#who i shant give the name of

[nataly-gt]

thinkin bout troubled giants who live alone. standoffish souls who keep themselves shut away from the outside world, fearing that they might hurt someone. serious, disciplined and self reliant, maybe coping with a tragic past, battling their inner demons until an unexpected guest arrives.

also thinkin bout the tiny who wanders into their home, observing their routines in equal parts curiosity n sadness, intrigued by their loneliness and drawn into their mysterious demeanor. but also 10000% keeping their distance because the giant is terrifying and unreadable, like, all of the time -

the eventual crossing of their paths would be difficult, from all that uncertainty and pent up emotion, but i think the giant would warm up to them. maybe finding a source of happiness in the tiny's company, a joy which they thought would never enter their life again.

[todayisafridaynight]

I DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO SAY ANYTHING OF SUBSTANCE BUT PLEASE ENJOY MOVIE <333

IT WAS DEFINITELY A MOVIE

[jinxxedcorvid]

yesterday i started reading the one internet webcomic... youve guys probably never heard of it before...its pretty underground...

[pinkanonwrites]

Girl (gender neutral and with heart eyes) you have like touched on something that makes me chase my tail and chew my leg off when it comes to transformers living with humans. I hope they get fanmail too but also fancams of Jazz bopping bots and people editing floral crowns onto Decpitcons. Just ajdjfjajfjgjsjahfjfnsbsjfjfb

The in universe discourse of being a fan of military robots

I want to try to explain the Dada art movement to Shockwave. I think it’d give him spontaneous human combustion Cybertronisn(tm) edition

Also we know they make transformers merch in the Earthspark universe so uhmm… would…. Would Bad Dragon…. No I shant say…. 😳

I LOVE the idea of Transformers fancams. If you have THAT much in-universe merchandising there's no way you're escaping without a fancam or two (or a thousand.) I mean, how weird is a fancam, really, when you've got action figures and toys of you out here already?

As for "other" types of toys, hehehehe, I don't think any company would be so bold as to slap the actual Cybertronian's name on any products. But there would certainly be some inspired pieces with very particular color palettes. You can't really get away with naming your sex toy after an actual guy without expecting repercussions, but anyone who's already out there looking for robot-themed toys knows what the deal is with your yellow-and-black dildo with the name 'Stinger.' It basically writes itself, anyway.

[purretty-purrincess]

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i was gna rant abt smt thats been eating me alive for the past like week but i forgot so. have some art

bold is speech, italics are anything else

top to bottom, right to left, writing says

the girls are fighting!!.. oh no. it appears ive been mistaken.. theyre.. gods.. they were.. no, i shant say

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WH3N 1 S4Y G4M3, YOU S4Y G1RL! G4M3! gurl! G4M3! girl! whrn i say best in, u say tha world! best in! TH3 WORLD! best in! TH3 WORLD!

what? ? y9ure laughing. what. no? yes, y9u are. what at? your shirt. its.. its what? fag means amazing pers9n, d9es it n9t? ..nah. youre right, it does

men. men.

your eyes.. are an ocean. your tits.. are also an ocean

TRIGGER ALERT!!

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what the fuck does a denizen look like

girl im at my denizens place but shes scary,, what the fuck do i even do??

DD: < GPRL WHAR!!! GET OUT OF THERE

man.. do i GOTTA die to go god tier??

-__- < YES BITCH!!

:(.. can i at least get a-

DX < NO!!!

sburb outfit + communication device

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(idk some gay shit)

chat is this rizz?

what?

chat is he being zesty rn?

what- whos chat?

is he dumb chat?

dirk, please!

<- accused of being a witch

WHAT!? BUT IM A MAN!

. . .

nuh uh

OW WHAT THE FUCK. <- period cramps

<- he let gamzee do his makeup

no way bottom surgery

woah top AND bottom surgery!!!

holy shit bottom surgery

guys? guys whyd it give me breasts? & ehy is my dick gone? wh- guys? dont laugh im being serious!.. whats a transfem?

sp how do yuo like yr hair :)

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thats awesome man. SHUTUPSHUTUP I DONT CAREE OH MY GOD

sillt dogwolf girl!! living the therian dream

FUCKING BITCH ASS PUSSY KEEP RUNNING YOUR MOUTH AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!

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grimdorks :3

2nd best best kid!!

Ermmm, ackshully!

imagine it being yr 13th birthday and you download a game, die, and become god in one day

v theyre in the elevator to go get food . also they have a healthier dynamic now

hey bro do u have a v

no. valentines r for dorks

oh. kay

later

cal.. will you marry m

BANG!

yo bro we forgot the WOAH whats going on here

out. get out of my room. this was a private moment

do it. put me in the microwave, pussy. put your bro in the lil cal microwave. i dare you. put me in there. co CAL MICROWAVE k burger bro. i d CAL MICROWAVE t. youre too scared. to CAL MICROWAVE just cook me. you COUNTER plenty. but COUNTER ? am i not good enough of a burger

NEW DRAWING

v helping dirk sendificate his head

cal? cal why were your eyes open? are you cheating? do you hate me? cal why are you smiling? cal please

my boyfriend. his name is cal

ohh i fucked up in raising him

yap yap yap

DAMNN shut up

i 🤍 giving dirk piercings

ngl dome of this us cringe now tyat im reading ut again bur whatevss

[sprintingnight]

fake asota d&d post simulator

🐈 bloomingflowers Follow

yeah okay i feel like everyone's overreacting over the blood in the hallways. missing students aren't exactly a problem, people drop out of school all the time. it's literally not a big deal

🎵 snakefreak Follow

didn't you get a callout post a few months ago for getting caught eating a human arm in the girls bathroom

🎵 snakefreak Follow

whof the fuck is knoucking at my dorm room entrance in the middle of the night .

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🐕 chickengirl Follow

excuse my language but i don't know how the FUCK to get out of this ice maze???????? any experts know what to do when your head starts spinning and you cant see right??? i think the reflections did some shit to me

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op have you considered looking up the effects of low iron

🐕 chickengirl Follow

hold on i will in a second there's this weird crunching noise in the room ahead

🐕 chickengirl Follow

by the blight and the bane this can't be happening

#THE FUCKING MAYOR??? #hen.txt

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does anyone know the best fertilizer for my venus flytrap? im not too sure how to keep its roots healthy while also giving it the flies it needs.

🐈 bloomingflowers Follow

where is my rock rael

☘️ liadons Follow

what the fuck? how did you find my tumblr?

🐈 bloomingflowers Follow

give it to me rael

🐈 notheath Follow

give it to me rael

☘️ liadons Follow

please stop harassing me. this prank isn't funny. im going to report you to staff.

🐈 notheath Follow

how resistant are you to fire attacks

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Hello, students of Alamaz. I know we're concerned about the rampant disappearances, and reports of some of our students coming back to school covered in blood, but there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Please remain calm during your stay here and make sure to lock your dorm rooms if you feel the need to.

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hey op arent you the one with the corpse pile in her basement

☀️ evvyblackbloom Follow

i have access to your student files, home address, family information, and authority over your brother, rael liadon

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EXCUSE ME

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🐈 bloomingflowers Follow

hey guys sorry abt the absence i was in jail for a bit :/

📚 bookworm87 Follow

how the fuck do you land yourself in jail????? arent you like. your bio says youre 16, what the hell did you do?

☘️ liadons Follow

dont ask stupid questions

🐕 chickengirl Follow

dont ask stupid questions

🎵 snakefreak Follow

dont ask stupid questions

#eboblogs #i hope nobody notices when bookworm87 mysteriously stops posting

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🐕 chickengirl Follow

that girl down by the interrogation station was pretty nice, i wonder if i can get in contact with her again :)

🐈 bloomingflowers Follow

:/

🎵 snakefreak Follow

im sorry catboy did you think i was the only one to get my crush swept away by some fucking golden retriever girl. the reckoning is upon you and if you think youll be spared its not going to happen.

🐕 chickengirl Follow

please get off my post

#hen.txt #i swear i need to like block these two off my blog or something #every time there's a blow up in my notifs #it's always them.

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im so hungry i could eat a

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well

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i shant say

📚 studentswag Follow

um. my classmate went missing about an hour or two before this was posted

#....this cannot be connected i think im going insane

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alright this needs to be settled

#if youre already initiated you cant vote #your bias will show lmao #looking at a certain student whos name starts with d #and ends with aemus

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🌕 mooncrying Follow

i miss my home so fucking much. why couldnt things have stayed the same? why couldnt i be happy? it cant end like this for me.

🐈 bloomingflowers Follow

have you considered getting used to it

🌕 mooncrying Follow

I WATCHED YOU KILL MY DAD

#im so FUCKING SICK OF TABAXI!!!!!!!!! #ESPECIALLY THIS ONE!! #why are we giving heath a platform like #i know its "funny" to "observe him in his enclosure" #but hes gone TOO FAR!!

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[absolutebitchgetter]

The problems of CS. Combined in one.

Since the CS ninjas are onto me, i shant give up. You will forever hear the tunes of the rumours of ABG'S unbanning.

Heres all the CS posts i can find:

All of this might share the same topic, and thats a feature of how Comic Studio doesnt - or probably will never - fix its problems. Insane. I know. However, why am i not giving up if we cant fix it?

To save people's sanity.

Im trying to get unbanned so i can prove i am trying to become a better person, and save people's mental health by pointing out thr flaws in:

-moderation

-people

-studios

-controversy

-kids

Its honestly pretty scary how kids are exposed to Jayst- i mean the toxicity of comic studio, and also how the experienced CS users are saying its worse than fucking Twitter.

Where can i begin with the fucking moderation? Where were they when i was getting banned? One is treated like an angel after the fucking outrageous calls he does. How long was i banned? 8 months? Yes. 8 Fucking Months. Above Half a year. One has literally made DOXXING JOKES TO ME and made me fear for my life. One in the cs discord takes someone elses side when i ask for a spoiler for Binding of Isaac (a pretty scary game). One is just fucking horrible at moderation. And one is probably biased after i did a few too many pings in a server. A server i owned btw, no one stopped me. You know who you are. :)

To name a few very shit studios,

-Probably fucking most of them

Probably 10% of the studios get used.

And a lot of them are just fucking shit.

We have a fucking NICK JR studio for like 2 YEAR OLDS.

When is there a fucking Despicable Me comic studio?

To name types of people:

Suspected pedophiles

probably pedophiles

pedophiles

nazis

racists

homophobes

transphobes

xenophobes

sexists

anti semetic

Jokes aside tho there are lot of people i named that are actually one of the things above. There are also lots of fucking toxic people.

To my next point

popular beats all apparently

If your popular, dont fear of being banned! You fucking wont be!

I can name, a shit ton of people that should be banned but wouldnt because they have a shit ton of followers and that would get a lot of people to quit the site.

-Puffyy (Should i say more?)

-Jaystar (☠️)

-Onion_Rabbit (Threw about users like hell, faked harassment, legit got people to witchhunt me (December 2022), was toxic to me before i got banned (unfairly) (July 2023)

-Deathzy (A fucking mpreg and sex comic untagged, did the same as Onion_Rabbit July 2023, has known cases of being cocky as fuck when they get their way)

-SarahKomik (Has threw about users under the bus pretending to victimise themselves over the slightest of out of context things. The current situation with Oka is one.)

-Zappy (The same as above.)

Theres a lot more! Holy fuck

This community has a complete fucking hivemind too.

When popular users say "this person has done something bad (slightly or horrible) target them guys" and when they say "dont harass this person pls" they're praying that the mods dont fucking mob them. Oh wait.

Its like a lot of people have pointed out popular beats all!

Also, this is how people say "fuck the rules" (e.g, Oka and me)

If you have any problems, comment it, You probably shouldnt have but if your a snowflake, combat me.

Oh yeah i also forgot Tammy got knocked about like the school thot at summer time with the football team. They need apologising yall. This is the reason why people quit, my point above. Tammy quitting is one of the worst things to happen to CS.

[wherestoriescomefrom]

do u have any movie recommendations? I trust ur taste and ur taste alone

omg anon,,, thank u. i will try not to disappoint you. i have zero idea what you are in the mood for, so i will just go for the ones i think about daily. fair warning though, almost every good movie that i love and that lives rent free in my mind is from south asia.

Karnan: this movie has seriously been living rent free in my mind since 2021. it's. SO GOOD. warning for police brutality and caste based violence, though. but it's so good, and so worth it, so well fantastically well made. shockingly i haven't seen mari selvaraj's other film, Periyerum Perumal but this one. oh fuck. for a little bit of context, the movie is about these two villages who have a lot of inter caste disputes (while both are oppressed caste communities), and our titular hero's village, Podiyankulam is constantly denied a bus stop. it is such a good think piece on the ways in which caste violence is facilitated, the streams and rivers of oppression that prevent a people from living better lives. so SO good. i think its available on prime.

Village Rockstars: completely a different movie, but this movie is genuinely so loveable. it's about this one girl in a small assamese village who REALLY wants a guitar. it's a very slow moving movie, with some of the most beautiful shots of the director's own village. it's so evident the director just went "you have no idea how beautiful my village is. let me show you," and then infused the film with love from every angle. this one might be on netflix or prime, but one of them will have it.

Made in Bangladesh: this movie is not going to be available anywhere, so if you want to watch it, hmm. well. i shant say. i think the title says it all, but it's about a group of women working in a garments factory in Bangladesh and how they try to unionise. it's not a sob fest, it's not giving you scary facts about what you already know, but it is telling you how difficult it is to ask for anything when you are working in these conditions. again. fantastically made.

Tumbbad: horror movie. upper caste greed. a witch out of which a tree grows. a horrible, monstrous little creature. the sins of fathers passed on to their sons.

The Great Indian Kitchen: i love south indian food. not after this movie though. as my friend cherry says, "south indian traditional food basically means a woman cooks for five hours in the kitchen while the men relax." it's so damn GOOD though. the food i mean (also the movie, but fr). have you had an appam anon????? best thing i tasted since cream buns from sunder bakery. anyway this movie is another horrifying one, you should definitely watch it. it's so good. it tells you so much about the emotional and physical labour women do.

Wade: i can't believe i almost forgot wade, here it is. it's a short ten minute animated movie that put the fear of god in me. about climate change, if you can guess by the name. the sunderbans have been flooded, and if you can imagine what happens next, no you can't.

Jab We Met: okay enough of this depressing shit. also absolutely no one is allowed to judge me. i would die for this movie. i would kill for this movie. legally, if you shame me for this, i'm allowed to murder you. also i KNOW i know it has a manic pixie dream girl but he manic pixie dream girls her RIGHT BACK. i rest my case. also the songs are awesome. this is more traditional bollywood, and i have no regrets.

Jodhaa Akbar: what? i KNOW, i know it is sanitising a story to make Akbar look like the good mughal, i KNOW ruqqaiya begum was akbar's first wife not jodha, i KNOW fatehpur sikri wasn't even made when this film is presumably set, but the VIBES. the vibes are IMMACULATE. Jodha watching Akbar as he swings his sword in the sunlight??? their duel???? the flowers he throws on her??? kill me. kill me now.

Your Name: okay we all know the joke Shinkai can only make one movie but this first one. it had something. also i'm a sucker for the red string of fate. otherwise it's a very standard body swap movie but it's SO GOOD, and as it goes further some of the most amazing animation also happens.

you know i can keep going, i didn't even mention the lunchbox or kumbhalangi nights, but i guess we shouldn't discriminate against the white people

Knives Out: please,,, i know its the movie of the year on tumblr but,,,, so good,,,,,. maybe i'm just a loser who has read too much christie in my life, but i love that the christie style detective is back!! the country house murder, the fantastic way johnson used narrators in the film.... immaculate. christie would be proud. also i know it gets flack for not being as sharp a critique as it could be (i think rightfully, that criticism is for glass onion. i liked it A LOT for a murder mystery, but its politics are duller than the first one's), but it's not a movie about race and class inequality. it's a movie about a murder. johnson just really accurately diagnoses the underlying issues through which a murder happens. also im a BITCH for a classic murder mystery.

Ernest and Celestine: a lovely animated movie about a friendship between a bear and a small mouse, who are supposed to be mortal enemies. also the animation is lovely, did i mention the animation is lovely?

Pride and Prejudice, 2005: you can't come to me for recs and not expect it to be there. i mean, the movie is a masterpiece.

oh i can't think of anything that you guys wouldn't have already heard of.... but i do love How To Train Your Dragon, and Into the Spiderverse. i will go insane when the sequel for the second one comes out. i LOVED Palm Springs when i watched it. OH Emma 2020 really delivered. Do Revenge was amazing too!! im sorry i have less to say about the white people movies......

oh. three white people movies that i genuinely cannot get out of my mind: A Few Good Men, The Scent of a Woman and My Cousin Vinny. make of that what you will.

[pilotheather]

OK god ep 2 since WHY would you DROP 2 EPISODES AT MIDNIGHT FUCK YOURSELF OTO HELL that little shit looks like eric remember eric from ep 1 ok i

henners get it together

guys we get it youre being fantastical this time roiund theres whimsy and theres horrors and theres sa CHRIST ON THE CHROSS

HENRY ARBINGER. HARBINGER?

RIGHT YEAH SURE FULL FUCKIJNG CAMP LETS GO FINE SURE

these effects can somenehep me

OKAY THE PIANO INTRO SLAY OR WHATEVER

boys do you want anything

WHYS THE BEATLES UJSUT THERE

RTHETES BEATLES YAOI IN MY FUCKING TV SHOW

whats the faces for that shit slaps my dog ive got a dog

musics shit innit

why is john lennon kinda beefy. was he like that for real. gets scared

SORRY IM LIKE KIND OF SO LIKE SO DETACHED FROM THE CORNBALL SHIT FOR REAL SORRY CAN WE CUT THE MUSIC AND JUST TALK TO THEM NORMALLY AGAIN LIKE I FEEL LIKE THIS SUDDEN SHIFT WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER IF IT JUST FELT MORE-

right ok but maestro is not... you know. it snot the master is it true

I WAS GOING TO SAY ARE THEY GOING TO EVEN MENTION THE YEAR IT IS

SUSAN MENTION IS INSANE?

MAYBE IT KILLED HER TOO? XD HEH HEH HEH

SORRY SUSAN

can i also say the Power Of Music is something im nevergoing to get as a person im just not musically inclined whatsoever i think i could hear nothing and not much would happen

THAT WAS THE GIGGLEEEEEE

WE'RE STICKING WITH THE GIGGGLEEEE SURE

TEEHEE

somewhere nearby ian and barbs are just vibing

wow. holy shit. the sonic screw driver doing some sonic shit. thats epic af

these pantomime fucking antics theyre behind you bitchhhhhhh

The Pantheon YEAHHH SUREE LETS GIVE EVERYTHING SOME DUMBASS NAME I LOVE IT WHEN HE DOES THAT YESSSSS THERES THE TOYMAKER THERES EVERYTHING WHO GIVE A FUCKKKKKKK

it ripped me in half i cant survive that again - HILARIOUS. SET THE PRECEDENT. SURE.

BEYONCE AND SAM FENDER IS FUCKING HILARIOUS SORRY BIG UP THE NORTH OR WHATEVER

> the world if the beatles did not have sex with each other

THE TOY MAKEER FUCKSSSSS??????

i dont know how i feel with the more abstract stuff i really dont i feel like it works once in a while but if the whole series is like this i dont know how i feel. i tjink it loses something. i cant say SHIT i know rtd loves that shit and its not at all the first time but look- JUST A SECOND OK- JUST.... A MOMENT PLEASE. i settled with rtd's like goofy teehee its the power of this but LOOK.

GRNATED I MEAN THERES ALWAYS SOME DORKY SHIT GOING ON I SHANT EVEN LIE

i do actually love jinx monsoons performance though

again with the pacing of this and it being so fast all the time and everything forcing itself to be a big bombastic moment im sat here thinking of the most impactful moments in doctor who like slow or BECAUSE IT WAS LIKE. I DONT KNOW. do you remember rose eating chips after nine sent her back. im just sort of imagining that scene with some insane score underpinning it and some big loud speech that everyone focusses on and listens to . it would not have fucking worked.

or like the slow, chill conversations between people. CAN WE JSUT HAVE THEM ABCK. PLEASE. JUST.

THE GMMMM. MUSIC BATTLE. SORRY I DI DLAUGH AT THEM LITERALLY JUST SAYING. MUSIC. BATTLE.

like again sorry im kind of tuning out at this point because again with it bbeing so abstract its sort of that vibe fo theres nothing im holding on to here like the toymaker worked in a sense its like youre kind of following that deterioration . i really do not rhink it works to sit in it constantly like this like can we

BEATLESS YAOIIIII CONQUERSSSS ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

hell yeah mystery box shit .

WAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

IS THIS A FUCKING OPPORTUNE MOMENT TO SAY IM DEATHLY ALLKERGIC TO MUSICALS SHUT UP ITS TOO MUCH NOW PLEASE HLEP ME SORRY IM

[the-final-knight]

Knight Log, volume 2:

It has been a few days since I last wrote in this book, I have been very busy.

There is a plot to assassinate me, Drewp, and The Queen and I am trying to stop them. I think that ive come up with a unique and cunning plan though that may give me the advantage. I shant disclose it here as I fear I am being watched.

The assassin is very clever but some sort of moral code has kept them from killing me thus far. They left me quite wounded from our last battle but I did the same to them. Hopefully it shall be a little bit until our next battle.

The Queen has asked me to accompany her and Drewp to the capital city of Yevrin, which I find very exciting. We are, however, riding in a Zeppelin which I find a little daunting. It's been ages since I've been up that high and I am admittedly slightly afraid of doing again. The Queen has assured me it's safe though and I trust her.

On the subject of The Queen I must say I am quite fond of her. She is definitely the nicest ruler I have served under and she tolerates my slip ups. She's been incredibly kind to me and even went searching in the forest for me after a nasty battle with that assassin. My leg still hurts from that, and I have a limp from it, but luckily no one has caught onto that. A knight must be strong through their pain in order to succeed, that is the lesson I have always known to be true.

I have sparring with people and am beginning to learn ways of how to counter magic uses, these are the most important things I've learned thus far:

Never let them have use of their hands or mouth

Resist mind control

Analyze their movements to prepare for any spell they may cast

Thankfully I have yet to face a magic user who actually has intent to harm me, that's lucky, but luck always runs out.

And now for what is by far the most interesting thing to happen in my life.

Someone is... Trying to romance me. I know, it sounds just as crazy to me as it must to you, imaginary reader. They have been keeping their identity a secret so far but have given me the name Augustus to call them by. Now, this is between you, the book, and me, but this is truly the scariest thing to ever happen to me. Never has someone called me the things they call me. Never has anyone gone out of their way and given me something such as what they have.

They gifted me a golden Zweihander. Can you believe that? Neither can I. I don't even know what to say to such a lavish gift. Thankyou is certainly not enough I know that, but I also have hardly anything myself. Before I came to this island I had only the clothes on my back and a few silver pieces. Now everything has changed for me and people actually seem to care about me.

Needless to say it's overwhelming. But also intoxicating. The Queen said that their pattern of gift giving and masquerading follows that of an old Yervin play. And on the fourth day they will reveal themself. If that's the case I don't have much time to think of something to do for them in return. I don't have much to offer someone like that I think, I have no money or promise. I hope they'll forgive me for that, if not I suppose I can give them their sword back.

Alright I think that's a nice wrap up of the past few days, I'm obviously leaving stuff out because of how much has happened but yeah. Have a good day book, farewell.

Ps: I hope the Augustus will forgive me for threatening to slice their throat.

[lxinesux]

there’s a spideypool writer who i shant name but whose writings i regularly consume and whose work gives me such a visceral reaction it legitimately stresses me out

10/10 would be skeeved out again

[cincincinnanom]

Alright because I have to go back to sleep I'm posting my best written bits of my story. cussing ensues because burnt bastard. Also talk of depression and thoughts of death, so read with warning. oh yes and demeaning and dehumanizing things said along with a slur, abuse menton as well. I do not support the harm of people or the people who say these things. I write because that's how I feel I'll reach people the best so we have less of those people in our world.

I am not fluent in Korean so I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm using a translator, not google translate, and I make sure to change it back to english to make sure it makes sense. sorry it's long.

A smile graces my lips as I see people gawking, at the buildings, and train lines. Everything here looks different to them- it looks like home.

“안녕하세요 히어로즈 커미션 스쿨과 함께 하시나요?” The teacher turns around, to be greeted with an hero from here, if I remember right his hero name’s 구리. The teacher pulls out a phone, I walk up before he uses informal greetings,

“안녕하세요 학교와 함께합니다. 만나서 반갑습니다 쿠퍼씨,” I hope my mother tongue isn’t too rusty, as I bow politely. 

“청년 만나서 반갑습니다. 내가 당신을 알고 있습니까?” Oh I seem to forget I’m a clone of my mother. Heh it’s been that long.

“예, 당신은 우리 어머니와 함께 일합니다, 나는 그녀의 장남입니다”

“달빛의 자유?” he asks, Dalbich-ui Jayu, I can’t honestly remember the last time someone’s called me by my proper name. It feels so right, so gentle, like being in my mothers arms again, her voice weaving me into sleep. I can feel the smile of euphoria on my face as I say

“그래, 그래 난,” A smile shows on ˈKäpər’s face.

“네 엄마가 널 그리워했어, 아들아,” it feels nice to be called son by someone who's never hurt me.  

“나도 그녀가 그리웠어 그녀는 그녀인가?” I ask. 

“그녀는 될 것입니다 그동안 그들은 우리 언어를 알고 있습니까?” ˈKäpər asks.

“No, none at all,” I smile, I can feel Falk and Shant inching closer to me. 

“Ah that’s too bad my english is lacing,” ˈKäpər’s voice is heavy with accent, and tired boredom at the americans. It’s funny no one would ever dare talk like this to the commissions hero teachers and heroes and training, we were meant to be the best in slot are we not? There’s a hushed laugh from somewhere above. The smile on my face grows bigger. The teacher turns around, red angry.

“I will not be made a fool of Tannafinn, get right here right now, I don’t care if you're Korean or some shit, it’s informal and rude to interrupt your elder and teacher.” 

Mood swings aren’t uncommon for me, in fact they’re more than common. It's a day to day chore of making sure to not go manic while not getting myself so down I want to kill myself. So when I’m suddenly spitting in at rage my teacher, it doesn’t surprise anyone, not even ˈKäpər. He knew me when I was like seven. I was probably so much worse. I remember I was snarky, snappy, salty, and sarcastic, I can practically feel the migraine my mother always had with me around. I mean I am still those things but I’m not giving my mother the migraine anymore I’m giving it to myself.

“Well I’m sorry if I took the time out of my day to properly introduce the commission to Korea’s number two,” I snarl out, trying with all the best of my willpower to not slap him in the face. Rose, the teacher, looks at me with disgust.

“No wonder they call you a porcelain whore,” he waved his hand off. “your all looks and no bones, easy to break, useless other than for praise.” The fast suck of heat under my skin is burning, quite literally. Fire comes with every exhale I take, every fiber in my body wants him to burn alive, but that won’t sit well. I exhale again, trying to not let impulses take over common sense, it’s not going to work much longer, and Rose wants me to snap so he can prove himself right and so he could punish me, without it looking weird, he’d better be damn happy he’s rich. 

“Oh so you’re the Rose bastard, get out of here ass-hat, let us teach the kids that's what you drop ‘em off for right?” Her voice is stern, and hard, but oh god it’s home and pure happiness. Rose scuttles off scared. She lands down, and pop’s her nucleus.

“So you're the American hero traineses? You all look like a breeze could blow you across the city,” She’s well built, short and a bit stocky. Her hair has pure white streaks but a mostly dark blonde-brown red. Her smile’s wry and strong. 

“Well hello, nice to meet you. I'm Valerian, the top ranked hero in Korea and Third world wide,” I love her smile. I could see some of mine in it too, like she had given her smile to me. 

“That’s only on popularity rankings right your so short you can be that good of a hero” Her smile gets more wry. 

“You’re wrong kid, here in Korea, we don’t do polls by popularity, or salary, it’s pure raw numbers of how many we’ve saved, same for the world rankings” Blare the boy who had said that looked dumbfounded that a woman stood up to him, yeah he’s the class bully if you couldn’t tell. 

“You seem smug,” Falk pointed out.

“Oh I’m oh so very smug right now” I hear Shant talking with ˈKäpər. A few sidekicks come up and start the god forbid tour. I hate tours, the feeling gets worse when I’ve lived in the place before. I sigh a bit too hard. I double down coughing. I’m acutely aware of how everything is spinning, and I can feel more than taste the blood coming up past my lungs. I can hear people mildly panicking around me, it’s on deaf ears, I can only make out the sound of my own coughing. A few minutes later I find myself sitting on the cleared out road with, my mother, Shant, Falk and ˈKäpər checking if I’m okay. I spit out the last bit of blood coming up for now.

“엄마,” tears spark in her eyes, and she smiles, her hand reaches out and presses on the burned side of my cheek. I lean into the comfort. I dimly note that in the past at least eight years, I’ve been the one cupping someone else’s face and letting them lean on me. 

“엄마 나 또 몇살이야?” 

“열일곱” her smile’s dim and sad, and how can it not be, I’ve got less than four years of life left in my damn body. I lean into her further, breaking into a hug.

“엄마 빨리 못와서 미안해” I cry a little, it really hurts. I wish I had more time, I’ve always wished I had more time. I’m not living past twenty one, if I even make it there. It hurts me that I want to stay here and get those surgeries that will fix me a little so I can have more time. 

I want more time. More time to be loved. More time to give love. I want to be human again. I want more time so I can see all my siblings graduate and the smiles on their faces. 

I want more time to see my mom live and go. I want more time so that she doesn’t have to spend her last years in the morning. I want more time from the world to help fix it. I want more time. 

I want more time to be with Shnat seeing his eyes light up with joy. I want more time to see his face when he’s crying, I want more time to see wrinkles grow in his hands. I want more time to see his hair go gray and white. 

I want more time to see Falk’s eyes grow shiney and old. I want more time to see the day Falk can take off his shirt and love his own body. I want more time to see Falk sit up after top surgery and have a bare chest. I want more time to see my mom love again. I want more time so I can thank Cinsin for saving me. 

I want more time to see that young trans man become a hero everyone loves, and for his family to know his name Kalmiti. I want more time. I want to grow old. I want to feel loss and grief. I want to heal from that loss. I want time to see a world that has laws to keep heroes kid’s safe. I want more time. I want more time. It’s stupid really. I know it is, but can’t you help but wish for something you’ll never get? I want to get married, I want to adopt kids I can see myself in. I want to help them, so they never have to walk up to the public saying they were lying about their father shooting them. 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry it has to be this way” I can hear that she’s crying. I look up and wipe my tears.

“Thank you momma, I‘m sorry I can’t stay longer” I’m not going to kill myself, I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s what both of us need to hear. That we love each other and that we don’t want the other to leave. We’re all going to die sooner or later. It just happens to be too soon for some.

[gayspock]

okay you’ve got me curious. what is severance about and where can i watch it?

unfortunately its on apple tv+ ... sniff. though im certain if u look abt u can find some you know- wink, wink, nudge, nudge places to watch it. (i'd recc some myself but i cant unfortunately).

the basic premise is, mark (mc, played by adam scott) is an employee of Lumon Industries - and more specifically, is with the "Severance" program. the program involves undergoing a procedure, wherein your perceptions are (as the name suggests) severed: your memories at work are completely separated from your memories outside of it. you clock in, go down the elevator and then the next thing you're conscious of is coming out of the elevator at the end of the day. you strictly are not allowed to know who you even work with- for example, one plot point involves (though i wont spoil) mark's work friend, petey, who he knew for 2 years and is his best friend at work but is a complete and utter stranger otherwise.

however it works both ways! and the flipside i think is the more compelling side, bc whilst youre down there, you have no conception of who you are on the outside; you do not have any memories, do not kknow who you are specifically, who your family are or anything. you have vague ideas of things, as the show kind of suggests, but by all intents and purpsoes your existence whilst at work is defined by that, and only that. when you go to clock out, you come back into consciousness clocking back in. the only people you may ever know are those at work - and if they are fired, you will simply never see them again. and the show does go into some really interesting ways in which this manifests: irving, for example, sort of holds a lot of the company with a sort of reverance, and is devout in a way akin to religion...? he finds meaning in the texts, and the company history and whatnot and dedicates himself to them as guiding principles. on the total opposite, then, helly (who the show opens with, as the latest employee) really does not handle this well at all: and a lot of the story thus far is, like, a psychological horror where shes trying VERY hard to resign, but her outer self will not let her and so she keeps waking up again and again, desperate as fucking hell to be let go.

and as mentioned, the story itself follows mark- who's slowly learning some of the "secrets" and more shady goings on behind the company. we learn early on that he lost his wife, and he joined the company as a means of escaping his grief. that, in particular, is something touched on quite a bit- though i shant go too deep into everything that happens, and leave it all as a nice little treat for you to enjoy<3 bc fr, fr,fr- I SUPER recc it... there's only 5 eps thus far, and its ongoing. GIVE IT A GO BC THAT MAN IS ALL SAD AND ALONE AND WIFELESS IN A RACECAR BED AT ONE POINT. IM INSANE FOR THAT.

[teddy06writes]

The Phantom Of The Opera AU

requested by this anon: “Okay so I know you’re a musical kid so you have probably listened to/heard of Phantom of the Opera. Picture this: Dream as the Phamtom x Fem!reader as Christine x Sapnap as Raul”

Dream x Fem!reader and Sapnap x fem!reader (with dream as the phantom and sapnap as Raul)

trigger warnings: death, dream being a low key creeper, maybe some swears, my general lack of knowledge of this musical

premise: Phantom AU, not neccicarily the full story, its mainly what I’ve seen/read/listened to that I think is important, and like eight of the songs. Ummm, I feel like the summary above is enough for you to get the general idea.

(y/l/n)- your last name

“blep” regular talking

“Belp” singing

When things are in counterpoint, regular text will be (y/n), (text in parenthesis is sapnap), and {bracketed text is Dream}

if you, like me are unfamilliar with the story, this is the summary that arrived in my inbox last night (thank you so much to the person who sent that by the way, it really helped)  

“So basically phantom of the opera is a love triangle between 3 people, the Phantom (P) x Christine (C) x Raul (R). C and R were childhood friends until R had to move away. C grew up in the Opera house with her dad (deceased) as a music writer. C grows up getting “private” singing lessons from P ( he is literally talking to her through a vent ((Among Us omg)) or something idk). Fast forward into the future to present day. C is a ballerina at the opera and one day, the phantom makes the set malfunction so that the lead female opera singer (she’s a jerk. Forgot her name) can’t preform and C has to preform as the lead instead. Coincidentally, the night Christine sings as the lead is the day R comes to see her show and R is like “ooWooga she be fine now ig”. R and C catch up after the show and R goes away for a minute and then P is like “aight C imma kidnap you for a sec with no purpose whatsoever to the plot except for a cool song” and then C returns to her normal life ig. P them sends stuff to the people in charge of the Opera saying “ayo C be pretty fine, let her be the lead again” the people in charge of the opera were like “nah fam, let’s have the person who was supposed to be the lead be the lead”. Upset by this, during the show, P broke the chandelier and it fell into the audience. C is like “I love you uwu” R is like”let’s get engaged” C is like “let’s keep it a secret so the crazy P guy doesn’t find out” and little did they know during that conversation P was hiding and overheard everything and is now sad boi hours. A masquerade happens and P shows up like “ayo I heard you trynna steal my boo” and R is like “nah she my boo” and they duel or whatever. Idk how it transitions to this but the Opera runs another show and they make C the lead to not upset P. However, during a love song (Past the point of no return, it literally slaps), C realizes that the person singing isn’t the original actor, it is P! And then P straight up kidnaps C after the song, takes her to his lair and is like “boo you gotta marry me or I destroy the opera house with everyone inside it” C is like “fine ig” P takes off his mask and reveals he is hiding burn marks and he kisses C and C kisses back. P is like” my mom never even kissed me” and P let’s C go, telling her to go marry R... or you can just watch this video lmao https://youtu.be/4a5nahw3zi8″

On that note, here we go:

{that only goes for the final scene where its all three, it varies otherwise}

{Things I have learned while preparing this story, 1. the actual phantoms name is Erik, like what a nerd, 2. he’s also not actually a ghost??? He’s literally just some creeper who lives in an opera house screwing with people; also yes Eret is the strict lady who yells at everyone and talks to the phantom, deal with it}

{pls send me more musical au asks I really liked doing this, even if it took me a while}

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The ravenous applause of the audience seemed to echo in your ears, even after you had left the stage. 

You’re debut as the female lead in Hannibal had been a smashing success, and as the rest of the chorus girls backstage were saying, it was all thanks to the Phantom scaring Hannah off.  

Niki practically ran up to you from the rehearsal room, “(y/n) that was incredible!” 

You grinned, “Oh I feel like I’m floating Niki! Thank you for volunteering me for the role.” 

“Don’t thank me, Thank whoever's giving you those lessons,” She bumped her hip against yours, grinning cheekily, “And if what the girls are saying is true you’ll have to thank him for getting Hannah out of here.” 

You chuckled, but before you could say anything else Madame Eret was approaching, knocking the end of their cane of the ground, “Miss Nihachu, you are a dancer are you not?” 

Niki nodded. 

“Then get back to rehearsal,” he waited until Niki hurried off to turn to you, “He is most pleased with your performance, here.”

You took the note from him, reading over it quietly, “Red scarf..... the attic.... little lotte?” 

She simply shrugged, leaving you to turn and head up your dressing room. 

As you changed out of your costume from the show you couldn’t help but hum the song that had earned the most applause, “Think of me, think of me of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.” 

Reaching around you found your dressing gown, pulling it on and tying up the front, “Remember me, once and a while. Please, promise you’ll try...” 

Your words faded off as your sat down at your vanity, beginning to brush out your hair. 

“Where is your red scarf Miss (y/l/n)? I hope you haven’t lost it. Not after all the trouble I went through to retrieve it for you.” 

You turned to see a tall dark hair man standing in the doorway, a grin spreading across your face as he continued, “I was only 14 and soaked to the bone...” 

“Because you ran into the sea to fetch my red scarf!” You exclaimed, jumping up and flinging your arms around him excietedly, “Sapnap! How I’ve missed you!” 

He chuckled, pulling away, and offering you a single red rose, “(y/n)... Little Lotte let her mind wander...” 

“You remember that too?” You asked with a giggle. 

Sapnap smiled and kept singing, “Little Lotte thought: am I fonder of dolls,” 

“Or of goblins or shoes?” You joined in, “Or of riddles of frocks, or chocolates.” 

“Those picnics n the attic...” He reminisced. 

You closed your eyes, remembering those long ago days, “Father playing the violin.” 

“As we read each other those dark stories of the north.” 

“No what I like best, little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,” You sang, “And the angel of music sings songs in my head!” 

“The angel of music sings songs in my head.” He repeated softly. 

You smiled at him, an excited fond feeling forming in your stomach as you sank back into your chair,  “Father said, when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you. Well now father is dead, Sapnap. And I have been visited by the angel of music.” 

“Well that is very evident,” He chuckled, taking your hands, “Your performance was wonderful. And now, we shall go to supper.” 

“Oh- sapnap I can’t, the angle of music is very strict.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the urgency in your voice as he laughed again, “Well I shant keep you up late.”

“No- Sapnap, things have changed-”

“You have to change,” He interrupted, “And I have to grab my hat. Two minutes little lotte.” 

As he went out the door you cried after him, “Sapnap! Thing have changed Sapnap!”

But he was out of earshot, and the voice that had become so familiar to you was booming, “Insolate boy! This Slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing my triumph!”

“Angel I hear you! Speak, I listen! Stay by my side and gude me!” You begged up to the ceiling, “Angel my soul was weak! Forgive me! Enter at last master!”

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am their inside!” 

The voice sounded closer now, and you couldn’t help but look around, “Angel of music! Hide no longer!” 

You turned again, finding yourself face to face with what seemed like a mask, floating in your mirror, “Come to me, strange angel!”

“I am your angel! Come to me angel of music!” 

A shadowy figure seemed to appear behind the smiling mask, a hand outstretched to you. In a daze you stood, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you away down a dark pathway.

“Who’s voice is that?” Sapnap asked, knocking on the now closed door, “(y/n) who’s in there?” 

“Come with me angel of music!” Dream, the Phantoms voice echoed again. 

“(y/n)!” 

~~

“In sleep he came to me, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name!” You moved quietly through the passages, following Dream, “And Do I dream again? for now I find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind!” 

“Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to look behind, the phantom of the opera is there! Inside your mind!” He sang, turning back to make sure you were following once more.

The walls of the tunnel seemed to widen, and you could almost make out an empty candle lit space. 

You reached out, fingers almost brushing the edge of his cloak, “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear! I am the mask you wear..”

“It’s me they hear...” 

As you emerged into a cross roads of the tunnels, you sang in tandem, “Your (my) spirit and your (my) voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your (my) mind!” 

He helped you into the boat that waited in one tunnel, before casting off, propelling the boat down the slow moving current, “In all your fantasies, you always knew the man and mystery...” 

“Were both in you....” You sang softly as the boat came to dock in a wide chamber.

Slowly you climbed out of the boat after him, looking around the dank space, and at the organ in the corner. 

Dream pulled off his cloak, “And in this labyrinth where the night is blind..”

“The Phantom of the opera is there! Inside my mind......” 

~~

As the people downstairs argued, you tried to think over what had happened. Was it a dream? It didn’t seem like it, but still, a man appearing in her looking glass? Taking her away and singing words of praise, words of love, words that made nearly no sense now that it was day, and a haze covered your memory. 

The one thing that remained clear was the monster she had found beyond the mask.

All too soon it seemed you were being rushed into rehearsals, being told you no longer had a speaking role, as Hannah had returned, and was back to her diva ways. 

Rehearsals that would normally drag on seemed to go quicker now, and soon you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for the performance. 

“This is ridiculous,” Niki muttered as she adjusted her costume, “You should be playing the duchess, not Hannab.” 

“Hannah is the featured soprano. She’s always the lead.” You retorted. 

“But how will Sapnap know to look for you in the chorus?” Niki teased.

You elbowed her, laughing lightly, “Shut up. Besides I doubt the phantom would let him see me again.”

The show had gone well, at least until the fifth scene. 

All the music stopped abruptly as a voice boomed, “Did I not instruct that box five was to be left empty?”

“He’s here: The Phantom Of The Opera!” Niki cried from offstage. 

Your head jerked up to turn and look at the audience, “It’s Dream!” 

“Your part is silent, you toad!” Hannah snapped. 

From somewhere up in the audience Dream frowned, “A toad Madame? Perhaps it is you who is the toad...” 

Hanna opened her mouth to continue on her script, but no sound seemed to come out, save for what was close the a croak. 

The men who had bought the opera house, Wilbur and Tommy were coming rushing down from their box, “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize! The performance will continue in ten minutes time, with Miss (y/l/n) as the duchess!”

Tommy nodded as Wilbur finished, “And for now, we will give you the ballet, from act three of tonight's show!” 

The ballet didn’t last long, as when you returned to the wings dressed for the new role you had been given, someone let out a horrified scream.

“What the-” 

You were cut off as you looked up to see Shlatt, the stagehand in charged of the curtains, hanging from the rigging, a noose fully tightened around his neck. 

“Ladies and gentlemen remain calm! It was just an accident- remain calm!” Someone shouted. 

Through the darkness you could make out Dream’s menacing figure, the smiling mask watching you threateningly as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that had ripped at your throat. 

“(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright?” Sapnap had run down onto the stage in all the chaos. 

“We- we have to get out of here,” You choked, grabbing his hand, “We aren’t safe here.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the reason behind your panic, but even so he offer you his arm, “Lets leave then.” 

~~

Twenty minutes later you ended up in an empty park, the panic that filled your chest not yet fading as Sapnap asked, “Why have you brought me here?”

“We can’t go back there!” You exclaimed. 

“But we must return.” He gripped your hands, “Darling their bound to be missing you.” 

You shook your head, “Sapnap- He’ll kill you! His eyes will find us there!” 

“(y/n), don’t say that! It’s okay (y/n), it’s okay!” 

You looked up into the darkened sky, “No it’s not- no it’s not- Those eyes that burn!” 

“Don’t even think it!” He cried desperately. 

You couldn’t tell whether you were trembling from fear, or from the cold, as you sang, “And if he has to kill a thousand men....” 

“Forget this waking nightmare!” Sapnap insisted. 

“....The phantom of the opera will kill.” You sang distractedly. 

He gripped your shoulders, “This phantom is a fable, (y/n), believe me!” 

“And kill again....” You shuddered at the idea of Dream doing anything to Sapnap. 

Both of you sang, “God who is this man, who hunts to kill? (this mask of death?)

“I can’t escape him!” You cried. 

He shook his head, “Whose voice is it you hear...”

“...I never will!” 

“With every breath?” 

His grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer to him as you both sang, “And in this labyrinth where light is blind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my (your) mind!”

“There is no Phantom of the Opera!” 

“Sapnap- I’ve been there, inside his world of never ending light! To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness! Sapnap I’ve seen him!” You cried. “Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape that face? So distorted, disformed it was hardly a face!  in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound in that night there was music in my mind And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before!” 

“What you had was a dream and nothing more!” 

You could hardly look up at him, “yet in his eyes was all the sadness in the world! Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore!” 

“(y/n), (y/n)!”  Sapnap exclaimed. 

“.....(y/n)......” A different voice seemed to cry into the night. 

You gasped, pressing yourself against Sapnap, “What was that?” 

He hugged you tightly, before pulling back and singing gently, “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears. I’m here, and nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” 

You relaxed into his grip, listening to his quiet voice, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” 

“Say you love me, every waking moment. Turn my head and talk of summer time,” You looked up at him, biting your lip, “Say you need me now and always, promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you are safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” He assured you, smiling softly. 

 “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you to always be beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” You admitted. 

Sapnap’s smile grew wider, “Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n), that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time,” You repeated, “Say the word, and I’ll follow you.” 

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Say you love me?” 

He smiled, whispering, “You know I do.” 

“Love me- that's all I ask of you.” You both sang, before he leaned in to gently press a kiss to your lips, “Any where you go, let me go too. Love me- thats all I ask of you.” 

Sapnap kissed you again, before pulling away, “We could go anywhere- we could be married! You would marry me, yes?” 

“Oh, yes, Sapnap, yes I would. If you’d have me.” You nodded, eagerly. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle, before turning back toward the direction of the opera house, “I must go back, they’ll wonder where I am. Wait for me Sapnap!” 

“(y/n), I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Wait for me, Sapnap. Order your finest horses and being waiting by the door.” You could go back, and continue working at the opera house, there was nothing left for you to fear while Sapnap was there.

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” He chuckled.

You grinned, “To guard me and too guide me!” 

Sapnap offered you his arm again, and you headed off out of the park, toward the opera house. 

Slowly, Dream slinked from the shadows where he had watched the proposal, “I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now your repaid me, denied and betrayed me.” 

He groaned running a hand through his hair, “He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. (y/n)- oh (y/n)-”

He was cut off by the sounds of your voices drifting down the street, Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time, Say the word, and I’ll follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”

Dream’s hands flew to his ears, desperate to block out the sounds- he had been so sure that you could’ve loved him, but now Sapnap was stealing you away. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” He bellowed. 

~~

The following weeks at the opera house were a blur of panic masked by busyness, Wilbur and Tommy refusing to let the disaster of the chandelier falling from keeping the company from working on their next performance. 

You kept on working, the ring on the chain Sapnap had given you around your neck helping you to feel safe, even as the chorus girls cited the Phantom for the cause of all the distress. 

Now you were back in your dressing room, getting ready for dinner with Sapnap.

“Wander child, so lost, so helpless,” A soft voice seemed to drift down from no where, “Yearning for my guidance.” 

You looked up at the ceiling, “angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it their staring?” 

“Have you forgotten your angel?” The voice murmured, Dream appearing once again in your mirror. 

You turned to him, almost in a trance, “angel, oh, speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper.” 

Sapnap, having arrived to the opera house appeared in the door, watched as you moved toward the phantom. 

“Too long you’ve wandered the winter...” Dream continued to sing, hand outstretched to you. 

“Once again she is his.” Sapnap sang, as you started to cross the room toward the mirror where the phantom stood. 

“...far from my far reaching eyes.” 

“Wildly my mind beats against you....” You sang, transfixed. 

Behind the mask Dream grinned, “You resist. Yet your soul obeys.” 

“Once again she returns, to the arms of her angel. Angel or demon? Still he calls her, luring her back from the grave. Angel or dark seducer? Who are you strange angel?” Sapnap sang, again, more to himself than you or Dream. 

Dream beckoned you forward again,  “I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!”

“Angel of darkness, cease this torment!” Sapnap exclaimed, moving into the room properly and drawing attention to himself. 

Dream unbothered, continued to sing, “I am your angle of music! Come to me angel of music!” 

“(y/n), (y/n) listen to me! Whatever you may believe- this thing, this man is not your father!”  Sapnap yelled, “(y/n)! Let her go! For gods sake let her go!” 

Jarred by his sudden yell, you turned, the trance broken, “Sapnap...” 

Dream, unimpressed, began to clap, deadpanning, “Bravo monsieur. Such spirited words.” 

“No more tricks monsieur!” Sapnap yelled, stepping forward to put himself between you and Dream. 

“Oh, but that's not any fun. Why don’t you come closer, sir? Keep coming this way.” 

Sapnap, not liking to be challenged, stepped forward, “You cannot win her love by holding her prisoner!” 

“No- Sapnap don’t!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him back. 

He nodded resolutely, gripping your hand as you both moved toward the door, “Lets go then, no more time will be spent with this monster.” 

“Don’t go!” Dream wailed as you hurried away down the hall, “Now let it be war upon you both!” 

~~

Something was going wrong, of course it was, because when was it not?

Your entrance in Don Juan Triumphant had gone according to plan, but the man who had stepped out as Don Juan was not George, as it should have been.

You steeled yourself, trying to come up with a logical reason.

George must have gotten sick, and a stand in had taken his place, yes that must be it.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances, the games we played till now, are at an end.” The man sang, “Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting, abandon that thought and let the dream descend.”

Your panic seemed to rise, the double meaning in his words filling you with dread.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire locks the door? What sweet seduction lies before is? Past the point of no return, the final thread hold. What unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.”

You moved carefully to your next mark, trying to work out who it was in George’s place, “You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry, to the moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why, in my mind I already imagined, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided.”

You just barley stopped from trembling as you realized, it was Dream, “Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right and wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

“When will the blood being to race? When will the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” You finished, taking an only slightly shaky breath.

The phantom grabbed your hand as you both sang, “Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we’ve past the point of no return!”

Everyone in the audience seemed to hold their breath, they too knew that this was not George. The cloak that had hidden Dreams mask fell, and they gasped upon seeing the plaster smiling face.

He grinned behind the mask, and punctuated, “Say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetimes lead me, save me from my solitude.”

The words stung even before he pulled out a ring, holding it out to you, “come with me, or this whole place will come down upon us.”

Slowly you looked to the audience, Sapnap was standing in the isle, looking worried.

You couldn’t let him get hurt.

You nodded reluctantly, as he continued, “say you want me by your side anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n) that’s all I ask of-“

Slowly, you reached up, pulling the mask off his face, revealing the terribly scared face to the world.

The gasps turned into horrible screams as a curtain was raised, and Georges body tumbled onto the stage.

Almost immediately Dream flung his cloak around you, disappearing.

Sapnap ran up onto the stage, along with the crew, police officers and other patrons.

“Sapnap! Sapnap you’ve got to come with me!” Eret cried, rushing out onto the stage.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Sapnap!” They yelled again, “I know where they are!”

“But can I trust you?” He demanded.

She nodded, “yes, and remember, keep your hand up at eye level.”

“Why?”

“Punjab lasso.” Was all he offered in explication as he led Sapnap away.

~~

Soon enough Sapnap was creeping through the shadows of the phantoms layer, watching as he tried to place a wedding veil on your head, “Too bad pity comes to late, turn around and face your fate, an entirety of this before your eyes!”

You turn to face him, looking up at the mess of scares that cover his face, “this haunted face holds no horror for me now, it is in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

The phantom turned suddenly, to Sapnaps hiding place, “Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true— you have truly made my night!”

“Free her!” Sapnap yelled, stepping into the light, “do what you want to me but let her go!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” Dream laughed at you.

“Sapnap it’s useless!” You cried.

Sapnap shook his head, “I love her! Does that mean anything To you? I love her! Show some compassion!”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” Dream retorted.

He reached out toward you, “(y/n), (y/n), please let me see her!”

Dream grinned maliciously, “be my guest.”

Sapnap rushed forwards, as Dream contiued to taunt, “Monsuier, i bid you welcome, did you think that I would hurt her? Why should I make her pay, for the sins which are yours?” 

As he finished the last words the Punjab lasso came sailing out, and Sapnap barley had time to fling his arm back up as he was dragged back, the only thing keeping him from hanging being the fingers he’d wrangled between the rope and his neck. 

“No!” You cried, struggling to your feet. 

“Order your fine horses now!” Dream yelled, “Nothing now can save you, except maybe... (y/n).” 

You stood, shaking as he turned to you, “Start a new life with me- buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me now and send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” 

“(y/n), forgive me, please forgive me, I did it all for you, and all for nothing.” Sapnap sang, looking at you desperately.  

At the same time you turned toward Dream, “Farewell my fallen idol, and my false friend, one by one my delusions shattered.” 

“Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!” Dream sang.

“{all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting!} (say you love and my life is over, either way you choose, he has to win!) {for ether way you choose, you cannot win! So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?}”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Sapnap yelled. 

You looked between them desperately, “Angel of music..... {past the point of no return!} (For pity’s sake (y/n) say no! Don’t throw your life away for my sake!) Who deserves this? When will you see reason? {The Final threshold! His life is now the prize you must earn! You’ve passed the point of no return....}”

You looked at Dream, no longer trying to hide the fear that coursed through your veins, “Angel of music, you have deceived me, I gave myself blindly to you.” 

“You try my patience! Make your choice!” Dream yelled. 

Looking back at sapnap for a moment you stepped forward, whatever it would take, you would keep him safe, “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.” 

Reaching out, you took the mask from his hand, tossing it to the side as he moved closer to you as well. 

Before you could hardly blink he was kissing you, and with little more than a second thought you kissed back. 

Sapnap watched, in partials horror, until the phantom drew back, shaking as he whispered, “No one has ever kissed me- not even my own mother.” 

You nodded, and then suddenly Dream began to move across the room, grabbing a knife from somewhere as he stalked up to Sapnap.

He paused for a beat, and you could feel the terror in the room- until he slashed at the rope, and Sapnap fell the ground. 

You rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, “Sapnap! oh Sapnap!” 

“Take her,” dream wailed, “Take her and forget me, forget all of this! Leave me alone- forget all you’ve seen....”

Sapnap struggled to his feet, holding you close to him as he backed towards the channel. 

“Take the boat, leave me here, go now, please!” 

The sounds of the mob looking for Georges murderer seemed to grow louder as they grew closer.

“Hurry! Now before its too late!” Dream yelled. 

Sapnap hurriedly started to help you into the boat, but you pulled away, moving back to the Phantom, long enough to hand him the ring. 

Then you were off, turning to Sapnap as the current carried the boat away, “I’m sorry Sapnap- I couldn’t let him hurt you- I couldn’t!” 

“Shhh. It’s alright (y/n), it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He murmured, pulling you into his arms.

“Say you’ll share with me, one love one lifetime.” You sang shakily.

Sapnap nodded, “Say the word and I’ll follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning...” The sounds of your voices traveled back up the tunnel for Dream to hear. 

He sighed, looking resolutly into the distance, “You alone can make my song take flight- It’s over now, the music of the night!”

[princelyhelp]

who re-apped under a pseudonym? i had someone do that in my rp a few days ago 😭like go queen give us nothing!!

oh just this individual who i shant name ( staying on santa's nice list teehee <3 ) from c23 OAIJGAOIGJAIOGJAOIA BUT YEAH IT'S LIKE,,,,, what's the motivate here??? like i get it, youre probs doing that to avoid someone who makes you uncomfortable, def get that. though all you gotta do is block them and rp with other people ( i do that OIAJGOAIJGAIOGA AND IM GOOD WHATS UP ). but for any other reason,,,,, it's just mad weird because what

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain:  Chapter 812:  Queen:  Part III / III

Cinder flew the airship into their cave and set it on the ground. She then walked to the pannel behind her and started flipping breakers.

"What?.." Leverette nervously asked, but Cinder just kept working. A few minutes later Cinder walked around.

"Disabling the IFF." Cinder stated.

"They have one?!" Emerald asked.

"I really don't know." Cinder replied, and turned to Leverette, "And you can relax, the swords were just to let you pretend it was against your will."

"What are you going to do with me?" Leverette asked.

"Oh, I don't know?" Cinder asked, and enticingly looked at her, "Sex slave maybe?"

Emerald let in a quick shock of breath, but tried not have another reply.

Cinder turned to her and gently craddled her face. She then turned to look at Leverette. "What did your bandit friends do to girls they captured?" Leverette looked down nervously. "They think we'll do the same." Leverette looked up at her curiously. "What?" Cinder asked, "If I want to be the queen bitch of the badlands, I'll need people I can trust. Mercury and Emerald have never failed me, and I will expect the same from you."

Emerald looked about nervously while Mercury looked at her, "She's not as bad as she seems."

"I am trying." Cinder replied.

"And annihilating a bandit tribe is good?" Leverette asked.

"Legally?" Cinder asked her, "Yes. At the moment that's the best I've got. But, as I said, the point is to help me become the queen bitch of the badlands, not to become an especially good person."

"You keep me clothed and fed," Leverette stated, "and I will follow you to the ends of Remnant."

"That's not nearly far enough." Cinder stated, "Follow me, and we'll turn you into a Huntress." Leverette just looked at her, lost and confused. "You have a Semblance."

"But?.." Leverette tried to ask.

"But nothing." Cinder replied, as she turned to the ramp out of the back.

* * *

Neo walked up to Jaune on his way up the stairs. "Yes?" he asked, and she looked about nervously, and he did the most amazing thing to her, he knelt down. "How are you?" he asked, and she looked at him, completely unsure of what to say. After a moment of slack-jawed pause she shook her head and pulled a card out it, showing it to Jaune. Jaune just stared at it, his turn to be dumbstuck. "There's not... you can't..."

Neo eagerly nodded her head at him, and rocked it side-to-side. The card was an official licence as a Huntress.

"So?.." Jaune asked, and paused. He stood up and looked down at her as he thought this over, "Even if you weren't certified, you're saying you want to join us as a Huntress?" Neo nodded her head. "Do you want to be a minion?" he asked, and she looked at him curiously.

* * *

* * *

Aurora handed Ruby cookies. "You are the best - whatever you are - ever!" Ruby exclaimed, and pulled her in for a hug.

* * *

Jaune sat on a couch in the lounge with Neo sitting opposite him. Aurora walked in with tea and cookies. She placed the platter on the table off to the side, and prepared portions for the both of them. "Milk or sugar?" Aurora asked Neo, who just gave her a confused look in reply. "Then I shant." She placed a small plate with cookes, along with a saucer and tea cup in front of the pair before stepping off to the side. Neo took a bite from one of the cookies before giving Aurora an amazed look.

"Try the tea." Jaune said. He meant to say it off-hand, but his booming voice turned it into a command. Neo tried the tea and gave another amazed look. Jaune put his tea cup down. "As it is, right now, Ren and Nora, along with Ilia, Ciel, and Penthesilea are considered minions." Neo gave him a questioning look, "The name was Nora's idea. Anyways, we take 5% of our total income, and spread it among the family, and the... well... minions as discretionary income." Neo gave him another curious look before taking another sip, at which point it turned into elation. "An allowance." Jaune said, "For your personally spending. Another 5% is kept for retirement, managed by Aurora. Everything else goes to the house fund, which covers the maintenance, and well, upgrades." Neo looked at him curiously, "I plan to turn the servant's quarters into actual rooms."

"Nora would want you to talk about the llama." Aurora said with a smile.

"And sheep and a guard llama." Jaune said, causing Neo to give him another curious look. "Apparently it's a thing, and works really well. Anyways, we have land and plan to make sure of it. If you want to become a minion all of your everyday expenses will be covered."

Neo thought it over for a moment before finishing her cookie with another amazed look. She breathed in to even herself out and looked back at Jaune. She acted as if she were adjusting a cap with a full brim.

"No stabbing anyone." Jaune stated, and Neo glowered at him. "Unless they are actually attacking us." Neo continued to glare at him for a few more moments before nodding.

* * *

Neo stuck her head out of the lounge as she watched Jaune approach the stairs, and looked completely surprised when he went down instead of up.

* * *

Jaune walked in with her three most prized possessions. She quickly placed the cap on her head, and held her umbrella in her right hand while holding Roman's cane in her left. She then curiously looked between her hands. She turned towards the couch, before nervously looking back over her shoulder. She looked back at the couch, moved the cane and umbrella towards it, and again, paused, looking over her shoulder. She placed the two on the couch and nervously turned back around. She turned her head for a moment to make sure they were still there before turning to Jaune. She pulled the hat off her head before rifling through it. She triumphantly pulled out a card and gave it to Jaune. He looked at the card before looking back at her. While he was looking away, Neo looked behind her to make sure the cane and umbrella were still there. She looked back before Jaune raised his head.

"You made Ilia a Huntress?" he asked. Neo wasn't sure how to reply for a moment before simply shrugging.

"Perhaps she thought it could prove useful to her?" Aurora asked, and Neo turned her head towards her to nod before quickly looking back at her things on the couch to make sure they were still there.

Jaune quickly stepped towards Neo whom nearly cowed as his titanic form approached her. Before she could react, or know how to react, he had pulled her into a hug. "Thank you." he said before giving a quick kiss on the top of her head. He then let her go and stepped back, "Sorry. Habbit with my sisters."

"One of your many defence mechanisms against them?" Aurora asked.

"Being good at hugging is ESSENTIAL when you have seven sisters." Jaune simply stated.

* * *

Yang stood on the battlements, just looking out. Neo walked by twirling her umbrella. She used the crook to tip her hat at Yang. Jaune walked out shortly behind her. "So?" Yang asked, and looked him deep in the eyes, "We trust her now?"

"Of course not." Jaune replied, and Neo just continued to walk along, twirling her umbrella.

"But you gave her, you know, her stabby?" Yang asked.

"Yes, I did." Jaune stated.

"Ookkaayy..." Yang voiced, "Have you lost what's left of your fucking mind?! I mean..."

"I promise, this is the last really stupid thing I do." Jaune said, and Yang looked lovingly at him, "Until we get settled in."

"Fair enough." Yang stated. "You think I can do a few stupid things?"

Jaune stepped up beside her and they looked out at the mountains around them. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know, you know, accusing everyone of cheating, trying to push the family apart." Jaune kissed her on the head. "There you go being all daddly again. You sure this isn't a mistake?"

"Neo?" Jaune asked.

"That ones still up in the air, but no."

"Cinder?" Jaune asked.

Yang pulled him even closer, putting her head on his shoulder. "Us, silly." Jaune's reply was to give her a kiss on the lips.

"That's one thing that isn't a mistake. I love you girls more than anything else, and I know you care about each other, too."

"And what about Aurora?"

"Maybe a step below Ren and Nora?" Jaune asked.

"So, I know I've been a bitch about, but I need to you tell me one more time. One more time and I promise I'll bequiet." Jaune gently pet her hair. "Alright, here it goes, just tell me, you're not after Aurora, are you?"

"As I keep telling you," he gently said to her, his voice nearly sending a shiver down her spine, "no. I have four wives, and I barely make it through the night." This caused Yang to start snickering. She gently pulled away and then pulled his hand into hers. "Alright, what if we wanted to?"

"That's your mistake to make." Jaune stated.

"Just like that?" Yang asked.

"I'm not just going to fuck a girl because you girls tell me to." Jaune replied, "But if you want totry, that's your mistake to make. I am CERTAINLY not going out of my way to find them. You girls are stuck with my, in a big, shiny new castle."

"Not shiny, not new, but surprisingly sweet. Like dad's baking. Aurora, though, she's on a whole 'nother level."

"I honestly don't know if I've said this before, because the last couple of weeks..." Jaune voiced and paused, "But I want to make sure this gets out there, unequivocally. I love you, Yang Xiao Long."

"Yang Arc." Yang said with glee.

"You can't all be Arcs." Jaune said.

"Why not?" Yang asked

"Because that would get WAY TOO CONFUSING. Do you want to give Aurora a migraine?"

"You know what?" Yang asked, "I think she'd find a way to make it work."

"Honestly, I'd hate to choose between you, but think I kind of have to marry at least one of you girls to make this work."

"Aren't we already married?" Yang asked.

"I meant legally."

"Alright, well, as long as you promise it won't change anything else, me and Ruby don't really care, but if you picked Weiss, I'm sure it would royally piss off her father, and I like that idea. Blake's kind of a princess, and if you married her you might end up like king of Menagerie, or however that works. That said, we have our own fricken castle."

* * *

Jaune and Yang sat on a couch in their ante-chambre. First Ruby, then Blake, then Weiss walked through the door. She used her Semblance to close the door. She walked over to sit on the other couch, between Ruby and Blake.

"Alright, so, one?" Jaune asked, "Neo is apparently a Huntress."

"What, seriously?" Yang asked.

"I doubt she did it legitimately." Jaune stated, "But legally?, yes. She also wants to be a minion."

"Is that why?" Blake asked, and they all looked at her, "She's walking around, looking like she wants to stab people."

"Probably, yes." Jaune stated.

Yang then sat forward to speak up, "Jaune promises to not do any other stupid things until we get settled in."

"Was that truly his statement?" Weiss asked, "Of course it was."

"More importantly, we got to get hitched." Yang added

"But, we are?" Ruby asked

"I mean legally." Jaune stated, "I think it's kind of important that legally I marry at least one of you?"

Ruby then raised her hand, "Will your wife get extra privileges?"

"No." Jaune stated, "I still intend to treat you all equally."

"I say we put it to a vote." Blake stated.

"Just like that?" Weiss asked.

"Everyone just say the first name that comes to your head." Yang stated. She then looked to Jaune. Jaune looked between everyone individually before looking back at Yang, "Weiss." she said.

"What?" Weiss asked.

Jaune then looked at Ruby. "Weiss." she stated.

Jaune then looked at Weiss, who was blue-flushed, looking around nervously. Jaune then looked to Blake. "Weiss." she stated.

"Well." Jaune voiced, "I think that settles it."

Weiss looked to Ruby, "Et tu, Darling?" she asked.

"What?" Ruby asked, "You're really Weissy, but in a good way. I mean, here, you're Weissy-ness is like REALLY useful."

"Exactly." Yang stated.

"She has Weissified the household." Blake said with a smile, causing Weiss to scoff.

"You cannot simply make up words as you need to." Weiss admonished.

"Is Weissy a word?" Yang asked her.

Weiss nervously looked down. "I'm afraid so?"

"Then so is Weissified. I don't make the rules."

Weiss nervously looked down. She then looked up at Yang, "Is this merely a way to get me to do the household budget?"

"You already do." Blake added.

"It seems I do." Weiss replied.

"Exactly!" Ruby exclaimed, "You're Weissiness will save us!"

Weiss breathed in deep, causing her light blue flush to diminish but not vanish. "Perhaps I should accept this offer. But, if I am to be the wife, I want the right to administer spanking." She smiled as she said this, thinking it was a joke.

"You already do." Yang said to her.

Weiss' eyes grew wide as it dawned on her, "It seems I do."