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mochinon-yah · 5 months ago

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MY LIVE COMMENTARY REBLOG HEHE

(S P O I L E R !!!)

I'm playing the game while eating a cup noodles hehehe

The main theme song here is ven's work, righhtt??? IT SOUNDS SO CALMING AND GOOD ASSRHDJDJ but like kinda ominous, it's like the calm before the storm (btw ven, can u share the song and like make it loop for 1 hour straight-)

ANYWAY U DID SUCH A GOOD JOB @naraven MAKING THIS THEME SONG, IT SOUNDS GOOD!!! AND I LOP ITTT

Okay, so now, with my 18% laptop and my somewhat sleep deprived self and also my cup noodles, we are gonna play this game smoothly (hopefully) 🤩

THAT'S ME GUYS, I'VE BEEN POSTING THAT HASHTAG SO MANY TIMES- /SMACKED

Okay, noted, April 20 2024, 'i' go missing.

EH THE VIDEO????? THE INTRODUCTION VIDEO??? WHAT THE WHATTTTTT???? I DID NOT EXPECT THIS LMAO

"Can you find yourself?"

Aight bet-

WAHHH I ACTUALLY DIDN'T WATCH THE VIDEO ON THE TUMBLR POST SO THIS SURPRISED ME SO MUCH SGSNSHJSKSK SO GOOD BRYNN WAHHH IT'S SO AMAZINGGFF

AND YEAHHH "what happens in penacony city, stays in penacony city" ☝️

Daym, myself, ur so sad 🥲

Penacong isn't really the place where dreams come true but whatever floats your boat ig

OMGGG THE NAME SECTION FINALLY

Mochiiii :D

WHAT THE??????

U SCARED ME FOR A SEC, I WAS LIKE "WDYM PLS DON'T LIE???? 😭😭😭" so this is revenge huh- /jjjjj

Wait, i have an 'ex'????

ALSO BRYNN I'M SORRY 😭😭😭😭 I'LL MAKE IT UP I SWEAR- oh what's that? A dimitri fanart, you say? Ohhh, okay okay, i'll draw one for you-

Yes, i will make one specially for you TRUST ME ON THIS ONE, but i need to finish ven's request first hehe- SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE VEN, I GOT BUSY 😭😭

Context:

Hehe.... OF COURSE IT IS WORTH IT, I'M MISSING YK 🥲

ARE U SAYING YOU DON'T WANT ME TO BE FOUND????

Context:

OH SHOOT MY LAPTOP BATTERY IS LOW- imma get the charger first okay-

Okay i got it, anyway, moving onwards to the storyyy

Awhhh, my name is quite unforgettable??? Thanks for saying that kakavasha 😽

OH??? SPECKLED???? AND DIMITRI??????

Yeah ur so right bestie, i am sleep deprived, i am playing this game at 1 am-

Uhhh wdym he's red

HAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAY "i'm always hot" sure let me get a lighter and burn you-

LMAOOOO MC'S REACTION

Ehhh??? There's a notif 'kakavasha liked that' that's so cutee bdbdhdjsjwkw

Oh wow finally, ratio *claps* now let me at him, i'm gonna diss him-

Okay nvm- oh wait- HAHAHAHAH YEA, MC GO DISS HIM MORE 🔥🔥🔥

Omg.... ratio calm down bae, kakavasha isn't even attacking you 😭😭 oh wait, we don't know he's a gambler????

EH THAT'S SO CUTE, WE'RE NUMBYYGGG

Ayo? No slander to my jelena >:o

Hahahah, sure, we can whisper to each other until they stop dissing jelena-

HAHAHAHAHHAHA GALLAGHER???? YOU THINK U CAN TOP JING YUAN IN A BEAUTY PAGENT???? LMAOO

Okay this is cute, i won't diss ratio ☝️

OH YAY MC'S FAV SINGER IS ALSO ROBIN YEYEHEHD IKR SHE'S JUST SO UGHDNND- WAIT IS THIS A REAL SONG OR DID BRYNN JIST MADE IT UP?????

OH HAHAHHAHAHAHA BRYNN OH STOP IT YOU (context: mochi said "But it's as much as I love to tease Brynn about taking my whiskey neat, and my coffee black and my bed at three- but whatever.")

NO WAIT NOOOOO I CAN'T PUT ANYMORE IMAGES........ oh this hurts </3

Okay, i'll put the context on text now ig hufftttt

OH I'M GONNA DM SOME CAESAR CIPHERS TO KAKAVASHA LMAOOO (is the prank i pulled on you traumatized you-) he said "please don't" i'm sorry bae, do i traumatize people by giving em ciphers??? 😭😭

Okay wow, yes, i can see that, no need to bold it, put it on red color, and the main of the screen- (context: Senator Sunday) /jjjjjjj

Yes, we're all sunday haters (i don't rlly hate him tho but honestly as mc, yes i would hate him!!!)🔥🔥🔥

Did gallagher just barked-

OH HE DID, AND WHAT IS THIS REALLY COOL SOUNDTRACK????? AYO????

Um, pls no sunday angst- 😭😭😭

NOT THE NOTIF SAYING "ARE YOU SURE?" AFTER I PICKED THE TALK TO SUNDAY OPTION- WHAT IS THIS ALHAITHAM DEJA VU I'M FEELING RN- Okay, sorry guys, i'm just trying to make things be more peaceful by talking to sunday alone, is it that hard for you to understand 😭😭

Eh? I need to leave the cafe?? :(((

Oh gosh, sunday.... let me pat pat u here 😭😭😭 why are u such a sad puppy here

Oh? OH? PENTHOUSE-

WAIT HUH???????????? WHO WROTE THAT??? YO, WHO WROTE THAT KIND OF FANFIC HAHAHAHAHA- PLSSSS I WANNA PUT A PIC UGHHHHHFDBND

Oh gosh, it's tempting to say yes oh no uhhhh but since this is my first run (basically choosing what i like) imma say no >:D

Oh.... sunday, oh..... this made me feel bad :((( oh i'm sorry uhhmmm uhhh 🥹 sorry?

Anyway, homeless route is on the go- probably- actually no, it's missing route now

UH IDK???? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID IN THOSE TIME- oh.... there's no news about me going missing? Well, aside from that little news on tv after robin's but yea-

Well, robin, i don't think that sad puppy birb would hurt me too, but we don't know yk

I'M SORRY I'M GOING MISSING, ROBIN 😭😭😭 ILY ROBINNNN, UR MY FAV HYV SINGER UWAAHHH HDNDJDKKDKS CAN'T BELIEVE MY FAV SINGER IS LIKE SEARCHING FOR ME

OMGGG WE CAN MAKE SUNDAY A ROUTE???? BRYNN, WHAT- I MEAN- okay 🫡

Lmao not me being scared of my own name showing up when brynn is talking-

EH??? WHAT TRADE- Speckled??? Brynn???? What happened, besties 😭

OKAY THIS HAS BEEN A WILD RIDE, I LOVE ITTT!!!!! If i could take a pic for every scene and comment on em, then i would- trust me hehe!! Sorry if this got a bit too long and sorry if i ever comment something weird, but uh yeah! I enjoy the game so much, brynn! <3

A special muach muach for you <333

🍵 𝒲𝐻𝒪𝒟ℛ𝒜𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒯? ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚: A Yandere!H:SR x Reader Otome Game

✧ romanceable characters (© hoyoverse): Professor Veritas Ratio, "Your friend" Kakavasha, and "Gallagher" [for now]

✧ content warning: yandere themes, mentions of racial/species discrimination (your character is SEA/Filipino-coded), (y/n) uses they/them, the story takes place in a modern hybrid alternate universe where each planet (Belobog, Penacony, etc) is considered a country.

PLAY THE DEMO HERE (available for download on PC & Mac AND online play for any devices, though download is preferable to avoid pixellated graphics & misaligned textboxes)

You (name changeable) are a hardworking and full-pledged human cafe owner in Penacony City. Your Dreamjolt Cafe has been a go-to for residents and tourists alike. But your loved ones' lives took a sharp turn for the worst when you decided to take a much-needed vacation back to your homeland, Perlas. While your family eagerly awaited your arrival, you disappeared en route. Where did you go? How did this happen? Who did this? Was it...

☕ the prickly yet fascinating Prof. Veritas Ratio, your self-proclaimed avian-hybrid regular,

☕Kakavasha, your longest fellow human friend who always seems to have a secret or two;

☕ or Gallagher, your hound-hybrid roommate whose past is as peculiar as his loyalty?

☕ or are there two more you're forgetting?

... so...

𝒲𝐻𝒪 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉?

Please support this game by reblogging the post & sending asks/comments! I put a lot of time and effort writing, drawing, and learning for to code for this. Thank you so much, my beloved yandere!H:SR community and of course, @dreamjolt-hostelry, for being supportive friends!!! - @beloved-brynn

✧ Characters, Background Art and UI Credits

Hoyoverse assets sourced from the-astral-express-archive. I just tweaked em a bit!

Canva freestock images... Haha...

✧ Intro video, sprites & CG art Credits

Me!!! Hi <3 I hope you enjoyed them! I can't believe yall made me learn adobe after effects a bit for this-

✧ Music Credits

The main menu theme (the first song upon booting the game) is made by @naraven!

The rest of the royalty free music soundtrack (such as the music used for the video above) is sourced from Vodovoz Music Productions!!! Please show the creator some love!!! I was actually vibing so hard while listening to them lmao

✧ (Fan)Story

lol hi again!!! man. i feel like Argenti.

If you wish to support my work and want to see more of this in the future, please buy me a coffee! So I can at least prove to my parents that my work is at least worth one dollar ;;;;

#reli-reblogs #MUACH MUACH MUACH #<3333

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0809wrld · 3 years ago

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you better run

☆ yunho x gn reader

☆ 18+ please but there’s no explicit smut, slightly suggestive with the ending ig. i mean in my mind i planned to write the smut rn but i will later

☆ word count: 1087

☆ fearplay, maybe some unrealistic stamina, reader genuinely scared of yunho, yunho doesn’t hurt reader dw

a/n: this was supposed to be the sexy kind of scared but i dont know what happened

He finally caught up to you. After what felt like hours and hours of running and hiding, just barely escaping his hold, he has finally got you.

He tosses you over his shoulders easily and you beat his back with your fists, trying to put up a fight that’s already lost. After some time, he finally stops to put you down, stalking towards you until your back bumps against a tree. You feel slightly relieved from being able to feel and know what’s behind you, a barrier between you and who you’ve been running from. But of course, who you’ve been running from stands before you. You try to think quick, the space between you and Yunho is too small, you highly doubt any attempts you make to escape him will be worth it. But your body moves on its own, yet still slightly paralyzed from fear. Yunho has you in his arms again before you could even get three steps in—his large chest against your back, strong arms wrapped around your body trapping your own by your sides.

“You still have it in you to try to get away from me?”

He laughs darkly when he asks, the hold he has on you tightening for a moment before he releases you. You stumble before swiftly turning to face him.

“How about this, since you still want to put up a fight. If you make it to the cabin before I catch you, you’ll be free. But if I catch you before you make it, you are mine. And you don’t want me to get you this time, angel.”

The ominous threat sends a chill down your spine. You don’t know if you’ll be able to outrun him this time, exhaustion creeping up on you. But not knowing what he’s capable of doing gives you enough energy to hopefully run back to the lodge.

“Do you understand? Or should we end this now? Save ourselves the trouble—“

“No.”

“Alright then. How about I show you some mercy and give you a whole five minutes head start? You’d like that, huh?” You nod, five minutes should give you more than enough time to get ahead and escape him.

But before you turn and run off, he’s grabbing your arm and pulling you in close to him. Bending so his mouth is level with your ear, all he says is run. He loosens his grip and you take off.

This game you two are playing started off lighthearted and fun, just wanting to add a little thrill to your personal lives. But as time went on, Yunho seemed to have gotten… too in character. Any time you meet his eyes, they have a crazed look. His hair messy and skin sweaty from running. His clothes dirty, some rips and holes from them getting caught on branches.

And as for the planned location, you both decided on the property you own. A secluded cabin surrounded by a beautiful forest. It added to the atmosphere of having everywhere but nowhere to go, the perfect setting for the type of play you and Yunho wanted. However in this moment, you do just want it to be over. But the relief you’ll feel if—no, when—you make it to the lodge before Yunho catches you will be worth it. What would he do if he caught you? You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but your stomach still drops from all the uncertainty. And you’re just playing, right? You tell yourself yes, we’re just playing. Just playing, just playing. You repeat it to yourself as you desperately run. How long has it been anyway? It’s definitely been more than 5 minutes, and Yunho is definitely after you now. The lodge has got to be close, but you begin to slow down and realize you don’t recognize this part of the forest. Despite your brain telling you to keep going, you stop to try to figure out which direction you should go.

You can’t turn around, what if Yunho’s on the same path? You realize he can be anywhere, so you just go left and hope for the best.

More time passes, you’re still running to the lodge, wherever it is. You don’t think you can keep going like this, desperately needing a break. But you think about the threat Yunho told you earlier, you don’t want me to get you this time. You think it really may be impossible to make it there before he catches you, but you pick up the pace after you had slowed down.

You’re finally starting to recognize the area of the forest closest to the lodge, using it as motivation to run even faster. Your breathing is loud, the branches snapping and leaves crunching under your feet are loud, and something else is getting louder. Getting closer. You know it’s Yunho, there’s no need to slow yourself down by turning back to look. You just run, hoping that you’re at least running straight towards the lodge. In your mind you’re hoping and praying that a wave of exhaustion hits him in this exact moment, because despite every stride you take, it’s like he’s getting closer and closer.

Closer until he’s in arms reach of you. You can feel his fingers barely brushing against your arms as he tries to grab you. You curse your horrible flight instincts, or stamina, or really anything that’s causing you to slow down right now. You can finally see the lodge in the distance, but it doesn’t matter now. Yunho’s got you.

You’re thrown back over his shoulder just like you were earlier, screaming and crying for help, punching his back yet again.

“You know no one will come for you right? It’s not like they can hear you screaming in the first place.” His tone is so calm and even, it’s like he hasn’t been chasing you for however long this has been going on.

That shut you up, but the crying doesn’t stop. Choked sobs still rack your body.

“And stop crying, you know I won’t hurt you.” He sounds genuine, like he usually does. Like the Yunho you were with before this. But you’re still scared. Your sobs mellow to a couple sniffles.

“Please don’t,” your voice is small and hoarse.

“I promise I won’t angel, I just want to play with you some more if that’s okay with you.”

You tense up at that. Wanting to play is exactly how you ended up like this.

“Play how?”

“You’ll see soon.”

a/n: pleease leave thoughts, questions, concerns in rb tags or asks ❤️ also sorry for the corny title for this… uhm it’s run devil run by snsd. you better runnn runnn runnn runnnn run

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez fanfic #jj:yunho

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years ago

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID THE TRUTH.

I admit that i enjoyed act 3 but it feels like really rushed i have so much complain with that.

The build up until act 2 was so good it give us so much premise but the final blow si meh. Sorry that i want to share thing long rant with you

1. Why the final talk is with yae, no offense to her but we need ei to explain not to mention she witness khaenriah downfall so she can give us more information, i feel like they do it for the plot armor so they can just keep dragging this

2. So many things that quite inconsistant, the shogun is show no mercy to anyone that even did a little thing outside what she think its right, how come she can still have a talk with signora, when sara is falling like that, and also there is no clarification about sara right now.

The traveler was so done at first they refuse to help thoma and ayaka at the beginning. But they seem so happy and forget everything how come they are not RAGE ( okay maybe this is to bias and personal) when this nation provide nothing about our siblings information and also why they are not mention anything about their problem in ei stroy quest. Its nonsense! She is right in front of youu, ask about your siblings, ask about khaenriah, ask about ukmown god!!. How come they can just forget like that. Also mihoyo really waste the potential about twin things i thing ei will give us so much help bcs of the sympathy that we both rn lost our twin but noooo.

3. Kokomi seem lost some brain cell, she make a very succesfull grand intro but she become meh in act 3, how come a great strategist like her let the sus sponsorship slip just bcs they are desperate, not to mention her screen time is really small and her role seem so unsignificant and it feels lile she is a plain npc.

4. The awesome world quest that we have done doesnt get any mention at all! Inazuma owe us so much with cleansing sakura, thunder sakura, tatarigami, obarashi quest. It has so much potential that yae or ei or anyone else aknowledge what traveler has been done but nooo.

cracks knuckles... i suppose it's time for my promised dissertation. interestingly enough, you touched on a lot of the main issues i had with chapter III.

i think that if i had to pin the main issue, it's a lack of overall cohesiveness? we were jumping all over the place without the chance to ever flesh things out. inazuma is a smaller cast, but i feel like we didn't get to see any of them shine. since i'm most interested in the genshin characters, i'll break down my problems by going over everyone and their (lack) of impact on the story.

was ayaka not questioned or placed under suspicion for being close to thoma before his escape? i wanted to see her broken up over her duties as they relate to the yashiro commission, paired with having someone she genuinely cares about in danger. it would've been an interesting struggle if she was forced to choose one or the other. instead she just kinda took a back seat.

speaking of thoma, i don't even have anything to say, because he just... was there? for .0001 seconds. said "lol this sucks ig" and that's about it. i know we're going to get a story for him in the future since he's a 5* but i'm not getting my hopes up 😭 then in the raiden shogun's character story, man is peachy keen! be upset with the raiden shogun! have some inner conflict! even if it's just using loaded language because he's under surveillance for going against the raiden shogun, that'd be so cool. saying something like,

"Traveler, what's with that expression? Oh please, there's nothing to worry about. We're under the Statue of the Omnipresent God's protection. Nothing bad has ever happened here." *wink*

i also don't know what to say about gorou. he was... there....... i think. what is he fighting for? what are the stakes for him? what makes him place so much trust into kokomi? i'm out of things to say about him because i don't remember anything he did or said.

kokomi... oh kokomi... i was so hyped. so excited. i thought that maybe we could see a foil to the raiden shogun. that she'd have a moment where she's forced to realize, just like her opponent, sacrifices must be made that will hurt people who will never understand why she made them. or maybe something to show her military prowess. but instead she just accepts a mysterious patron's help (?), sees her people aging like the grateful dead from JJBA, and goes oh well. that sucks. what can ya do. oh bye traveler i guess, good luck with that. ????????????? HUH... similar case to thoma where she's gonna get a character story but like. she won't be the leader of the resistance anymore. that was her whole shtick. they took her shtick away. also she forced me to interact with more NPCs whose names i've already forgotten so i'm tilted about that still.

KUJOU SARA... AN INJUSTICE. A DISGRACE. a slap to my woman loving face. the build up was there. yae miko's comments about sara probably knowing the tenryou commission is involved in shady dealings, but is choosing not to think about it. sara being forced to confront reality and challenge her adopted father with the truth. being able to blaze a new path for herself in the process. when she started running to the raiden shogun i was ultra hyped up. sara, a devotee to the shogun for so long, was about to see her god interacting with the same people who led inazuma to this awful state. how would she react? would she stay ignorant, like yae miko so coyly said, choosing to look away in favor of following her god's footsteps? or would she be forced to recognize the raiden shogun isn't as divine as she once thought, and challenge her belief system?

we open the door to see the raiden shogun. the loading screen ensues. the camera pans to the ominous room, clouded in darkness, hinting at the ominous confrontation that is to come. the music takes a serious timbre. and then...

well fuck that potential character arc i guess. (we still don't know what sara made of any of this since she poofed out of existence from the story at this point)

kazuha also was handed a similar treatment. we've been with him for a while longer now. he is our introduction into inazuma, the one who first gets us emotionally involved by regaling us with the bittersweet tale of friendship that led him to becoming a wanted criminal. a kind soul who loves nature yet was dealt a cruel hand by fate, forced to watch his home nation turn into a hostile place, where his dear friend ultimately perished as a result. we get the scene with his friend's vision lighting back up. he parries a block from the raiden shogun, in the same area where his friend was killed by her. the parallels. the drama. except this time, he wasn't too late. he protected the traveler where he "failed" to protect his friend in the past. did he feel redemption at this? or was it a bittersweet reminder of what could've been?

WELL i guess we'll never know because we didn't get to talk to him again 😭 idk who got a bait and switch worse, him or sara. jesus christ mihoyo.

then we have signora. why is the raiden shogun talking to her? does she know about the gnosis being taken, and if she doesn't, what was her plan to get it from the archon? what does she think about scaramouche? and oh, okay, we're fighting here now. good fight + god tier music. pog pog. okay, now we've beaten her up, and raiden shogun wyd— wait no not signora her lore is still on CUPS not YET raiden shogun and— ah she's dead. okay. non nerds who didn't read artifact lore are going to know nothing about her. signora has such an interesting story, and yet... well. ok.

then we get raiden shogun redemption (?) arc. i was hype for this as well, though at that point, idk why i bothered being hype. i knew they were gonna do a cute power of friendship something or another, and i'm good with that, so long as it's executed well. what i was envisioning was like seven different buffs to correspond with the seven different visions, the dreams of those whose ambitions were stolen serving as the spear to penetrate the raiden shogun's heart of stone. maybe a hydro vision giving us extra healing for a time, with the voice acting over it being like,

"Even if the rest of the world forgets us, let our will carry you through this one final time. Succeed where we couldn't, Traveler."

so on and so forth.

but instead we got— you get the idea at this point. why bother spelling it out anymore.

at that point i was surprised the raiden shogun didn't go "oopsie woopsie!! we made a fucky wucky!!!" because that was the vibe i was getting. i love ei, don't get me wrong, but i wanted to see her challenged with what she had done to inazuma in the past year. maybe meeting NPC #2345259 who lost her sister to the vision decree or something, reminding ei of the love she held for her sister... being forced to come to terms with the extent of what she's done in pursuit of eternity.

anyway. please for the love of god mihoyo hire better writers for the main story. that is all i ask. thank you.

#genshin impact spoilers #answered #Anonymous

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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earned it [06]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. attempted murder and suicide, angst ig i feel nothing at this point because NAOYA 😭

notes. i’m rolling with the earned it jokes that reader is shippable with everyone so HAH enjoy this chapter because I didn’t enjoy the last LMAO (IM SO EXCITED FOR TOJI TO APPEAR!)

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Your muscles throbbed, the pounding of your heart felt even through your skin. You’ve spent hours in the training room, taking punch by punch, landing blow by blow – yet no matter how hard you tried, you kept falling on your ass. At this point, your backside was beyond sore, skin drenched with sweat and clothes sticking uncomfortably to the surface. Meanwhile, your ‘savior’ barely felt the need to catch his breath, instead gazing down at you with disappointment written all over his face.

“Why do you expect so much from me?” you panted, fists clenched on the mat. “Didn’t you tell me you just needed me to get your money back and that’s it? I didn’t ask for you to do anything so stop telling me I’m indebted to you all the time.”

Naoya clicked his tongue, clearly disappointed by your lack of resolve. Above you, he swept up his cane and finally balanced himself. You previously thought he didn’t struggle because he looked so calm and composed, easily overpowering you even with his injury, but his lips were strained, jaw clenched tight that perhaps he was just good at concealing his pain. It made you shut up and watch his every move; his back faced you – probably to hide whatever fleeting moment of vulnerability he had.

“I won’t always be there to save your sorry life,” he said calmly, “You need to learn how to be strong on your own no matter how tough it gets. Now if you’ll keep complaining instead of finishing your training, I could happily lock you up and force you to do my dirty work for me.”

“Then why don’t you go ahead?!”

“I don’t want to,” Naoya responded without missing a beat. He easily closed the distance with a few staggered steps, his head tilted to the side as he surveyed you.

You wondered what went through his mind. Did he see a weak woman? A woman who must be so helpless, so useless that you stayed there, legs too tired and muscles aching too much you couldn’t move? There was no telling with Naoya, and his guarded gaze didn’t help either. Satoru had always been difficult to read at most, but with Naoya – it was practically impossible.

Even as he cupped your chin and twisted it sideways, his eyes narrowed over all your features like he saw something you didn’t, he was too guarded.

“I need you in taking down Gojo Satoru. In order to accomplish that, I have to use his weakness against him. You showing up won’t be enough. No, I want to hurt him…and what better way than to take what was once his, right? Dangle right in front of his eyes what he let go of, make him regret his actions?” his smile turned dark, and for the first time since you’ve met him, you got a glance of what his heart really looked like.

It wasn’t true that Naoya was heartless – no, he just had a dark, sinister heart that didn’t beat the same tune as others. He played his own music with the bones of his enemies, drinking their lifeline from a gold cup and drowning in them, his ominous laughter the perfect antithetical melody of what could’ve been angelic hums.

“Don’t you want that?”

His question made your heart skipped a beat. This whole time, you’ve been so hell bent on achieving something, but what you wanted to reach had never been clear. You were too driven by emotions, by the pain Satoru’s absence had caused, and now that the opportunity was presented before you, you faltered.

“I don’t know what I want.”

“Well, if you ask me what I want…” he tilts your chin up with his finger “It would be to see you strong enough that even you would be capable of taking me down. So be strong, keep fighting – I’ll be there with you every step of the way. You only have one job, and that is to live. I am not allowing you to give up at the slightest of minor inconveniences.”

“And if I get weak?” you questioned with an oscillating tremor, the bite of his cold skin against your heated ones spiking. “If I want to give up? Would I fail you then?”

“I don’t think you’re someone who cares about failing others, so don’t fret whether you’d please me or not,” Just like that, Naoya’s scornful tone had risen again. He let go of you until you dropped down to your palms, blinking back at the sudden change of atmosphere. “Like I said, just do what you need to do, keep going. Don’t look back or be afraid to take the next big step because I’ll always be there right beside you.”

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m not asking you to, princess,” he snickered, already half way to the door that only he was allowed to go in. Even though you’ve been staying in his manor for quite some time, there were still some things Naoya didn’t trust you with, leaving you only more curious to find out the secrets within.

“Only time will tell. But once you’ve made your decision, know that my ring is always waiting beside your table,” his voice echoed through the large room, stopping in his tracks to look at you once more. This time, he had no haunting features, only the cold emptiness likened to staring back to an infinite void of nothingness.

“I expect an answer when I get home.”

You still remembered the day you decided to wear his ring. Naoya had come then, tired and aggravated from matters he didn’t bother explaining. You stood on his doorway, lips shut tight as you nervously fiddled with your ring, unsure if whether you should tell him or allow him to piece the puzzle himself.

Thankfully, Naoya was a lot more observant than you gave him credit for.

His eyes slid over your face before he followed the motion of your fingers, smirking as the jewel glinted under the bright lights of his home. Wise choice, he’d once told you, and you believed it.

Your life hadn’t been the same ever since. Your spontaneous marriage equated to hellish training of perfecting your image as his trophy wife, spending hours in his secret laboratory and discussing business plans through a glass of wine. Naoya wasn’t around much to teach you everything and it pained him to be your own trainer too so you had to ask help from his guards, refusing to give up and fall down even as your muscles screamed at you to take a break. For Naoya, with Naoya, giving up and running away felt like a myth; a buried solution in the past that should never be brought up again. But now that he was gone, you did exactly that.

You’d given up. Satoru had made you run away.

“Miss,” a deep voice cut you from your thoughts. You tore your gaze away from the glowing night city of Milan to turn to Satoru’s right hand man, the tall figure looming rather shyly instead of imposingly. “You haven’t eaten since we got here. Would you like anything? Mr. Gojo will cover your expenses.”

“I want to go home.”

He froze at your deadpan statement. Finally meeting your gaze under his lashes, Geto pursed his lips. “You know we can’t do that, Miss. It’s unsafe back in Japan.”

“And who’s to say Toji won’t follow us here?” you snapped, pushing your weight off the Cleopatra set and uncrossing your legs. “Why can’t your stupid boss just activate the account and give it back to us? I think we’ve made it clear we’re more than capable of handling our finances, and I’m pretty sure Satoru doesn’t need any more money when he can afford all this.”

“Mr. Gojo…has his reasons for everything he does.”

You laughed bitterly. Maybe it was the fact that Satoru had left this morning for whatever business he had that you didn’t have anyone else to let your anger out to that you’d swiped your gun under your thigh holster and dashed his way.

Geto’s back slammed against the wall, the cool barrel of your gun pressed to his jaw. He swallowed nervously, eyes darting to your weapon, and you laughed heartlessly. “Oh, please, do tell because nothing makes sense,” you crooned, flipping the safety off and letting your heated gaze meet his rather docile ones. You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

“I could easily put a bullet through your head and hijack his plane. I’ll be gone before you know it and who’s to stop me from doing that? Why should I stay here any longer with you?”

“Because your husband asked you to,” Geto responded softly. You stepped back with wide eyes, yesterday’s event crashing all over you once again. He must’ve sensed you no longer held any hostility because he used his pointer finger to move the barrel away from him, gently peeling your hands off his suit. “Because you know, if you go back to Japan, there will be nothing waiting for you there.”

You balled your fists. “I will kill Fushiguro Toji myself. Then I’ll kill Satoru.”

“Even if he used to be your lover?”

“Especially because he used to be my lover.”

Okay…maybe your plan of escaping and returning to Japan hadn’t worked out that well. Exhaustion finally crept up to your senses that you passed out not long after attacking Geto – who reassured you to no end he wasn’t mad you tried to kill him – and days have passed ever since. You hated to admit it, but being stuck in an overseas hotel wasn’t so bad. Geto’s presence was a lot more comforting than his master’s that you didn’t mind having him watch your every move. Plus, he was really nice to immediately follow your every whim. You wanted hot chocolate? Extra pillows? A really expensive wine that you refused to pay for because you were petty and dramatic? He provided it all without question.

Except he probably should have, because you’d stripped off to your underwear, head tipped back to take one final swig of the nearly empty bottle as you slid deeper into the tub.

Your fiery nature of rolling your eyes at Satoru every time he came around (which was rare, for some reason) couldn’t fool anyone – not even yourself. The moment Geto retired to the living room, you would bite the pillows to muffle your cries, thinking back to when Naoya was still alive. It was an endless torment of what if you had stayed, what if you had pushed the rubble off him, what if you just saved him?

Would he still be alive? Would he have survived? Would you be back with him in the Zen’in Estate instead of holding your breath under the tub in a desperate attempt to conceal your tears?

It hurt so bad. It hurt everywhere.

Your lungs begged you to rise up and breathe, but you stayed still under the water, eyes shut tight and hands clenched around the tub’s edges so hard your knuckles turned white. Soon, you grew dizzy and your grip slipped away. Finally, fucking finally, you were falling, falling way too deep that your legs bent inside the tub. Bubbles erupted from your lips in one last breath. At the back of your mind, you let out a sincere laugh for you’d meet your husband soon. He’d be disappointed, probably scold you all the way to the afterlife – until strong arms pulled you out of the tub and into someone’s chest instead.

“Shit, what are you doing?! You could’ve drowned!”

You coughed out water and fisted Satoru’s button-up shirt that had now clung to his skin from the water. Looking around you, you were still very much alive, the uncomfortable twisting of your heart a painful reminder of that. Above you, Satoru sat you in his lap while he remained cross-legged on the floor, muttering curses under his breath as he wrapped a towel around you.

Scoffing, you pushed his hands away, though you kept the towel anyway to lessen your shivering. Why the fuck was the AC so damn strong here?

“Dying seems like a better option, don’t you think?” you snarled at him, teeth chattering from the chill that had begin to seep in.

Momentarily, you worried on how much of a hot mess you probably looked like. Smudged eyeliner, wine-stained lips, unbrushed hair and remnants of the wine mixing with the once clear bath water – you shook your head at the thought and glared at Satoru.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“I was out contacting friends to ask for help. We’re going to need a hundred pairs of eyes watching anywhere that Toji could possibly come through.”

“Is this your pathetic idea of ‘keeping me safe’? Locking me up in this stupid hotel and having your man watch me all the time?” you pushed yourself off him, the sudden motion of standing up giving you wobbly legs. Satoru reached over to steady you but you slapped his hand away, your glare warning him to not take another step.

Seeing his face, seeing him worried as if he didn’t just cause your life to turn into absolute hell, you wanted to grab the wine bottle and smash it right at his pretty face. He had no right to look at you with pity.

You hated him, utterly and terribly despised this man with your entire being.

“What are you really planning, Satoru? Why can’t we just come back home and attack Toji with all we’ve got? Why don’t you just give back our fucking money so we can end all this for once and for all and I can leave?!”

“Because I don’t have the money!”

“What?”

“The money…” Satoru’s back slid off the wall, his palm coming up to thread through his hair. He sounded weak, defeated. “I don’t have it.”

“Gojo,” you snatched him by the collar, teeth bared as you demanded, “What do you mean you don’t have it?”

Satoru paled. “When I stole the money from the Zen’ins, the figures were all fake. They’re not real, there’s no actual money hidden behind their accounts and it was too late before I realized that,” his lips trembled as he continued, “Whatever Toji placed in there, it’s not his actual account where he hides everything and it would make sense too because I stole it too easily – almost as if they wanted me to take it. A few hacks here and there and it was immediately wired to me but after meeting you…” Satoru shook his head, chin dropped down low. “I checked again and the account never existed. It’s a fake one. The digits are just there for show.”

“So then why would Toji want it? Why did my husband have to die for nothing?!”

“I don’t know, okay, I don’t know anything!” he argued back until your faces grew closer, his nose brushing with yours.

Somehow, you couldn’t pull away. His knees had drawn up, forcing you to rest on his thighs as you both breathed heavily, your grip on his collar almost havered.

“Whatever the Zen’ins are hiding, that’s beyond me. I may be in the business for far longer than they have, but they have always been notorious with their possessions that I’m not surprised even I can’t find where it really leads back to. Whatever Toji is hiding there, your husband must’ve known something about it. Why else would they fight tooth and bone over it?”

“If there was, Naoya would’ve told me about it.”

“He would if he trusted you,” Satoru suddenly grabbed your wrist and shook it until you stared at your ring. “How are you even so sure he could trust you with that information? Have you forgotten you’re just a pawn to his game and you’re nothing but a bed warmer?”

“Don’t you ever speak about us that way. You don’t know how much he cared for me.”

“If he really did, then why didn’t he tell you why his cousin is after you? He’s using you as bait, Y/N. I’m not the bad guy here. That man you’re so deeply in love with? I can’t guarantee he’s better than me. We’re all men in the mafia, love is the last thing we would care about.”

You pushed yourself off him.

His words stung too much, not because it was a lie, but because you know there was some sort of truth ringing behind it. You trudged out of the bathroom and sat on the bed, unstirred by the fact you dripped all over the carpeted floor. From behind you, Satoru’s rushed footsteps echoed, but you didn’t care. You simply threw on a robe with your back turned to him.

“And you’d know that better than everyone right? Considering how easy it was for you to leave me?” When Satoru didn’t respond, you chuckled humorlessly and sat on the bed. “What Naoya and I had…it was a friendship that healed my soul. I don’t…I don’t know what to do without him.”

“Friendship?”

You smiled sadly. “I wasn’t actually in love with him, idiot. Men like Naoya don’t know what love is, but he sure does know how to protect family.”

The notion of talking about him, of accepting that maybe he really was gone…somewhat reliving.

Satoru was the last person you wanted to talk to your late husband about, but Geto – which is the much better company – wasn’t around, and you hugged your knees to yourself, refusing to let Satoru see through your vulnerability.

“You know, I trusted him more than I did myself. He was always there for me, no matter what. His soul was dark, angry, corrupted – he’s not the man I would fall for, but despite all that, he was the friend I needed,” you buried your face in your knees, voice muffled as you cried, your heart shattering again and again and again.

The ring on your finger had never felt so heavy ever since you wore it.

“I loved him as much as I hated you.”

Satoru was silent, so much so that you wondered if he was even in the same room at all. You sat there crying, too hopeless to even try to conceal it anymore. Shivering, you close your eyes and forced the image of Naoya’s last moments away from your memories, desperately praying to whoever had mercy that you could just forget all about it.

“Geto told me you tried to kill him,” Satoru murmured after a beat, “You could’ve easily escaped and went back to Japan if you wanted to, so why didn’t you? Was it because of me?”

You remembered what you tried to do today.

Just like that, Naoya was alive once more. You were brought back to the day of your wedding when he’d clasped your sweaty, clammy hands in his, rubbing some warmth in them before pressing a kiss at the top of your knuckles. He’d asked you to promise him something then – an entire contrast from his constants orders over your well-being – and it was a promise you’d momentarily forgotten; a promise you’d broken out of mourning.

“Naoya once told me,” you reminisced through dry, cracked lips and even more shattered heart, the picture of his disappointment as clear as day. “Death was the only place he can go where he would never allow me to follow.”

It took a lot, but it somehow got better. After allowing yourself a faint moment of weakness where Naoya resurfaced in your mind to remind you of our promise and your purpose, you felt stronger, somewhat steadier with each step you took. You were still wary around Satoru, although that was a given.

His friend, Geto, was really nice, on the other hand, and you couldn’t explain why you always lowered your guard around the formal dark-haired assistant.

You and Geto were playing chess when Satoru barged in out of nowhere, a plate and a syrup condenser on his hand. “So I got you breakfast,” was his greeting, nodding at Geto once as a silent order to give you two privacy. You pouted as the latter left, but soon your attention had been diverted to the heavenly aroma filling in your senses. Seeing your approval, Satoru hid a smile behind his dark sunglasses. “Still like pancakes?”

“Trying to get into my good graces now?”

“I’m just trying to cheer you up.”

You rolled your eyes but snatched the plate from him anyway. “So I talked to my lawyer,” you begun, pouring syrup all over the fluffy bread until it was almost spilling to the sides. Beside you, Satoru’s snickers were barely muffled, to which you ignored wholeheartedly. “They’ve already processed my inheritance over Naoya’s possessions and assets. Once we return to Japan, I’ll be the next leader of the Zen’in Clan, much to the disappointment of his elders, of course, but they can’t do anything about it,” you informed him with your fork hanging in mid-air, the words falling thickly. “You know what that means, don’t you?”

“That we’re back to being enemies?”

You offered him a sarcastic smile. “Naoya lied about strengthening his alliance with your family. He doesn’t actually give a fuck about you.”

“I figured that much,” he snickered to himself, shifting his weight until his elbows rested on his thighs. “Listen…a friend of mine is flying to Milan tonight to meet us. They have strong connections with banks all over the world and they brought in some information about that hidden Zen’in account. I think we’re finally getting off to somewhere and finding out what really is in there,” Satoru gauged for your reaction, but you kept eating – more like stuffing the pancakes inside your mouth for you were finally free of having to act perfect without your husband.

Satoru’s hand landed on top of yours. “I promise…I’ll give it back to right where it belongs. As soon as it’s wired back to you, I’m setting you free.”

You stared at the unwanted figure over you, and you snatched your hand back, waving a bread knife below his lashes. “You can’t set me free when I was never yours,” you sang breathily, the tip of the blade hovered right at his lips. Satoru raised a brow at you, but you quickly retrieved the knife back with widened eyes. “Now that you mention it…I think Naoya told me something about his family stashing secret weapons and even heirlooms through offshore accounts and buried under islands. He was a little sleepy during that time but I remember it,” pushing the plate away from you as you lost your appetite, you clutched your palms under your chin in thought. “He said he was looking for something he lost as a child, possibly an heirloom.”

“He’s doing all this for heirlooms?” Satoru immediately coughed his words back when you glared at him, raising his hands in surrender. “I mean, I was just saying. I didn’t think he was a sentimental type of guy.”

“The question here is what both Toji and Naoya could’ve both wanted from that account. It’s not just an heirloom, obviously there’s something there worth more than money,” You argued and slapped your knees, heading straight to your (unfortunately) shared room. “Whatever. I’ll get this over with as soon as I get the money back.”

Satoru, as always, was hot on your heels. It annoyed you how he trailed over you like some sort of puppy or shadow – Naoya had always been too classy to not give you space.

The difference between them just kept getting more and more uncannily obvious.

“Whoa there, stop. Did you really think I’d give back the money to you and that’s it? Are you forgetting the fact Toji is out there to kill you just so he can have his hands on it?”

“He can have the money for all I fucking care,” you shrugged and sat on your bed, scrolling through numerous piles of emails and records that Naoya entrusted you to keep. Surely you could find something. “I just need to find whatever Naoya’s spent his whole life killing for.”

“Why don’t you care about the money? Didn’t Naoya expect you to take over his business?”

Your thumb froze over a file. Suddenly, your throat grew dry, and you quickly flashed Satoru a stinky eye. “I-it’s not my main concern.”

“It’s not safe for you. If Toji finds out—”

Got it. You bookmarked an email Naoya had forwarded you around three years ago and resent it to an old friend, pocketing the phone back to your pyjamas before Satoru could see. “I’ll handle it. I’ve been doing well so far before you came into our lives again,” you finalized, stopping for a bit as you waited for that all-too familiar footfall matching with yours, only for the room to be coated in silence.

Satoru stood there on the other side of the room, eyes deep in thought before he sighed. “I’ll meet you at the hotel restaurant tonight. We have a lot to discuss on what our next move should be,” nodding once, Satoru left the room.

The hotel room was eerily silent.

Dinner came around faster than you expected. With Geto out to run some errands for Satoru, something about ‘establishing bases’ or whatever, you were locked in your room, using Naoya’s black card to get enough amount of clothing to last you for your stay here. Even though Satoru had promised he’d take care of everything, you didn’t want to be in his debt for any longer. You weren’t his, you were Naoya’s, and you shot down his curious looks when heaps of shopping bags had been delivered to your door.

An hour later, you left the room, struggling to zipper the back of your dress. Satoru was already in the living room buttoning up his suit jacket, just as handsome as ever (though you’d never tell him that.)

His hands froze in the last button once his eyes landed on you, and you huffed at him, too distressed to even act cute or bothered while pointing to your dress. Satoru strode to you in three long steps, his cold fingers brushing against the dip of your spine when he clutched on the zipper.

You had to bite your lip down to prevent the shivers from spilling through, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered, “You look great.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

If Satoru was bothered by the lack of sincerity in your voice, he didn’t comment on it. He removed his hands from you and watched as you slipped black velvet gloves through your arms – just in case you had to end up killing someone; leaving fingerprints was a risk you couldn’t take.

“Did you really get dressed to kill?”

“I came here to negotiate,” you corrected, “I’ll do everything I can to find out whatever’s behind that offshore account. And you, sir,” Frowning at him, you pulled Satoru closer by the tie, perhaps a little too harshly since he nearly knocked his head with yours. He was quick to steady himself as you fixed his tie, flattening it down with your fingers. “You need to know where you should stick your nose in. This is more my business than yours so don’t get in my way acting all hero and shit. I assure you I can handle myself.”

“You’re really going to berate me for worrying about you?”

“You can no longer worry about me,” you disclosed, snatching your black purse from the counter before doing the come hither motion at his shock-still figure. “Now let’s go. We have a case to crack.”

“Case to crack? You sure sound like a detective.”

You snickered, but made no further comment. The elevators dinged and you arrived at the restaurant, which you really regretted not visiting soon enough because the place was grand. Red carpeted floors, golden chandeliers, soft jazz music playing in the background as the lights dimmed down low, the faint clinking of utensils against plates and light chatter of the guests so heartbreakingly nostalgic.

It seemed that even after his death, Naoya had every intention to never leave your side. The setting reminded you too much of your never-ending late night fancy dinners.

Naoya being Naoya, he didn’t blink twice in flaunting his money and renting out entire restaurants all for himself, claiming that he just ‘wanted to have an intimate moment with his wife.’ Sure, it mostly consisted of you discussing what move you should make next, but it was the most affectionate gesture you’ve received after spending years in the quiet and cold environment of the Zen’in Estate.

The outside world wasn’t any better when you and Naoya were marked as targets by the entire government, so it made sense, that only with him that you’d find comfort in.

You must be so out of it you never even noticed Satoru leading you to your seat, a warm meal that should’ve been comforting right under your nose. It was too much – too similar that you headed straight for the wine, ignoring Satoru’s questioning gaze. You noticed from the corner of his eye that he opened his mouth too many times in an attempt to make light conversation, but this dinner wasn’t for you to rekindle your old flame.

No, you were here to wait for his ‘friend’ and review important matters. You were determined to fulfill that purpose alone and only that alone that you never once made eye contact with him, even standing up to reach the salt shaker near him instead of asking him to pass it.

Just as you leaned back to your seat, the music grew louder. A foreign man walked to the stage where he was basked in the spotlight, all heads turning to him when he tapped the microphone, sending little echoes all over the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s loosen up tonight with a drink and bring our lovers out here on the dance floor,” he sang while swaying side to side, snapping his fingers to the beat that had turned into calming to sensual. “It is a fine evening, isn’t it? Come on, don’t be shy, the night is still so young!”

You dropped your fork beside the plate. “Did you know about this?”

“I swear, I had no idea.”

“Those two attractive lovers in table 42, the dance floor is still much too spacious!”

“Pretty vulgar for a five star hotel,” you commented under your breath and dabbed the pasta sauce off your lips with a napkin, slapping it down the table as you stood up – much to Satoru’s surprise who’d tried to make himself invisible from the host’s eyes. Stupid him; did he really think he could blend in with his sunglasses and snow white hair?

If you were to be honest, you’d rather choke on shrimp than dance with him, but you had an image to upkeep. If you couldn’t gather with the crowd and pretend to be one with others, both your true natures would be fished out even with innocent eyes. You were left with no choice but to be comfortable in the dance floor, sighing deeply as you placed your hands down on Satoru’s wide shoulders. He furrowed his brows at you but said nothing else; strong, cautious hands sliding down from your back before they settled at the curve of your hips.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Mister. I won’t hesitate to stab a fork through your jugular right here.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I know you’re not my little angel anymore.”

Angel. It was what he used to call you back then – when you were still but an innocent, naïve being who never believed in monsters until you fell for one.

He was right; you were no longer his angel. The woman he loved had been left abandoned in the street, the purity of her soul tainted with anger and heartbreak that soon bathed in blood and the need for revenge. His angel was no more – the woman he danced with was nothing but a replica of the face and body he adored the most. Now, you danced with him, not as his angel and neither as his rival’s wife, but simply as a woman whose kindness had long vanished into thin air.

Satoru danced with the devil.

And he should be disgusted just as you should be repulsed with how sickeningly smooth and graceful he was in everything he did, but the wine – yes, it was the fucking wine – messed with you that you actually enjoyed it. Your bodies moved in rhythm and syncopated with the beat, the romantic high notes of the violin and the tender embrace of deep trebles like a classical painting coming to life and you were its subjects to be expressed.

Perhaps…you were just sad. You grieved and mourned too much you’d momentarily forgot what love was, in turn making you forget what it felt like to be constantly unsafe and peeking over your shoulder in case someone tried to kill you.

Satoru just felt so warm, so safe and alive that you found your head dipping lower, your muscles relaxing around his soothing and undeniably tender touch, the space between your bodies diminishing until you surrendered to the power of your desire. You were so close, your ear about to press on his chest to listen to the blissful sound of someone’s reassuring heartbeat along with the music, and then you saw him.

A tuft of blonde hair, a chiseled face, a nude cream suit and a deep blue shirt beneath – what the fuck was he doing here?

The spell was broken in an instant.

Satoru must’ve been under the same trance for his hand trailed lower to pull you closer, your chests grazing with one another before you placed your palm flat on his body, lips thinned into a grim look that resonated with the sick, twisting feeling in your guts.

“I,” you croaked out, clearing your throat when it went dry. “I need to go to the ladies.”

You left Satoru without another word, bunching your dress up to run to where he had disappeared. He was still walking coolly and inspecting the paintings hung in the empty lobby with faux interest – although knowing him, the bastard probably did enjoy classical pieces and studied about them in his free time; which he didn’t have much to begin with.

As if sensing your presence, he stopped right in front of a replica of The Sleeping Venus, his hands dug deep in his pockets. “The shape of being is the visual demonstration of a state of being in which idealized existence is suspended in immutable slow-breathing harmony. All the sensuality has been distilled off from this sensuous presence, and all incitement; Venus denotes not the act of love but the recollection of it. The perfect embodiment of Giorgione’s dream, she dreams his dream herself,” he narrates in his baritone voice, “A little cordial, is it not?”

You took your gun out from your thigh holster and lowered it right at the back of his skull. “Don’t move another inch.”

“No need to be so hostile in a public setting, Y/N. I’m only here to look out for you and making sure you’re not forgetting who you are. Killing me isn’t part of the plan.”

“Neither was murdering my husband,” you growled, pushing the barrel harder against him, though the man didn’t budge before you. “I know that it wasn’t Toji who set off the bomb, Kento, you did.”

“We simply saw an opportunity that couldn’t be wasted. Two notorious mafia leaders in an unsuspecting supposed safe environment?” The fact he didn’t even deny it left you speechless. Kento spun around until your gun rested between his eyes, and he languidly pushed his glasses up his high nose as he looked down on you. “We could’ve killed two birds with one stone had you not been in the way.”

“You guys are out to kill me too now?”

“Don’t act too surprised. The Organization isn’t patient enough to wait for both leaders to die.”

“So you killed my husband?!” you argued, “He was my friend, I told you not to touch him!”

“Only in the exchange that you hand him to us,” Kento echoed, jogging your memory until you were kept up to date. “But it’s been five years and what has happened so far? You’re fraternizing with the enemy and even manufacturing drugs for your so-called husband. Now that he’s dead, you’re here in Italy, looking as stunning as ever as you wine and dine with a former lover,” Kento tilted his head to the side to study your appearance – smiling at how you seemed too bright and fashionable for a woman in supposed mourning.

“I hardly believe you’re actually affected by this at all.”

“How dare you! I’ve proven to no end my loyalty of the higher-ups!”

Kento didn’t bat an eye at your outburst. If anything, he stepped closer to your weapon. “Kill me if you wish, Y/N, but know the moment you put a bullet in my head, the Organization will place you on the same pedestal as Naoya’s and Gojo’s. I wouldn’t recommend such methods considering we’re already at unease on whose side you’re really on. If you do this, you will be our enemy.”

“I did everything for the Organization. What else would you want from me?”

“The contract was easy. We want both leaders – whether dead or alive – in our custody. If you don’t hold your side of the deal, it’s not only your life that we’ll take from you,” Kento pulled out a red coin that made your heart sink deep into your stomach for it served as a threat over the consequences of your actions.

He lowered your gun with the coin and smirked at you, his lips right beside the shell of your ear as he purred, “I suggest you be careful with what step of action you take next.”

“Oi, Nanami, you’re here!” Satoru’s voice suddenly boomed in the hallway. Nanami was as unbothered as ever from taking a step away from you, nodding to your gun which you quickly concealed right before Satoru arrived. You were frozen – rendered immobile with the flashing red metal from his palm – that you couldn’t even protest against Satoru wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I see you’ve met Mrs. Zen’in already.”

“Hmm, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Madam,” taking your hand in his, Kento’s eyes were nothing but eerie as he kissed your knuckles. “Shall we start our discussion?”

SUKI RANTS! Nanami quoted Sydney Joseph Friedberg (an art critic) in one of his dialogues. A little backstory on the painting was that the portrait was originally made by Giorgone, who had a student and also his lover (if I’m not mistaken) called Titian. Giorgone never finished the portrait because he died from the plague but Titiane finished it for him, symbolizing that Y/N still has a mission that connected her from Naoya even after his death and she has to finish something he started. The portrait is of a nude woman that symbolized oneness of nature and that the woman isn’t posed for the gaze of men, but rather they are dreaming, hence the quote: “Venus denotes not the act of love but the recollection of it. The perfect embodiment of Giorgione’s dream, she dreams his dream herself.” Nanami said the painting’s meaning resonated with Y/N’s situation too much since she wasn’t in love with Naoya, but she had a recollection of their moments that still represented their relationship, and that Naoya’s dream (goals) are also shared by Reader. I was gonna ask you guys what your theories are on that scene but I think this makes me sound cooler if I explain it so *lip bite emoji because I’m still broken over Naoya’s death*

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delopsia · 1 year ago

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Hello and welcome to Del's Outer Range S1 E5 thoughts and wonderings! We are officially going off the deep end, folks!

Wayne absolutely rocked Royal's world.

How I feel every time I come back to Tumblr with my bullshit. Particularly with this thoughts and wonderings series.

Enjoy your two-hour trip to the hospital, Wayne!

Interesting. In one shot, Royal has two bloody wounds on his upper chest; in the next, it's gone.

Lovely to see you here, Trev.

"Time's a motherfucker." Hwat.

That there is a grade-A concussion, Royal.

Hello again, ominous sign

Love that we never addressed what was setting the dogs off? Just boom, Rhett and Perry working on the fence. Can't wait for you two to find out about your west pasture fence!

Why are you so needlessly hot

It's just now hit me that when Perry apologizes, Rhett doesn't even look at him.

I spy Rhett's truck <3

Why is Autumn so hellbent on getting her necklace back?

I feel like Cecelia's suspicious that Royal's having an affair...just a hunch.

Y'all seen my rant about this once, you're gonna hear it again

Where the fuck did the lightning rod on the top of the building go

Hello, clearly not green-screened pictures. Featuring a second one that is definitely not the exact same png of the Abbott's layered onto a different background...

I WANNA TAKE CARNIVAL PHOTOS WITH RHETTTTTTT

Sorry

Lost myself for a second there

It will happen again

I could listen to Dr. Nia Bintu talk for the rest of my life.

Now what...look at this. Royal turns to look at something, and this black-framed picture is behind him. Three people standing for a picture. Look at the background.

But then he turns around to look at it, and—

Not only is the picture different, but this is the same company logo we saw in the E2 flashback, revealing what Royal saw when he went into the hole.

There's a common theory on the OR Subreddit that BY9 stands for "before year nine," referring to how Royal says he can't remember anything from before the age of nine.

Then he turns around, and it's normal again

I am being gaslit by a magic cowboy tv show.

Royal harassing some poor librarian into using the computer for him and then using the pay phone 😭 old man behavior.

"Two bears came out of the woods and mauled 42 of the boys," well damn. Bible study is wild.

Cecelia continues to have trouble connecting to her faith.

I, personally, would crawl out of my skin if a group of women put their hands on me and prayed, but I'm glad Cecelia feels like she's got her support system here.

Cecelia, girl, you could have guessed that Patricia wouldn't have wanted to see your face, all things considered 😭

I aspire to be this comfy, taking a nap in the Wyoming wilderness.

Now why are we so on the nose with the bear cub

The tires in the background imply the Abbott's own some sort of farm/ranch equipment. @OR Writers, can we pleaseeeee see Rhett driving it next season?

The way that the cub is so obviously a doll...better than the CGI bear, ig.

Why is Cecelia trying to bury the cub?

And why does she give up right after she's done digging the hole to put it in the shed instead?

I need to be muzzled. My first thought was, imagine sneaking around and hooking up with Rhett in this shed.

Found momma bear

Billy's flashback to when Wayne was sane, ouch.

"Just because you say something to a person doesn't necessarily mean you mean it."

Poor Matt was just asking what she wanted to eat; now he's subject to Joy's ramblings.

Now Joy is suspicious of Perry. So am I, girl! Keep investigating!

That thing talking inside of you, Joy? It's us, the entire fandom.

ARREST PERRY

"It's in me too, you know," was the wisest thing Perry ever said. Whatever weirdness Royal has going on in him, that rage, it's in Perry.

Cecelia quotes Autumn's "you don't truly know a person" spheal. Please don't let this be an implication of more to come.

Seeing Autumn and Perry go out and have fun at a concert, with the foresight of knowing she's his daughter, is so cute. If only life was normal for the Abbotts, and Perry got to take his daughter Amy to the same concerts he loves.

Aaand now begins the bullshit.

"Whatever you're wrapped up in with your family, I don't want any part of it." Said Maria, an episode before she decided to hook up with Rhett. With no further communication following that statement.

They're so all over each other.

Rhett, taking off his hat, was hot.

I'm sorry

I told you it would happen again.

One chance, your honor. Once chance, I beg.

Perry's, "we argued, I went to bed, and she was gone," feels too clean to me, but alas. I have no proof of a crime. Only a hunch the size of Texas.

"What if I told you it's possible to understand what happened to her, even without knowing exactly what happened to her?" Girl what. Did the hole swallow her up? Royal take her for a ride out back?

Autumn's gonna be really excited when she finds out her necklace was crushed...

How come the powder in the rock doesn't work immediately? Did Royal have to activate it in some fashion for it to work?

Nothing quite like a vision of yourself on your deathbed...

Autumn has a necklace with more of the magic stuff in it

And thus, Royal panics, and I feel sweet, sweet relief at the cut to black.

I am once again free 💃

Rewatching Outer Range for the umpteenth time. Will slowly reblog with random thoughts and theories.

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dinner-djarin · 4 years ago

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dar'manda (Mando x f!reader)

Chapter 1: The Only Way Out is Through

Summary: Things have been quiet since The Mandalorian's disappearing act on Nevarro. However, things change quickly at his sudden return, and the changes are sure to impact your own life. That is, if you don't screw it up for yourself.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, yearning/awkward flirting/reader doesn’t know how to act around Mando, Cara Dune lol (I feel like she needs a warning)

Word Count: 3.8k

Prologue - Next

In the weeks that the Mandalorian had been gone, things on Nevarro had taken a turn for the worse. Ever since making his grand escape, remaining Imperial officers seemed to get word of a Mandalorian bounty hunter gone rogue. He took some sort of “package” right out of their hands, and they really didn’t like that. So, they sent out every bounty hunter idiotic enough to go after a Mandalorian. And to double their efforts, they effectively made Nevarro their new base.

Well, that probably wasn’t exactly accurate, but either way it seemed like every stormtrooper left was sent to keep watch in case their prize ever returned.

You could not imagine that anyone would be stupid enough to come back to the place where they so flagrantly disregarded every rule of the Guild, and yet – there he was. Walking into town at the side of his...former boss. As he approached however, you noticed he probably wasn't there by choice. His hands were bound in front of him, and a muscley looking woman, with a very large gun, was not too far behind them. Well then, you think to yourself, I guess no one crosses the Guild, not even Mando.

Just as they enter town you being to consider the precarity of your own situation. With the town being occupied by stormtroopers, times are tough. Curfews have been put in place and wandering through town is highly discouraged. The marketplace has turned into a ghost town as people have become less and less inclined to spend time outside of their homes. They might come by for the basics, but business is definitely not what it used to be. So, you often find yourself with “free time” – moments you should realistically be working – where you instead spy on the invaders who have ruined your already unpleasant life. Basically, the exact thing you were doing in that very moment.

It's a matter of fate that he showed up just as you made your way to the town entrance. Even more so when you overhear a conversation between the Guild leader and the Mandalorians captor.

“Things got really heated once Mando crashed the safehouse” you hear the Guild leader say.

“Slip him his blaster” whispers the woman. These words bring you utter confusion. Did she mean slip Mando his blaster?

“Not yet,” he says under his breath.

And suddenly you are more confused than before. Why would she say something like that? How did any of this make sense? You’re thankful you were not seen as they pass by you, but you think you perceive a subtle change in the reflection from the shiny metal helmet that your eyes have been locked on to. His gaze fell to the metal orb that was trailing the trio through the city centre. When he looked back up however, he did not return his gaze to the direction he had been looking previously. Now you think, and you know it’s completely self-centred of you to do so, but you feel like he is staring straight at you. You don't think he would be able to see into the shadows that were providing your cover, but something about the angle of his visor as he walks by sends a shiver down your spine.

The three of them and the metal orb enter the cantina and you adjust your position in attempt for a better view. Only a few minutes later does a blaster shot eviscerate the long transparisteel window on the front wall of the building, allowing you a glimpse of the chaos inside. A plethora of various blaster bolts ricochet through the building, evidence that the situation was drastically more complicated than you initially observed. However, the next events prove that things could still get worse for the group inside.

From the safety of your hiding spot, you see the scene unfold. The entire courtyard of the village is filled with stormtroopers in seconds, and then you hear it. The unmistakable screech that has haunted you since you were young. A sound that would forever be branded into your head, as it signaled the end of your childhood. The last time you heard that sound was the last time you saw your father and brother.

The Tie Fighter lands right in front of the cantina, completely blocking your view of any further events. You take that as your sign to get the hell out of there, knowing the level of destruction that is sure to follow. Even with the high amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins, you manage to keep a level head and find your way back to the marketplace, where most other citizens are gathered.

You quickly alert everyone to the impending danger nearby, and although some are slow to react, they begin to gather their belongings and search for safety.

Luckily, you recall a nearby alley that would lead to the part of town furthest away from the calamity, and you tell them all to make their way there immediately. Once you were sure that no one was left behind you head towards the alley only for an explosion to go off somewhere near the cantina. And although the source of the blast is far enough away not to injure you, the shockwave ripples through a one of the buildings, whose integrity was already questionable, causing it to crumble and block your previously secure exit route. With your mind in panic mode, you glance over to a spot which had caught your eye a hundred times before, a spot you kept noticing the Mandalorian disappear to.

You quickly run for cover hoping no other buildings decide to fall apart in the meantime, and you find the passageway was actually concealing a staircase which led to the sewers. Unsure of where to go next, your adrenaline high mind keeps you moving fast, taking random turns, having no understanding of where the tunnels lead to and where the safest exit may be. It wasn't until you rapidly took a corner and ran straight into an armoured chest plate that your mind stopped running wild.

A few second too late you realize it wasn’t the armour you would have hoped to see. The Mandalorians captor stands in front of you, with a package wrapped in her arms. Beside her is the Guild leader. You stand there dumbstruck and panting, unsure of what move to make.

The Guild leader approaches you, but you recoil, stepping back.

“What did you do to him?” is all you can think to growl at them.

“He’s just sleeping.” She attempts to assure you, “Wait how do you know the kid?” the woman asks, evidently confused by your accusation.

“What kid? No, the Mandalorian. You captured him. I saw you two walk in to town with him handcuffed”

“Young lady, I think you are confused. Please allow me to explain our situation.” the leader states, taking another step closer to you. This time you stand your ground, making clear you want answers.

He explains his name is Greef Karga, and the woman is Cara Dune, an ex-rebel shock trooper. And despite walking into town with Mando handcuffed by their sides, they were actually all in on the plan together. However, it seems that once they got inside things went south, a habit Mando seemed to be making for himself. It turns out that this elaborate scheme was set in place in an attempt to save a tiny green baby from the Empire, which now rests in the woman’s – Cara’s – arms.

You have no idea what to think. There's no way any of this can be true. Although, you then recall the conversation you overheard as they entered the town, and everything else seems to line up with your own experiences of the past hour.

You also realize that the Child must be the reason Mando went rogue in the first place. And after sneaking a peak at his resting wrinkly face, you completely understand why. After only one look, you’d probably jump in front of speeder for that little guy.

But before you can make up your mind on whether to believe Karga or not, Mando rounds the corner being supported by a very tall, very thin droid that you recognize to be an IG unit. As they approach, Cara hands off the baby to the droid and attempts to support Mando, and for some maker-forsaken reason you decide to help too. As you slide your arm under Mando’s shoulder and rest your hand on his back you feel him tense – you know you’ve made a mistake. But it’s too late to turn back now, so you carry some of his weight and continue on down the ominous path. The only way out, is through.

Your mind is running at 100 parsecs per hour. This is the closest, physically, you’ve been to anyone in years, and if that weren't enough you seem to be in the middle of both your wildest dream and worst nightmare. You can’t remember the last time you were tucked under someone's arm, and pressed up against them so tightly, if you ever were. And in your panicked state you start to realize you’ve basically been holding your breath this whole time, making your heart beat erratically and your head throb. But just as you think you might pass out from your stupidity, the Mandalorians voice shakes you back to reality.

“Stop.” His word sends you into a new panic. Were you thinking out loud? Could he read your heartbeat through his helmet? Did he know what a complete mess you were at his touch? “I can stand,” he says, finishing his thought.

Oh thank the gods.

He lets go of you and switches something in his helmet to look for tracks, and you allow yourself to finally take a deep breath.

“We’re close,” he states. After a moment of stabilizing your heartbeat and focussing on your breath900, you quicken your pace, subtly placing yourself just behind Mando’s left shoulder as he leads the group through the tunnel. You’re close enough to catch when he mumbles, “I know you.”

“And I know you,” you respond playfully, disregarding the severity of the situation you’ve found yourself in. You’re not quite sure how Mando’s mere presence can affect you so brutally, to the point of forgetting how to act like a normal human being.

“From the market.” He doesn’t ask.

“That’s me, good to see you in one piece. I was worried when I heard about the stunt you pulled. Crossing the guild...not sure I've ever heard of anyone getting away with that.” Oh man why are you talking so much. You just need to shut up now. Literally no one wants to hear-

“Worried?” a hint of genuine curiosity hidden in his question. Well of course he found the one word in your entire sentence that incriminates you. There’s no way he doesn’t know about your crush now.

“Umm well of course, I think everyone was. It’s all anyone could talk about for weeks. Nothing that exciting has happened around here in a while,” you quickly blurt out. He turns his head for a moment and examines you.

He is silent, evidently noticing the way you awkwardly avoided his question. You stare at him trying with every muscle in your face to remain composed. You know he sees right through you – must be that bullshit reader – but you think if you maintain eye contact long enough, he’ll just move on from your stupidity. And he does.

“How did you get here?” He returns to his task of following footprints. The question and abrupt change in topic jars you, although if you had to guess, you think he must have picked up on your complete awkwardness, possibly confusing it for suspicious behaviour. You hope he doesn’t think you untrustworthy because if it.

“There were explosions, and I tried to help everyone out, but the path became blocked and the only way out was some curtain hiding a staircase.” Your explanation, you realize, now sounds completely ridiculous, especially in the flustered manner you are depicting it in. Even so, you continue, “I went to hide but it turns out it led straight down here. So, I tried to find an exit, but I bumped into them instead,” you finish, glancing behind you towards Cara and Karga.

“If you came in from the market you should have passed the covert,” Mando stated almost accusingly, increasing your worry over whether he thought trusted your story.

“I’m not sure I didn’t really see any-” but his question is immediately answered by the pile of discarded Mandalorian armour in front of you.

The Mandalorian stops, and you can see just how suddenly his body language changed. Even injured, he looked deadly as he led you through the tunnels, but at the sight of the remnants of his clan, he is weak. You can feel the sadness, remorse, and pain emanating from him all at once. And as you stand beside him you barely realize you’ve gently reached for his hand, gripping it tight and squeezing it to convey your condolence for his immense loss.

But after a moment, he moved forward and away from your grasp to kneel at the sight of his fallen brethren. Cara suggests the group leave, but he won’t. He will not leave the armour in its discarded state.

Suddenly, the mood shifts, and you see the Mandalorian transform before your eyes. He storms towards Karga, accusing that he and the Guild members must be responsible. Karga denies, but you think Mando might be on the verge of strangling him when suddenly another modulated voice fills the tunnel.

A golden warrior stands before you. Her presence shocks you. It reveals some element rooted deep, a feeling you can only describe as warm… or familiar? She explains, as she gathers the scattered armour, how revealing the covert brought the presence of Imperials. When Mando offers her to join him, she rejects, maintaining that her place is to gather the remains of her people.

You all follow her into a small room with a forge in the centre of it. “Show me the one who’s safety deemed such destruction,” she demands.

“This is the one,” Mando responds. Gesturing to the baby that was wrapped tight to the IG unit’s chest.

“This is the one that you hunted, then saved?” she asks.

“Yes. The one that saved me as well.” And with that statement you find both an answer, and more questions. That baby saved him? How the-

“From the mudhorn?” she asks.

“Yes.” he responds, making you even more confused than ever. The baby saved him from a mudhorn?

“It looks helpless” she states.

“It’s injured, but it is not helpless. Its species can move objects with its mind.” As if this conversation could get any weirder. Move objects...with its MIND.

The Armourer begins to detail battles between Mandalore the Great and some species of wizards; the species this child belongs to. She also tells Mando that he is now responsible for the baby – his foundling. And finally, she tasks him with finding these sorcerers and returning the baby to them. When Mando questions the outrageous turn of events the woman has only four words in response:

“This is the Way.” Suddenly that warm comfort you felt before resurges, but only for a moment, as Cara reminds the group of the urgency of their situation. You need to find a way out before Imperials catch your tracks. The Armourer then suggests the group find a river of lava that will lead all of you out of the tunnels. Right…

River of lava, or Imperial Troopers. What the heck did you get yourself into? Either way it seems you don’t have much of a choice. After receiving a mudhorn signet on his pauldron, the Armourer pronounces that he and the child are bound as father and son; a clan of two. Cute little family they’ll make. When the droid gets ready to defend the group from incoming Imps, it hands Cara the child who looks very uncomfortable with it, so she passes him to you.

Stunned and confused you look to the Mandalorian who shows no sign of discomfort with you holding his now adopted son, not that you’d probably be able to tell. Either way, it seems you’ve acquired a new responsibility.

Blaster fire rings just outside the room as the woman hands Mando some flying contraption, and your group decides you might need to get a move on.

You approach the lava river, only to notice the boat has melted to the docking point. Karga and Mando struggle to free it, but Cara just gives you a smug look. “You boys mind getting out of the way?” she warns only to blast the points where the boat was attached, successfully freeing it from its molten chains.

The boat quickly begins to drift from the dock, but just as you start to lift your foot over the edge to make your way inside, you feel a strong hand against your lower back, guiding you the rest of the way. Once you steady yourself on the boat you glance up at the visor which is pinned straight ahead, unwavering and unwilling to meet your gaze. His seemingly disinterested reaction makes you anxious to know the true intention of his touch. He must just realize your safety is attached to the bundle you are currently cradling against your chest. Obviously, he is only looking out for the child, you just happen to be the person responsible for his transportation. If Cara were the one holding his son, he’d probably be helping her instead. Right? Simple as that.

Even so, you can't help but notice the way his hand flexes after it returns to his side.

For just a moment your mind slips, and you let yourself think that there might be something there. That the short conversations and fleeting looks shared all those weeks ago might have held more weight than you believed. That when you were admiring his head-to-toe armor upgrade, he may have been examining you back. That he might have actually liked the fact that you worried about him in his absence. You allow yourself to think that underneath that metal, stands a man who might be gentle, and kind. A man who helps you into a boat when he himself is injured. One who is willing to leave behind everything he knows in order to ensure the security of a child.

You snap back to reality, however, when Karga notices the light at the end of the tunnel. But just when you think that your journey is almost over, Mando informs you otherwise. A battalion of stormtroopers line the edges of your only exit route. No one in your group can come up with any satisfactory solution, until the IG unit comes forward.

“They will not be satisfied with anything less than the child. This is unacceptable. I will eliminate them, and you will escape.”

Mando is quick to point out that the droid would never make it past the troopers, but the droid insists. Apparently, his manufacturer's protocol dictates that he cannot be captured and must self-destruct. He asks that Mando look over the Child once he is gone, and you swear you can hear a hint of sadness through his filtered voice. Your hypothesis is confirmed by the IG unit, and your heart warms slightly for the metal man. The droid reaches over to say goodbye to the child for the last time, patting him gently on the head, then steps into the lava river and heads down towards the mouth of the cave. You all stare silently as you watch him approach the troopers when suddenly-

Fire consumes your vision, and it overwhelms your senses. Not having actually seen an explosion in your life you seem to be the only one on the boat who is at all fazed by the sudden wall of heat and deafening boom created by IG-11’s sacrifice. In the process you cover the child with your body and wince back into the hard wall behind you. Cradling the child and shielding yourself, you almost don’t notice when the wall grabs your hip and steadies you in front of it.

Suddenly, you’re flushed with embarrassment, realizing all at once the wall was the Mandalorian and both of his hands were still gripped onto you, holding you tight against his chest plate.

But your shock only lasts a moment before the unsettling screech of a Tie Fighter pierced your ears for the second time that day. And before you could process, the Mandalorian was using his body as a shield, protecting you and the child from the blasts, and simultaneously shooting at the new threat barreling towards your group.

Will this day ever end, is the only thought in your head before Mando is flying through the air using the jetpack given to him by the Armourer only minutes ago. However, you distinctly remember her saying he would need time to get used to it before it would ‘listen to his commands’. Nevertheless, he jerks through the sky in a desperate attempt to bring the Tie down.

You watch as one of the wings are ripped off by an explosion and the tie crashes to the ground. The Mandalorian lets go just in time and falls quickly towards the ground, igniting his jetpack at the last second to make a rough landing right in front of you.

The child squirms in your arms at the first sign of peace so you set him down gently. He awkwardly runs over to Mando and hugs his leg, creating possibly the cutest sight you had ever seen. Again, your heart can’t help but melt for the new little family, and you wonder how these two are going to get by. A child with magical powers, and a father who’s built to kill. Not a pairing you would bet on.

Cara and Karga then try to convince Mando to stay on Nevarro and help the both of them sort out the aftermath of today's events. But the Mandalorian insists on sticking to his mission. The child is now his first priority and finding a group of near-extinct ancient sorcerers does not sound like easy work.

“We have a long road ahead of us, but the journey is necessary. I must return him to his kind, no matter how long it takes.” You hear him reason with the pair, refusing their kind offers to remain on the planet with them.

If you know one thing about the Mandalorian it's that everything he does is completely intentional. No one could force Mando into something he doesn’t want to do. If he is sure of this path, he will follow it through till the end.

And from your short interactions, you know he spends time forming his thoughts in order to get his point across. Each sentence is carefully crafted so that they are clear and concise. You know he means every word.

Maybe that's why the next words out of his mouth come as a complete shock to you.

“Would you like to join us?” he asks directly to you.

What the kriffing heck did he just say? You're so taken aback that you embarrassingly bark out your response, your brain evidently getting no time to process the question, so instead if vomits out the first word it can think of: “No”.

You follow it with polite ‘thank you’s’, hoping to erase the awkward tension in the air, and the Mandalorian jetpacks off with the child leaving you to dwell on your utter stupidity.

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Chapter 2

Notes: Honestly, I hate this chapter too wow. I really spent so long trying to edit this into something I could bare to publish, but I still really hate it. I did not want to write a chapter like this, but I also needed a way to put the reader into the story and the only way I could think to do that was by using an existing episode. So here we are. But I SWEAR, after this it gets good. Like not only does the story get good, but so does my own writing (relatively) so if you just bare through this, I think you’ll enjoy the rest.

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spideymarvelws · 4 years ago

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It Was Fun While It Lasted

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A/n : this is kind of an alternate ending to endgame ig? a version where your a long lost child of thanos and Peter lost the gauntlet only to find it at the same time as you and plot ensues. Kind of the same thing with Clint and nebula but way further down in the movie. I just really wanted to write a villain reader okay leave me alone idk what im doing. also sorry for any inaccuracies i havent watched endgame is so long😭im just going off what i remember.

Summary : Despite your life on earth, your life with the avengers, you’ve always felt like something was missing. You never felt that longing to save the people of the world, their wide smiles and thanks never satisfied you like it did everyone else. That was until Thanos told you about your true past, your true purpose.

To destroy the universe.

Warnings : cursing, betrayal, (ik we should just give Peter a break, but its for the plot im sorry) just pretty angsty so you’ve been warned

Word Count : 2.8k

Heavily inspired by this and this playlist on youtube

Peter Parker x GN!Villian!Reader

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“It’s under all that ruckus,” Sam yelled through coms, flying over the fallen building he once called the avenger’s compound, “Can anyone reach?”

Peter webbed one of the aliens, using the makeshift leash to pull himself over the creature, knocking it into another one of his kind. His new spider legs retracted from his suit, helping him land gracefully on the floor quick enough to see the domino effect he just caused.

He quickly caught Sam’s words, looking up to see he was right outside the fallen building.

“I can!” he quickly said, flicking his wrist to catch on to a random flying alien, pulling it down to the floor as he took flight, landing on the top of one of the cracked walls. He swiftly searched for an opening under the rubble with the help of Karen tracking where he looked.

Suddenly a red light flashed from a cave like opening, giving him a small cheer at victory. As he crawled into the gap, some static came through his ear piece signalling that someone was about to talk.

“Good luck Kid,” Tony muttered into his ear followed by a loud blast as the comms cut off. Even with the rough cut, he could still feel the small smile making its way to his face.

Though there was a full fledged war going on that might decide whether everyone lived or not, all his young brain could think about was how cool it was to be fighting alongside every superhero he’s ever known, and more. If only he could go back to when he first got bitten, to tell his past self that at some point in the future he would be fighting alongside the avengers.

That he himself was an avenger.

It was crazy to think about. To think about how far he’s come that he was able to save the world and not just help some old lady cross the street. As thoughts continued to bloom in his head, he carefully crawled through all the debris, taking care that he didn't stick to parts that might take down the small opening.

Soon enough he found a clearing, what looked like a living room area judging from the couch covered in dust and the familiar stone pillars and plants. He detached himself from the ceiling, landing softly on the floor as he looked around the dirty room, moving away from the flickering wires that hung from the slanted ceiling.

He soon caught sight of something shiny and gold from underneath a fallen pillar. He punched his arm in the air, running to the object and carefully pulling the gauntlet out of its snug position.

“Found it,” he said into his comms, grunting as it finally released, sending him back slightly, “Coming out now,”

“I’ll meet you outside,” Tony said before cutting off once again.

Peter looked back at the opening determined, strutting towards the exit, his confidence growing with each step. A crunch of debris shook him out of his pride, making him stop in his tracks. He quickly ducked behind a piller, looking at the shadows shown on the wall opposite him with his hand ready to web whatever it was making its way into the cavern.

But as soon as he caught your silhouette standing in the shadows, he let out a deep breath, his shoulders sagging as his muscles lost the sudden tension. He stepped out from his hiding spot to greet you.

“Oh thank god it’s you,” Peter chuckled, his hand falling to his side as he adjusting the gauntlet in his hand, “I thought it was another one of those alien thingies,”

You stayed silent, standing ominously with your arms to the side, twirling your gun slowly. He couldn't see your face hidden in the shadows, only the red glow of the necklace around your neck, illuminating details of your suit on your chest. He noticed how your body shook lightly, like a bomb about to go off.

Peter chuckled nervously, tightening his hold on the glove.

“Is- is everything alright?” He said, taking careful steps towards you.

He didn't listen to the voices in his head telling him to run, to get away as fast as he could. You were his friend, his partner in crime he liked to say.

You would never hurt him.

You stayed silent a few seconds longer, the only thing proving to him that you weren't a lifeless manikin were your movements as you shifted from leg to leg. But he didn't think much of it, it was a scary time for everyone. Maybe you were just glad that he got the gauntlet and not someone from Thanos’ army. Maybe you were just glad to know he was okay after being separated.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you finally spoke up, your voice dangerously low, something he wasn't use to, “But I’m going to need you to give me that glove,”

Peter was taken back by your words, mostly still confused but also slightly worried at your words and sudden presence, “What! Why?”

“I can’t-,” you let out a harsh breath, “I can’t tell you why Peter, just give me the damn glove,”

“No, I-,” he let out a gasp when you raised your gun, aiming it directly at his chest, “Woah, woah, woah!” he held his empty hand up in defence, “What are you doing!”

“I’m getting that glove one way or another Parker,” you said harshly, your tone slashing at his heart, “So either you give it to me or i’m prying it off your dead corpse, you decide,”

Peter stayed silent, trying to process your sudden change in, well, you.

Only minutes ago, you were fighting alongside him, well what felt like minutes ago. He lost all concept of time when the army charged towards him, his main focus was getting that gauntlet away from Thanos and doing his job as an avenger.

But you were there, using the same gun pointing at him now to blast the same aliens attacking him. That was until the land beneath you detached itself, creating a small floating piece of dirt that took you up in the air, taking you away from him.

He didn't have time to follow you when he got tackled to the floor, losing sight of you as you moved to the direction of Thanos.

That's when it clicked in his head.

But before he could question anything, his senses went off as he narrowly dodged the blast of your gun. With the distraction, you took the opportunity to lunge at him, knocking him to the floor.

“What did he do to you!” he grunted, throwing up the gauntlet and webbing it to the ceiling. Before you could jump for it, he tackled you to the floor, webbing one of your hands to the ground.

“He told me the truth!” you screamed, punching him in the nose with your other hand. He webbed that hand to the floor as it tried to reach out to your gun. He kicked away the weapon, webbing the rest of your body, making sure that you were secure, unable to escape.

He didn't want to, but you were unstable, not yourself. Whatever Thanos did to you, fucked up the person he knew, the person he loved and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He was determined to get you back.

“What do you mean ‘truth’? Do you hear yourself right now!” he said in vain, his chest heaving with every breath.

You stopped struggling in the webs, making Peter question if you ever were. You only laid with a wide smile on your face that soon turned into hysterical laughter. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as you tried to catch your breath making Peter’s breath hitch.

“loud and clear Peter,” you managed to get out, your laughs calming down to little giggles.

“Then why are you doing this? Why did you attack me!”

You rolled your eyes, “You refused to give the what i wanted that’s why,”

“But why do you want it?” he said desperately, growing annoyed with your vague words.

“Why do you want to save the world?” you countered, “Because it feels good right? You feel accomplished? You feel needed, you feel useful,” you shook your head, “You feel like aching pain in your chest to do the right thing, to do what you think is right for the world” you paused, “So what’s so wrong in wanting to destroy it,”

“I save the world because it's the right thing to do Y/n,” he said seriously, disgusted that you would think of the possibility of destroying the universe, “You’re killing innocent people! You lived through those five years, you knew how devastating it was for everyone,”

“But i enjoyed it,” you cut him off, “I enjoyed watching them suffer, because- because i knew it was the right thing, what Thanos did- it was destiny. It was fate! But you fail to see that, you all fail to fucking see it!”

“See what! See what!” he shouted, trying his best to understand what you were saying because none of it was processing in his head.

“People don’t appear out of thin air Peter! I didn’t have a family or friends! I woke up in the middle of nowhere! Knowing nothing about myself and you people fucking took me in and USED me because of my skil!” you spat, “When i asked to find my real family you all denied it, you denied everything i ever said, i asked, you people did nothing for me!”

He started to back away when he noticed your hands begin to glow red, the webs around your body melting off your skin. Suddenly his hands became heavy, something cold clicking around his wrists, pulling him to his knees. He struggled, his muscles strained as he tried to break free but it was futile.

He let himself get trapped, he let himself get distracted.

What confused him more was your sudden power. You were known for your slick fighting skills and use of your guns and various weapons. Not powers that made chains burst out of the ground strong enough to withhold him even with his super strength.

Did Thanos do this to you? Is this why you turned to his side, because he gave you special abilities?

“But now, I know my true self, I know my purpose,” you continued, “I’m not a superhero Peter, maybe not by your definition. Saving all those people, using my powers for ‘good’ means nothing to me,” you stood tall over him, power surging through your veins, “cause guess what! It’s repetitive! People will always find a way to get hurt, to use people for their gain! Humans! Humans are a fucking waste of time but you all never saw that. You just saw the good not the evil,”

“Because that’s our j-”

“Because that’s our job, yes I know, but it's not,” you cut him off once more, “Who ever said that we need to protect people who can’t even help themselves? Who ever said we needed to have this responsibilities on our shoulders for something we can’t even control,” you pointed at him, “You never asked to be spiderman, sure the same can’t be the same for iron man or captain america but they choose that, we didn’t,” you sighed, “But none of you understand that, only-” you paused, “only Thanos does,”

“Is that why you're doing this? Because of something our enemy said,”

“Your enemy, not mine,” you smiled weakly, “He’s made more sense to me that any of you have, he showed me my true powers, my true self in the matter of minutes, something you all couldn't do in years,” your hands dropped to your side, “because he’s my family, he knows my true destiny the real reason why I was given my gift,” you gestured to the gauntlet, “And that’s to complete what he started, that’s why he put me on earth Peter, and I can’t let you or anyone ruin that for me,”

That’s when it clicked, “You’re his child,”

You smiled softly at his words, “I’m not a hero Peter,” your shoulder shook as you let out a tired laugh, “I’ve tried telling you this so many times but you-,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, “You just never fucking listened!”

Peter stayed silent, looking down at the floor in defeat. You knelt down in front of him, talking his jaw in your fingers to pull his face up, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“I never wanted to hurt you Peter,” you whispered, your eyes softening as you looked directly into his now dull, dirty browns.

“You already did,” he sneered, feeling no remorse for his words, “You did when you took his side, when you betrayed us, after everything we’ve fucking been through your side with a purple fucking raisin,”

You only sighed, your head dropping as you stood back up, stretching your back, “You’ll understand Peter, one day you will,” you began to walk back to the gauntlet, flicking your fingers to get rid of the webs, “To bad I won’t be there for that to happen,”

The shiny piece of metal fell softly into your hands, laying snugly in your palms. Peter watched with dread as your eyes glimmered with glee, reflecting all the colours of the stones, glowing dimly when it landed on the red one.

“How do you think it’s going to feel?” you said out loud, staring in awe at the gauntlet, “I mean I’ve felt the wrath of one stone but six?!” you chuckled, “I could only imagine what that must feel like,”

Peter only grumbled at your words, looking around for something, anything that might spark a light in his mind. That might help him to escape but he found nothing. You had the power of a fucking infinity stone running through your body, if he were to try anything you were sure to break him back down despite which stone you got your powers from. It didn't matter, you were still stronger than him in every way.

“Question is, should I put the glove on, then the stones? Or maybe the other way around? Should I do them all at once or individually,” you looked back at him with a mad grin, “The options huh?”

“You really are his child,” Peter grumbled, looking off to the side, “Sick and twisted, just like him,”

“See! You finally get it!” you said excitedly, throwing your arms in the air, “Glad to know we’re finally on the same page,” you giggled right after.

Normally it would make his heart flutter, but now it only made him sick to his stomach.

“God, It’s just-” you took a deep breath, “I’ve haven't used my powers in fear of hurting others that- that I never even cared about! I just acted like i cared cause- cause that was my job right? That’s what everyone said!” you flicked your hands at the glove, morphing it into the perfect size to fit your arm right in front of his eyes, “Now, I could explore its limits, its full power without being thrown into some tacky jail in the middle of nowhere,” You grinned, “Isn't that exciting?”

You began to take out each individual stone, keeping them floating by your ideas, your eyes flickering from each one to judge it like it was a beauty pageant.

Peter looked at you ridiculously, “No, it isn't,” he took a deep breath, “Y/n, this isn’t you,”

You chuckled, fitting the glove on your hand snuggly as you raised the six individual stones further in the air, spinning them around you, “On the contrary,” you moved the space stone to one of the slots, groaning as its power seeping into your body, “I think this is most i’ve felt like myself in a while!”

He watched in horror as you put each stone in its individual departments, your smile growing wider and wider with each one. Your body began to float off the floor, the light emitted almost blinding him at how bright it grew.

“You don’t have to do this Y/n!” Peter shouted desperately, grunting as he pulled on the chains keeping him locked to the floor, “God dammit Y/n! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

You ignored his pleas, his words void of anything to your ears.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you whispered, turning back to look at him with red glowing eyes, “But the villains just have more fun,” you cackled, breath heavy as the power of all the stones surged through your veins, making them pop with colour, “And I’m about to have the time of my life,”

With that, a bright white light filled Peter’s eyes, knocking him back against the debris, taking him out cold on the floor.

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felassan · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Dark Fortress #1

(This post is under a cut due to spoilers.)

NB, my thoughts on the first pages that came out in the preview are collected here [spoilers at link], so I won’t repeat myself.

Okay here we go :D I’ve posted up my fav panels but always want a space where I can burble at length.. (I’m late in posting this bc recently for the last few days I’ve been obsessing over politics in my country as it’s the run-up to election time.. I haven’t read anyone elses’ thoughts on it either so I could be behind on prevailing speculation or whats known or something) The preview pages ended at the panel when Aaron says “Vaea is right”, so that’s where I’m beginning.

I can’t put my finger on why but I really like the “don’t tell me I’ve had too much to drink” panel showing a Tevinter street. It’s a neat blend of “Tevinter is advanced relative to much of the rest of known Thedas, but also ominous, but also a place where people live and go about their lives, and also not going too heavy on the cyberpunk angle”. I dig the composition ‘leading’ the eye up the street and the consistency with the recently-seen DA4 materials that have red lighting in Tevinter buildings, similar building shapes etc. ig I’m pretty obsessed with the idea of the DA4 PC & party walking up streets like these.

I wonder how Aaron felt witnessing Tractus’ drunken scenes in the pub :(

Tractus’ attitude towards the barman here shows the influence and power Magisters wield in Tevinter, and the fear of them common among the mundane populace

digging the Tevinter-y motifs & design of the bartop, bar shelving etc. it feels like thought went into it

I’d watch a spinoff show or read a story where Marius and Ser Aaron have to team up in order to achieve something

Vaea is so badass and agile! I appreciate that the shot of her up high was tasteful and didn’t like, weirdly contort her body, have a weird leering angle or emphasize things in that way comic art often does for women at moments like these

so in Tevinter, lamps give off red light (seen in the bar scene). are the windowpanes themselves also red?

good thinking Vaea grabbing the staff. great sense of snappiness and motion in this panel. her landing reminds me of squirrels doing the superhero pose landing actually :)

tfw you and a dog burst out of a wardrobe

Tractus recognizing Fenris, it seems - did they encounter each other when Tractus was young, or does he just know of him (distinctive markings and all that)? if the former, I have a feeling we might get a flashback scene to that time in a future issue

cutting to look at Francesca when Tractus talks about Fenris murdering his father is GENIUS. look at the sadness on her face here; “you murdered your father” is exactly what she’s been telling herself and struggling with all this time

nice to see staff-less magic in action

Tractus seems to have drawn power from the red orb set in his staff. he reaches out to it and it responds by glowing and the staff moving, but he wasn’t doing a Jedi ‘use my Jedi powers to make my thrown lightsaber [staff] return to my hand’, as you might expect, he was instead charging up and drawing magical energy/power from it [the orb], as seen by the red light in his hand in the next panel. this reinforces my earlier wonderings that the red orb is notable and that there’s some connection between it and his red eyes. later in the panel when he’s trying to cast on the floor his eyes seem lit up (altho it could just be lighting & dramatic effect)

I wonder if Fenris thinks of Anders and Justice when Tractus says “justice”. There was once a mage in Fenris’ life who was really focused on justice..

the combat scenes are beautifully drawn, thought out and colored

Fenris’ lines here are really metal, badass and impactful. I could hear Gideon Emery’s voice in my head as I read these bits - the word choice of “hounded” helps with that I think, it immediately recalls Fenris talking with anger about how Hadriana denied his meals and hounded his sleep. they nail how Fenris speaks, the pattern and words he tends to use, etc

PHASING POWERS in action!! this is very cool to see, this ability of his didn’t get touched on much at all in DA2 outside of combat or a few scenes

I enjoy the contrast between the red and blue glows

Fenris is understandably merciless

“Perhaps if you had it carved into you” feels like foreshadowing for the ‘red wraith’

:( the reminder that the very thing Fenris struggles with feelings of hate and fear towards is carved into his skin for the rest of time and always will be

Vaea is brave to step in, standing up for what she believes is right and also re-centering focus on the critical mission at hand

;___; Autumn helping keep Tractus on the ground. she is such a good girl. she Help

“You’re lucky the mabari is here” - having Fenris in a dark light here relative to the rest of the panel is nicely symbolic

oh shit!! some plot advancement in terms of the ongoing story of the wider world. The Antaam have now reached Neromenian!! the invasion is progressing further and further into Tevinter. how far will it have come by the time of DA4? will there be an active war front not far from Minrathous? I appreciate the comics from this team a lot, here and there they push forward the ‘story of Thedas’ not just the story of the comic’s focus. also, I like that the Qunari soldiers here aren’t clones of one another but all look different. different hairstyles, sizes/bodies, clothes

love how our group work together, everyone has a strength and a role to play, the teamwork, the delegation, they’re like a DA basegame party or a D&D party

the way Fenris’ hand and arm glow in this sequence has been drawn/colored is smart - calling to mind the image of blue veins running through someone’s arm or below the skin on the backs of their hands

Fenris has surely picked up Fereldan sayings from Hawke.. stop .. my heart ;__;

the Fenris/Autumn exchange

this is so intense.. why do I get the feeling that Fenris has used this sort of torture technique before in his hunting and extermination of Danarius’ adult children campaign and/or his hunting of slavers as the BW with Shirallas campaign. it feels like he has done this sort of thing before in the time post-Kirkwall. I like that they didn’t hold back with a bit of gore here and there in this issue (phasing a hand and then solidifying it inside someone’s body, the Qunari attack portion in the street etc), while at the same time not being excessive with it.

this miniseries so far has good pacing, things moving along nicely and not being too slow or meandering

it’s smart having Tractus’ explanation of how to get in stay off-screen to the reader while we follow Francesca calling the alarm. It means we get to find out as we watch them infiltrate

omg those puncture wounds from his talons

when Fenris is about to kill Tractus after he tells him what he wanted to know, I’m strongly reminded of how he promised to let Hadriana go then killed her anyway, regardless of player choice. he has his ruthless streak and it feels like a callback. and before, when he was standing over Tractus when he was on the floor, echoes that scene in A Bitter Pill when he stands over Hadriana on the ground, who also reached for her staff

Tractus pale with bloodloss and fear

lmao @ Fran and Autumn’s faces when they walk in on this scene

Fenris listening to Vaea is nicely consistent with his character too imo - there are times in DA2 when Hawke can be like “Fenris no don’t do the Thing” and he doesn’t do the Thing

I have missed the way Fenris’ nose bridge crinkles when he’s angry

I wonder what the consequences of leaving Tractus alive will be. [tv announcer voice] FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON DARK FORTRESS

so the ritual will only take minutes to complete huh 👀

wow Neromenian has truly fallen, reeducation of the people of Tevinter continues as in Three Trees to Midnight in TN

explaining that they are speaking in Qunlat is a nice immersive touch and shows attention to detail of the lore of the world

bobbly-shoulders Qunari, Legolas hair Qunari, septum piercing Qunari, bobbly-brow Qunari, undercut Qunari. I wonder if the shoulder and brow protrusions are aspects we’ll see in the Qunaris’ latest design in DA4?

poor Tractus can’t catch a break lol. it has Not been Tractus’ day

Karasten: an infantry field commander

bit of Tevinter lampshading, lil fourth wall break with “This land and its obsession with magic. There is always a forbidden ritual with them” hhhhhh

Ringwraith on a horse moment at the end there

strong ending, can’t wait for next month weww.. 👀

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skul-the-terf-slayer · 3 years ago

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WOO lore time this is nerve wracking (everything below this line is c! not cc!)

why is he talking about withers..........

"who needs a shield when you can just STAAAAAB"

im so excited bro tubbo-techno lore is so good. animosity pogchamp

I am doing algebra while watching the stream in order to feel productive, do you feel me? do you feel the vibe?

"every where I go I see his face *insert fake crying* jk we're gonna avenge him today chat"

TUBBO!!!!!! MY LAD!!!!! MY BRO!!!! HE'S HERE BESTIE!!!

bro they're gonna go mess Eret up leave them alone they have michael 😭

"how are you fellow person with..... aligned goals"

CRYING HE WENT QUIET WHEN TCEHCNO SAID IT WAS RANBOO'S AXE IM GOING TO SCREEHC

imm losing it these mfs are laughing and im here going analysis mode and crying

TUBBO AND TECHNO AGREE THAT TUBBO HAS NOTHING AND HE LOST HIS CHILD ADN TUBBO IS IN DENIAL AND HES GONNA SPEEDRUN THE STAGES OF GRIEF AAHHAHAHAAAA

AWWW YISSSS HE'S GETTIN VENGENCE

"I feel like I owe you an apology" fuckin. hng. THEY DO NEED TO TURN OVER A NEW LEAF PLEASE PELS EPLEASE EASPLE

YES YES YES UNDERSNAD THE CYCLICAL NATURE OF REVENGE YESSSS

fuck character development Michael first priority

oh my god I am getting ANALYSIS material im so into this

EREt! TALK TO THEM!

why does Eret sound so ominous bruv. tubbo is, so desperate to get his son back

ERET WHAT THE HELL WHY DID YOU TRUST SAM IM GOING TO GRRRRR SO TRUE TUBBO.

HES HURTING MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK. HAT WHAT DGERL FSGDSL MURDERE

tubbo is so angry go you tubbo <3. fuck sam tho no offense but like full offense. give me Michael back RN.

HE'S A PRISON WARDEN ERET. PLEASE.

mans just making up random coords love that for him

tubbo :(( making sure michael isnt scared of him :(((

STOOOOP "now we've got the epic team up of tubbo and everyone who murdered tubbo"

I was waiting for tubbo to start questioning them tbh. im so happy he doesnt trust them like this is good lore shit. good analysis material.

TECHNO IS APOLOGIZING :D!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEE AND HE'S FORGIVEN

he's still mad at Eret- LMAO he's so mad this is kinda funny but Eret is apologizing <3

ayo where he comes from? they dont have multiple lives?

stop most of this vc is literally talking in bold or comic sans.

STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP "you get locked up a lot man" STOP I AM GOING TO HHNG.

SFLNSDFGNSDFSL

ayo eryn? sus.

that is a lot of liveblogging in one ask, but i'll try my best to respond to it all

1. he's talking about withers because withers deserve to be talked about

2. he's got a point y'know, a corpse can't kill you

3. i honestly enjoy people geeking out about stuff they love (unless it's hitler (ifykyk))

4. i do feel you. the vibe is being broadcast from the heart of russia to the pentagon with the force of at least 7 megatons of tnt

5. ranboo,,

6. WOOO THE BOI IS HERE!!!

7. everytime you do one of these liveblogs, i learn more names i don't know

8. that's kind of a weird way to describe murder. I think that's more how you would describe gout /ref

9. grieving still, i guess?

10. cope /s

11. hey, kind of how i did when i couldn't spell 'fingers'! :D

12. VENGENCE POGGG

13. how exactly did you manage to spell 'please' four different ways with only one of them being correct??

14. i'm having trouble 'undersnading' half the words you're saying right now

15. first priority in what exactly????

16. get that analysis bestie, you can never get enough!

17. I believe humans have been doing that since the fossil records, but go off, ig

18. 'bruv'. i think talking to me is slowly turning you british (remorseful)

19. i have no context for any of this, but i don't need it.

20. i cannot condone the murder of another human being, but the murder of pixels has no bearing on your criminal record, so take this knife and jab it into the aggressor's face

21. 'no offence but please die <3' is the energy i get from that

23. is he a good warden?

24. HOW TO GET YOUR FRIENDS LOST (NOT CLICKBAIT??(WORKING 2022!))

25. tubbo be a good boi :))

26. OOOF but lol

27. god this is reminding me of the fnaf fandom just tearing apart each game for even the tiniest little nugget of lore (no offence)

28. TECHNO HAS BEEN ACCEPTED!! POGCHAMP!

29. at least Eret tried?

30. wait, aren't they meant to have three lives each?

31. *first note of megalovania but in vibrato*

32. please, not on the carpet

33. how am i supposed to respond to a keysmash, exactly?

34. when the im- *gets nuked from orbit*

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bave-de-crapaud · 5 years ago

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Flat vs Flat: The Prank War

OH BOY! The Marauders are about to find out what pranking their neighbours really means.

Artwork by UptheHill (@upthehill on IG)

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Sirius x Reader Post Hogwarts/Older Sirius Modern-ish AU (still with magic) NSFW! 18+ Word count: 6700+ Disclaimer: All characters are assumed 18+ Warnings: CONTAINS SMUT! DO NOT read if you are under 18! —–

Y/N was standing in the front doorway of her neighbours flat, fuming. Her normal laid back appearance - somewhat masked by her glowering expression - was covered by a curious blue goo, splattered across her jeans, tee shirt, and entire head.

The three men in residence were staring back at her, barely holding in their laughter as they took in her unsurprising, at least to them, appearance. “Hullo Y/N” said James, his voice quivering trying to hold back his laughter. “What’s wrong? You look blue.” replied Sirius not holding back his laughter and setting James off. Remus, by far the most mature of his peers, managed to hold in his grin and arrange his face appropriately when Y/N flicked her eyes towards him.

She paused, then smiled a little dangerously to the group. “Oh this?” she queried, gesturing to her person. “Someone decided to set up an exploding charm in our bathroom. I seem to have taken the brunt of it.”

All three roared with laughter. Yeah laugh it up boys. Thought Y/N. Just wait for what is in store for you.

Moments before Y/N had been innocently traipsing around her flat, pondering her plans for a sunny Saturday afternoon when she was hit with yet another one of the boys’ infamous pranks. Hearing the scream, Lily, her flatmate ran in to find Y/N wiping blue goo out of her eyes and feeling around for the sink. It was a mark of how much Lily hated the guys’ pranks that she didn’t laugh at the sight of Y/N, now looking like a smurfette. Of course it was them, this had been going on longer than the several years they had been out of school. “I’m going to kill him.” Lily muttered under her breath as she waved her wand and cried ‘Scourgify’ pointing at the bulk of the mess. As Lily was a whiz at cleaning spells, on any other occasion this would have worked however both women had underestimated the length at which James, Sirius, and Remus would go for a laugh.

There was a gurgle and a whooshing noise then the splattered blue substance exploded once again, hitting Lily and more of the wall. She barely had time to turn away before it covered her side and half her front.

“AHHH FUCK! POTTER!” Lily yelled, rousing the third and final flatmate who was currently sleeping, across the hall.

“Here, water seems to be fine.” Said Y/N handing her a towel and hand wash from the sink.

“What is it…whoa!” Marlene giggled the sight of Lily, and Y/N as they turned towards her.

Immediately realising they had been at the receiving end of yet another set up by the guys next door, Marlene smirked as she raised her wand and began to summon a cleaning spell until she was yelled to stop.

“NO! NO! NO!” “THAT MAKES IT WORSE!” Cried Lily and Y/N.

“Fuck!” Exclaimed Y/N “This is getting out of hand.”

“This means payback.” Said Marlene giving Y/N a thoughtful frown.

Lily merely looked at herself in the mirror frowning at her hair.

“What if I had a date?” She cried.

Both Marlene and Y/N turned to her. “Then James would be an idiot for covering you in slime before taking you out, wouldn’t he!” Scoffed Y/N.

“Unless the date wasn’t with him…” Started Marlene.

“WHAT?” Lily cried as Y/N eyed Marlene’s excited expression

“Just hear me out here!”

And so a ruthless, merciless plan was concocted. A beautiful revenge on the three pranksters who thought they were above any rule, beginning with Y/N, knocking calmly and ominously on their front door.

————-

“What can we do for you Y/N?” Said Sirius, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Well Sirius,” she started. “May I take a shower in your bathroom?”

“A Shower?” That got him.

“Yes. Until we figure out how to fix ours, it is unusable and I am in the need of a shower.”

“You want to get in my shower?” Sirius was starting to look a little nervous here.

“Yes.” Y/N considered him for a moment. “I have a date in about, oooh, 40 minutes so I’m in a bit of a rush.”

The smile fully slipped off his face then.

“This way?” she questioned, already walking forward and pointing at his bedroom door.

“Ah yes, this way, sure, um… why don’t you want to use James’ bathroom?”

Y/N, paused in the doorway to Sirius’ room, turning back around, the boys shocked to see a smile grow wide on her face. “Well Lily will be here shortly, Sirius, she needs a shower too for her date and has specifically asked to use James’ bathroom.”

Y/N could barely contain her laughter as the looks on Sirius’ and James’ face, equally full of horror, stared back at her. This was the perfect revenge. Knowing the girls’ only had one bathroom and each of the men their own, they didn’t realise how far their prank had gone in terms of ruffling feathers and turning against them.

Inclining her head to Sirius once more Y/N did her best to look innocent before saying, “Do you have a towel I can borrow please, Sirius? I seem to have forgotten mine.”

Sirius took one look at Y/N’s retreating back, realising she wasn’t kidding and let his mouth fall open.

Confused and slightly concerned now, he turned to his roommates. Y/N was being far too calm, and this date of hers? No, he didn’t like that at all.

“Better go get one for her, mate.” Said James who was no longer laughing. The thought of Lily going on a date, wiped the hilarity right out of him.

Sirius followed Y/N into his room, and noticed the door to his bathroom was ajar. Say something! His brain urged him.

“Y/N ah, I’m sorry…I didn’t know you…um” He ran his hands down the sides of his jaw before rubbing them together in front of him. “I didn’t realise you were going on a date.”

“Thanks, Sirius. Do you have a towel?”

“Ah yes, here.” Sirius gabbed a fresh towel from his bottom drawer and walked back over to the bathroom door, not quite knowing how to proceed.

“Should I leave it out here for…” His sentence was cut short as Y/N came into view, opening the door wider. She had started to undress and was barely clothed, standing in a red bra, jeans undone; her red lacy underwear peeking out. A dazzling smile covered her features as she took the towel from him, brushing his hand in the process and saying brightly “Thanks Sirius,” before closing the door, leaving him with his mouth hanging open on the other side.

Sirius’ heart was beating fast. Fuck me that lingerie! Her figure, still covered in blue was no longer making him laugh. He exhaled a shaky breath and slowly gathered himself, breathing deep.

He was still standing in front of the door when he heard the sound of his shower turn on and the curtain pull shut. He didn’t know what to do. On the other side of this flimsy square of plywood was the object of his affections. Naked.

Sirius may come across as untouchable yes, but only he and his flatmates knew just how touchable he wanted to be for Y/N. He had noticed her ever since 5th year in Hogwarts but was such a berk he hadn’t said anything to her about his feelings and now thinking about it, this prank was not serving to change that view of him in her eyes.

After Hogwarts, Sirius slowly fell further and further in lust, and love with Y/N. He spent quite a bit of time with her. Being neighbours, they were often at each others’ flats and since James had been making headway with Lily’s affection, Y/N was in Sirius’ world a lot of the time. James was going to kill him for this prank idea. It was mainly his brainchild and if he admitted it to himself it was largely to interact more with Y/N.

Y/N was shaking with adrenaline as she undressed herself fully and stepped in the shower. Marlene’s revenge plan was clear and simple: Seduce. Torment. Have fun. Marlene had been looking for an excuse to try and hook up with Remus for ages. Remus wouldn’t say anything but Y/N knew he fancied Marlene, at least enough for a fling and she definitely would be down for that. Marlene was a goodtime girl and more than once she had mentioned that she’d heard things about the size of his nether region. Y/N knew that revenge was sweet, but trust Marlene to couple it with a side of hot sex. They all knew James was head over heels for Lily and therefore would be panicking about the thought of her going on date without him. No effort was really needed by Lily for her part and then there was Sirius…

“Why do you want me to be paired with Sirius again?” Y/N had asked her as they workshopped the logistics of their plan.

“Because, Y/N,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “I’ve got James and Marls obviously wants a go at Remus, leaving Sirius for you.”

“Yes I got that, Lily!” replied Y/N slightly annoyed. “But Marly, you’re the queen of seduction - you break hearts everyday! Sirius is possibly going to be the hardest of the three to crack. Don’t you think he won’t be bothered much by my part?”

“No I don’t.” Said Marlene confidently as Lily hummed.

“Break hearts everyday, yes you d…”

“I don’t think he won’t be bothered by you.” Marlene cut you off.

Y/N thought about what Marlene had said as she lathered herself generously in Sirius’ soap. She was not unobservant and had recognised the quiet jabs from her friends about her getting it on with Sirius over the years. In all honesty, she wouldn’t be opposed to the idea even if it was only for a fling - just to experience what it was like to be pressed up against him would be amazing however she wasn’t sure that was a wise idea for their friendship or her heart.

Y/N had nursed a small crush on Sirius for as long as she could remember. She never did anything about it as he was just so damn cool and unattainable. Or so she thought. Sirius got many girls, even though he never seemed to look for a partner and he never led anyone on to believe he wanted a relationship. From what Y/N had seen and heard, women wanting flings and brief encounters were the majority of the people he went out with. Not realising there was a reason behind that, she assumed the guy didn’t like commitment and all he was committed to was his friends.

She had missed the smug smile on Marlene’s face as the three of them gathered what they needed for their prank and organised it into bags. Marlene didn’t know about Y/N’s secret crush, she had an inkling but it was Sirius she was thinking about while pairing him with her friend. She was always curious about why he never wanted a relationship. Sure there is nothing wrong with that, Marlene herself, preferred the single lifestyle right now but when she tried to talk to him about it she got the distinct impression that one night stands and quick flings didn’t seem to make him happy.

This was confirmed as she sat with Y/N on the floor of the boys flat, sharing pizza one Friday night. James was giving Sirius a hard time for never having a girlfriend and why he didn’t commit.

“He just hasn’t found the right girl yet.” said Lily.

“Or maybe he has and she doesn’t want him!” James laughed missing the warning look from Sirius.

“James…” uttered Remus softly, quieting his friend.

James looked around the room and quickly tried to change the subject. Y/N stared at him, wondering what that was. Had he touched a nerve?

Marlene, also picking up James’ the faux pas, instead, looked at Sirius. As she got his attention she looked pointedly at Y/N and then back at him again. Marlene’s suspicions were confirmed as Sirius’ eyes widened and he merely stared back at her pleadingly, shaking his head. She said nothing, giving him a quick nod and returning to her pizza before anyone had noticed their exchange.

It was this interaction that gave Marlene extra motivation to pair Y/N with Sirius. If what she had suspected for a while now didn’t work out like she thought it would, then at least the girls would teach him a lesson about mucking with their bathroom.

—–

Sirius was still collecting his thoughts when Lily arrived, also covered in blue but not quite as bad as Y/N. Her general demeanour was one of business as she burst in, nodded to Remus, and looked straight at James stating, “bathroom?” It was a command. James jumped up and rushed to show her the way to his en suite, noticing she too had not bought a towel.

As James walked back into the lounge, Sirius emerged from his room dazed and looking like he had been slapped in the face. Remus, who despite the obvious conundrum his friends were under was finding this turn of events rather amusing.

“Mate!?” Sirius started, helplessly to James. Hearing James’ shower going and pointing at the door, “Is Lily in there?” James nodded excitedly. “I..ah…Y/N in my shower!” They momentarily looked gleefully at each other until Remus brought them back to reality. “You do realise you both have the girls of your dreams, getting ready in your bathrooms for dates with other dudes?”

That sobered Sirius and James up quick smart. James looked at Remus horrified as Sirius ran both hands through his hair clenching his jaw.

Before either of them could reply, Marlene walked through the door carrying three bags, dumping two unceremoniously at Remus’ feet.

“Hi boys!” She beamed brightly. I’m sure Y/N and Lily have told you the situation, I need a shower too - Remus is your bathroom free?” Before he could even surmise an answer she was pointing at each of the bags indicating which one was for Y/N and which for Lily, despatching Sirius and James to deliver these to their owners and swaying her hips off to Remus’ room. A beeline being made to his bathroom.

Remus’ previously smug grin was long gone, he now looked nervously at Marlene’s disappearing back and then back at the boys.

Grins and obvious looks of “ha ha” were showing on James’ and Sirius’ faces. Before they could laugh however he indicated to the bags, wordlessly and moodily suggesting they should do something with them while he got Marlene a towel and prepared himself for having his walking, talking wet dream, naked in his shower.

Sirius re entered his room and noted that the sound of running water had stopped. He tentatively knocked on the door, “Y/N I have your change of clothes.” “Just a minute!” was answered back.

More thoughts of her, centimeters away naked, wet, and just out of reach flashed through his mind

He grunted as he adjusted his pants, feeling the front getting rather tight. He had chanced a look inside the bag revealing her outfit and it did not make him any happier. It was gorgeous, sure but also short, tight, and not for him. She had gone with a beige bodycon thinly strapped short dress with high black heels. Paired with a light flowing trench coat, it was the perfect outfit for a summer’s evening when one wanted to show off and look sexy.

Opening the door Sirius saw a towel-clad beauty, wet hair dripping down her shoulders and cleavage.

His eyes grew wide and his brain stopped working. He had seen partners far more naked before but for some reason, the sight of her like this rendered him speechless.

Thanking him for the bag Y/N closed the door again and got dressed. A quick spell with her wand effectively drying and styling her hair to fall down in soft waves. She pulled out her purse and began to apply makeup, thinking about Sirius’ reaction while she blended her eyeshadow.

If she didn’t know any better, she would almost suggest that Sirius was affected by her. The look on his face, one of shock and potentially arousal, surprised and excited her. It was at this point Y/N smiled knowing the payback was complete, yet feeling competitive and wanting to one-up him, she concluded just a little more teasing would be necessary. A devious smile played on her face as she thought this through, it wasn’t really necessary but it would be oh so good.

Finally ready, squaring her shoulders and letting out a breathy chuckle, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh and sultry.

Sirius wasn’t in the lounge when she returned. James was standing very close to his bedroom door, itching slightly and Remus was pacing in the kitchen.

So far so good, she smiled evilly to herself.

“Have a good night guys!” Y/N called cheerfully. As she exited out the front door she ran into Sirius, smoking a cigarette on the front porch.

He dropped his hand slowly as he watched her closing the door and let out a breath of smoke as he took in her outfit.

It was indeed what he was afraid of. She looked stunning. A slight summer tan evident on her legs which were on far more display than he had ever seen them. Hair falling over her shoulder just asking to be tugged gently. Her eyes sparkled framed by dark lashes. And her lips. He was a sucker for red and the colour on that plump mouth made him think of her red underwear again.

Y/N was looking at him confused. Oh shit she was talking to him and he hadn’t paid attention!

“Can you help me?” Four words he caught.

“Sorry, Y/N,” he rasped and cleared his throat. “Sorry, say again?”

She walked over to him, far too close for a normal conversation, looked him straight in the eyes and said. “Sirius, will you do me?”

WHAT! Alarm bells were ringing in his ears as she turned around, dropped her coat and patted over her shoulder looking at him. The next word out of her mouth confused him. “…up?” Huh? He shook his head, focusing in front of him to a zip undone on the back of her dress.

Oh! She wanted him to do her UP! Was that pause on purpose? Realising he was standing looking at her smooth back, not doing anything he quickly grasped the zip; placed sinfully low on her back and pulled up. He soon realised he needed to create a bit of resistance on the fabric in order to close the zip and gulped as he placed his other hand on the curve where the top of her bum met her lower back.

It was over far too quickly and soon Y/N was turning back around smiling at him. “How do I look?” Curves excellently highlighted by the cupping of her outfit. The almost impossible smooth lines of her dress made him want to run his hands up and down her sides.

“Great” he rasped out.

“Thanks Sirius!” giving him a bright smile and one final look, she floated down the stairs and turned left onto the street.

“Wait!” She heard him call out “Don’t you want your coat?”

Sirius had just noticed the coat crumpled on the front porch realising she hadn’t put it back on.

“Nah! Y/N called back cheerfully, “I’m only going down the road!” Then she turned on her heel again and walked down the street.

Something was stirring in Sirius’ head. She wasn’t wearing a bra… He had just clocked this as he did up her dress. Continuing to watch her, as she walked further and further away he wondered what “down the road meant.” Surely the only date-worthy place was their local pub and it certainly wasn’t first date worthy? His suspicions were confirmed when he saw a figure in the distance, looking like Y/N, cross the road and go through a door that was absolutely the door to their local pub.

As he thought about this, Lily emerged from the door in an equally revealing dress and heels, James running after her; “don’t you want me to call you a taxi Lily?”

“No thanks James, I’m not going far!” Nodding to Sirius, Lily walked swiftly down the steps and also turned to the left.

Sirius finished his cigarette watching Lily. Surely not he pondered to himself again, but no sooner had he thought that, Lily too crossed the road, entering through the same door: the local pub.

Wait a second here. Were they double dating?

He walked back inside thinking. Both James and Remus were still on their feet, they turned to look at Sirius. “Did you know both Lily and Y/N have walked into The Drunken Doxy for their dates?”

“What?” two pairs of questions hung in the air as Remus’ door opened and all three looked at Marlene standing in a strappy black dress and boots.

“Thank you for the shower lads - I hope this has served to teach you not to mess with a girls bathroom again?!” She looked strictly at them, her scowl losing potency with the twinkle in her eyes.

As she made to walk out the door, Remus called out, “do you need a lift? Where are you going?”

She turned, hand on the doorknob, “No thanks Rem, I’m just going to the local!” And with a wink and a flick of her hair she was gone.

All three men looked at each other, there was a beat and then at once they jumped into action.

“Shower, shave, dress!” instructed Remus

“Ten minutes!” Called James.

Thinking of Y/N naked in his shower again; “…..better make it 20!” Said Sirius.

Sirius rushed into his bathroom, stripping off, and jumping in the shower. He shuddered, as the warm water hit his body. Grabbing whatever was in sight, Sirius washed himself. Soap suds running down his hard chest and lean legs. The water massaging his head felt wonderful and he started thinking of Y/N, becoming turned on. Nope! No time for that.

He shook water out of his hair and reached for a towel. As his hand landed on the hook, he froze - hanging innocently where his towel usually was, were the pair of lacy red underwear Y/N had been wearing earlier. Sirius nearly stumbled out of the shower. Y/N is not wearing any knickers!

Oh Godric fuck! Picking up the lace, knowing it had been on her body minutes before, next to her most intimate part Sirius couldn’t help himself, he held it up to his face and inhaled deeply. Her scent, lingering lightly on the fabric smelt musky and arousing. His erection was hurting at this point and not likely to go away anytime soon. Sirius grasped himself and stroked, feeling delicious sensations throughout his body. Free hand still wrapped in Y/N’s underwear he leant on the side of the shower wall and closed his eyes. Picking up his pace as he thought of Y/N, her body, wet and dripping in his shower moments ago. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands under that tight dress and flick her nipples. He groaned out loud at the thought of dropping to his knees in front of her to tug her dress up and lick her clit.

Hand pumping faster and faster, more thoughts of Y/N, her body pressed against his, the feel of her, the touch of her, what it would be like to be inside her. As his mind vividly created an image of her lying before him telling him she wanted him seconds before he entered her, he gave one final moan and came.

—–

“You took your time!” James was almost chomping at the bit waiting.

“Couldn’t find my hair gel.” Said Sirius with a slight grin.

“Ok, keys, wallet, let’s go!” Remus called firmly, pushing both men out the door and closing it behind him.

—

Over at The Drunken Doxy, the girls were sitting on stools around the corner of the bar sipping a wine each.

“Do you think they’ll figure it out?” Said Y/N?

“Who knows?” Replied Lily “Either way we will have a good night.”

“Yes we will!” Exclaimed Marlene pointing at the main door.

There they were. Standing at the entrance way looking handsome and well dressed, Sirius, Remus, and James glanced around the room searching. Sirius spotted the girls first and he locked eyes with Y/N. Suddenly, she felt nervous as he began to walk over. He looked nowhere else but at her giving her an almost predatory stare as he moved forward.

Gosh he looks good. Thought Y/N as he reached her and smiled, “Hi” She said almost shyly.

He paused, then gave her a cheeky smirk. ”You, my lady, are one hell of a good prankster! I’m so sorry I’m late, would you like a drink?”

Marlene was right, it was a very good night. Y/N spent the majority of it talking with Sirius. He was strangely flirty, touching her often. He had never done that before.

Sirius was beside himself. He felt invincible, Y/N gave him all her attention for once, not dipping out when other women approached him, acting convincingly like he was hers. Before tonight, he never thought she would be interested but he still wasn’t sure, perhaps she just played her part for the girls’ revenge?

Soon, too soon it was midnight. Lily and James had gone back to her flat while Marlene and Remus had both ventured further into town to party some more.

Before she had left, Lily asked Y/N to pick up their things from the boys flat - not trusting the men to leave their clothes alone and prank free.

Though Y/N rolled her eyes at Lily when she asked, she was secretly glad to have a reason to go home with Sirius. Even if it was just for five minutes.

Sirius draped her shoulders in his jacket as they walked home. He was quiet, letting Y/N steer the conversation not knowing he was wrestling an internal battle. Did he lay his feelings on the line for her? Risk causing awkwardness in the friendship? Was he even good enough for Y/N? A large part of him believed, no.

“Would you like a cup of coffee, Y/N?” Sirius stood in his kitchen, hands in his pockets watching her gather the girls’ things from around his flat. It was such a clichéd line, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh through her smile. To his credit he chuckled too, shaking his head as he bit his lip still looking at her. The words were bubbling up his throat, pounding from his chest to his lips to be let out, yet he stood silent, watching her realising she must know how he feels but yet still reticent to say anything.

Y/N couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. Merlin, he is handsome. Being with him tonight had only reinforced her feelings for him. Perhaps this was more than a crush. It had gone on for so long. Y/N was largely a happy, laid back person who didn’t want to push her luck so she had settled for being his friend. However, tonight she was forced to think about being with him and what that would be like, for more than one night.

She had finally come to the conclusion that Sirius embodied everything she wanted in a partner, strong, intelligent, good, loyal, fun, and a little naughty. She had just never pursued it any further as it seemed from the outside that he only did flings. Furthermore, Y/N had always been certain that Sirius went after what he wanted, if he was interested he would have done something about it.

Moving to help her gather her friends’ belongings, Sirius quietly uttered; “I had a great time tonight Y/N. I would apologise for the prank but I enjoyed the pay back a lot.” He gave a devilish grin as Y/N felt tingly all of a sudden.

His smile dropped slightly as he added, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me for the evening though, I know there are better people you could have spent your time with.”

Though he tried to laugh as he said it, Y/N frowned. “Is that how you really feel Sirius?” He didn’t answer, he didn’t need to. Y/N had seen this side of him at Hogwarts, his worry that he was unloveable as proven by his parents but never did she imagine it had spilled into his friendships.

“Don’t…don’t say that Sirius. You are actually one of my favourite people.”

“I am?”

“Yes, of course!” Y/N looked at him confused. “Pranks aside, you’re pretty great, you should tell yourself that more often.”

Sirius said nothing but continued to stare at Y/N in amazement. Now was the time to tell her, he could feel the words forming in his mouth, and just as he opened it, Y/N broke the silence, “Um, I’ll just…” Pointing to his room, she gestured a query of entry.

“Yeah, ah yeah sure, your clothes.” He followed her into his room.

Sirius’ brain was working fast. Did she mean that? Favourite person! Come on, just tell her!

Y/N was quietly putting two and two together as she entered his bathroom. Maybe there was something there but he felt like he couldn’t chase it. Had they both been operating on a series of miscommunications and assumptions? He never had a partner, he only had flings, she wasn’t one of them but had he tried and she didn’t notice? He only went home with people after she had left for the night or moved to talk to her other friends and he had ditched potential dates when she came round. All this time Y/N thought she was doing well not to overstay her welcome in his presence but was she actually pushing him away? No! That’s too easy.

“Is he really bothered by me?” Y//N mumbled under her breath. She didn’t want the night to end unless kissing him was scheduled for the end of the night then she wanted the end to come right now.

Feeling more alive and scared in a long time, Y/N continued to collect her belongings, she had embarrassingly flung all around Sirius’ bathroom. Could I kiss him? Should I? No! Yes?

As she was gathering up her jeans from his laundry hamper, fighting her own internal battle, she noticed that her red lacy thong was not hanging on the towel hook but folded neatly on the side of the sink, looking like they were placed with the utmost care. Y/N’s eyes lit up with knowing. He was affected by it! By me! Should I kiss him now? Yes! Definitely yes!

Dropping everything she had collected. Y/N strode out of the bathroom. Sirius, hovering by his bedroom door still, cocked an eyebrow at her, “Y/N did you not find…mmmfph” his question was lost as she stalked confidently towards him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion she could muster.

He only took a second to react. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her close as if he was afraid this sudden arrival of contact would just as quickly depart.

“Sirius I…” she whispered breathlessly only to be rendered speechless by him cupping the sides of her face, his eyes blown with lust and something else as he continued to kiss her deeply.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Y/N.” He said in between kisses. “Wanted you, liked you….” there was a pause as he breathed deep and uttered, “loved you.”

He looked at her again, her head in his hands, searching for the flicker of emotion that would tell him she might feel the same.

When he saw Y/N’s pupils dilate, and she began to give him a breathtaking smile he was overjoyed. He had battled with these feelings for years, growing stronger after every moment she was in his presence.

“Will you stay with me? Even just for tonight?” he asked, as his hands roamed her body and he feathered his lips across her jaw, down to her neck. His stubble tickling her skin and sending thrills up her legs.

He was good with his hands, the rumours were not wrong. Suddenly feeling exposed, irrational thoughts of being just another notch on his belt flared up and Y/N faltered.

“You’re the one, Y/N” Sirius breathed, as if sensing her deliberation of his intentions.

Relief washed over her. An affirmative “mmmm” was all she was able to get out. Being pressed up against the real thing was far out performing her expectations. He knew what he was doing.

“I want you Sirius, I have for a long long time.” she groaned wantonly unbuttoning his fly and palming his erection.

That did it for him. He spun her around, bent down still making contact with her lips to lift her up and press her against his closed door.

The momentary knock of her back against the hardwood caused him to flinch and a concerned look took over his features. Had he hurt her in his haste?

No, he realised, he had awoken a desperate rough streak and she ripped his shirt open, clawing at him to get closer.

Legs wrapped around his waist, both rushing, not getting their want satiated fast enough, he was frantically pushing her dress up, as she pulled his hair and squeezed him closer. Sirius had monetarily forgotten Y/N wasn’t wearing any underwear which was surprising as that thought had tormented him all night.

The brush of his fingers against her folds elicited a deep moan from within him.

“Oh God, Y/N.”

She squirmed at his touch, she was far too wet for this early on in the foreplay, knowing there was more to come but wanting him to fill her up immediately.

Sirius was exploding inside. The love and lust he held for Y/N for so long had finally found an outlet and it was building to an exquisite crescendo. Her wetness on his fingers, just about bought him to his knees. How could such a woman want to be with him? He momentarily started to feel insecure again then remembering her words from earlier, his heart squeezed.

Just because people found him good looking didn’t mean he believed them to be pure of intentions. Most women just wanted him for his outer looks and when he tried to dip his toe in connection and get deeper, it didn’t go too well. It wasn’t their fault - he gave off the air of a no strings attached lover but on the few times when he searched for more that threw them and caused a multitude of awkwardness.

Y/N however knew him well, too well if you asked him. She knew all his faults and had witnessed his worst behaviour yet she still wanted to spend time with him. Just the night with him? He hoped it was more than that however there was no way he would stop giving her what she wanted as long as she asked for it even if it was for one night. He couldn’t believe the way she was turning him on. He could feel drops of pre-cum damping his underwear and he hadn’t even let himself touch her like that yet.

He was so caught in the taste of her lips and what she was doing to him with her tongue, that he hadn’t realised she had reached down, freed his erection from his pants and pressed herself against him.

“Oh god.” This woman!

Y/N kissed him feverishly wrapping her arms tightly around his broad shoulders and slightly squeezing herself up and down. The friction caused by this action had him tilt his head back, eyes rolling into the top of his skull. Y/N took this opportunity to bite his neck, tasting his skin and smelling his cologne - her favourite scent to date. “Take me Sirius.” She purred.

He needed no more encouragement. One arm still holding her legs around him, back pushed against the wall he moved his cock so it was positioned against her entrance. One more look in her eyes to make sure. She bit her lip smiling at him titling her hips so the tip of his cock pushed through her entrance, and he moved. Slowly savouring every millimetre enveloped by her walls. Sirius’ mouth was open and his eyes were closed shut. He groaned, resting his forehead against hers. “Y/N..” was all he could whisper.

God he felt divine. His girth and length touched all of her.

Contrary to the frenzied rushing and grasping at each other in the beginning, Sirius’ thrusts were long and slow. He moved flawlessly, filling her up and snapping his hips with a flick when he was fully submerged, The kissing, the holding her up, the amazing feeling of being pressed against a wall and Sirius’ muscular chest as he thrust up into her was sending Y/N flying. His thrusts got faster, his breathing became heavier and he pressed into her harder moaning her name in her ear. Fuck he felt good. He seemed to know where she needed to be hit and his hips moved with incredible rhythm. He was kissing her all over, biting her neck, continually groaning her name. “God you feel. So. Good. Y/N” he cried at one point, highlighting each snap of his pelvis with his words.

When Y/N squeezed her walls around him and started to roll up to meet him he began to lose it.

Wrapping one hand around her back he moved away from the wall and lay her on the edge of his bed. Kneeling on the floor he found a perfect angle to hit her in the most electric spot while teasing her clit at the same time. He held one leg up and let her other find traction, curled down against the side of the bed.

“Harder, please.” She groaned. He obliged and focused his thrusts more strongly, hitting a sweet spot inside her harder and harder. Sweat was trickling down the part of his chest on show from his open shirt.

He was building her to a climax. Y/N felt her breathing quicken and a blooming wave rise inside her. Just as he whispered; “Y/N I’m not going to last much longer, you feel so good, can I do anything more to get you there?” She broke. Waves of pleasure washed over her, a tsunami of exquisite sparks flicked up and down her body. Her closed eyes, open mouth, and moaning of his name “yes Sirius, YES!” She arched up, while one hand fisted the covers and the other squeezed his hand. It was too intense for him. He came, and he came and just when he thought it was over another climax in him was building. “What that the?” he exhaled confused, “Oh my god” she moved her hips up to him and back and he climaxed again. He had heard of this happening but dismissed it as an urban legend.

Sparks popping in front of his face, Sirius felt time stop. Utterly spent, sweating, and catching his breath he let go of her leg, gently placed it down and leaned over her, still joined at the base. Arms either side of Y/N’s head he shook himself.

Seeing him shake spots from his eyes, watching as his breathing calmed down with her, and feeling the love from this man swelled her heart. She hadn’t told him but she thought she loved him too.

He opened his eyes when she placed her hand gently on his cheek, smiling serenely up at him.

“Stay.” He asked, meaning more than just the night

“Ok.” She nodded, meaning more than just the night.

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ngc ramblings part 3- chapter 5

here we are at part 3!!! sorry this one took so long, i originally was gonna make this post include entropy and extus (along with finally talking about face in depth) but it was so fuckin long that im splitting it into 2 different posts! the next part isnt done yet but im like almost halfway done so it shouldnt be too much longer until its out! also before we get into this one:

tw for: death, animal death, and suicide. pls take care of urself and don't read this if those things are triggering for u <3

ok lets get on with the post

at the start of entropy zach doesnt waste any time getting right to the point. this place is bigger than the other planets so far, and zach says the music this time around is a melody that “started out normal but then got distorted” played by a violin sounding instrument. even tho i do sometimes forget that this is supposed to be a creepypasta im not surprised that he said it made him feel depressed and unnerved lmao. anyways, this planet has all new level types in it!! no reused ones!! ok now this is epic. the bosses this time around are megalon, battra, and mechagodzilla, but itll be a good while before we get to those guys because this chapter is long as hell holy shit?? buckle up babez <33 now, before i get into the meat of things as usual im gonna talk abt the planet name! entropy basically means “a lack of order/predictability or a gradual decline into disorder” and that's very accurate to this part of the story. at this point, red is pissed off and is getting desperate, which means from here on out things are going to be getting more intense and more unstable. this world is the turning point in the overall story, basically.

now with that out of the way, zach first goes to the worlds quiz level as usual! this time something was different. usually, in the quiz levels there would be goofy ass music playin in the bg (specifically the GH1D0RA cheat music, if you wanna like listen to it ig?) but from here on out its been replaced by the music from the games password screen, which zach called creepy earlier on in the pasta. im gonna glaze over the quiz again this time, but when we get to the next planet ill talk about all of the quizzes in depth all at once. basically all you need to know for now abt what happens here is face asks “do you like mothra?” and when zach picks no (after going on a tangent abt how mothra sucks lmao,, bro i swear im good at the game my controllers just messed up /s), face enters bastard mode and goes “TOO BAD!” and boom now zach cant play as anyone but mothra. zach is pissed for now but little does he know this is just going to become an even more epic gamer bc of this,, youll never get better at something if you never try and all that.

after that, zach moves on to the first level type- the forest. immediately zach gets an eerie feeling from this level bc he has some kinda fear involving forests at night (i can think of a reason why but ill have to talk abt that later just to be sure). hes also not feelin great about being forced to play as mothra, so the pressure of it all is def starting to get to him by now. the music in the forest is woodwinds followed by slow, rhythmic drums and chiming bells. must have been some ominous woodwinds and bells bc it made him feel like he was intruding somewhere he shouldnt be (oh rlly?? u dont say,, everything up until now has been fine /s). getting into the level itself, eventually zach comes across some weird deer-like monsters just vibing and scares them away when he gets close. later in the level he finds more of these weird deer along with a sloth-like creature on some of the trees and some raptor dudes killing some of the deer. zach shoots one of the raptors but thats about it. nothing really happened in this level but zach noted that he didnt feel like he was playing a video game, but instead it felt more like he was exploring a forest in another dimension. thats interesting for reasons ill ~get to later~ (yall must be so tired of hearing that by now omg,, i know im tired of saying it at least. i was gonna wait until after replay to talk about things but i severely underestimated how long this whole project would be, so i might make a post for the “more on that later” stuff before i get into replay. let me know what u think i should do).

anyways, the next thing zach checks out is the first tv screen level so far. these levels just play an animation with some music in the background, and theres a different animation per level. this time around the animation is of a kid with a beaver(?) head licking a lollipop and the music is the GH1D0RA music that the quiz levels used to use. the only thing of note here is that zach says he had a shirt that looked just like that when he was a kid. after that, were off to some of the weirdest fuckin levels in this whole thing imo- the hourglass levels. these levels have an entirely brown color palette, with grandfather clocks standing in the background (the level appears to be in like a hallway or something) and various time measuring things floating in the air. the music is the same as the board (ig cosby just didnt feel like thinking of what theme this place would have lol). after a little bit zach was rlly happy to see actual enemies from the normal game show up! these are basically like aircraft, tanks, etc. thats not the main attraction here tho, bc this level has its own unique mechanic! this mechanic is the colored hourglass items you can pick up. there are three of them, a blue one that slows time down and makes enemies from the past appear, a red one that speeds up time and makes enemies from the future appear, and a green one that made the time flow normally and spawned enemies from the normal game. zach found the blue one first, which caused a bunch of prehistoric enemies based on real animals to show up. after that he found a green one and fought normal enemies again, and then he found a red hourglass. the future enemies here look like aliens to me, and zach says that one enemy reminds him of something he saw in a book once. eventually, a special future creature showed up and zach was suddenly in a boss battle! or a mini boss battle? that description is probably more accurate. this guy doesnt have a face, and he can only attack by shooting a beam from his face, it sure does look cool! after zach beat it tho, he was off to the next level type, which is basically a toxic waste dump.

zach called it grungy and inhospitable, with the music being a synth ambient loop that made him feel dizzy while he listened to it. this is important because this is the first instance of the game making zach feel something *physically*, not just psychologically. all of the enemies here are mutated to some degree, with him first seeing green mummies with bird skulls coming out from vats of toxic slutch and a brownish cow skeleton monster with spider legs. later zach comes across a deer from the woods, drinking some toxic slutch (delinchous). zach got close to it to try making it stopped but suddenly some enemies came out of nowhere and scared it into running right off a ledge and into the slutch. rip :pensive:. after that zach found more mutated enemies (i.e some things with tentacles and some other deformed thing with human teeth) before he finally gets to the end of the level, where theres another miniboss waiting for him!! this ones a toxic sludge monster with a whale skull who attacks with a mouth projectile and by charging into you. the monster sank into the slutch and thats all for this level babeyy!

the next level is another forest, but this time its winter! its still at night, but this time zach doesnt feel off put, which he mostly attributes to the music. he describes it as a gentle, calm song that almost sounded romantic. the entire first segment of this level had no enemies in it, but dw this level is interesting i swear. the next segment starts out just as empty as the last one, but this time its silent. that is, until the music from “unforgiving cold” starts playing. yaa you remember that place!! i think i said it was less interesting than i remembered but its interesting again now bc it was foreshadowing these levels!! anyways soon after the music started up, zach started to come across tons of frozen bodies of the deer from earlier. some were mutilated, some werent, but they were all frozen and covered in snow. eventually zach does come across something living though, a sloth creature from earlier! its just vibing when suddenly the winter versions of the raptors from earlier rush in and fuckin obliterate the sloth thing. those things just blindly try killing everything in sight, and even start fighting themselves before zach finally gets to the last part of the level.

now this is where shit starts to get crayzay. this part opens up to a big empty field with a full moon and the nice music from earlier back. despite the nice music tho, zach immediately starts feeling dread and eventually he finds a lake. the lake comes down from the sky and starts to crack like an egg, a humanoid figure curled up in the fetus position dropping into the lake below and the moon halves disintegrated. this spawned the moon beast, the hardest challenge zachs had to deal with so far. after he finally defeats it, the screen goes to black and the name “melissa” is on screen, written in red. after that, the screen then says kys. the word kill then fills up the screen, layering over itself until it forms a picture of reds face. its now that we finally get to hear abt the whole melissa thing (which makes it sound like shes been mentioned in the pasta before this but thats not what i mean lmao). to summarize, zach had a middle school gf named melissa (also bro middle school?? wadda hell) who often went into “episodes” where she would stare off, expressionless, before trembling and putting her face in her hands. she and zach hung out in a field at night a lot but one night she just stared at the moon the whole time before running into traffic and dying.

NOW its finally later!!! were not done with entropy yet, but this is the end of part one of entropy so i wanna just take a little break to talk about things so far. this planet is FULL of symbolism and foreshadowing. to start off, i think a lot of the questions face asks at the beginning foreshadow things that happen. some examples are “is time slipping though your fingers?” which could allude to the time levels, “do you have any regrets?” which i think obviously foreshadows the whole melissa thing, “is it safe to go out at night?” and “do you find it hard to sleep at night?” both follow the same kinda theme, which i think relates to how the melissa incident happened at night, specifically out at night. i dont think the forest levels have anything too important in them, other than to introduce the presence of an innocent, harmless creature that doesnt deserve what happens to it later (aka the deer things) which might symbolize melissa. more evidence for this symbolizing melissa comes from the encounter with the deer in the toxic dump and the winter forest, where in the former zach tries to stop it from hurting itself but is too late, being forced to watch it die, and in the latter the same innocent thing from earlier is found dead close to where the real incident took place. the two big themes to keep in mind here are death and time, more specifically the past. most of the enemies here are either made from bones or kill other enemies, there's a dedicated time level referencing things that zach remembers seeing at one point (aka that one alien zach recognized), the beaver head had the same shirt as child zach did, it all connects to zachs past and the death of melissa. as for the moon beast, its the most obvious reference for reasons ive already explained. i dont really know what the moon cracking open and dropping a curled up human into the lake could mean other than some other thing melissa related, but i *do* think that the fact that the moon beast is the most difficult thing zach has faced so far is symbolic of the fact that the trauma from this event has followed him throughout his entire life, and its something he struggles with daily. it could even be the reason why he said no when face asked if he could sleep easily at night. the moon beast also has some black fur around its neck, which i think is meant to represent a tire track, referencing and/or mocking the way melissa died.

its so cool how this entire part of the story builds up to and foreshadows the bomb it drops at the end of the part, giving people something to look back on. a lot of ppl say that as soon as the melissa stuff gets introduced the story goes down in quality, and i do somewhat agree with that sentiment, especially if they want the story to actually be scary, but i think the direction the story goes from this point on is so unique and cool. it does follow the whole “theres a ghost in the game” troupe (even tho it was probably seen as a spin on that originally) but it doesnt do the same cliches as so many other gaming creepypastas do and it really takes the concept and makes it its own. i just think its neat,,,

anyways im done gushing abt this story, lets get on with part 2 of extus!! basically zach has a fuckin panic attack and, after taking a few minutes to calm himself down when its over, he decides that he has to finish the game now because if he doesnt its just going to haunt him for the rest of his life. zach has now realized that the game is “alive” and can somehow see his thoughts and memories, so understandably hes pretty freaked out by it at this point. when he keeps playing, the first thing he does is check out another tv screen level. this time, the animation is of a fish dude just kinda standing there with his mouth flapping open and closed and the music is the neptune board music from the original game. the only reason i can think of for why this is here is maybe the game is mocking zach for the panic attack he just had (bc when u have a panic attack you feel like you can barely breathe, if ur lucky enough to have never had one before and u dont know) but thats abt it. its probably just a random goofy thing cosby threw in there.

anyways, the next actual level is the first labyrinth level. this time around, its a gold labyrinth specifically. the music in these levels is a slow, ominous drum beat with female vocals occasionally coming in and (basically from here on out) the monster zach plays as is now half the size it used to be. i think this shows how zachs feeling at this point, like this whole thing isnt just being a big strong monster and beating up enemies any more, he feels small and scared and helpless in the face of something potentially dangerous that he doesnt understand maybe his confusion about the game is the reason *why* theres so many labyrinth levels here in the first place. anyways im getting ahead of myself. personally, i think the aesthetic of the gold labyrinth is very similar to the green temples back on trance. while trance had a more circular and soft theme to it's architecture and sculpture, entropys is much more square or rectangle oriented. despite this, i think that the golden mazes at least are another religious kind of building, and the architecture is just different because theyre two different cultures who just happen to worship the same spiritual figure (aka melissa. did i say that earlier? i think i did,, if i didnt well the religions worship melissa, not knowing she's a dead human or anything. probably).

moving on, zach notes how the gold labyrinth would probably have been impossible to navigate as any of the other monsters, so turns out face being an asshole was a blessing in disguise after all huh? anyways this place is full of weird gold monsters, lava/fire traps, and stone faces (both in more of an easter island head style and in the regular feminine headshot weve seen so far). zach comes across two feminine heads, one that is more adult looking and pure gold, and another one that looks much younger and whos eyes have red irises and blue scleras. this statue apparently looks a lot like melissa did on the night she died, so zach leaves it pretty quickly. i *think* this is the first time we see the color blue associated with melissa? if it isnt sorry abt that, its been a couple days since i worked on ngcr so ive forgotten some of the smaller or more subtle things by now. GOD i keep getting side tracked ANYWAYS eventually zach finds a non-gold enemy and sees it get picked up by like an arcade crane claw. hes curious so he follows the claw, only to see the monster be put in a big gold cauldron and walk out the side of it as a gold monster.

gonna be honest, no idea what the hell this could mean. like? theres been no themes of corruption or good things becoming evil so far so this just kinda. exists,, yea idk lol. im not part of like any discord servers or anything so all this theorizing and analysis has just been me, maybe getting some small ideas from like random youtube comments or something, so if something ive said so far has been unanimously disagreed with somewhere i dont know about it. thats also why this isnt really a definitive or comprehensive analysis (even tho im trying to be as comprehensive as i can).

anyways zach finds the exit soon after and hes on to the next level type (there's so fucking many of them ik dont worry weve almost gotten to all of them now), the indigo cliffs. the background of these levels is similar to the blue mountains from trance, but now the moon and clouds from the toxic dump background is also here (and colored indigo to match). the music here is just a deep rumbling noise. the first “enemies” he sees here are just a bunch of multicolored little guys coming out of a hole in the ground and jumping off a cliff. were continuing the death theme yall!! anyways zach continues, flying over some more weird creatures (tho some of them just look like dinosaurs lol) before he sees a bunch more of the multicolored guys out and about but this time theyre getting grabbed by birds!! wadda heel!!! zach comments on how the multicolored dudes seem eager to die and thinks maybe the moon has something to do with it (like melissa dude wat!!!! that's crazy /s). at the end of the level there were some more multicolored dudes just walking into a creatures mouth so zach attacked the thing and killed it and the levels over yay!

now its time for the bosses babeyy!!! first zach fights battra (basically an evil moth kaiju), the music is varans theme. battra starts off in his larvae form, where he basically just fought by running into you and shooting stuff at you. while fighting this form, zach noticed that the game buffed mothra because his gamer skillz were too cringe lmaoo. he beats the larvae form and battra goes into his second form, where hes basically a stronger clone of mothra (misogyny). zach fights battra and has fun doing it (for once,, good for him) and he wins yay! next hes fighting megalon (a big beetle/bug kaiju), whos music was gigans theme. im tired when im writing this so ill just give you zachs description of how he fought: “strong, persistent, but dumb”. after this, zach checks out the last tv screen of entropy. this time, it shows a big buff guy with a sack over his head hit a womans head with a sledgehammer while shes tied to a table or something. the music for it was the password theme. i think this is probably here because red is getting angrier? like this guy is still here after i triggered his ptsd?? what the hell!!!

anyways before we get to the last boss we have one last level type to get through- the shadow labyrinth. at this point, zach starts to feel drained because no shit sherlock you just had a panic attack and youve been playing this game for fuckin several hours at this point of course youre fuckin drained. anyways zach enters the shadow labyrinth, which is a black recolor of the gold labyrinth. the music is “evil ambience” similar to unforgiving colds music but distinctly different apparently. there werent any enemies so zach just kinda wandered for a while until the lights turned off, darkening the whole screen and (secretly) spawning tons of spooky enemies thatll chase and hit mothra in the dark. eventually the lights came back on and zach started scrambling to the exit. when the lights turned back off, zach was able to find one of the melissa looking statues and stood next to it. it warded off the monsters while the lights were off, so zach was safe. i think this shows 2 things: 1) its a little more validation for my “religion in this world worships melissa” theory and 2) it foreshadows the way melissa wants to protect zach at the end of the game. zach beat the shadow labyrinth a lot faster than the gold one so were done with all the stages now!! now theres only the last boss and red and were done with entropy!

the last boss is mechagodzilla, but when zach starts the level, normal godzilla is there instead!! its whatever tho bc soon the disguise is gone and its just pretty much the normal mechagodzilla fight (but now hes got a gay beam). at about half health tho, mechagodzillas sprite breaks into pieces like gezoras did way back on earth and reforms into not-mechagodzilla. even tho it looks uncanny (and the usage of the face statue on the front is probably there to further mock zach bc melissa) zach beats it p easily and now its time for the chase. ba dum ba dum thats the sound of a chase.

as usual tho, before i get to the red chase its time to talk about entropy as a planet!! i think the best way to describe the layout is “a big forest with a toxic waste dump in it takes up half the planet while the other half is a large religious temple/labyrinth with a dangerous underbelly”. there doesnt seem to be any intelligent life there now (its all dead by now probably) but there was at some point at least because imean the huge labyrinth is there dude!!! i dont have much to say for this section tbh bc i feel like i've already said everything i wanted to, so its time for the chase ig!!

basically the chase with red here takes place in a labyrinth level bc of course it does. this labyrinth, however, seems to be made of some kind of organic matter. is it flesh? organs? nondescript viscera? idk but it's pulsating and bloody. also this time red has wings too!! anyways, basically zach avoids red throughout the maze, red breaks through one of the walls with his big alien tongue, and zach gets to the end of the maze. nothing crazy happens at the end of this chapter (i think it was crazy enough as is) so thats the end of that and now its time for the penultimate planet- extus.

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