#woosh its all gone.

[vaaarnarebog]

can sb help me. i scrunged up a new phone bc my old beloved one's screen started glitching in a way i couldnt fix, but the new one (redmi note 12 4g) keeps refresshing all apps after i change focus for one second. i cant live like this. i also really would like to try everything else before installing a diffrent os bc i hate the setup process it takes me a log time to get it as i like it :/

[sillverstreets]

what the fuck

[rizzmin]

lmao i learned one more thing today, I am so replaceable lmao

[the-californicationist]

he lets you watch

When you overhear Captain Price watching porn in his office, you decide to turn his fantasies into a reality.

Link to AO3

MDNI/18+

TW: femdom, gagging, one slap

You were working late. Again. It was the most frustrating part of any operation: recon review. All the footage collected from all the soldiers’ body cams had to be reviewed and documented. Any dialogue? Syntactically tagged. Any shots fired? Counted. Any kills? Confirmed. You were glad to help the team, but this stage of discovery was dreadfully boring. 

Even worse, your new-found crush on your captain was driving you insane. To be honest, you’d had your eye on him for a while. There was something about a man in charge, but it was when this last set of footage came through that you really went off the deep end. 

Price had gone with Gaz into a warehouse that was suspected of housing enemy munitions, and the captain had uncovered crates and crates of target-marking spray paint. Huge canisters that attached to the bottoms of planes were all stuck in little rows, lined up and ready to use. 

Unfortunately for the captain, one of the canisters was propped open on the top of its box, and when he lifted the lid, he got covered in red dye. You watched it explode, covering the camera, and then when it reconnected, there he was. Shirtless. Down to his boxer briefs. Wiping red dye off of himself with his clothes. Gaz had brought a full kit, so Price was changing out, hoping to stay covert and camouflaged in the clean gear. Couldn’t well be a glowing red dot while trying to escape enemy territory. 

His chest was broad and full of dense, dark hair, laying flat like soft fur, untrimmed and natural. His beard was streaked red, and half his face was painted, making him look like an ancient Celt, ready for brutal highland battles and bedding willing lassies. He was frustrated by his accident, so all of his movements were sharp and aggressive, his muscles raging and wrestling against his skin. Then, he moved closer to the camera, and the bulge in his underwear became glaringly apparent. 

Hung. Thick. Not so long that it was out of place, but heavy. His cock was imposing, and when he readjusted himself, you could see how dense the muscle really was. You couldn’t help but pause the film, staring, in glorious 4k. You nearly had to wipe the drool from your mouth. 

Price looked so confident here. He was always self-assured, but sometimes, when you spoke with him, there was something that he was holding back. Some shyness perhaps, maybe just a reserved nature, but not here. Not in his livid rage, he was like a wounded beast - angry and virile. Full of righteous energy. It made you imagine making him come undone in other ways, in the ways a woman was meant to make a beast like that come apart at the seams. Ripping the constricting threads and freeing the hulking creature looming within. 

Now, he was sitting in his office, right next to yours, and he’d started watching footage of his own. Or, at least, you thought that he was watching the cams…until you heard a woman’s salacious moan penetrate the thin wall between you. 

Your eyes grew wide, and your breath caught in your chest. You sat in the silence of your office, hearing your heart pound in your ears. You waited to hear it again, just to be sure.

Then, a very quiet, 

“You wanna come?”

You let out the breath you’d been holding. It wooshed from you like a wave crashing against miles and miles of sand. 

Something snapped, some darkness possessed you. You found yourself standing, walking toward the door to his office. It was so late, everyone else had turned in. Just you and him in the west hall of the base awake. He never slept, it seemed. A night owl like you. 

You opened his door without knocking. You’d never done that before, and objectively, it was a truly insane choice. 

In your mind, his hand had lingered when he took his cup of coffee from your hands. In your imagination, he’d cocked a sly smile when you made a joke, just between you and him. You thought you’d seen him checking out your ass in the gym. But, you didn’t have any real proof. 

Popping open his door was the equivalent of pulling the trigger on a bazooka. 

He stood, caught like a fox in a snare, his chair clattering as you came into the room and shut the door behind you quickly. 

“Sergeant, uh,” he recovered, “What happened?”

“Captain.” 

It was a full sentence. And, it was all you had. You were finished. 

The video was still playing. The lurid slapping of skin on skin. Her over-acted moans, his ritual panting. Every few seconds, you counted three, there was another soft,

“You like that, daddy?”

You smiled. He turned red, just like he’d been painted again. 

“Sergeant, I was just…”

He paused the movie. Then, with his body, with the hand roughly rubbing down his face, with the palm tightly covering his mouth, he said a million other words. He was still pink with shame, and then he laughed,

“Yeah, no. I was ‘bout to have a wank. Not sure why I was trying to make you believe otherwise, love. Sorry. It’s too loud?”

You smiled wider. His genuine honesty was so smooth and effortless. A thief caught with his hands in the cookie jar, begging you to punish him for it. 

“No,” you shook your head, “Just wanted to see what you were watching.”

He didn’t register what you said at first, still staring down at his boots. Then, realization washed over him and he looked up at you, eyes shining, brows arched.

“Oh? That so?”

You nodded,

“Let me see what’s got you up so late.”

The captain rubbed a big, calloused hand across his mouth, smoothing his beard, a bit nervous. Then, he pulled a chair around and motioned for you to sit beside him. You sat. He sat. He hit play. 

A woman was straddling a man, both of them hairless and slick like brand new Barbie dolls, spray-tan orange and bleach-blond hair. Americans. She was riding his larger than average dick slowly, deliberately slow, edging him with her pussy. She had a hand around his throat, grasping his jaw tightly, pushing his head back. He was tied to the chair, straining against it, clearly desperate as he writhed beneath her, fighting his restraints. 

“Please, baby. Please, let me come?” He begged. 

“You wanna come, daddy?” She teased. 

“Yeah, can I come?” He begged. 

“Ah-ah! I don’t think so…” She teased. 

Begging. Teasing. Begging. Teasing. A vicious, uncontrollable cycle of cruelty on her part, always pulling the proverbial carrot farther and farther from his snapping jaws. 

You turned to Price who was watching, rapt. He noticed you staring at him. Before he turned to face you, he smiled, sighing,

“Sometimes, when you’re the one barking orders all day, it’d be nice to turn your head off and follow someone else’s for a change.”

“You could follow my orders,” some psychotic part of you spoke. 

He gripped the side of the chair, his once-relaxed hands now making the cheap aluminum frame creak and pop. 

“What’d you say, Sergeant?”

“You heard me, Captain,” you didn’t know if you should call an exorcist or what. Who was this version of yourself and how quickly was she going to get you court martialed?

“You think you can order me around?”

You leaned in, close enough to smell the tobacco on his breath, Cuban cigars leaving earthy notes of vanilla and licorice behind. You whispered,

“I know I can.”

He breathed out, his exhale caressing your lips, threatening to kiss you. 

You didn’t move. Not a muscle. You locked eyes with him, 

“Sit on your hands, Captain.”

“Sergeant,” he tried to kiss you, but you pulled away quickly. 

Part of your body screamed at you, wondering why you’d avoid his advances, but your mind knew what he wanted. He needed to lose control. For a man like Price to lose it, it must be taken from him. Forcibly. 

“I said sit... on... them,” you sneered, making yourself larger by standing over him, placing your hands on his thighs to press into his skin. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, patronizing and light-hearted. It made you want to break him of that habit. Of thinking you were just his sergeant. Just the girl who brought him coffee. Just his gym buddy. 

He still hadn’t complied, chuckling to himself. Out of no where, you straight up fucking slapped him. Hard. Right across the jaw. Grabbing him by the collar,

“Sit on your fucking hands, soldier. That’s an order,” you barked. 

He sat on his hands, staring at you like you had doused yourself in gasoline and caught yourself on fire, in awe.

You pushed his chair back until you had room to move in front of him, and you began peeling off your clothes, one by one. Your shirt, your cargos, your bra, your panties; they all ended up on the floor, leaving you naked and touching yourself lazily, letting your hands wander. 

He moved to lift his hands off his seat, wanting to touch, so you backed away from him. It was a warning: move and this ends. Follow my orders, and I’ll stay. He settled back down. 

“You know, I should punish you for slapping me, Sergeant. That’s insubordination,” he chided, trying to regain control of the situation. 

You took your panties off the ground and found the wet stain he’d caused, showing it to him coyly, like you’d picked up a pretty shell from the beach. It gleamed in the light of his desk lamp. Then, you walked over to him, swaying your hips, and bent down as if to kiss him. 

As he opened his mouth to kiss you back, you pushed your panties into it, past his teeth, clutching at his jaw with the other hand as roughly as you could, knowing you couldn’t hurt him. You shushed his surprised noises, putting a finger to his lip,

“Shh, Captain. That’s enough. You’re not in charge anymore, are you?”

He furrowed his brow as if he would fight back, as if he would remove his hands and teach you a lesson. Then, as he tasted you on his tongue, he realized that you were offering prizes for obedience. He would reap the rewards, if he was willing to play along. His face softened, and he shook his head no. 

“Good boy,” you whispered. 

You kissed his mouth, awkwardly, since it was full of your wet panties, there was little he could do except experience your kisses. He reacted as if he wanted to kiss you back, and as you moved to kiss his jawline, he moaned. 

Price’s moans were rumbling and deep, long and low like a bull elephant’s roar. You wanted to drag that noise out of him again. Your hand found his belt buckle, and you rugged at it, willing it to loosen. As you kissed his neck, you drug down his zipper and freed his cock from the fabric. 

The captain was not soft. If anything, he was harder than he should’ve been for a little teasing and some neck kisses. You decided to use that to his disadvantage,

“My, my, my. Someone’s eager…”

You tugged up and down with length in a long, languid massage, feeling how his foreskin slipped over the head and down the shaft, smooth and supple. He was hairy around the root of his cock, just as you’d hoped, and after seeing the video of him covered in paint, you wished you could strip him down and run your fingernails through his chest hair, delicately scratching his skin and peaked nipples. 

For now, you spit on his cockhead, using it as lube as you rubbed him. He threw his head back in ecstasy. You removed your hand. He snapped back to attention, staring at you a bit desperate for relief. 

You giggled, 

“Is this for me, or for her?”

Pointing over your shoulder, you motioned to the paused video. You took your hand away, feigning hurt feelings.

His body arched toward you, missing your touch, and he shook his head, trying to say something. 

“For her? How disappointing,” you pouted, playing with the head of his cock with one finger, drawing circles around the edge. 

Price was saying something muffled through the fabric of your panties, shaking his head, scooting his chair closer with a quick thrust of his hips, making his cock flag from the jolting movement. 

“You know,” you whispered, drawing him in with your quiet tone, “if this was for me, I’d really be looking forward to feeling it inside of me.”

“Mmm. Mm, mm!” He tried to correct you, his shoulders straining as he pulled them forward, struggling against his self-imposed restraint. 

“Oh?” You caressed his face, rubbing your hand through his soft beard, feeling the stubble on his chin, “It is for me after all?”

“Mm hm,” he nodded, leaning his cheek into your palm, eyes hooded with relief. 

You could tell he was enjoying the game. You were enjoying it, too. You could feel how wet you were, watching him gaze at your shining folds hungry. Impatient. 

“In that case…” you straddled him, planting your knees on either side of his hips, trapping his cock between you both. His body felt warm, and his breathing was labored. 

You rubbed your wetness up and down his shaft, spreading yourself along his length, making wet little sounds as you smeared him until he was slippery. 

Carefully, you moved his head into your eager pussy, your walls pounding for him like a heartbeat. Then, you held his throat with your hand, forcing him to look at you. 

“You don’t get to come until I tell you to. Do you understand, soldier?”

“Mm, hm,” he nodded, rolling in the ecstasy of your tight cunt. 

“Good, boy.”

[thepixelelf]

prompt: "what am i supposed to do while you're gone?" "what do you usually do when i'm gone?" "wait for you to come back"

warnings: implied fwb; recast fic

[nights before] Joshua doesn't do mornings after.

Or, it's more accurate to say, he didn't do mornings after.

He blames that on your unreasonably comfortable bed. After all, what other possible reason could there be to feel so warm, so at home in a place that certainly isn't his. What other reason could he have to want to smother himself to death in your pillows, or to hold you close enough to—

"I gotta go," you mumble, voice filtered in the slow, quiet way the morning always forces on you. His fingers twitch to hold you closer, but Joshua forces his arms to stay limp while you slip away. He keeps his eyes shut while you go through the motions of your routine, listening to the sounds you make. The click of the light switch in the bathroom, the soft pad of your footsteps, the steady woosh of the sink when you wash your hands.

He sits up a bit before you emerge from the bathroom, eyes lazily squinted while he scours the room for his shirt. It has to be somewhere.

"Don't hurt yourself there, buddy," you say when you see what he's doing. Bending down, you pick up his shirt from the foot of the bed and throw it at him. The shirt flops over his head, and you chuckle at how slowly he reacts. Groggily, he pulls the shirt on, a smile creeping its way onto his lips.

"Thanks." He twiddles his thumbs. "Where are you going so early?"

You snort, checking yourself in the mirror before glancing back at him on the bed. "It's ten already."

"On a Saturday. And that doesn't answer my question."

Laughing again at his naturally cheeky demeanour, you explain, "One of my meetings was moved to earlier for some reason. I shouldn't be out for that long, but you're welcome to stick around and gather yourself instead of running out with your tail between your legs."

(Joshua likes your smirk too much to care about the implications of your words.)

He tilts his head to the side. "So you're saying I can wait for you."

"Now when did I say that?" you tease, a brow raised. Even though you don't say it, he hears a yes in the way you smile.

It's always been like this. Playful. Teasing. Anything but serious.

Joshua is too scared to make it anything else.

"Well what am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

You approach the bed, casually putting your hands on your hips. "I don't know. What do you usually do when I'm gone?"

"Wait for you to come back."

Playfully rolling your eyes at his goofy smile, you reach out a hand. "You're such a dork."

Joshua falls back onto your sheets when you poke his forehead, giggles erupting from his chest. These mornings, he could get used to.

The sounds of your footsteps walking away jolt him upright once more.

"Just one," he calls out. "Before you go."

Joshua made one rule when this whole unorthodox arrangement started: no kissing. You'd both reasoned later to change the rule to no lip-to-lip action, although you were very understanding of his hesitancy. He told you there was too much intimacy in traditional kisses — you might fall in love with him if you get to kiss his luscious lips, he'd said.

He shouldn't have been worried about you falling in love, though. Even with the rule, he's in trouble.

You smile as you once again approach the bed, and Joshua knows he's in deep because when you brush back the hair that tickles his eyelids and press a slow, warm kiss on his forehead, he treasures it so much more than anything that happened the night before.

[eepyuii]

to embrace and consume

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to enemies to lovers?

cw ; violence, choking, frequent mention of injuries and blood, blood drinking, hurt/comfort? angst??? kinda???

notes ; sorry folks, not a new frostbite chapter!!!! life still pretty hectic, preparing for college now but i’ve had this idea for a while now and i thought trying out a oneshot would be cool!!! :3

this is kinda like an alternate reality of frostbite where the reader and childe still grew up together but they do actually grow to hate each other instead of that pussy shit i wrote before LMFAO. perhaps in this instance the reader didn’t join the fatui or maybe moved away from snezhnaya??? idk and they face off like they did in the golden house

also bear with me with this idea… i got it from that video of the boxer’s laying down and rubbing blood all over each others faces IM SORRY I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS RLY COOL ;w; this is the steamiest thing i can write that’s not smut, i don’t think i could ever write smut

ANYWAY I HOPE U LIKE IT

small tip-taps of two children running simultaneously. uncontrollable giggles echo from either side. they run circles around each other, in an infinite futile attempt of catching one another— they care not, for the point isn’t to win.

silent, calculated footsteps. they’re slow and careful, like a predator and its prey rounding each other, or perhaps even two predators— they only serve to postpone the inevitable clash of claw and teeth, in which only one will leave alive.

ajax tackles you into a bed of snow that steadily cushions your fall. he falls on top of you with a ‘puff!’ and you’ve both gone past the point of any hope in containing your laughter, chests shaking against each other as you cackle. you feel your head grow warm from the excitement and exertion, the fluffy snow that surrounds it creating a pleasant juxtaposition.

right as the two of you have finally managed to catch your breaths, panting out the last few giggles remaining inside you, ajax’s mouth grows into a devious grin. he leans back above you, arms winding back behind him… and lunges down at you— his small skittering fingers tickling your sides in a vicious attack. you roar in unceasing laughter as you shake from side to side in a futile effort to evade your best friend’s tickles.

“aja- ahahah.. s-stop! i can’t- hahah.. can’t breathe!”

the first arrow is fired, you dodge— then the second, then the third. they’re shot almost rhythmically, very predictably into your previous position, like childe is expecting you to dodge them. his expression is unreadable, unrecognizable even. he’s entirely unrecognizable to you. thinking about it nearly distracts you from the woosh of his arrows around you and the sound rushing water as he charges the next one with hydro energy, but your instincts thankfully take the wheel and allow you to evade childe’s onslaught of arrows almost subconsciously.

you’ve long since given up on maintaining a poker face, as your expression had slid down into a frown of pure resentment. you hate him, whatever he is right now— not ajax for sure. it feels as though it’s been an eternity since that name last left your mouth, the fond familiarity that it set on your tongue long dead, much like the boy the name once belonged to. he’s dead now, he must be.

within a flurry of varied attacks, a particular sharp wave of water finally outsmarts you— you’re a breath away from successfully evading it when it slashes your bicep in a cut as thin as a hair strand with a sting that feels cold and ruthless against your skin. the coldness of the cut is quickly replaced with a seeping warmth, your blood slowly making its way out of the incision as you huff with frustration and finally decide to get on the offensive. your polearm swooshes through the air with heavy, vicious swings hellbent on landing on your opponent.

a millisecond after one of your swings lands on childe’s shoulder, he’s already reacting with a near animalistic growl and unforgiving slashes of his transformed hydro blades.

and so ensues a bloodthirsty back-and-forth.

it’s akin to a battle between birds of prey, or africanized bees— violently and ceaselessly, the two of you clash at the center of the battlefield and the sheer force of your exchange in hits and counterattacks pushes you back apart, sending either one to opposite poles of the arena. two magnets on the wrong end that insist on approaching each other by the pure drive of utter hatred.

childe, much like his namesake, still manages to find a window to be cocky and throws taunting words at you with an overconfident smirk. even as a living weapon of war, he doesn’t forsake his immaturity.

after feeling like you might die from laughing too hard, you finally obtain the advantage on ajax and his fierce onslaught of tickles and manage to push him off of you— he lands on the snow behind him with an equally cushioned ‘puff!’. you stand over him, half-triumphant and half-malicious with the intent of paying him back in full for his sudden attack.

ajax comprehends your wordless intention immediately and kicks his feet into the ground to slowly back away from you as nervous giggles leave his lips. like a reversed déjà vu, you wind your arms back to prepare your own tickling power— only now, as your in the midst of lunging down at your best friend, he disappears and you land face down on the snow, ajax’s roaring laughter ringing out from a distance behind you.

it doesn’t take much to spot the fiery blur of ginger hair, plus his favorite red scarf, zooming through the trees. you start chuckling once again and take off after him.

“get back here, ajax!”

“you’ll never catch me, slowpoke!” he taunts.

“all you do is run!” you retort.

a raspy grumble escapes childe, one that sounds a lot like the words ‘all you do is run!’, but you’re far too simultaneously tired and pumped with adrenaline to process it properly. thinking those words are truly what he said brings a burning to your chest, one unlike the physical injuries you’re sustaining— no, it feels more like the ache of a fond memory now long lost. you can’t bring yourself to remember why that would be the case.

you’re both exhausted at this point, panting uncontrollably, movements turning sluggish.

childe’s steps falter, knees shaking as if he’s about to fall, and he braces himself to summon the power of his delusion as violet sparks of electricity emit from him. you feel the hairs on the back of your head rise to attention as you tense up and prepare for the new challenge your opponent seems to pose— only for him to utterly fail.

being far too weak, the electro particles dissipate and childe’s legs finally give in when he falls to the ground with a miserable groan. shouldn’t have left his delusion as a last resort.

that previous seeping warmth of blood has since taken over your entire body as you’re practically dripping in your own blood, soon enough it’s far too much for you to handle and you join childe as you slump on the floor pathetically. the silence becomes deafening as both you and your opponent become far too incapacitated to do anything but pant and stare at each other with burning glares ridden with loathing.

you utterly despise him. how far he’s fallen, how much he’s done. all for the sake of a loveless ruler and the thrill of the bloodshed she promises him.

“i-i…” you mutter, voice strained and shaky, yet it still catches childe’s attention in full. “i hate you.”

those three words seem to irk childe to his very core, as his anger grows into seething growls completely rid of any previous composure. he roars ferally as he uses his remaining strength to launch at you, slamming you down into the cold floor. your head painfully lands against the hard surface and leaves you with an overwhelming ache in your cranium.

a shaky but determined hand rises to your throat and tries its mightiest to squeeze. your own hands immediately rise to fight back and push him away, feeling the air in your throat grow thinner and thinner. you instinctively panic and thrash under him, terrified that you might actually die by childe’s hands, like pathetic prey. your heart is drumming in your ears like it itself is drowning in a panic attack. oh god you’re going to die.

miraculously, your protests prove to be needles as the harbinger himself doesn’t have the strength to properly choke you to death—he gives up and resorts to just looming over you while choked, heaving breaths and coughs leave you, filling in the silence. within the dizzy haze that your head injury brings, your vision blurs for a moment and you’re almost able to see the shining face of a grinning, ginger-haired young boy above you. it’s gone within the next second.

you wonder if childe sees the same thing you do. you wonder if he, even for a millisecond, sees your giggly younger self beneath him. you wonder if that’s what makes him falter in his attempt to strangle you.

your questions seem to be sensed by him and wordlessly answered as he slowly lowers his forehead to yours, tired eyes falling to a close. his nose drips blood like a faucet and it lands warmly onto your face. you’re far too tired to bring yourself to care about it, you just close your own eyes instead. you remain like that for a while, just breathing in the metallic scent of each other’s blood. your wounds scream at you, you don’t listen— you listen to childe’s journey into regulating his breathing instead and subconsciously follow suit. you’re so unbelievably fucking tired, you’re 99% confident you’ll pass out underneath childe any moment now. there aren’t enough words in the world to explain what happens next.

a sudden wetness drags itself across your face and you perplexedly open your eyes to discover that it turns out to be childe dragging his blood-soaked face against yours, cheek rubbing onto your own and spreading crimson all over it— like a slobbering puppy. it’s utterly inexplicable.

just like how it’s utterly inexplicable that you don’t pull away. no, you laugh. you’d like to blame it on your delirious exhaustion, how you just stay and accept it. allow your blood to mix with his, more than it ever would’ve if you had just killed each other and been done with it. childe soon joins you with his own weak giggles and the two of you, for even a fraction of a moment, feel like children again.

it’s mindless, it’s silly, it’s uncaring. like you’re merely playing in the snow again and rubbing the melting snow that clings onto your faces on each other.

your hands irrationally rise to cup childe’s cheeks but you still don’t think to push him away, nor does he think to leave your touch. it’s utterly familiar and completely foreign all at once. though not as much as what happens next— in the harbinger’s mission to slobber blood all over you, your lips brush several times but neither act upon it. until childe finally decides to firmly clamp his mouth onto yours, like a parched man desperate for water.

he kisses you. and it’s okay, you’re okay. you’re both okay.

the sanguine soup that you two create inevitably to slither into your mouth and you gulp it down— it feels like the freshest sip of water you’ve ever taste. you must’ve hit your head catastrophically hard. you feel childe’s content sigh blow over you from his nose and realize you’ve got your own sigh of utter fulfillment to let out. perhaps this is more familiar than it is foreign, this subconscious affection. perhaps if you had had more time together, grown up together, you would’ve noticed the effortless childhood connection the two of you had would’ve blossomed into something more at some point. you know it would have.

you know this because you and childe seem to only kiss harder and deeper, pulling away only when breathing seems to be absolutely necessary and falling back in. drinking more of each other’s blood, intertwining further. the taste makes you nearly delirious.

you pass out from exhaustion in each other’s arms, both thinking that it might not be so terrible to be killed by the other’s hand if it means you’d get to consume each other so purely once again.

[elexuscal]

[redacted]

Un-Redacted

As Dr. Ayda Mensah discussed various colony evacuation options, a small removed part of her considers the command deck of The Perihelion. It possessed plush, comfortable chairs, a pleasing blue and white colour scheme, easily readable displays, and multiple clear exits. All told, on her internal ranking of Places To Be Making Life Or Death Decisions, it warranted a solid third place. (An even more removed part of her gave a wry laugh at her possession of such a list.)

"We were prepared to house a significant portion of the colonist population aboard, at least in an interim capacity," crew-member Iris was saying. "Obviously, though, the contamination situation means that isn't viable, so we'll--"

SecUnit stood up.

Ayda caught the movement out of the corner of her eyes. Honed instinct whipped her head around. SecUnit was tensed, its expression startled, alarmed.

Scared.

Blood rushing, Ayda's white-knuckled hands gripped the edge of her chair. "SecUnit, what's wrong?"

By the time she'd finished saying the words-- almost faster than she can see, faster than she could blink-- it was already at the other side of the room.

All conversation had stopped. The Perihelion had looked up from their paperwork, and even Pin-Lee had dredged herself from the legal documentation, the group collectively trying not to stare and not quite succeeding. Other people began repeating the same questions, asking if there was some danger, but Ayda could barely hear it, could barely feel her own body.

What now. What could possible have gone wrong now?

[SecUnit?] she asked.

It didn't respond.

Its expression had evolved past alert, past panic, to something wild. Its eyes were roving around the room, as if tracking something she couldn't see. Its drones were doing the same-- or were trying to. One fell out of the air, then a second, clunk, clunk. And still it wouldn't respond.

"What? What's going on?" And Amena's voice over the calm cut through the noise like no one else's could. "Has something happened?"

"Unclear." Remarkable, how steady her voice is. "SecUnit's responding to something, but we can't tell what."

Captain Seth prompted, "Any insights, Perihelion?"

[Our situation remains stable,] the ship's AI intoned. [SecUnit is sending warning alerts in the feed, but they appear distorted and irrelevant to the situation at hand. Further communication attempts are not being received.]

"Why not!?"

Despite the abject terror on SecUnit's face, it wasn't trembling. It never trembled.

[Unclear,] Perihelion echoed.

At some point in the exchange, Ayda had gotten to her feet. But of all of them, the crew-member Matteo had been sitting closest to where SecUnit now stood, and they were the one to reach it first. "Hey there buddy," they said, voice and gestures placating. "Can you hear me--"

A blur, a woosh.

When the scene resolved itself, Three had SecUnit pressed against the wall, holding itself between Matteo and the other SecUnit.

Her mind reeled, trying to piece together what had happened, but it was all too fast. Had SecUnit done something threatening, or had Three simply assumed--?

Now SecUnit was pressed into the kind of hold that would threaten a choke a human, but it wasn't fighting back. Not really. Ayda knew what that would look like, knew its speed and brutality, and this wasn't it. Instead SecUnit was flailing, kicking ineffectually, or trying to, letting out a sound terribly close to a whine--

"Three," Ayda barked. "Let it go."

Voice muffled slightly, Three began, "It is not advisable--"

"GET AWAY!" SecUnit shouted, "GET OFF, GET OFF, GET OFF--"

Perihelion ordered, [Let. It. Go.]

Three let SecUnit go.

"SecUnit!" Ayda said, rushing towards it, but stopping herself before she got too close into its personal face.

It had fallen to the ground when Three had dropped it, and now was clambering unsteadily to its feet. Ayda had seen it more graceful after literally being pummelled by reprogrammed assassins. "Coldstone," she said, and this time something got through, because its gaze steadied on her.

"Dr. Mensah?'

"Yes, yes, I'm here."

"You can't--" it began, and then jerked backwards, towards the door. "You need to-- we need to--"

"We need to what?"

And it bolted.

It would have hit the door head on, if it hadn't slid open at the last minute.

Ayda stared after her friend. Then she moved.

[Dr. Mensah.] Perihelion's voice in her head was cool and collected as she ran down its cooridors. [SecUnit is undergoing a major systems failure of unknown cause. A full reboot is recommended. Do I have permission to proceed?]

Permission?

Right. Yes. Because she was SecUnit's guardian, its owner, and therefore, the closest thing it had to a medical proxy.

[That will help?]

[There is a >93% chance.]

[Permission granted.]

SecUnit slowed, then stopped. A soft chime. Then it went limp. It slumped onto the floor. SecUnit Three, who of course had rushed ahead of her, caught it as it slumped to the floor.

Ayda cringed as she came to a stop, forcing herself not to reach out and take her friend from Three's arms.

The others were hot on her trail. "What the fuck--" exclaimed one of the crewmen, Ayda couldn't remember who just then-- "Was that?"

<Unknown,> Perihelion said.

But Ayda knew. Or thought she knew.

She had recognised that terror, that disorientation. Recognised it from the mirror, from the stories her partners told, of waking up screaming in the night, from the too-many times she had cried herself ragged. The way SecUnit hadn't responded to them, how it had seemingly reacted to things which weren't there.

That had been a flashback.

[sandcobangevent]

Don't Go Chasing Booty Calls

by audraeciouslyme and @4thelneyj0nes

“John. Don’t.”

“Yeah, I know…But it could be something important. What if…if she’s hurt, or stuck in a well or something?”

“Stuck in a well?”

“Well, obviously not stuck in an actual well. It’s a, you know what nevermind….” John started at the phone lit up on the table between the trio. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He picked up the phone and read the text.

Hiya

“So, what does it say?” Mariana couldn’t resist the urge to lean into John’s space as Sherlock did the same to read over his shoulders.

“Hiya? That’s all she wrote? And you were engaged to this woman?” Sherlock scoffed.

“That is definitely a booty call, John.” Mariana smiled around the edge her cider glass before taking a sip.

“What? How- how can you tell? It’s one word.” John couldn’t believe that they were actually having this conversation. Debating the suggestiveness of the word “hiya”.

“One word at half eleven. Agreed, Mrs Hudson. Definitely a booty call.”

“Wh- You know what a booty callis?” John couldn’t hide his surprise from his friend.

“Of course I know what a booty call is.”

“So…. are you going to respond to the booty call?” Mariana proded, a hint of encouragement hidden somewhere in her tone.

“Look, could we all stop calling it a booty call?” John’s voice carried across the pub, causing people to turn towards him in admonishment. Leaving John to wish he could crawl into his glass and drown of embarrassment.

“Its been years, mate. Years. Why would she,” John lowered his voice hardly above a whisper “Booty call me, now?”

“Didn’t you say that she was getting married soon?” Mariana asked.

“Yeah, uh, next weekend. What’s that…You think she’s getting cold feet or something?”

“Not necessarily.” Mariana snatched the phone out of John’s hands before he had a chance to think. “But we should find out. As a detective agency.”

“Mari- This-This is bullying. Don’t typ-What are you typing? Sherlock, why is she typing-Oh God, you sent it. What did you just send?” John’s face turned puce at the sound of the *woosh* from a message being sent. When it was almost immediatly followed by a reply ping, his ears perked up, suddenly more interested in the conversation that was apparently insuing.

“Ohhhh…” Mariana chuckled, reading the reply before showing the phone to Sherlock whose lip quirked into the slightest grin.

“Right, can I have my property back now? That is actually stealing. Stealing and bullying.”

Mariana ignored John’s plight, typing a response with Sherlock nodding next to her. John, for all his protesting, relinquished his fate to his friends, slowly collapsing until his forehead hit the table with a dull thud.

“Oh, She’s very pretty, John.” Mariana quirked an eyebrow at whatever had just been sent in reply to ‘John’s’ message. “Does she have a proclivity for Spanish women?”

“Ah, no.” Came John’s muffled response, his face smushed against the lacquered surface. “Apparently just tall, rougish footballers.”

“I don’t believe it is just tall, rougish footballers.” Sherlock said, watching Mariana engage in a quick bit of banter with the woman on the other side of the mobile. “She must have found something appealing about you, to have accepted your proposal, no matter how brief the engagement might have been. Ask her what that was, Mrs Hudson.”

“Thanks mate…’she clearly likes non-tall, rougish men. Look at you’, WAIT- Ask her what?!” John shot back up, rubbing the red mark on his forehead. “No, don’t you really don’t have to ask her that.”

“Why not? It is a perfectly valid question, especially given the circumstances.” Sherlock countered, pleased when Mariana had sent the question.

“She’s gone silent. There are no dancing bubbles.” Mariana pouted slightly.

“No, there. Look.” Sherlock nodded back to the phone as the bubbles bounced in response. “You made her think.”

“Christ, where is an exploding door when I need one?” John muttered, draining the last bits of his Guinness. “My round.” He stood, backing away from the table.

“It’s my rou-” Mariana started but was cut off by John.

“Just- let me leave the table, that way I can have feasible deniability about anything that happens here.” He gestured between the pair, conniving between his phone. “You’re a bloody menace.”

“Which one?” Mariana teased, laughing at John.

“Both. the both of you.” John shook his head, abandoning his mobile and his friends, leaving them to their own devices. Or to his devices, as it were.

There was no why that she was sending him a message beyond catching up. However, the idea tickled the back of his mind. What if it *was* a booty call? What would he do? Clearly he wouldn’t. That would be…Dumb…But it had been…years, as proved by the expired lucky condom….What was he thinking? Of course, he wouldn’t respond. If that’s even what it was. Which it wasn’t. People like John Hamish Watson didn’t get booty calls. Not from their ex-fiance, a week before her wedding….

Balancing the 3 drinks, John returned to the table, only to be met with the dark-haired crowns of Sherlock and Mariana’s heads as they huddled around his phone.

“Excuse me, Puck, Loki,” John cleared his throat to get their attention, setting the glasses down.

“John, is it true that you,” Sherlock squinted to read the text on the phone, affecting a slightly higher speech pattern, “Did a little dance anytime she was sad?”

“That’s so cute. Why have neither of us gotten a cheer-up dance?” Mariana pouted when she noticed John’s expression shift to shock at being found out.

“Right. That’s enough of this.” John snatched his phone back from its captors, scrolling up through the dozens of messages that had gone back and forth between ‘him’ and her.

Reading through the messages, one thing was crystal clear, and he hated that Sherlock and Mariana were right about it.

“Yeah, it's definitely a booty call.” John hung his head, defeated.

[blooming-smiles]

imagine prompt: people say “trevor was never a werewolf” this, “trevor was always a werewolf” that, but consider: trevor USED to be just a weird larping furry, but then he actually got BIT and has to deal with being a real werewolf now

(larping trevor is so real oh my GOD i love this request)

🐺 - trevor turning into a werewolf

- i can see him being in the woods behind at a local park prowling for cryptids on a full moon (specifically a full moon because he marks every full moon on his calendar cus hes a neeeerd)

- he sets up traps for cryptids back there to accost them !! and prove to the world they exist !!!!!! its like a whole thing he’s got a playlist for it and everything

- he sets up the trap and hunkers down behind a bush to watch. a lil while passes and he’s starting to doze off until he hears a rustling in the bushes! and jolts awake!

- hes on the edge of his stump watching the bushes like OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT!!!! SWAMPMAN? MOTHMAN?? MANMAN???

- and out jumps… a little orange pomeranian

- and hes like OH MY GOD ITS A WEREWOLF!!!!!1!!1!1!1!1!

- but it stands comedically near the trap but not quite there and trevors like UGGHH I GOTTA DO EVERYTHING MYSELF and chase scene ensues

- he chases it through the woods and winds up at this dramatic looking full moon over a valley. he thinks he’s got it cornered so he lunges but he missed by like a lot and it bites him. and hes like OUCH and then WOOSH its gone.

- and hes just left there like. oh my god…. my origin story is so edgy now…..

- i think becoming a werewolf would be affirming for trevor i mean theres definitely pros and cons to it in general but like. its trevor. he wanted it to happen so bad. he’s over the moon about it. might be a lil bummed it didnt come with shapeshifting or electric powers though

- i think that him getting bitten would be a genuinely dramatic event but because trevor over exaggerates a lot, any time he tries to recount it to anyone he’s not believed. the boy who cried wolf….

- i dont know if he’d develop a dog-like mentality when hes transformed or if he’d just stay the same… i think either way he’s going to chaotic about it though hes howling at the moon and digging through peoples trash and shid

- imagine he forgets what happens during his transformation and he just wakes up in some completely random situation every time. pov you are an animal shelter worker and the stray pom you took in last night is now a random teenager going on a tangent about vampires

- i dont think he has many friends prior to the habitat but id like to think he befriended nat later on. (or at least she started tolerating him pfft) i mean she’d be one of the only people to believe him because shes supernatural too. so i think hed really appreciate that and probably leans into the whole werewolf vs vampire thing so much more because now hes an actual werewolf oops

- if he was already a werewolf during the habitat i think thatd make it a neat context for his object head in the 11/22 ending but i think itd be really funny if he got turned after the habitat because like. he already treated nat Like That when he was already human so actually becoming a werewolf would make it so much more annoying to her LOL

- all in all it sure would make larping a hell of a lot more fun for him. just dont let him see a squirrel when hes transformed or its so over

(asks open for requests!)

[littleone088]

Miss Gribben -

-

Gail Gribben felt her heart stir into a frenzy of cacophonous beats as she watched the young girl undress.

Sixteen years of age, and she had already developed past her years. Perky breasts, strong hips and mouthwatering smooth skin. Cecelia let her bathing suit fall to the floor in the perceived privacy of the boathouse.

The older woman bent down slightly, peeking through the gap in the door. Her lips parted as a slow, ragged gasp blew its way from her mouth. The girl was magnificent. Perfect curves and baby-butter skin.

Her chest filled with passionate fire as her cheeks flushed, a dark desire took over her already flexible morals. Miss Gribben felt her underwear dampen, and her thighs rubbed in an effort to manage her overwhelmingly sexual feelings.

Her heel clacked against the wooden floor painfully loud. She froze. Her hand on the closed door slid against her will to create a sharp wooshing sound. The floorboards creaked beneath her.

Cecelia froze, and Miss Gribben watched as every muscle in her body tensed. Her erect nipples became visible as the young girl turned, Miss G knew she had mere seconds before her peering eye was noticed in the crack of the door.

All Cecilia knew was that someone was in the boathouse. Watching her. In a flash the uninvited blue eye was gone and shoes clicked against the cold floorboards as a stranger rushed to the exit.

...

Cecelia's pov

...

"My girls are strong, you are fearless!" Miss Gribben struck her hands as I watched Diana Radfield climb back onto the platform.

Our instructor threw a towel over her shoulders, patted Di on the back and sent her on her way. Her eyes shone in the sunlight of the rare British summertime indulgence. Miss G turned her head, loose shoulder length waves tossed to the side as she gleefully laughed.

Her eyes met mine, soft blue pools swimming with unmasked fondness. I bared her an awkward smile that she returned with genuine affection.

"On the platform, Celia" her soft voice ordered me as she quickly broke eye contact. Clearing her throat, Miss G adjusted her silk scarf to distract herself from something. Unknown to me, that temptation was the skin exposed as I dropped my bathrobe in favour of the gapless swim suit for diving.

Her eyes on my derriére were frightengly obvious to the other girls, sparking whispers and secret giggles. Miss Gribben silenced them with a single, hard glare in their direction.  They loved her, but they also respected her enough to stop.

The Teacher swallowed hard. Cecelia was a girl designed to test Miss G's resolve and already thin morals. It was as I looked back at her from the highest platform, a giddy, childlike smile brushing my lips that a single thought crossed her mind.

Miss Gribben had to have Cecilia.

She was hers.

...

Miss Gribben heard the gentle rap of knuckles on the door to her bathroom. Her little grin was hard to mask as she heard a soft, slightly scared voice call out.

"You sent for me, Miss G. Is everything okay?"

She shivered in the warmth of her bathtub. Even the girl's voice could reduce her to wetness.

Her fingers dipped low, and skirted the edges of her lower lips. She hadn't shaved in about a week, with little spurts of hair on the helm of her pubic bone. Still, she pressed on. Cecilia continued speaking.

"Miss G, I can come back later if you're busy-"

"No no, keep talking. Tell me about your day"

Miss Gribben felt her heart race, and she doubled checked the locked door with her eyes. Her finger found her engorged, soaked clit that twitched like a little rabbits nose as the girl outside the bathroom began to speak.

"Um... My lessons went quite well, we wrote letters to our parents"

God, her voice was so soft and gentle. So innocent and sweet. Miss G bit her lip as she massaged the little bean. The proximity between her naked cunt and the unknowingly seductive Cecilia was exhilarating.

Her chest rose and fell in soft, deep lungfuls of air. Her breathing became pants, her head fell back and the tips of her hair became damp in the water of the bath. Gail Gribben muttered a curse as the girl stopped talking.

"Keep talking"

"What-"

"Just keep talking!"

Cecilia was confused. This was highly unusual. Miss Gribben never usually allowed students into her room this late at night, what did she need that couldn't wait until morning?

She could hear her teacher's breathing become laboured, possibly raspy. Cecilia knocked on the door once again.

"Miss Gribben, are you feeling okay?"

The breathing stopped.

She knocked again.

"Miss Gribben?"

Celia heard the swoosh of water, and eventual padding of soft feet against a tiled floor.

The door slammed open, and revealed a sight Cecelia would never forget.

Miss G was... naked.

Her small, perky breasts sat at attention. Her dark blue eyes were hooded with impatience.

"M-Miss G-"

I was slammed to the wall in a rough,  frenzied manner. Miss G was like I'd never seen her before. Frustrated, and... Needy?

Her wet, naked body pressed against my clothes until I was soaked too. Her face was inches from my own.

"Fuck me..."

"W-What?"

Miss Gribben pushed my shoulders hard against the wall, holding me there. She was taller than me, and looking down with big desperate eyes.

"I called you here... To fuck me"

-

[ladyravenblack]

Part 5:

TW: possessiveness, mentions of abuse

~

Seven dates, it took seven dates for me to show up to the office with bruises on my forearms. I had dressed in a long gown with long sleeves despite the sweltering heat. Alastor narrowed his eyes but said nothing as the day continued on.

I broke it off with the man I had been dating when he hit on the waitress, he really did not like it. He walked me home like a gentleman and pinned me against the door like a monster. Nails digging into my skin as I gritted my teeth. He said he would not leave if I did not kiss him and he would be back. I was not to break off this courting. For a moment I thought of all Alastor had taught me, how easily I could gut this pig of a man, and then I kissed him. He left with no worries as I rubbed the marks he left behind.

I could not let Alastor know or he would kill him- I would be the one to kill him. The whole night I spent screaming until my throat was hoarse, my lips bloodied from the scrubbing I had done to them, I had been planning. He was well known so I had to wait, I had to make sure I did it correctly. A hunting accident? Would they suspect the Bayou Killer? Would I mess up and lead them to us? No! No- I just needed to wait long enough, satiate this man’s want until no suspicion could be placed on me.

A hand caught my upper arm, nails biting into the thick fleece of my dress.

‘Is it not warm to you? Are you falling ill?’ Alastor seemed almost concerned as I threw his hand off me.

‘Do not touch me unless I have given permission’ I spit out, his face contorting into anger and hurt as he stepped closer.

‘Must you always try to make me angry?’

‘Must you always be so *captious?’ I take a step back and he followed. Searching for something. Like he knew but said nothing. A sharp turn and the click of his studio door and he was gone. With a woosh I release a breath I did not know I had been holding. Had he known? Was I really that readable? I clench my fists revelling in the pain, letting it ground me.

~

Three weeks for my courter to announce the hunting season was upon us. A smile had slithered up my lips, one I had forced to be pleasant but was worried it appeared too twisted and sinister as he had paused to stare.

Plans had whirled in my mind since the incident. I wanted him to suffer. It had been so minor but the first real bout of cruelty anyone had dealt me. Sure I had seen Alastor’s work and heard stories, but me? No one beyond faceless men on the street had even called me a rude name. How had I allowed such a pig near me? To try to woo me?

Alastor would never-

I slam my hand on the counter as the thought enters my mind, forcing a jolt of searing pain through my wrist. If that man had just shown me some sign that I was wanted- no you can not blame him for not wanting you. Did he not want me? Clearly not-

I was spiraling into a wicked pit of darkness, my mind sliding like it was on a rowboat in the middle of the sea.

Arms encircled me, soft words whispered in my ear as I bounced between anger at my courter, Alastor, and ultimately myself for allowing such a thing to happen. Hands calloused but soft grasped my cheeks as my vision slowly wormed its way from the blackness.

“Salem? Salem!?” Alastor? My eyes were drawn to his with a crystal clarity and then to the knife beside me. Had I grabbed that? He kept brushing my cheek, wiping at tears I had not known I had cried.

“He hurt me” Alastor nodded and brought me close whispering how he knew, and it would never happen again. I shook my head “Alastor no-“ he pushed me into his chest so I could not speak.

“You will not worry your pretty little head over him any longer” pretty? “I will handle this” his voice was comforting but sent a chill down my spine. A tone I had never heard before tinted his words.

“But I-“ he shushed me again and for a moment I considered smacking him “I want to kill him” I forced out in one breath so he could not interrupt again and he stilled.

“You?” He sounded almost amused at the idea “I am not sure you could handle such a thing” my anger flared and I shoved away from him.

“I can! I have a plan. He is going hunting, he will have an accident-“

“He is well known”

“But he-“

“Is not likely to be hunting alone” oh. That had not crossed my mind. Did he ever mention hunting with others? His dad? “Let me figure it out” I nod a tad unwillingly, adding another disappointment to the pile.

Seeming to know how I was feeling Alastor cupped my cheek and smiled at me, a genuine smile.

“Darling- you were never alone”

A/N: *Captious; a person tending to find fault or have petty objections

[semicleanblanket]

The burden of two hearts in one chest

at the end of ZombieCleos double life we can see that when Scott lights the tnt the explosion throws the other tnt to pearl then it exploded so here’s that kinda (sry in advance)

tw: death, animal death, blood, killing, explosions, suicide

Red,

that’s all Pearl ever saw lately,

No matter how many times she sat in powdered snow hurting Scott. No matter how many times she went around and stole things from others, no matter how many times she messed with Scott and his new soulmate. No matter how much chaos she caused nothing would satisfy it so Pearl couldn’t stop seeing Red.

Tilly died, she was killed by impulse, so Pearl killed him and his soulmate. Every one was dead, Joel and Etho, Ren and BigB, there is something wicked within you. Those deaths where her fault and now so were impulse and Bdubs.

“Pearl?” A voice said stopping the thoughts in her head, it was Cleo, “are you alright Pearl?” Pearl stared at the fresh corpses of people who used to be her friends, friends who shunned her, friends who thought she was crazy and maybe she was. Friends who she killed.

Pearl turned and looked in to the trees, eye’s searching for the owner of the voice, “oh Cleo, I haven’t been alright in a looong time” she could feel a smile crawling onto her face as she spoke, and she knew Cleo could hear it in her voice.

Just before she could send her wolves to find the zombie player Woosh, an arrow flew past Pearl’s face, grazing her cheek. She could feel the blood following the same path where tears once flowed.

As Pearl reached up to check the damage done to her face she heard a whimper, she turned around and saw one her wolves, one of her babies with an arrow sticking out its side then a shout from a voice that never brought any good to her “Which- which one is she, where’s Tilly she’s the one who’s been corrupting you this entire time!”

martyn

Martyn

Martyn

And all she saw was Red, “TILLYS DEAD AND SOON SO WILL YOU BE!”

Pearl felt the snowy grass crunch under her boots as she charged, she could hear her wolves running with her, she could feel the frost biting at her fingertips, she felt the weight of the axe in her hands.

“GET THEM BABYS!” she shouted to her wolves with laughter in her voice as she plunged her axe into Martyn shoulder, as she lifted her arm’s for another swing she felt a sharp pain in her back. She swiveled on her foot and came face to face with Cleo, she quickly took a step backwards as Cleo’s axe almost took off her head.

“ooh geez they are packing a punch!” Pearl heard Martyn yelp as she watched Cleo as they tried to run from the wolves biting their legs. Pearl laughed as she ran after Cleo wildly swinging her axe in an attempt to hit Cleo as they ran closer to the cliff.

“MARTYN” Cleo shouted as Pearl landed the final hit and Cleo fell. Pearl watched as Cleo fell out of sight through the tree tops and as they hit the ground she heard the horrific crack as their head hit the forest floor.

“If you kill my dogs you might as well be killing me” she stated breathlessly, they were gone, another pair of soulmates she had killed, another one of her friends enemies added to the pile of corpses she has created.

She stood there for a moment looking into the horizon, from where she was she could see almost the whole map, she could see the box, she could see the burned down ranch, she could see the modern house that impulse and Bdubs built, and she could she her tower as it stood away from the rest of the bases, away from the rest of the players, where the people who used to be her allies left her. Where she was utterly alone.

She has gotten revenge on all who has wronged her, on all who had abandoned her, all but one.

The sun was setting soon the moon would be in the sky and the stars would reveal themselves. So in the final light of what she knew would be her last day she knew what needed to be done. She dug into her inventory until she spotted it, the shimmering gold of the enchanted apple, Grian had said that they would break the bonds of soulmates, she’d had this since day one when she found it in a mineshaft, since before she made the horrible decision to go to the nether with Martyn, since before Scott left her. There were nights in her tower where she just stared at it debating whether or not to eat it, she could never make up her mind, she could never decide whether or not to break her soulbond with Scott, to get rid of the burden of two hearts in one chest.

But today would be the last day she feels his heart beat alongside hers.

And so she took a bite, it was sweet, sweeter than any apple she had eaten before, she could feel the cut from the arrow Martyn had shot healing. She could feel its power moving throughout her chest, so she took another bite, then another and another until it was gone, she could feel it in her very being, she could feel that the bind between Scott and her was no longer.

The only thing left was the feeling of energy coursing through her veins and the juices of the apple dripping down her chin, as she went to wipe off the residue she felt her comm buzz

Smajor1995: pearl come meet me

Smajor1995: at the place it started

Scott, the person who was behind her red, no matter how much she blamed everyone else for what happened Cleo, Martyn, Ren, Joel it all started with Scott. “at the place it started”, spawn, it’s where they all woke up in this new world, it’s where she and Martyn held Lost and Bound, it’s where Scott’s left her and where Martyn blamed her, it’s where Tilly died. And now it’s where she’d end Scott. If he didn’t know they are no longer bound he would find out when she made his blood stain the grass with a grin on her face. It’s time to crown the winner of double life, and there can only be one.

When Pearl reached spawn she saw Scott standing higher up on the hill, he was wearing worn iron armor and held nothing in his hands, between them was an open field and surrounding them was the forest, the moon and stars high above them.

“Pearl?” Scott questioned as Pearl’s wolves found their places by her side.

“Hi Scott” Pearl replied with joy in her voice, she would get revenge and it would taste sweeter then that golden apple.

“I didn’t think it would end this way”

“Neither did I to be honest,” Pearl said in an almost giddy tone, exited for this to all be over “but I had faith in myself and Tilly and Tilly’s passed away now so….” She trailed off as she started to feed her wolves, they need to be prepared for the battle that is to come.

“Pearl you- you deserve this more,” he said while dropping TNT at his feet, a single flint and steel in his pale hands contrasting with his red shirt, wait when did he remove his armor.

Pearl yelp as she jumped back unsure of his plans “Excuse me, what do you mean!” She grabbed her bow from her inventory ready shoot if needed.

Scott lit the flint and steel the light from the fire making it easier to see in the dim light of the full moon “But in the same way,” He replied grimly, dropping the flint and steel to his feet, the sound of the TNT lighting echoing throughout the forest.

“Wait Scott what are you doing?!” She yelled with despair in her voice

“Tilly death do us part Pearl,”

“What are you doing!”

“TILLY DEATH DO US PART!”

“SCO-” she couldn’t finish his name before the explosion rang through the air, and before she could realize what was happening TNT that didn’t light in time was thrown from the explosion right towards her, she didn’t have time to move before the second explosion started right at her feet, BOOM the blast was so bright all she could see was-

Red,

that’s all Pearl ever saw lately,

until the Red faded into black.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kanato Dark [Prologue]

Monologue

Every now and then,

I recall a line from a book I read in the past. 

ーー ‘Those who enjoy solitude are either monsters,

or if not, they are God.’

ー The scene starts in Yui’s bedroom at the Sakamaki Manor

Yui: Who could have thought Kanato-kun would be the one to inherit Karlheinz-san’s powers...

( I couldn’t even imagine it... )

( But...This isn’t a dream, is it? )

( That day, Kanato-kun was officially declared his successor. )

( He became the true King who shall rule over the Demon World... )

ー A flashback ensues as the scene shifts to the Chamber of Time

Kanato: Father. Why did you call us here? 

Karlheinz: Welcome, my son. And you too ーー Eve. 

Yui: ...?

Kanato: Father. Show yourself, please. We cannot talk like this...

Karlheinz: I am afraid I cannot fulfill said wish. My role has already ended after all. 

Kanato: ...What do you mean...? 

Karlheinz: Fufu. Exactly as I said it. 

I shall give you my powers, Kanato. Everything I haveーー 

Kanato: Eh...? 

Yui: ( Karlheinz-san will give his powers to Kanato-kun...? )

( Does that mean Kanato-kun will become the new King of the Demon World? )

Kanato: ...Why?

Why me, Father...?

Karlheinz: ...

Well, I believe that you are the most suitable to cleanse this world. 

Kanato: Cleanse...? And I’m the most suitable...? 

Karlheinz: The completion of the Apple of Eden project is nearing its end. 

I shall leave the rest in your hands. My son ーー Kanato. 

Kanato: F-Father...

Wait, please. I still don’t understand a thi ーー ...

*WOOSH*

Yui: ーー !? 

( Karlheinz-san’s presence disappeared...? )

H-Hey...Kanato-kun. What should we do now...?

Kanato: ...

Yui: Kanato-kun...?

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ーー The most suitable to cleanse the world, huh...?

( Kanato-kun looked completely baffled when he was told that... )

( He inherited Karlheinz-san’s powers out of the blue...So I suppose I can hardly blame him for being surprised. )

Haah...

( However, now is not the time to get lost in thought. )

( Now that he is the head of the household, Kanato-kun has become a main target after all... )

( To those who aim to earn sovereignty over the Demon World. )

( Now that Karlheinz-san is gone, it’s the perfect opportunity. )

( All those strange things that went down today. It’s pretty obvious that somebody snuck into the manor, isn’t it? )

( I’m pretty sure that whoever it was, they were after Kanato-kun who has now become the Vampire King...ーー )

...!

...No, scratch that. This isn’t just about Kanato-kun anymore. 

All of the others could get involved in it as well...

( After all, the fate of the Demon World is on the line. )

Kanato-kun...Is he alright? 

( I’ll go see him. He might be pondering over the same thing. )

( I want to be there for him in case there’s anything I can do... )

ー Yui leaves her room

*Knock knock*

Yui: Kanato-kun, I’m coming in. 

ー She enters Kanato’s bedroom

Yui: ( He’s lounging on his bed... )

Hey, Kanato-kun. 

Kanato: ...What do you want? 

I’m busy enjoying my sweets right now. Please don’t bother me. 

Yui: S-Sorry. 

Kanato: Let me tell you just in case, but I will not share a single bite of these. They are all mine. 

Yui: S-Sure. I know that, of course. 

( While he’s happily indulging in his sweet treats, he really seems no different from before. This is the Kanato-kun I know. )

( I wonder if he doesn’t realize that the fate of the Demon World is in his hands now that he inherited those powers...? )

( However, I’m sure he’ll bring himself to act when push comes to shove. )

( For now, I’ll be there for him as support. )

Kanato: ...

What’s the matter? I can tell that there is something you want to share...

Yui: N-Not really. 

Kanato: Hmm, is that so?

However, I cannot trust your statement. 

Say, I bet you were thinking of something you shouldn’t, weren’t you? 

Yui: That wasn’t my intention...

Kanato: ...Aah, I get it. You were thinking that you don’t want to be here with me, weren’t you? 

Yui: W-Wait! You’ve got it all wrong!

I would never think such a thiーー !? 

ー Kanato suddenly pins her down

*Thud* 

*Rustle* 

Kanato: Oh shut up. Do not talk back to me. 

Yui: ...!

Kanato: I made it clear that I want no secrets between us, did I not?

Are you making fun of me by giving me that kind of attitude? 

*Thud* 

Yui: Y-You’re hurting me...Stop...!

Kanato: ...Why...?

It’s not just you either...Ayato and Laito, all of them...

Why do you all walk on eggshells around me?

Does it upset you that I’m struggling to use these powers I’ve inherited correctly? 

Or are you that bothered by the fact I won’t reign over the Demon World? 

All of you keep on making these assumptions...When none of you have any idea of what goes on inside my head...!

Yui: T-That’s not true...! Calm down, Kanato-kun!

Kanato: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

All you need to do is keep quiet and let me suck your blood!

ー Kanato bites her

Kanato: Nn...Nnh...!

...Nn...Phew...Haah...

Yui: ...Stop...Kanato-kun...!

Kanato: ...Keep still, please. It’s your own fault. For acting so weird...

Nnh...Nn...Kuh...

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( I’m sure he’s upset because I disobeyed him... )

...I’m so sorry...

Kanato: ...Hah?

Yui: I’m sorry, Kanato-kun...I’ll never say no to you again, so...

Kanato: ...! Why do you...? 

Yui: Eh...?

Kanato: Why!? Why do you always say things to upset me!? 

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ow...!? 

Kanato: Fufu, you look like a mess. You’ve got candy stuck in your hair...

Yui: ( ...O-Oh no! I better remove it quickly...! )

*Rustle rustle* 

Kanato: ...You silly girl. There’s no way you’ll be able to pick it out with your fingers. 

Yui: But at this rate...

Kanato: Aah...Why don’t we cut it? Hair and all. 

Yui: Eh...?

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“You simply need to do as I say. Only ever look at me...Only ever listen to my voice...and do not let your mind wander, okay?”

“Why do you seem frightened? How cruel, when I’m here showing my good heart by cutting it for you.”

Kanato: Why would you look at that! There just so happens to be a pair of scissors here. 

I shall be so kind as to cut it for you. ...Hey, aren’t you glad?

*Snip*

Yui: W-Wait...Calm down, Kanato-kun!

Kanato: Do not worry. I have a knack for this sort of stuff. 

...Aah, but if you decide to fight back, I might accidentally cut off something else. 

Yui: ...!?

Kanato: Therefore, please keep still, okay?

If I were to cut off your ear by mistake, you would no longer be able to hear what I tell you. Fufu.

*Snip*

Yui: ( O-Oh no...At this rateーー )

ー Yui pushes him away

*Thud* 

Kanato: ...!?

Yui: K-Kanato-kun! I...I’ll go rinse off the candy in the bathroom, okay!?

ー She quickly dashes out of the room

Kanato: ...

...! Why!?

*THUD*

Kanato: Why...does everyone reject me...!?

*THUD THUD*

Kanato: Why? ...Yui-san.

All I want is for you to be your normal self...

( Ever since I inherited Father’s powers, everything has gone downhill... )

( Why did it turn out like this...? )

Monologue

ーー I don’t understand. 

Why has Father given me the special treatment? 

Why does he expect all these things from me? 

...Why did he even choose me as the successor to his powers,

in the first place, I wonder?

There should have been plenty

of other suitable candidates. 

Hey, Father. Tell me, please. 

ーー What is it exactly,

I should do...? 

Kanato: Ugh...I...

I don’t even want...these powers...!

ー The scene shifts to the bathroom

*Pshhh*

Yui: ...

( Even if I don’t talk back, in the end, I still make him upset... )

( I wonder what would satisfy him...? )

I guess inheriting those powers comes with a kind of responsibility and pressure which I simply cannot understand...? 

( ...Exactly. )

( Kanato-kun is the one who suffers the most from this, not me. )

( No matter how badly he treats me, I have to make sure I’m there for him at all times. )

...Okay!

( I’ll freshen up, forget the past and move on! Then I’ll also go and properly apologize to him. )

*Splash splash*

Yui: ...Phew.

ー A mysterious man suddenly appears

???: ...

Yui: ...! W-Who are yーー!?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...He’s covering my mouth...! )

Kino: Shh...

My name is Kino. I’m a Vampire, just like those friends of yours. 

Yui: ( ...A Vampire!? )

( Could this be the guy who I saw in the manor...!? )

Kino: Fufu, don’t glare at me like that. I don’t mean to cause you any harm, really.

If you behave, I’ll even remove my hand. ...You know what to do, right? 

ー Yui relaxes

Yui: ...

Kino: I don’t dislike a clever girl. 

ー Kino steps back

Yui: You...Kino-kun you said your name was? 

...Why did you come here? 

Kino: You see, I’m here to ruin the Apple of Eden Project. 

Yui: Eh...!? 

Kino: Did I say something strange?

Yui: I mean...You’re a Vampire, correct?

If you are, then should you really be trying to get in the way of the project...?

Kino: ...Listen. Maybe you should learn to pick your words more carefully?

ー He approaches her

*Thud* 

Yui: !?

Kino: You’re nothing but a tool, aren’t you? Yet you’re trying to push your own opinion. Just who do you think you are?

All you need to do is behave and listen to what I say, do you understand? 

Yui: B-But...

Kino: Ahー God, shut up already...

ー Kino squeezes her throat shut

Yui: Kuh...!

( I-I can’t breathe...! )

Kino: Ahaha! You finally went quiet. I’m sure you understand now what’ll happen if you go against me? 

From here on out, I’ll have youーー

*BOOM*

Yui: ーー !?

Kino: ...Che.

ー Kino steps back

*Rustle* 

*Thud* 

Yui: Coff...Coff, coff...

Kino: Ahーah. Seems like trouble has arisen. I’m done here for today. Time to go home. 

Yui: ...W-Wait...Coff.

Kino: Oh, no need to worry. We’ll meet again. ...Soon, okay?

ー He leaves

Yui: ...Haah, haah...

( He disappeared... )

( I wonder if I should go look for him? But... )

( That explosion just now. It came from the direction of Kanato-kun’s room. )

( Something might have happened...I have to go! )

ー The scene shifts to Kanato’s room

*Thud* 

Yui: ( The whole room smells burnt...! )

( Did he unleash his powers...? Is he safe...!? )

Kanato: ...Uu...

Yui: ーー Kanato-kun!

ー She rushes to his side

Yui: Are you alright!? Hey!

Kanato: Ugh...

Yui: ( Thank god. He’s been injured, but he’s still breathing just fine... )

Reiji: Haah...I came here to check what’s going on after I thought I felt the manor shake but...

Ayato: Kanato fucked up again? Look at this mess. 

Laito: Haah...Coff, coff. This burnt smell is too much...

Yui: ...? Y-You guys...!

ー She notices all of his brothers have arrived

Yui: U-Um...It’s a disaster! Kanato-kun’s powers went out of control...and he got caught up in the explosion!

Shuu: You need to calm down a little. We can tell as much. 

Yui: B-But! Kanato-kun has lost consciousness...

Also...I ran into the trespasser earlier...!

Shuu: Haah...Calm down. You’re all over the place. 

Yui: ...S-Sorry. 

Reiji: ...Let us go somewhere else first. 

Subaru, carry Kanato to her room. 

Subaru: Haah!? Why me!? 

Laito: Nfu~ Seems like you got the short end of the string there, Subaru-kun.

Reiji: Come on, Subaru. Make haste. 

Subaru: ...Che.

ー Subaru walks over to Kanato

Reiji: ーー You too. Off we go. 

Yui: ...Yes.

ー The scene shifts to Yui’s bedroom

*Thud* 

Kanato: ...

Yui: ( Kanato-kun is even more small and fragile than I thought... )

( Yet, Karlheinz-san’s immense powers are stored inside this tiny body... )

( I had no idea just how much responsibility and pressure Kanato-kun has had to burden. )

( Apparently he should wake up after a while, but I can’t help but wonder if he’ll be alright? )

( If only I had not fled his side back then... )

Reiji: ...If you have the time to get lost in your own thoughts, why not tell us about what happened earlier? 

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: Did you not mention that you spotted an invader in the manor?

Yui: Ah...About that...ーー

ー Yui tells them the whole story

Reiji: ...I see. A Vampire who goes by the name ‘Kino’...?

Ayato: In other words, it’s his fault that weird shit keeps on happenin’?

Reiji: Yes, I believe that would be the case. It should be safe to assume that he snuck into the manor to target the both of you.

Yui: I knew it...

( I can’t believe that he’s being targeted when he hasn’t managed to fully control his powers yet...I wonder what we should do now? )

Then, maybe if you guys stick with him until he becomes a suitable head of the household...

Shuu: You want us to help the guy? ...Are you stupid? 

Subaru: He can’t complain ‘bout being targeted now that he’s the head of the family. 

I’m sure he realizes that too, right? That he’s gotta learn to save his own skin. 

Laito: Exactly. In the end, it has nothing to do with us. 

We are worried about you, of course. 

But if Kanato-kun finds out that we tried to make even the slightest move on you, things will only get even more sticky. 

Yui: ...But...! Kanato-kun is the one suffering the most here!

He inherited those powers and was forced into the position of head of the household out of nowhere!

I don’t see why you can’t lend him a hand...

Shuu: Then why don’t you help him? It’s none of my concern. 

Yui: No way...

Reiji: I believe the others are correct for the most part.

This time his magic went rampant in the human world, hence why the damage was still limited. 

I do not want to even imagine that the manor will keep on being destroyed if he keeps going like this. 

Laito: ...Or rather, it’s kind of worrying to have him in such an unstable state, you see. 

Kanato-kun has always been on the hysteric side, so who knows, he might just kill us at some point.

Yui: ...He would never do that!

H-Hey! How about you, Ayato-kun...?  You’re worried about him, aren’t you? 

Ayato: Not really? I don’t give a damn. 

Yui: Eh...?

Ayato: Are you deaf? We don’t want to have to deal with this shit!

That bein’ said, you better fix this somehow, Chichinashi. 

Yui: That’s easier said than done...

Reiji: ...Right.

We shall leave now, but if you are that worried, then you should stay by his side.

ー The other Sakamaki’s leave

Yui: No way!

*Thud* 

Yui: ...

( I know that they don’t exactly hate Kanato-kun but... )

( I can’t help but feel like he looks so lonely while sleeping there like that... )

( A way to help Kanato-kun... )

( I wonder what would be the best approach? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[chicken-molayme]

I feel like im obliged to talk about my octopath 2 experience and team??

My mc was Partitio and i genuinely belive his dad and Roque are gay lovers. Alrond is the biggest FRUIT I've ever seen in my life??? Thurston is my new fursona and Floyd is baby??? No spoilers but I've gained small enjoyment out of things that can break the ozone layer ajgsjsb

And now I will talk about my parties sksk

Team 1: Partitio & The Bitches

Partitio - Apothecary

Ochette - Scholar

Castti - Warrior

Agnea - Hunter

Partitio as an apothecary is incredibly powerful??? I always like to know some kind of healing for my main character, even if it comes at a later date (OT1 both runs my mc was Therion my beloved and i learned hp steal at a very earlg age). He healed more than castti w/o boost and when he yells "whAcK" it's always, ALWAYS follows up with the woOSH sound.

Castti as a warrior is beyond good. Its like she personally knew Brand the Thunderblade when she used her iceblade sword. I always thought it was like an angel's kiss when she used that blade (its shaped like a wing!!!).

TEMENOS & HIS WEIRDLY SHAPED SHEEP

Ochette didnt have a secondary class for like,,,up till I did partitio 4 (which i did like third i think because I got too excited after my gf did parti4 while i was gone) which is when I changed her into a scholar. I notice quite a few of the bows and axes give +elemental attack so it worked out. She was mostly for AOE only.

Whats better than Agnea? Agnea with wolf ears!! Ohhh my goshs hes SOOOO FRICKIN CUUUUTEE AGHH!!! She is oddly good AOE and, just like Ochette, Percise Shot is frickin op as hell.

Secodnary team under cut (if youre interested)

Team 2: Temenos & His Weirdly Shaped Lambs

Temenos - Inventor then Dancer then backed to Inventor

Osvald - Dancer

Throné - Merchant

Hikari - Theif then Conjurer

Temenos gave me x100 exp one time and I kept him as dancer but also him using the bloodstained knife gives me weird seritonin??? I need an assasin temenos NOW

Osvald as a dancer is so silly and wind damage ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻. Also hes got his tits out x2

Throné as a merchant?? Very classy. She looks like shes gonna go out on a dinner date with someone. Maybe even [ REDIACTED ]. Oh yeah and something about having all the money and blah blah whatever Pierro was talking about.

Hikari i quickly reclassed to a theif for his chapter 2 and it was the best idea ever?? He looks so cute as a theif. I changed him into a conjurer after I got the class because I realized I indulged in shadow hikari and not "i fight for my friends" baby hikari. Needless to say it helps my casters more than hikari and throné.

[every1sno1fangirl]

Listening to this on repeat instead of writing up my Hifuumo Friday posts because its so fucking good. It's immaculate. it's why Stack is my favorite.

Some of my favorite parts:

Ah, I feel so alive, all the more because I'm dead Sakura, sakura, the petals scatter away eventually Sakura, sakura, so why not cut to the chase? Wanna become a ghost? Let all your worries be gone with the wind, woosh Live it up in the realm of the dead

Let me get some rice balls, the kind wrapped in moist seaweed Make sure you squeeze them into a triangle, just like the one on my head

Say, why not become a ghost? Try departing for a better place ♥

[the-fandom-qu33n]

Chapter 6____To Strike A Match

(UF Sans/Reader)

Rated M...violence, profanity and much else soon to come

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summary

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burnt out sick of the recurring timeline everything is starting to break him down little by little... day after day drink after drink he needed something different a smoke would be good... just needed a...light?

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His skull ached... his vision clouded in sorrow..rage...annoyance and down right just tired of this bullshit.... his hope long gone ..faded away just as his bro's had...their lives have lost their DETERMINATION long when the kid left...wiping his eye sockets free from the burning tears he growled...why be here ..why does he keep coming back here?...if its HIS dreams its his control...maybe if he halted that ending...maybe if he stopped them from coming out of the underground here..this entire nightmare would stop and he would wake up...

gritting his teeth he began his decent down the cliff...no time to look at the things he knew hed never see...no he had a mission...it was time to shatter this illusion.

step after step ..it seemed even the land didn't want him approaching. Vines from the damned flowers began to weave in his bones ...the wind began to blow harshly...anything to slow him down...and he was having none of it.

with a raise of his hand he summoned the biggest blaster he could...the thing was so massive its jaw let out a thundering creak as the jaws opened ..with a harsh woosh the maw of the beast began to collect enegry...its jaw creaking as his rage increased  making the magic double its strength...gripping his hand together hard enough that he was sure his fingers scratched his boney palm..a deep dent if anything into the bone...but he didn't care...all his hatred had built up in this one blaster..and he was gonna use it... 

as the blaster continued to fuse energy with his burning hatred and magic..there they were...him and his so called friends and family ahead starting to emerge from the underground to receive their happy so called ending.....it started to make the ground shake...so much pure soul energy was building between the blasters jaw he was surprised the beast hadn't shattered by the tense power of his emotions at that moment alone.....so much anger...so much pain...the groaning sounded louder as it continued to fill its entire maw with the glowing orb...he recounted EVERY run from EVERY timeline he had been through..growling he screamed in pure rage as it fired...a blast so loud and powerful...a quick second shot and everything the blasts path was destroyed..trees disintegrated...Rocks dusted...monsters crushed and dusted..finished off in a millisecond ..red had watched it all...watched his blinding soul powered light blast destroy the entire terrain surrounding the mountain...the exit beyond destroyed... he chuckled darkly,,finally..

...finally he ended it he'd be free from it...they were free and soon he would be!...he had did it...now what would that brat do?!!!? NOTHING.

laughing he held his skull as he shook his eye lights burning a deep crimson as his magic began to seep like a heavy smoke down his face he felt so good...so weightless... Unstoppable

he could feel the power shift in his bones...looking around he gaged the damage...flecks of dust as shattered debree were scattered fro miles he assumed...a vast area now crumbled ..hed say even more damaged than even the ruins themselves!

...this was to good to be true!

'- TELL ME!"}

...someone was alive?...his laugh mid cut...his magic slowing to a simmer as he seemingly held in a breath his nonexistent lungs had..

no ...there was no way... his blast had destroyed everything...he was sure..at least he thought he was....snarling he set off up the cliff to see the commotion freezing up as he saw...that brat...that fucking brat how dare they come back and harass another monster after everything he had don-!...

wait...monster?...shaking his head he tried to calm down..

all the monsters would still be underground and long crushed and dusted from the cave in...how?...focusing more he noticed...a shadow of a monster...a smoke monster?...there wasn't anyone in the underground that was like that... but it surely wasn't human... growling at the display he shot into action teleporting behind the brat jamming a bone in its side...no matter...they were still HERE...in his space...HIS dream 

taunting him and this monster...no he wouldn't stand for it...not anymore...snarling he threw the kid back into a tree impaling its neck into the stump in quick retaliation the brat chuckled ripping the bone out and jumping down to the ground spitting up an inky black as it laughed...

{there he is the man of the hour!"}

its voice gurgling as it choked on its own blood still seeming able to stand...fuck this demon freaked him out... backing up he glared at the kid...he wouldn't abandon this monster to this thing...not another dusting...he couldn't take it over this hellspawn of the surface...giggling it tilted its head as its throat spilled more black on the ground as it smiled....

{protective over this one are you?..tell me..who is she where did she come from...where did you monsters put her to keep hidden from me for 46 consecutive genocidal timelines!?"}

quickly its smile turned to a deep scowl of anger as it pointed at the monster behind him..how was he supposed to know..he never seen this monster before...gritting his teeth he stayed put guarding...just because he didn't know didn't mean this brat needed to know he didn't...he could bend the truth..maybe by the blessings of the runes themselves they would be useful but he severely doubted it..

still though he bit back his sigh ..here goes nothing...forcing his heavy frown into a grin he chuckled taking a long bone cracking shrug...

"this?...this here is our secret weapon against ya..."

the child gritting its teeth as it seem to back down ever so slightly...luckily for him that's all he needed...a break in its guard...grinning for real this time..in a flash of red from his now dilated eyelight he shot a sharded bone  straight through its head with a sickening crunch as it broke through the humans skull...the child dropped immediately before its soul shattered...

as victorious as he felt and as tempted as he was to take the soul ...he knew not to grab for it...this was a dream state...he couldn't use its soul here...its useless...another taunt from his dream...it was a monsters instinct to go for the soul...for years it was etched into everyone's minds and souls...it was hard to fight it...but yet he did...he waited....waited for what seemed like to long...for the child to get back up...as if they were faking but..they didnt...after a little longer red dropped his guard..relaxing his stance as his bones creaked and popped from being locked into place for to long...turning his firey glance to the monster on the ground...a black shadowy whisp like monster...he definitely hadnt seen them before...hed have to keep a look out for a shadow figure...perhaps..near Mettaton...a steam monster maybe?...maybe Alphys knows.. he knows they weren't an experiment from the doc..he doubt even Asgore was clueless..maybe the lady behind the door had em...

reaching down to get a better look...he felt his soul relax and get warmer...why did he feel so at peace right now?...perhaps seeing the demon die was it...nodding to himself he froze as the monsters eyes opened staring back into him...their gaze was far off ...and as soon as his hand made contact with the monsters arm he awoke with a start jumping off his messy bed...looking around in alarm he looked for the monster...but no one was in his room but him making him sigh feeling his soul grow cold once more...just as he was readying his magic for a teleport he froze hearing his brother yell from downstairs.

"RED IF YOU DONT GET DOWN HERE IN 5 SECONDS FOR PATROL I'LL GO UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWN MYSELF...PAINFULY" 

...guess he would have to go searching later...

"c-comin boss!"

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if you took the time to read this i appreciate it...