body is on full display for him. Looking down at you, he can feel himself salivate at your inexperience as it leaves you slightly covering yourself in nervousness. His eyes darken before he moves further down the bed, spreading your legs to place his face snuggly between them.

"Y-You don't have to-"

"Sweetheart," he growls as he peeks up at you, "What fun would it be if I didn't show you everything?"

Kissing and nibbling the skin on your inner thigh, his silky black hair prickles against your other leg. The closeness of the sensations to your throbbing core makes you squirm involuntarily. Feeling him chuckle against your thigh, your hands fly to your face as it heats up from the embarrassment. After giving both thighs plenty of attention, he centers himself, proud to see you soaking already. Running a finger through your folds, he uses your arousal to coat his fingers before sliding them inside you, one at a time. At the first insertion, your body tenses in response to the newfound sensation. You expected that you'd feel similar to when you do it, but the angle, the size, the speed - everything feels so different. He moves the finger in and out before adding his second one, stretching your tense body out some more.

He kisses your thigh as his fingers curl inside of you, "Relax, sweetheart. Believe me, it'll feel so much better when you untense yourself. Breathe. Enjoy it."

At his coaxing, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Letting yourself relax, you notice the knots in your body fading, replaced with the intense warmth of your core and the slow, intoxicating movement of his fingers inside you. Noticing this, Seonghwa leans in, swirling his tongue around your folds and quickly finding your clit. He's careful and calculated in his movements here, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet. But he knows exactly how to work you up, and you feel something build inside you. You recognize this feeling and let your hips grind against him as you chase after the high you desire. He flattens his tongue against your clit, the roughness and pressure sending you over the edge. He continues curling his fingers perfectly inside you as you ride through your orgasm, the feeling rippling through you.

Slowly removing his fingers from you, you wince at the emptiness, but he caresses your cheek and shushes you as he lifts himself again. Dragging his shirt over his head, you gawk at his torso. He's slim but well-built. Not quite six-pack well, but the soft lines running down his abs look better without the added dimension. You lift your hand to drag your fingertips over his body, but he's too busy tearing his pants down to give you a chance. Your gaze drops as he moves, drawn to his cock standing tall and proud. You were right - he's definitely sculpted by gods, and whoever made him needed to be worshipped even more. How could a dick be good-looking? Everything you'd seen before was not for looking, but his looked delicious, curving upward slightly and built to spread someone open in the best ways.

While you're busy gawking at him, he climbs above you again. Grabbing your jaw roughly and forcing your gaze back to his face, he smirks.

"My face is up here, love. What could possibly be better to look at than this face?"

Crashing his lips against yours again, he doesn't need to hear an answer. Holding himself up with one arm, he moves a hand between his legs. Grabbing himself, he coats his length in your fluids by rubbing himself between your folds. The small touches leave you begging for more as he pulls his lips off of yours.

"Please... I need it."

"Oh? You need it? What a gorgeous sentence to fall from your breathless lips. Well, let me oblige."

Lining his tip up with your entrance, he slowly pushes in, stretching you out even with such a small amount. Growling with a clenched jaw, he manages to keep his pace despite wanting to bury himself entirely inside you. After a painfully long wait, he bottoms out inside of you. His length brings tears to your eyes, but they don't overflow. The burning stretch shifts away after a while, but your breath remains caught in your throat.

Pecking your lips and rubbing your cheek with his knuckles, he praises you, "You're doing so well. You can take all of me. Good job, baby girl. Let me know when you're ready."

His kind words calm you down, allowing your breathing to return to you. when the burn fades completely and your body adjusts to his size, you wiggle a bit, urging movement.

"Use your words, sweetheart. Are you ready?"

"Yessir. Please move."

Once again, your innocence feeds his urge to ruin you entirely. With your sweet voice and naivety of what it'll feel like when he moves, he throws out his plan to ease you into everything. Pulling back slowly, he slams into you, his hips hitting your thighs on impact. He keeps going at this pace, roughly slamming into you again and again. Your eyes roll back into your head and your mouth falls open, noises messily leaving your lips as your brain muddles. His hands grip your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh as he uses his grip to pull you into him. Filling the room with the sounds of sex, Seonghwa's head falls back for a moment as he enjoys the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

"Seonghwa," his name falls softly from your lips, "I'm gonna-"

Unable to finish your sentence as your orgasm crashes upon you, Seonghwa groans at the sensation of you finishing around him. He picks up his pace, sloppily pounding into you as he chases his own high. Leaning forward into you, his head falls into the crook of your neck, teeth gripping onto your skin as he finishes inside you. Feeling the warm liquid shooting into you, you feel strangely complete, as if all you needed to feel alive again was a grim reaper's cum.

As Seonghwa lies on top of you, your collective pants now the only sounds in the small room, you thank him for obliging in your silly request. The embarrassment of begging a total stranger to take your virginity finally hits you, so you add a small apology at the end.

Brushing your hair with his fingertips, he replies, "Don't apologize. Thank you for letting me be your experience, it awakened and quelled a desire I didn't realize I had."

"'Your experience,' that's funny. Since it's my first and last, right? You'll be all I know." You poke fun at the situation in front of you, trying to relieve the nerves slowly gathering about the afterlife.

"Good." He growls out deeply. "Keep it that way. It makes me so happy knowing that you really are all mine."

Tags: @dimpledsatan-recs @mo0nbeams

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 6

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 5

I get really happy every time one of you guys like, reblog, or comment on my chapters, Thanks guys :3

CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.

You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.

You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.

You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.

You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.

(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)

You are keeping an eye on him though.

If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.

Social hierarchy be damned.

You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.

• • • •

Jade did a double-take.

"..."

He blinked.

Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.

Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.

"..."

Nope, still the same.

Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*

...Pft–

He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.

Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.

Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.

Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...

(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)

He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.

• • • •

"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.

He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.

This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)

"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."

"We can manage—"

"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"

You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)

He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.

But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.

Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.

You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.

• • • • •

Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.

It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.

Thank goodness they're in his office.

"Can you stOp?!"

Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<

Hmph.

Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.

And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.

The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.

Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.

Now.. How to get them...

• • • • •

You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.

Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.

Yeah no.

You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.

Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.

See if they're done already.

The sun is starting to go down, after all.

• • • • •

Mc... We're going to come find you.

Don't worry..

Please stay safe..

Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..

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EDIT: WTF WHY DID THIS CHAPTER GET POSTED?! I SAVED IT IN THE GODDAMN DRAFTS THIS AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE DONE YET WHAT THE HELL?!

Oh welp, ain't nothing I can do about it now..

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[gotham-response]

Get your popcorn. It's storytime, kiddos

CW: death and death related stuff

We got a call to a funeral home tonight. Nbd, not the first time it's happened. Medical emergencies can happen anywhere, and occasionally you'll get a call for broken heart syndrome. But anyway, that's what we were expecting. A sick family member

As you might guess from my setup, that's not what we found.

We get to the funeral home, and there's a group of people clustered in the parlor. They're all murmuring with varied levels of panic. Usually, people cluster around the patient, so I'm kind of pushing through, looking for the center of the group. But I don't see anyone on the floor, and people are starting to point towards the casket

"What's going on?" I ask. "Where's the patient?"

They keep pointing at the casket

For a long moment, I wonder if this is worth it. Maybe I should just quit. But switching jobs is always a hassle, and somehow, being strangled by a zombie is more appealing than job hunting

I approach the casket. The deceased looks as they should: dead. But the family is still gesturing that way, so I tap the body on the shoulder. "Sir?"

I feel so stupid. This is stupid. I wonder if this is a prank

"Sir?" I repeat.

The body's eyes open. I jump, but this is probably not completely impossible. People can gasp and have reflexes after death. I've never heard of it happening so late after death, but-

The body sits up

"I..." I have no clue what to say.

The non-deceased corpse groans. Rubs their temples. "Ugh," they groan. "Where am I?"

"The... funeral home. It's your viewing."

"Again?" The patient huffs, swings their legs over the edge of the casket, and hops out. "So do you need me to sign some paperwork or something? I'm not going to the hospital."

I look at the family. They're terrified. I look back at the patient. They're tired.

"Um. Yeah. Just a few questions first"

I ask for their name. The day. The city. The president.

They pass with flying colors and sign the refusal form, and I'm driving back to the station five minutes later

I still don't know what happened, but if anyone has suggestions, I'd love to hear them

[skylights422]

Watching X-Men '97, and one thing I find funny about Morph so far is that a lot of his teasing feels like it SHOULD be making the team angrier with him - since he does tend to needle at insecurities a bit - but it...doesn't? (This being written with 7/10 episodes still left to air mind you, so maybe at some point a character will go 'Morph you've been meaner since you came back from the dead and no I don't mean the possession arc could you tone it down', which I'll take if/when it comes) LIKE. In the first two episodes when they go to cheer up Wolverine, both times they shift into people you would think would upset Wolverine (Jean and Sabretooth), but it...genuinely gets him to open up/relax/feel better? xD Which I guess shows Wolverine is kind of a weirdo too and that's possibly part of why he meshes well with Morph lol. But also, okay, those two are Best Friends, it makes sense the pair would have a unique dynamic and Morph would know pretty well how far they can go without upsetting him or otherwise having the unintended effect of 'not cheering him up'. But then with the other teammates, they still go pretty far with the teasing, and it admittedly doesn't make them feel Better like with Wolverine, but the reaction generally seems to be more of a 'ugh Morph' rather than a serious 'WHOA NOW that is too far and I am Offended'. Like when he was teasing Scott by turning into the currently deceased Xavier? Scott was like >:/ and not much else, and then everyone else in the room also gave Scott crap for being too rigid lol, so clearly this was not, somehow, considered a boundary to Not Cross. Or when he teases Gambit - lol the fact this even happened to me implies either Rogue and Magneto are SO UN-SUBTLE about seeing each other that it's become a team joke and everyone knows, or Gambit has complained about it often enough to Wolverine and Morph that they've reached the teasing him about it stage, and both explanations are kinda funny to me. But still, Gambit's reaction here is more of a 'aw shiz what if they have a point' and less 'hey knock it off you're being mean' (though Wolverine did actually say that a bit but let's be real he also found it funny, which did lessen the impact of the chastisement somewhat). And I just find this whole dynamic kind of funny because either the X-Men are all kind of weird and their line of what 'taking teasing too far' looks like is just placed differently than most people's (this is at least the case for Wolverine lolll), they all know Morph well enough to know they don't mean it to be actually cruel, or Morph knows them well enough to know which needling will get an eye roll and which would actually make them really hurt or angry. (Or that everyone other than Wolverine and maybe Jean and Storm find Morph off-putting but don't know how to bring it up since he is otherwise a very loyal/dedicated teammate, which again, we'll see if that's brought up) Overall though I've been really enjoying Morph (I liked him in the original series too) and like what they're doing with them, so I'm curious to see what they do with them!

[soaps-mohawk]

RE: chapter 22

First of all, Kyle and the reader falling asleep in THAT position?! 11/10 writing. They must have been beyond exhausted to end up like that, and I can almost feel the back and leg pain.

Also, can we get a professional pedicure session with the reader and all the guys soon? A little self-care/funny moment (and probably some ticklish feet) would be perfect after all the angst. They definitely deserve it! And taking care of their omega by going to self-care appointments with her sounds adorable—like those little acts of service, such as filling her plate for her. Still hoping Simon will start doing that (or other similar acts) soon. I would just MELT.

The training scene? I’m DECEASED. SCRUMPTIOUS. There’s definitely drugs in your writing. Impatiently waiting for my next dose, but please take your time to marinate the next chapter in your wonderful brain.

Can‘t believe Simon couldn’t be late just ONE TIME? Like, PLEASE. What’s going on in his brain? (Not so subtle request for more Ghostly thoughts.) (I wouldn’t say no to Soapy or Gazy or Pricey thoughts either—I just want to dig into all their brains and soak up everything. How did they all feel when the reader and Simon came into the mess? No jealousy at all? Not even Price? Any reactions from other people that the reader missed but they noticed?)

Anywaysss - Back to the topic: Ghost definitely knows what he did, right? There’s no way he doesn’t notice her scent when walking to the mess, especially after inhaling it so directly from her neck for what felt like quite some time. You can't tell me he didn’t get a little drunk off it (as Price later mentions, "a mixture someone could get drunk off of"), but apparently not drunk enough to be just A LITTLE LATE. UGH. WHY?? (You’re torturing us!) (Price ignoring his alarm made up for it slightly (also him being in charge so he can be late without consequence, YES), but pleaseeee gimme more Simon pls pls pls)

The last scene? Straight out of a movie. Heavy pouring rain, unsaid feelings, the angst. Loved it, hated it, need more.

He’s so straightforward and quick with how he’s telling her and just leaving right after, not wasting a second. Painful, but it makes me wonder if he’s almost "fleeing" to avoid dragging it out and making it harder on the reader—or even himself. Maybe he’s trying to just focus on doing his job and coming back as soon as possible?

And then the reader trudging back, soaked and miserable, with Johnny holding the door open…he definitely saw the tears, right? Even though her skin was already wet from the rain. Plus, the reader was probably giving off some scent of sadness. So hiding the tears wouldn’t really do much. What happens after??? And when will she finally tell SOMEONE about the cameras that were in her room?

Can you tell I live for this story?

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Aaah first of all, thank you!!! I'm so glad you've been enjoying it so far!! 💚💚💚

I've fallen asleep in a similar position (not doing that) back when I injured my back and 0/10 would recommend. The cramping and pain in the hips and back and legs is not worth it 😭

Omg that would be so cute. Just four big, buff men walking into a nail salon wanting pedicures 😂 I love it. Ugh it's the sweet little things that get me (can you tell my love language is acts of service??)

Would you believe the training scene was one of the first I wrote for this chapter?? It was like the only idea I had for it when I started writing lmaooo. Oh trust me, it's marinating. I also think about this fic 24/7.

Simon has a schedule to keep, ya know?? Lmao I'd write the entire fic from Simon's POV in a heartbeat. 😂 I'd probably write it from all of their POVs if I had enough time and energy.

Simon may have been a little scent drunk 🤭 that's why things got as far as they did. (I realized I'd been neglecting Price for a while and had to throw in a little tidbit for him to make up for it lol)

I may or may not have been channeling The Notebook (which I've only seen once believe it or not) a bit in that scene. Pouring rain, strong emotions, someone leaving for an unknown amount of time. Delicious.

Oh Simon definitely wanted to stay and he was rushing to avoid talking himself out of leaving. He knows he has a job to do, and he's a loyal soldier, but so soon after he finally allowed himself to develop this relationship with the reader? Brutal.

They'll find out the whole truth soon, don't worry. It is coming...soon. Soon. Soonish. Ish.

Eventually.

[justheretop0st]

Hi! I was reading your work and i thought you were a excellent writter.

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So im gonna shoot my shot and ask you for a Cicero x Fem!reader drabble/headcannon who is also a jester? Nsfw and sfw would be appreciated alot!

XOXO -anon💓💓💓

Wow Anon, I am so sorry about this late response. I was never notified of this ask. I hope this will make up for how long you had to wait. Much love and blessings to you.

She skipped merrily along a path. she knew not where she was going, but she knew that it was beautiful. In her hands she held flowers of lavender and tundra cotton. On her face she smiled with such glee. The sun was out. The wind was blowing and-

"I told you to quit asking you freakish Jester! Get out of here before I do something you'll regret!" Such anger in this voice. Rushing a little forward to come over a small hill, she noticed a man walking back to a cart that was loose of its wheel. He looked quite annoyed, but his outfit really explained it all. She decided then she would help him as best she could. Anger, annoyance, or sadness she would turn this strangers frown upside down.

Upon speaking with him, she found out that this man was transporting his dear mother to a new home. How sweet of him to honor his deceased mother. "Thank you so much Cicero for telling me about this!" She smiled up at him and grabbed his hand, placing in it a small bouquet of lilac and white. "I'll go speak with Loreius and we can get that wheel fixed!"

Despite offering her coin, she denied it. She waited until Loreius came down with some tools and even helped as best she could. Once the wagon was finished, she offered Cicero her name. He did smile and danced as she repeated her name. "Ah! (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)! Such a pretty name for a shining lady! Thank you! Offering lucky Cicero flowers to make Cicero smile again! Oh Mother would be so lucky to have you in her family!"

The oddity of this statement made her confused but still she smiled and gripped his hands and began to spine him around. "I love to make people feel better! I'm so glad I could help you. May our paths meet again!"

---

Indeed their paths met again. She joined the dark brotherhood by accident and by the leader no less. Coming back to the lair, she heard Astrid and a familiar voice.

"Ugh, we have one Jester, but Cicero WILL be afforded the respect deserving his position as Keeper."

When she rounded the corner, she saw a familiar face and a familiar set of lilac and white. "Cicero? Oh Cicero! I knew I might see you again!"

---

The two spent so long catching up. She watched him as he tended to the Mothers body. He watched as she was easily able to speak with the other members. He learned from her and she learned from him.

She was preparing to leave out for a mission. She was going to kill some person, oh well she would have to go back for this persons name. But behind her she could hear footsteps. "Hmm?"

Upon turning around, she met the gaze of her dear friend. "Oh! Hello Cicero! Come by to say good luck?" She had a smile on her face, but his face held not happiness or any type of joy. She couldn't place it, but her smile faded. "What's wrong Cicero?"

He met her eyes and weakly chuckled. "Oh (Y/N) poor Cicero came to say goodbye." She couldn't place it, but she could feel its double meaning.

"You mean, Cicero will see you later, right?" A solemn smile came across his lips as he reached out to cup her face.

"Oh my sweet sweet Listener. My sweet sweet (Y/N)." His voice dropped its normal facade that made her eyes widen in shock. "Only for you will I say, I will see you later." He leaned forward to place a kiss on her forehead.

She didn't know what to do with herself. It appeared to be a declaration, but he did not stay to listen. He merrily skipped away chattering about the night mother. Despite her being able to bounce back from anything, this left her curious during her days of travel. She had a mission to complete and she would complete it.

---

She came back to find out about the attack. Perhaps Cicero knew he might stand a chance of dying. She was sent to finish Cicero's life and find Astrids husband. He was always so serious. It left a bad taste in her mouth, but she knew the real reason she was going. If ever there was a chance to see Cicero again, surely she would. Perhaps she was being foolish in her cheery demeanor of that stupid wolf slain. But she still pressed forward to find Cicero. That wolf could wait. That would would surely die another day.

Perhaps Cicero truly feared for his life. The ghosts who were protecting him put up a good fight. Despite being the Listener, they still fought to protect him. She pushed forward regretting that she wasn’t there to protect Cicero. After all, Cicero was right about the family. He didn’t deserve to die and she wasn’t going to give Cicero what he didn’t deserve.

In a pool of his own blood is how she found him. Though he rambled on, she still pursued him.

———-

After the fall of Astrid and the reconstruction of the new base, she brought back Cicero. Despite what Nazeem may have felt or thought, he didn’t say much about the two of them.

Cicero serenaded her with twisted love songs.

She encouraged and praised him with his work and love.

Cicero strived to be pleasing to her and mother.

She understood his commitment to mother.

In the same stride, she would repeat what mother told her. Cicero had waited so long to hear mothers words. As mundane and job heavy as mother words were, he would dance excitedly every time she repeated mothers words.

Despite what others might think, Cicero has another side to him that only she was allowed to see.

Cicero has spent years serving mother and the dark brotherhood. Cicero would surely serve for years more. But Cicero has needs that he never got to explore. Until he met her.

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I hope this was something you liked. I tried to add a hint of what nsfw head cannons I have for him. I am still trying to figure out if I want to post nsfw on this page. But if I do, I will make one specifically for Cicero.

Thank you for your patience.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The End of a Lonely Road: Part 3.

Aright Gyalusetsu...I don't care anymore...I'm just so tired of this...

*He retrieves his blade and points it at him.

Let's just finish this...

Yes...Let's...

*CLAAASSSSH!*

*Matta draws his own blade as well, and they start fighting. Unlike most of their fight, Matta attacks first and Kuripa counters every move he makes.

HYAGH! RAGH! GRRGH!

*WHOOSH!* *CATCH!*

!!??

Hrph!

*SLASH!*

Geh...!?

*Subsequently, Kuripa attempts to stab forward while Matta blocks his blade in multiple directions, catching the final thrust with his hand. Kuripa leaps backward to avoid him as he slashes forward, but the blade still leaves a nick on his shoulder.

HRRGH!

...!?

*POW* *SMACK!*

GAGH!?

RYAGH!?

GRGH!?

*Kuripa is pushing Matta back with his scimitar, but he manages to stun him by kicking one of the Zetsubou soldier corpses at him. Matta manages to avoid Kuripa's blows quite easily, even after it connects and he lunges forward.

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

HIYAGH!

TCH!

*SHPLUNK!*

Dammit!?

DAGH!

!!??

*Once Matta completely recovers his vision, he twirls his weapons and shoots Kuripa a few times, which he deflects with his blade, before lunging at him with the sword. However, Kuripa once again grabs one of the carcass of the deceased Zetsubou soldier, and uses it as a meat shield, which gets Matta's sword stuck in his body. Kuripa then whacks the body downwards, which disarms Matta.

DIEE DIEE DIIIEEEEEEEE!!

GEAGH!?

*SLASH!* *LASH!* *SLICE!* *SWISH!*

*BANG!*

UGH!?

*Kuripa attempts to stab Matta again after he loses his blade, then launches an angry array of attacks, slashing the time-displaced warrior in various directions while screaming. While Matta narrowly avoids most of the damage, Kuripa does inflict a large gash across his chest. But before Kuripa can react on this, he shoots him in the chest with his gun, point blank.

Grgh!

*CLUTCH!*

GAGH! RAAEGH!

*WHAM!*

EGH!

*SMACK!* *SLASH!* *BANG!* *WHACK!*

*Matta locks Kuripa's head in an armlock, but Kuripa counters with an elbow and slides back. After trading blows, punches, and swords once more, Matta throws Kuripa back and grabs his belt.

Let's get some light on in here!

!!??

*Kuripa's face becomes frightened as Matta reaches for his belt and pulls out a handful of grenades! He then sporadically throws them at Kuripa, and they detonate on contact!

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!?

*BOOOOOOOOOOOMM!*

*Kuripa screams as he dodges the explosions which take out the walls and the area around him...But soon enough, he runs out of options.

IT'S OVER!

[bigdsgirl]

I need to scream into the void about this show so please enjoy:

"what can I do to make you smile?" - he is killing me ily sir

this man just wants her to be happy and AHHHHH

I am still not over I will get 6+ episodes with this man wearing a ring. every close up shot of hand will send me into space

the family! the BIL crying! his parents!! grandma! they love our babies!!!

fuck u mommy dearest, your end is coming and I will be cheering my girl on

him saying good night to the door, i'm sobbing

i wasn't sure if they'd follow the webtoon here, its interesting

THIS MAN ON THE BEACH! THE BEACH! HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!

i forgot to say she is beyond exquisite -- every outfit has me deceased

her IGNORING HIM PAINS HIM?????????????????? bye.

beach confession *whispers* beach confession

me: *sees the shitty ex* DIE

Sister and ex kissing has me VOMITING

the SHOWER LOOOOOL I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS -- its even better in TV form. and icon!!!

SNEAK PEAK GIVE IT HERE SIR!!!!!!!!!!

he said honey! bye! send me into orbit! his internal chuckle at her faking being asleep has me rolling. okay now say sweet nothings to her 😏

stupid ex is like "omg dreams come true" -- oh shitty mcshitface you have a big storm coming (and I have a front row seat!!!)

yes ma'am!!! chew his ass out! ya dun fucked up

them walking on the beach, what a GORGEOUS shot. frame it and hang it pls

ma'am pls just hold his hand, he is just a sad panicked puppy

HAND KISS I AM DECEASED

he just wants to hold hands and SLEEEEEEEEP

"you might pounce on me??" this man is a genius, this is COMEDY

"so if i cross the line..." man is ready to JUMP

HEART TO HEART YES HONESTY!!!!!!!!!

SHE KISSED HIM SHE KISSED HIM

he is basically like "ill love you enough for the both of us" and oh fuck I am gone

want me to take your mind off it??? OH BOY DO I EVER!!!!

oh.... sir..... the hands... oh... my lord... i will never recover from this.

the PAINTING!!! also lolololol @ surprise gift comment (iykyk)

grandfather, you shithead

the SWITCH OF BOWLS, my king

yes girl, you grab that gallery - also LOL at dad chewing out Yoo Ra

mic drop get them Yi Joo!!!!!!

uh oh mommy slapped her, (good)

"I'll lose my mind for good" - ok sounds great, let's do it

MIL and niece relationship is adorable

MIL the dramatic hug has my rolling -- and the swish of her outfit, she is a VIBE

ugh - ew. they are doing this now. GO AWAY Yoo Ra!!!

now i can see my HALLOOOOOOOOOOOOO (freaking banger)

now i must suffer for a week waiting for this gem to return

[whumpsmith-participates]

Medwhump May 2024

Day 3 - "Squeeze my hand" / Flatline

TW: background character death, death threats, gore, surgery, assault mention, verbal abuse

@medwhumpmay

Death wasn't uncommon in the illegal organ trade. Victims were either harvested for all they were worth, or they went under the knife voluntarily in unsanitary conditions and died of complications after the fact. Bodies of recently deceased were stolen and never found again, or a John or Jane Doe was claimed by sketchy individuals with false papers.

Or, if your name was Fetch, you would steal a kidney or a piece of liver as a side hustle while waiting for ransom money to be delivered.

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

Fetch was glad to be working with some equipment again. He felt much less pressed for time when he could actually see the victim's vitals, instead of having to move as fast as possible to ensure at least some chance of survival.

His clients were cheap and tried to underpay him, so since he wasn't required to keep the hostage in one piece, he decided to make up for the difference by selling one of his kidneys.

It had pretty much become a routine surgery for him. He knew exactly what to do and what to look out for, and he still worked fast, even if he could technically take it easier.

Erick was enjoying the experience a little less. He'd been in a mood since they arrived at the hideout, but Fetch couldn't bring himself to care too much. He knew the teen had several bad memories of this place, but the surgical suite built underneath the barn was too good to pass up on. So what if Erick got bitten by rats, nearly assaulted by someone, and buried his first body here, only to later dig up a half-decomposed corpse so they could stage his death.

Frankly, Fetch thought the teen was overreacting. The rats were only in the basement in the farmhouse, the man who tried to assault him died the same day, and the corpse had been burned to a crisp a year ago. But despite how he felt about it, Fetch had decided to give Erick some leniency and let him hang out in the secret room underneath the barn, even if he was visibly uncomfortable at the whole surgery part.

"Erick, I need ice."

"Ugh..."

Fetch glared at the teen as he reluctantly came out of his corner that was the furthest away from the surgical table and opened the freezer to scoop out some ice with a bowl. Then he reluctantly came closer, reaching out his arm to give him the ice, but Fetch didn't take it.

"You know that's not how it goes," he said, "you know what to do with that ice."

"I haven't washed my hands," Erick argued.

"I'll tell him to get antibiotics when I let him go, now ice him!" Fetch ordered.

Erick had the nerve to groan, before reluctantly stepping even closer and beginning to carefully place the ice around the kidney, when suddenly the monitor started beeping rapidly in alarm.

"What did you do?" Fetch asked.

"Nothing?" Erick said, "I mean, I'm just putting the ice in like you told me."

"Don't talk back to me!" Fetch snapped, "take the ice out, maybe he's bleeding somewhere."

Erick groaned again, barely having the stomach to even look at the wound, let alone to dig around in it for slippery ice cubes covered in blood and other fluids.

Beeeeeeeeeep...

"Ah fuck," Fetch said, promptly taking his gloves off and stepping away. Erick looked over at the monitor, recognising the flatline. Then he looked back at Fetch, who didn't even react.

"A-aren't you going to revive him?"

"He's asystolic, the fuck am I supposed to do?" Fetch said, "his heart stopped. He's not worth the trouble to even try to revive."

"W-won't your client be angry?" Erick asked.

"It's literally easier to just hide from them than to try and revive him," Fetch said, "can't even use his fuckin' kidney to afford it. Probably had an underlying condition that makes it no good... Get the shovel. This is your fault, so you can clean it up."

"How is it my fault?" Erick asked.

"You distracted me with your whining!" Fetch said, "now do as I say or I'll make you dig your own grave too!"

The real whump is Erick's discomfort about this whole situation, but tbh I don't feel like I described it well enough, but w/e it's something! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Feel free to imagine the ass-whoopin' he got afterwards. I'll try to come up with something more emotional on other prompts to rlly tug on the heartstrings.

Masterlist Main account

[pikipekarmy]

deceased

I'm writing this from beyond the grave, rest in peace me--

i got one of those scan tasks, right? Scan Pokestop! I got it on like a Wednesday or something and i was like ugh. you know what, this is a pokestop that is the mural on the wall of a business. It is on an exterior wall. I will wait until Sunday, when the business is closed, and come back and scan it when the parking lot will be empty and nobody will see me do this.

Like, there's ways, to scan a Pokestop without looking like you're taking videos of things, which tends to unnerve people you know? But it's sort of hard to get good footage that way. And I know someone who was talking about someone else who'd gotten banned from scan tasks for uploading junky scans. So it's best to take good footage if you're going to bother with it.

(Someone else was like don't do them, don't do extra spy work for Niantic, and they're so right and valid, but I do collect poffins because I'm weirdly obsessive about making my buddies happy, and the other thing is often 10 of those blue pokeballs and i never have enough of those, so. I am a sucker and i do the scan tasks. I think it's valid to resist them but I also can't resist them.)

Anyway. Sunday. I rolled down there and hopped out of my car and just super lazily took a video spinning around in the parking lot and then ran the camera across the whole mural and the surroundings. I also know that if the pokestop is marking something that's not there anymore, it is noble not to snitch-- refuse those assignments guys!! Don't get someone's fave stop decommissioned because you narked by uploading a scan that shows it gone!-- but in this case, the business was still there and most importantly the mural was unchanged, so I did it.

And then as I finished and turned around to go back to my car, a woman popped out of the door of the dark business. "Excuse me," she said, "why are you taking video?"

Fuck. I didn't have it in me to dissemble. "Oh no," I said, "it's that stupid Pokemon Go game, it wants pictures of landmarks, I didn't think anyone would be here so I figured I'd just take a picture--" and I turned my phone toward her to show where I had just been attempting to catch a lil dude on my way back to the car.

She gave me an incredulous up-and-down look. "I didn't know people still played that game," she said.

Well, busted. "I do," I admitted, defeated, and in that moment as she stared at me I remembered I was wearing terrible yoga pants and, most damningly of all, socks with sandals, because I hadn't planned on going anywhere and hadn't even really meant to get out of the car. So I died on the spot, and she turned around and went back into the business, which in my defense was closed, I should have been safe.

Anyway. The afterlife is not as peaceful as I'd hoped, but perhaps such an ignominious cause of death doesn't get you much by way of eternal rest. Don't make me haunt this pokestop in my sandals, ma'am.

(And always remember folks, if the pokestop or gym is of a landmark that's been torn down or otherwise heavily altered, don't fucking snitch. Delete that scan task!)

(PSA: You can opt out of scan tasks entirely in your settings menu. Under Uploads deselect Enable Pokestop Scan.)

[carmenized-onions]

SIGH you got me good with this one I fear

Okay so the chap is still fresher in my mind this time since I read yesterday!! Itemized yap sheet incoming below based mostly on the order they happened

1) Yoooooo

That just cracked me up okay. Had to add. But also like. I love them. I love that Tony is so nervous to catch up with Richie bc it means talking abt mikey, but also relieved and excited ish to talk to richie bc it means talking abt mikey does that makes ykwim

2) AAAAAAA listen the way that Carmy thinks about Tony to calm down?? Like hes having a panic attack and he thinks about Tony and is calmed slightly by smelling her shampoo in his hair literally makes me ILL

2b) kinda related but also like not ?? But Anyway Like. Carmy like unsure whether or not he is actually scared/believes Richie when he says he could end his relationship with tony got me like on my knees in my workplace when I read that bc UGH he has absolutely zero confidence and i just want to kiss his face okay. Also him not really wanting to share tony with Richie is so real of him actually. Like he wants Tony to just be his and that's so sweet.

3) if we dont find out the chip storyline ill riot if only for Carmy's sake cause like Carm, im also now very intrigued that Richie didn't immediately blab when prompted but also go richie thats very cute

4)AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Scream break mb

5) last one but like the painting??? The way that it starts with the beef and has like pictures of before and stuff and the mid point is mikey and then it has pictures from like the building process and ends with the The Bear sign? IM DECEASED YOU KILLED ME THATS SO GOOD WHAT LITERALLY WHAT

6)okay im i liar whatever could i edit the post yes will i no. I digress. Last one fr. So the way both their lil povs end with them saying on friday they'll do right by each other??? Im so gone actually wtf

Anyways as always i adore you and your writing RAAAA

HEHEHEH GOTCHU!!! GOT YOUR ASS!!!

yoooooooo -- The next convos are really some of my favourite to write, i get to amp up the funny and math out what their texting styles would probably be, it's fun!!

Also yes, it's very much that part of grief where it's like a knife to talk about them, but it's also nice, it's weird when in the grief process, everyone around you acts like that person just simply Never Happened in fear of being triggering-- It's nice for Tony and Richie to get to talk raw!! Even if it's anxiety inducing to lead with it!!

2. Hehehhehe, he does it a LOT, When he called her before, trying and failing to get her voicemail, when he was having an episode in the diner and then Tony came back and he became Normal mostly. Grounding Tool but it's a Person

3. listen baby, I don't put a gun in the first act just to not fire it. I've had this backstory since chapter two. And honestly, I was extremely nervous that someone was gonna guess it and I was being too obvious. Thank God, no one has, yet-- But also no one's guessed, so like, feel free to throw in your guesses, love to hear em.

4. AHHHHHHHH!!!! Here let's see, during this scream break what can I give you...

This is what I'm screaming over, personally. This is Chapter 10 alone, LMAO. AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE LMAOOOO. The goal for me is to get it out this Friday, so it's like, timely and on theme. But we'll see how tired I am, this work week. Might've just gotten a commission (that I honestly don't want to take lmaoo) so we'll see. Fingers crossed. It's definitely gonna need me to take my eyes off it for a day and come back to, so keep your fingers crossed, for me.

5. OH GOOD! I was worried I described it poorly; there's always that fear, when you have to make the thing that's like the thing of the story, and if it's not good then what the FUCK WAS IT FOR!!!!!????

I'm vv happy to hear it killed you, is what I'm trying to say. I also thought the idea was very sweet. Hehhehe

6. You're always free to yap on end, never fear such a thing. Yes!! Their POVs start and end the same way, which is just like, a cute lil touch, yknow. Two anxious mfs. In the club tnnnnn, trying to do right by each other if it fuckin' KILLS them

thank you thank you thank u as always i love to hear this and i hope u enjoy Friday whenever the FUCK it comes out.

[polutrope]

hello 💌 i’d like to request a prompt from the modern au list: beren/lúthien and 27. thank you 🥺

27. Meeting significant other’s family for the first time Thank you for the prompt! I'm sorry, this became something sad and sentimental. Advisory for deceased and sick parents and general parent-child angsty feelings. ~1.1k, Rated G. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list (prompts closed). Beleria Cast of Characters

Beren reached for Lúthien’s hand and inhaled deeply of the crisp night air. It was cool, but not so cold they needed gloves, and her slender fingers twined between his were hardly touched by the cold. He turned a wistful smile on her.

“What is it?” she said. Her grey eyes caught the light of the street lamp and twinkled.

“Oh, I was just remembering the first time you had me to dinner with your parents.” Beren chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re laughing,” said Lúthien, and her tone hardened. “I still haven’t forgiven my dad for how condescending he was with you. Ugh, he can be such an ass.”

“Yeah,” Beren said thoughtfully. It was true: Elu had been, well, awful. And Beren hadn’t felt comfortable visiting again for months, not sure that he could withstand further implicit — but blatantly obvious — rejection of himself and his background. He’d borne it bravely the one time, but his carefully reconstituted sense of self-worth was more fragile than it looked.

But Elu had repented of his attitude. As Mayor he’d even spearheaded Beleria’s initiative to make it easier for immigrants like his parents had been to get secure, meaningful employment in education and healthcare and sustainability — it was how Beren had found his position with the nature conservancy.

And Elu loved Lúthien as much as Beren did, with a depth of history that he could never understand.

“Listen, birdie,” said Beren, stopping their progress down the sidewalk to look into her eyes. “Parents aren’t perfect. But trust me: you’ll regret it when something happens to him if you’re still holding on to those grudges.”

She frowned, then shook the mood off with a frustrated flail. “I’m sorry, babe. You’re right. I just… Like, I know he’s trying to hide it but I can tell he doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t want to see him every week! But then I feel guilty. Once a week isn’t that much, but with everything else… ugh, I’m sorry. I’m being selfish.”

“Nah, you’re not,” said Beren. “My dad drove me nuts when he was still around. I mean, he’s the reason I went into oil and gas. You think I wanted that? I hated it, it went against everything I believed in, and it drained me of motivation to do anything else. But he worked so hard all his life, fled his home with a hundred dollars and the clothes on his back and built it all up from there. I couldn’t just not do what he wanted for me. But I resented him for it. Every day. It’s a shitty thing to say but I don’t think I would have gotten out of Dorthon if he hadn’t died. Still, I miss him.”

Beren blinked back the press of tears behind his eyes and absently rolled his thumb over his dad’s ring that he always wore. They didn’t talk about Barahir often — it was Emeldir’s worsening condition and the constant paperwork and phone calls and visits required just to get her the minimum of care that took up most of his time and energy.

Lúthien stopped them again and cupped Beren’s cheek with her free hand. “Hey,” she said, “I want to meet him.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve put up with my — insufferable, insane, but beloved — parents dozens of times, but we’ve never visited Barahir. Let’s go. Maybe even have a Yule dinner with him.”

Beren smiled. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “That would be nice.”

*

As usual when Lúthien got an idea in her head, she was eager to realise it at the earliest opportunity. They made the drive out to Dorthon the weekend before Yule, cancelling other plans with Elu and Melian in order to do so (they’d left it to Melian to pass the news onto her husband).

There was snow coming down on the highway when they reached the mountains, but Beren was as ever impressed by Lúthien’s skill behind the wheel. He shouldn’t be. There wasn’t much she wasn’t good at, but she had a humility that made you forget it.

“How much farther to the exit?” she asked, and Beren fumbled for his phone to check the map.

“Uuhh, Exit 27. No wait. 26b.”

“Okay, how far is that?”

“I can’t tell… oh shit!”

“Oh shit, what!”

“Shit, shit, that’s it,” said Beren, frantically pointing at the right side of the road.

Lúthien remained far calmer, expertly crossing three lanes and sliding into the exit lane not a moment too soon. “Dammit, you’re the worst navigator!” she said, but she was laughing.

Shortly they were bumping down the gravel road to the river where Beren and his sister had scattered Barahir’s ashes three years ago. The snow continued to accumulate, at least an inch thick now, and Beren chewed his lip nervously.

“Stop worrying,” said Lúthien. “We’ll get out of here fine. And if not, well! We’ll have to walk.”

They pulled over beside the rough trail down to the river. The world was still and silent as they stepped from the car except for the crunch of their boots in the fresh snow. Beren bundled his scarf around his neck and grabbed the bag of cold turkey sandwiches from the back seat.

The sun set even earlier up here and the sky was already turning grey by the time they got to the river.

“I hope we don’t have the wrong spot,” Beren fretted. All they’d left to mark his dad’s last resting place was an engraved wood slice nailed to a pine tree. “Maybe we should just pick a spot and have the sandwiches and go, it doesn’t really matter—”

“Is this it?” Lúthien interrupted. She brushed her gloved hand over a slab of wood to reveal the inscription, its crude letters filled in and white with snow.

In memory of Barahir Escarra 1970 to 2020

Beren’s throat closed over at the sight. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said.

He couldn’t stop the tears springing to his eyes. At once Lúthien was at his side, winding her arms around him, and he clung to her while his tears spilled freely. Each little river momentarily froze on his skin and he found he welcomed the sting of their cold salty tracks: they made his grief and relief and love into something physical, emotions he could truly feel as they left him.

“I’m glad we came,” he said, sniffing and laughing meekly at his state. “Thank you.”

Lúthien squeezed him and buried her face in his jacket. She was crying, too.

[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 2 - Episode 5

- ROYAL BLOOD -

Fiori's Father

Why? Why did this child have to lose their life...

Fiori's Mother

Ah... Ah, my beloved child. To end up in such a state...

Fiori

Father... Mother...

Fiori's Father

This must... This must not be real.

Fiori's Mother

Yes, that's right. That night, no devil came.

Fiori's Father

Stella is still sleeping.

Fiori's Mother

She was such a sleepyhead.

Fiori

Father, Mother...! It's time to bury her, it's too sad...

Fiori's Mother

Bury her? What are you saying?

Fiori's Father

Be quiet, Fiori. You'll wake Stella.

Fiori

...(vision goes black) No. No, it's a lie, a lie, a lie! This isn't real, this isn't...!

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Fiori

..!? A fire...? Cough, cough... I have to...open the window... Ugh! This isn't just a fire. This is...this is...! A magical disaster...!! (vision goes red)

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Fiori

... Is it over...?

Espada

At least the kingdom’s flag, the main source of the curses, is back to normal. It shouldn’t spawn any more from that point-- at least for now.

Fiori

I see. But... there are still many left everywhere.

???

......Prince.

Espada

Fiori, behind you.

Fiori

I know... Hey, let me hear your voice.

???

...Prince. It’s a lie... The princess is dead… that’s a lie.

Fiori

...! You are...

Nursemaid's Ghost

I nursed both the prince and the princess. I cared for them as if they were my own children. I can't believe that she passed away... so soon. Please, tell me it's a lie.

Espada

...She's your nursemaid...?

Fiori

Yes. It’s been a while since I’ve heard her voice...

Nursemaid's Ghost

Fires are breaking out all over the country…! They say it's the work of the devil who took the princess’ life? Why!? What did the princess do? What have we done!! The fire is right there…! Ah, ahhh…ahhh...!

Fiori

...!! I’m sorry. This is all I can do for you. (purifies)

Ghost's Voice

I couldn’t protect them… Not just the little princess, but even my own family... (gets purified)

Another ghost's voice

No, no…! Will I die without ever seeing anyone again? (gets purified)

Fiori

Yes... Yes. I can hear everyone’s voices clearly. It’s alright. You’ll live on inside me. Stay alive. I will move forward with everyone’s feelings. Huff...! (purifies) Huff.........

Espada

...This is why you were so particular about Galantia.

Fiori

When we purified Colchicum Castle, the people connected to the castle appeared, right? I thought maybe, with this power, I could hear the voices of the deceased people of Galantia too. But...it was a bit more than I expected.

Espada

...Fiori. Do you intend to face all the ghosts?

Fiori

Yes. That’s my duty as someone with royal blood.

Espada

This isn’t something you can bear alone. It’s too much, even for you.

Fiori

If not me, then who? My sister was killed, and my parents have become ghosts.

Espada

Fiori...

Fiori

What’s with that face? Are you pitying me? Or sympathizing? A devil like you, Espada, has no right... Sorry. I went too far.

Espada

No...it’s fine.

Fiori

...Can you leave me alone for a bit? I still have things I need to do.

Espada

...Understood. (walks away)

Fiori

...I’m such a useless princess. I knew this would happen, but I got complacent. I'm glad I could hear everyone’s voices. Now I can avenge the “Scarlet Devil” without regret. I will definitely clear everyone’s resentments. And... I will avenge that child. Please. Just a little more... Lend me your strength.

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Espada

(purifies) ...! Alright, I’ve managed to purify most of the curses scattered around… It’ll be night soon. I need to return to Lord Dia...

(thinking) Fiori...will she be alright? It’s the first time I’ve seen her like that. I thought she was a selfish and carefree person, but whe truly carries the blood of the royal family.

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Espada

... Fiori. It’s almost--!? Fiori, where are you? (sees Fiori fleeing) ...! Wait! That girl…! She planned to deceive me from the start. Her target is Lord Dia. I won’t let her! (finds more curses)

Damn! This density... Is it from the curses that came from the flag!? I thought they were all gone! Fiori, come back! I know you can hear me! (purifies)

Curse's Voice

Oooo...aaaah...!

Espada

Damn it...! I’m in a hurry. Let me through. Haaaah!

[themermaidriot]

BOLD THE FACTS ft Venus Carter

→ Tagged by the lovely and inspiring @fereldanwench--Thank you and I'm sorry I'm so late :( ♡♡♡

→ Still feeling out this OC so this is coming from my time playing as her and what I've learned from playing around with her on here [ya'll inspire me, I haven't been back in a fandom so I'm like relearning how to ride the bike so to speak with making a whole character again. <3]

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable / would be in great shape if not for the brain worm

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified/ unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / commits more crimes (bribes law enforcement) to avoid charges / yes, but charges were dismissed

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable  

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between

♦ disorganized / organized / in-between

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between

♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual

♦ patient / impatient / in-between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual

♦ leader / follower / in-between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between

♦ traditional / modern / in-between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

✧˖°. BELIEFS

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know/ don’t care / in a manner of speaking

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

tagging @elfjpeg @ugh-my-back @heywoodvirgin @itzsassha @itzlizzywizzy @aggravateddurian and anyone else who wants to <3 but no pressure/this is older so if you've done it no worries <3333