#written by a white man!' yk?

[tyriongirl]

Genesis 4:1-5, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Prologue - Maester Cressen

Emanuel Krescenc Liška – Cain (1885)

Claus Westermann, Genesis : a commentary, 1984

Arthur Segal - Kain und Abel (1918)

A Clash of Kings, Prologue - Maester Cressen

Natalie Diaz, A Brother Named Gethsemane, from When My Brother Was an Aztec

Lovis Corinth - Kain (1917)

Genesis 4:6-9, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 33 - Catelyn IV

Odilion Redon - Cain and Abel (1886)

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 33 - Catelyn IV

Genesis 4:9-14, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 31 - Catelyn III

St. Omer, Benedictine Abbey of St. Bertin; c. 1190-1200

A Storm of Swords, Chapter 36 - Davos V

S.R. Driver, The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 42 - Davos II

Lazzaro Pisani - Death of Abel (1885)

S.R. Driver, The Book of Genesis, 1905

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 42 - Davos II

A Clash of Kings, Chapter 42 - Davos II

Cain and Abel - City of Zeven - 2015 (source)

Genesis 4:14-16, translated by S. R. Driver, from The Book of Genesis, 1905

[tenjikyu]

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 - 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Fyodor x Demon!Servant!Male!Reader , HEAVILY inspired by Black Butler , reader is kinda sexual towards Fyodor but I wanted tension between the two bc it’s kinda romantic but also kinda not yk , really improvising on Fyodor’s backstory here bc there’s nothing for me to go off of so it’s probs inaccurate but lay off me please 🙏🏻 , Sky Casino exists before the book for plot purposes.

SPOILERS FOR FYODOR’S ABILITY + RECENT CHAPTERS!

Fyodor had first met you on the verge of death. A visit from the devil, one could say.

“ PLEASE, SOMEONE, ANYONE, SAVE ME !! ”

The man’s cries were a melody to your ears, and thus you decided to investigate, which led to your current predicament. You were no fool, you saw right through Fyodor’s façade, and you were somewhat intrigued. As a demon, the man’s false screams of agony with each stab wound thrusted into his lithe body couldn’t fool your ears. Whilst in pain, he was in no hurry to save himself. No, he was eagerly awaiting his demise.

And so, you watched from the shadows, invested in the show before you. Blood was shed and organs were spilt, all before Fyodor’s heart was put to rest.

And then, his murderer soon began to morph, his body bending and dislodging in intricate ways. His face swirled and curled itself in. Out came, what seemed to be, a carbon copy of the man you just witnessed get mutilated by, what was now, his former murderer.

As Fyodor took in his surroundings, adjusting to his new body, he sensed another presence he hadn’t noticed beforehand. It was rare for Fyodor to express any form of shock, but someone with the ability to conceal themselves from him for an extended period of time was certainly nobody to fuck with.

And so, he slowly turns around, preparing himself for whoever stands behind him. However nothing could’ve prepared him for what he would witness turning around.

An inhuman entity with large wings, a pointed tail and strong black horns revealed itself to Fyodor. The entity was easily over 9ft tall and had somewhat human characteristics embedded into its form. It stood tall, yet curiosity filled its eyes.

Curiosity filled your eyes.

As you stared at him, Fyodor’s shocked most slowly formed into a smirk.

“What pleasure do I owe such a magnificent being such as yourself? Surely you aren’t just here to observe, are you?” He questions.

“Your screaming intrigued me, and so I decided to take a look into the situation. Alas, you came out unscathed, which means I no longer have business with you.” You reply, and slowly turn around.

Just as you walk away though, a bony hand grasps your own.

“If it’s a deal you were going to offer me, I’m still interested.” Fyodor bargains, his smirk widening.

Oh?

And so, you slowly transfer your body into a more human like state, dawning a black coat, with a white undershirt and black shorts. Discarding your wings and tail, yet keeping your point black horns, you adjust your height to better accommodate communication with him.

“What did you have in mind?” You enquire, a smirk of your own now gracing your face. You wanted to know what it would take to earn this man’s soul, because god did it smell delicious.

“Play the role of my servant. You shall never betray me and will treat me as if I’m your God. You will do my bidding and will do whatever I ask of you. In my journey to achieving my goal, you shall never leave my side.”

“And how should I prove my loyalty to you, sir?”

“I think we both know the answer to that.”

And so, a deal with the Devil was signed.

As written in your contract, you obediently stood by his side for many centuries to come. The two of you had a rather intimate relationship, but it was nothing more than lustful advances. Other then carrying out his desires, you dispersed of anybody standing in his way of obtaining what he wanted. As the years went on, you had lost count of how many human lives you discarded and how many nails you removed from fingers. You seduced princesses, murdered guards, tortured bandits for information, and all the while, you watched Fyodor’s plan slowly set into motion.

As centuries past, allies and foes came and passed, yet none of that mattered to you. You could and have killed hundreds of humans and feasted on their mediocre souls, however none compared to that of Fyodor Dostoevsky’s. His soul was a diamond in the rough, a premium amongst brass and copper, if you would.

And so, you followed both him and your contract without complaint. It’s not like Fyodor was a boring or difficult master. There was almost never a dull moment with him, and your loyalty knew no ends when it came to getting what you ultimately wanted.

Somewhere along the way, you suspected you harboured feelings for the Russian. You wernt sure exactly what kind, but you knew that each time he was put at risk, even knowing his ability, you couldn’t help but interfere.

Which brings us to where the two of you are now.

“Fyodorrrr, wanna play a card game with me?” Nikolai’s bubbly voice boomed through the Decay Of Angel’s headquarters. You held a somewhat fond feeling for Nikolai, despite not interacting with him much.

“Cmonnnn, you’ve been staring at a computer screen for days! Your eyes are gonna go SQUARE! SQUAREEE!!” He exclaims, his arms flailing around like a mad man.

“If you’d like, I can handle the Jester whilst you continue what you’re doing.”

“As useful as ever, dear (Y/N)”

“If not a useful asset to you, Demon Fyodor, what am I worth?”

“You’re worth everything, my dear.”

“How you flatter me.”

His pretty words do little to your synthetic heart, however you adhere to the puppet strings he’s attached to you and play your part well, knowing Fyodor may be in a mood tonight.

“Hey Nikolai, how about we go up to the Sky Casino and visit Sigma? We haven’t seen him in awhile and it’s not going to be long before we set out to go get that silly little book the boss wants.” You reason with the jester, smiling at him.

“A wonderful idea, lovley (Y/N)! I know what you’re doing, distracting me from disrupting the grumpy Fyodor’s tech work, however I’ll humor you for now.” He concludes, grabbing your arm harshly and spinning away into his cloak.

“How’d you end up as a butler for that constant-stick-up-his-ass Fydor? If anything (Y/N), you should be ordering him around.” Sigma states bluntly, just the two of you alone. Nikolai was off bothering the Casino guests and Sigma had learned to just let him do as he pleases.

There’s no restraining something that doesn’t have the ability to be restrained.

“I simply admire Fyodor and his goals. He piqued my interest, and so I broke down his walls and forced my way into his life, eventually leading him to take me on as his underlying.” You lie through your teeth. You knew Fyodor had some sense of worship towards you, which was almost funny. The man who preached God had a sense of devotion to a demon from the pits of hell.

How ironic.

Sigma only hums in your response, seemingly satisfied with your answer. You inch closer to him on the couch you were both resting on in his private quarters, and toyed around with his artificial hair.

You knew Sigma wasn’t human, and part of you knew that he knew you were no less human then he was, yet he never addressed it.

The man in question only glared at you, but decided against telling you off. You were always quite touchy, especially when it came to Nikolai or himself. Often toying with his hair or pinching Nikolai’s cheeks, however it was rare of you to even touch Fyodor without his explicit consent.

“If you want Sigma, I wouldn’t be opposed to showing you why Fyodor keeps me around after the suns sets”

You tease at him as sigmas face instantly turns into that of shock. You smirk and shuffle away, giggling as he whacks your head with force.

“As if I’d even consider getting into a bed with a freak like you, go mess around with Nikolai or something, because I have work I need to catch up on.”

You watch as he struts away, his heels clicking against the tiles of the Sky Casino. You were only half joking about getting into bed with Sigma, he was defiantly a sight for sore eyes.

You can imagine just how livid Fyodor would be if he found out though, after all you were his property by contract.”

“Oh well, I guess I better go collect Nikolai, we’ve got a long few weeks ahead of us.”

I feel like I didn’t do this idea justice at all wtf I’m so mad abt this. The original idea I had for this was a LOT more spicy though so ig I can’t really help it 😒

[fiddles-ifs]

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The ground stinks. It meets your hands in a shower of wet mud, an explosion of sick and blood, soaking the spaces between your fingers. When your vision focuses again, finally stops wobbling around and making double of itself, you find your palms soaked red. You crawl on your hands and knees to the body in front of you. You turn them over on their back. A man, not one of yours, and you slap his face a few times before you realize his eyes are milky and staring ahead, unblinking. There’s nothing you could do for him now. You look at his legs and find them still facing downwards. They didn’t move with the rest of him.

All the information comes to you backwards — his bisected waist, the guts spilling across the dirt, red, red and so much red. You stand up numbly. Your horse lies dead several feet away, and you remember in your haze that’s the reason why you were bucked off. You try and look at something — anything — else.

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happy update day!! i have to be up in. checks watch. six hours. so the update is coming at exactly midnight, and then i'll queue appropriately. but steady progress is being made on tkp!! im taking a small break from greenwarden to focus on making tkp and erinys look nice as a side project to querying agents for my book. it's a process. yk how it is.

what you see right now are mockups, the actual product looks uh. well. it looks like this

far cry from how i want it to look, but im working on it.

after finishing the css, all i have to do is write and edit chapter 1 and it'll be ready for demo release!

also, happy spooky season! im working on something for greenwarden that most certainly will not be done by Halloween, but i think you'll like it. it involves costumes and maybe stickers. watch this space

[satocidal]

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ Unfortunately, Yours

↳ Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Episode 1:-

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Synopsis: It is when the birth right is snatched from your hands that your eyes truly ever open—especially when it’s always been there, right in your grasp. The Throne was yours, that was the truth promised and yet- yet your fate lay sealed with a certain Gojo. With an arranged marriage set in plan, alongs sets the plan of murder—within a wife who wants the throne and a husband who wants nothing but power, but suffers with them the present and the future of other two—especially when the lies of the past start surfacing.

— Word count: 3.9k

— A/n: ahhhh I have so many nerves lmao because this is the first chapter and I don’t wanna ruin it at all lol. And I wanna keep everything so subtle yk? But hope you guys like this!

— Warnings: Asshole Satoru; Asshole reader; mentions of adultery; slight objectification(?); Fem Bodied! Reader; usage of feminine terms; author thinks she can write💀 ps: I’ve never seen Christian weddings (or whatever I’ve written idk lol) so bare with me; typos

Hands that were trained, calloused once with bruises, prepared to be painted with blood now sat idle—a diamond ring in the finger.

Fate- the red string- two ends.

About 8 billion people walked the surface of earth—it was said, heard, stated, passed—The Greek god Zeus split each one of us into halves, punished to roam the earth and find our other half—the soulmate. Fatalism stated that everything was predestined- so it must be true, the concept of it.

Marriage—sacred, pure.

The day was clear as ever in your eyes—your father had entered the room, a solemn look on his face, a ring in hand; the entire month you had watched as the Gojos became a usual Tomorrow; you had watched as your sisters giggled at the premonition of your marriage; you had watched as the tables shifted and you had watched, and watched and watched.

Eyes numb, heart aching and mind a mess, you watched for that was all you could do now.

It was rushed, the whole process of it—a month ago your wedding planned and a month later you were gone. You didn’t want the wedding, you were sure Satoru Gojo didn’t either—“He’s so in love with you,” from your cousins deluded you—“I’m so lucky to have you,” from his mother.

Mind filled with thoughts of a man you’d only meet at the night of your wedding.

No amount of convincing could’ve been for you to utter a yes—but a definitive “You will do it,” from your father did wonders.

“You’ll be alright,” a whisper—your mother’s, soft, harsh.

“You have to be alright,” a demand—your father’s, careful, adamant.

“Promise me you’ll be alright,” a thought—your sister’s, empty, or so you dared to think.

And that was true, in a lonesome bind, you thought a lot.

You thought when your sister braided your hair, pretty, elegant—nothing you’d ever found yourself to be defined as.

You thought while your mother and grandmother, aunts and maids—they giggled, old wives’ tales falling off chastised lips like honey.

You thought when you found your father’s eyes hiding—nervous, you’d noted but you only thought.

And you thought still when the morning arrived, you sister kneeling beside you—eyes focused, narrowed, fingers working fast to smoothen the white.

Perfect the white.

Perfect your impure white—the dirty kind.

And finally, alone with your sister, you spoke.

“You must be glad,”

A silence met you, heavy.

“Don’t be shy about it, not anymore,”

A sigh— she got up slow, eyes focused still on your white gown—“you look gorgeous,” a mumble you heard.

You found yourself staring at her curls—when did she curl those you wondered, but then she’d answer that you didn’t care and perhaps, you didn’t.

Not usually.

“We’re sisters Aki,” you pestered, “you can tell me ya know?” You winked—a smirk, a tease—all to prove your point.

“The wedding is to begin in an hour now then, be prepared,”

“Don’t change topics. Tell me you’re happy about it, about all this,”

Another sigh—a glare and a huff, “Has father stuffed lies so deep your throat that you’re begging to hear them now?”

Again, silence.

Father—

Your eye twitched—nose puffed and eyes flared at your form in the mirror—you did you look gorgeous, or at least, different. A good different, arguably.

“Alright,” she mumbled quietly then, “c’mere—” her hands beckoned you close, her own navy blue contrasting to your pure white—ironic, you mused.

“What,” face scrunched, you let out—causing your sister to chuckle, “At least smile at your own wedding y/n,”

A scoff—“I’ll cry if I damn want to—and no, not for the dramatics,” a chuckle, this time, mutual.

“I’ll miss you,” you heard her whisper against you, entrapped in an embrace you stood, stiff—your eyes lay blank.

“Was it…my—”

“It’s not to chastise you,”

“It’s no less than that,”

“Endure it,”

A tear, quick, rolled down your cheek—wiped off all too quickly by your own sister—for you were to look perfect tonight.

Perfect for your perfect husband.

“Find your happiness there,” she whispered against your shoulder—you sobbed, “Why is he sending me away?”

Cruel. Cruel. Cruel.

“He sent us all away- even mother,” her hands patted your back- the touch felt foreign—“Not me,” your voice rasped, “I was different, I was better, I was the best he had,” her hands tensed around you—“I don’t know,” she confessed, “but promise me, you’ll be happy there,”

You nodded- empty.

“He’s going to be a fool in love,” her voice adorned, his mother- sharp- “So fortunate to get someone like you in my house, such a sweet pretty thing you are,” you smiled in accordance- hands clenched.

It was for her sake, you believed, the Gojo family worked in her shadow— a finger lifted meant everyone had to stand, a finger pressed and silence—in some way or the other, she stood to be your admiration. To hold power was to be nothing however to call power, now that, you admired.

It was in the way she was subtle but oh so glorified—Kana Gojo, perhaps the only woman or human you’d dared to look upto.

You smiled as she’d walked you around—parading shops through shops, looking for what she deemed the perfect dress—perfect, she wanted it to be—perfect not for her son but perfect in every sense of it.

-

A gift placed in your hand- bribe—“Aren’t you the sweetest Hm?” A smile, vaunted- his father, a careful spendthrift in every sense of the word.

You smiled, nodded and chuckled—“only learned from the best,” your eyes zoom over to your mother—never learned anything from her, you didn’t, and yet—formalities and a certain charm, you graced them evidently.

The head of the house, at least on paper—he didn’t hold much prowess with the profits but then, Gojos barely needed any more profit for the empire was built well and well enough to not crash. He did, however, hold his hands high and wide—welcoming, warm; everything his wife was not.

Not yin to her yang but the epitomised silver to her gold — Ginji Gojo, perhaps the only man to accustom himself to his wife, the only man you never truly could understand, along his son, of course.

You grinned as he lead you, hand held in his own—eyes searching for the perfect diamond to adorn not your finger but your marriage.

-

Shy glances and shyer hello-s he muttered, it was cute—you supposed, in the way a letter found is way in your hands—“Read it when you’re alone please,”—his cousin brother, innocent.

‘Hello,’ it began—cut off—‘Dear Y/n,’—cut off—‘assume I said something cool,’ you chuckled, the rest, a memory nestled deep in your mind.

He was young, 9–someone you hoped to inspire—Megumi—he didn’t know much, or anything at all, a subtle age of nine after all. But he knew enough.

Not enough to strike competition but smart enough to be called his successor; he was a smart kid you’d mused, a polite greet everytime you two met, a sweeter letter handed everytime.

Twice he cut off the beginning every time and deliberate you’d found it be—cuter still. And he lead you still, hand holding onto yours as he helped you decide on the flavour of the cake.

The girl, you watched from the corner of your eyes, chuckled, a hand reaching out to slap her father’s hand away—he chuckled, smiled, conversed—something and everything you never had.

A tear rolled down your cheek, salty—“Crying already?” The voice was gruff, your father’s.

“Father,” you muttered, hands reaching upto wipe the tear away quick—“Don’t,” he muttered, “Tears are useful.”

You could only nod.

The man stood beside you, taller by a decent inch or two—hands stuffed in his pocket and a bow tie tight around his neck; the man was slender— a ghost of the figure he used to be, could’ve been. A potential wasted, he called himself—a potential wasted, you too.

You watched him as he moved around you, hefty eyes felt heavy, scanning your form—“You look fine,” a compliment he’d deem it—perhaps it was, “Didn’t know white was your colour.”

It wasn’t.

Did he know anything about you? At all? No.

“Suppose it is, today onwards,” he smiled, you frowned, “That’s my girl.”

Another tear rolled quick, then another and they kept rolling, you stood blank.

“No,” you scowled defiantly—his hands working quick—scowl, mirroring yours as he wiped the tears—“When I said tears, I didn’t mean these many. You cannot possibly be this dramatic.”

An empty grin.

“Dramatic?” Voice pitched, brows raised, heart shattering you stared at him—“I am being dramatic?” Loud enough you were to have people raise the awareness that the bride was moody- or so they’d gossip and so you’d let them.

His eyes narrowed—a sign, quite usually telling you to quieten down—not today, “Why are you doing this?” You finally asked, shoulders relieved, heart heavier still—afraid the answer might me the truth you’ve fed yourself.

“Is this some- some-” you paused, a breath caught, eyes cast down—“punishment? Did I do something wrong?”

And in that moment, perhaps you were nothing more than a little girl—perhaps in that moment you wanted nothing more than your father’s reassurance—perhaps things could’ve been better.

But they weren’t—glory of fate itself.

“Don’t create a fucking scene,”

Had hearts really been made of glass, your father would’ve heard yours break—not once but a million times in that second. Again and again and again.

A noise—static.

“Yes sir,” you muttered, eyes dancing along his hands—you shuddered—he twisted his own.

-

His hands were soft as they held yours, he lead you slow, your father did.

The white veil that you’d spent hours to decide upon, the one you would never care about—it swept beside you, gasps escaping the lips of many as you walked out.

And there, there your eyes met his.

Poised he stood, white hair slicked back—nothing like those superficial memories his mother had told about, nothing like the tabloids you’d seen. This man, the one on your altar—that was Satoru Gojo.

Not the Toru’ you’d heard of, not the Heir of Gojos you’d kept your eyes upon, not the stubborn and hardheaded Satoru-san his maids had warned you about, not anything you’d known.

This was Satoru Gojo, your husband to be.

You hadn’t assumed your wedding to be a fairytale—in all honesty, you hadn’t assumed anything at all.

A prison you’d deemed it on the first day and perhaps that was all it was—but something, just something in you cried all too much when Satoru didn’t slip so much as a smile towards you.

Don’t get me wrong, he’d grinned and smirked all night- teased by his friends—congratulated by everyone—he did show joy, in some meaning of the word.

Not to you- but I suppose a win that was too—after all, a marriage is built on the truths right?

Eyes moist, a tear he did let go off—superficial it was, you knew it, but a hero Satoru Gojo would be deemed the next day in the magazines his family would pay good money to.

Yours was never meant to be that perfect wedding, not at the core of it—you knew that from day one of the sequenced wedding but then—just something, someone in you cried a little too. Just someone broke inside when you realised it wouldn’t be your husband who cried the moment he set his eyes on his bride—it wouldn’t be you telling those cute stories about your wedding day.

It wouldn’t be you—it was normal you’d heard, for grooms to be overwhelmed in there weddings- the thought of spending a forever with his bride, the supposed memories flooding their mind—but it wouldn’t be for you. He stood there with hands behind him, eyes awaiting you presence still.

A smile he held—empty as you joined him—eyes were very telling you r father had preached, never once had you found him to be wrong.

His hands felt cold as you held them—cold like your father’s, colder still somehow was his presence. And your realised, heart — to what you had thought to be a void — breaking as you realised that the marriage was a cage to him as much as you. Neither happy—he wasn’t happy with your presence.

Pathetic. But again, did it truly matter?

The wedding had begun— officiated, soon your “I do”s would slip, the wedding couldn’t be stopped now, not ever.

And in that moment your eyes flickered to your own mother—she stood regal.

Embroidery she’d fought into you, cooking and baking, sewing a skill she’d made you own too—pity she couldn’t teach you controlling your emotions—pity your father was your influence.

Your eyes managed to flicker onto him—saintly, your brain mused—your heart couldn’t help but agree. And those saintly features held an ugly heart you told yourself, solace to a lonesome mind.

“Satoru, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect Y/N, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”

When he took a moment to answer with a blank gaze, you could feel tiny pricks being sent straight to your heart. Just a mere glance at his stolid mien was enough for you to believe that he was going to call off the wedding and run away—mayhaps you wanted that, mayhaps, you didn’t.

What else could you expect?

He clearly didn’t want this, understandable was the fact. It wouldn’t surprise you if he took a step back and announced that he couldn’t go on in making an oath to offer the rest of his life with you. That he would rather get out of this hell hole and be somewhere else than to proclaim a love that was being forced out of him.

“I do,” he professed, despite the inner turmoil that plagued his head.

You sighed—soft.

“Y/n, do you promise to love, honour and cherish and protect Satoru, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”

Your eyes were quick—a glance here and there and everywhere—the pause was heavy; you watched your father’s nod of encouragement—your mother’s sharp eyes—his mother’s smile, fake- his father’s sip of champagne—your sister’s eyes’ were hazy; his best friend tipsy.

You couldn’t say no—“I do,”

“Bride and Groom, you have heard the words of love and marriage, have exchanged your vows and made your promises, and celebrated your union with the giving and receiving of rings. It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant declared, “you may now kiss the bride.”

Your eyes widened behind your veil- your first- the breath hitched as Satoru removed your veil—crystal seemed his eyes, crystal clear was his distaste. He was tall—comical in fact—you tip toed slight, he leaned in a bit—the kiss was warm, chill, foreign. His hand rested upon your cheek, a stroke—a pull, brief.

Your eyes watched as he pulled away, a new smile on his lips—an actor he could’ve proven to be.

A million thoughts clouded you and him—known to only the two of you—marriage worked quick in that sense you supposed, mother and you sister weer perhaps right. But when all was said and done—the marriage was officiated.

And your eyes met then—a thought passed between you and your husband—stuck together—Unfortunately, Yours.

Hair slicked, ivory, elegant.

For a man who was yours even when he wasn’t—you supposed he was good.

Gojo Satoru swept across the room—a smile on his face, gentle; gentler was the rhythm he walked at. Here and there, he conversed, after all, a man of his charm he was- taking after none but his father.

Idle gossip danced along his ears while he giggled with women—politics fell off his lips as he sipped on the champagne—he teased and played with children too, laughing and joking with them—Gojo Satoru smiled to all but his wife-to-be. She sat there, quiet, unmoving, unrelenting—she lay still.

“It’s the fifth time you’ve stared at her in the last 3 minutes,” a glass in hand—a black suit adorned, Suguru waltzed beside him—a sly grin on his face, “I know you’re married but that’s really desperate, even for you,”

“Shut up,” Satoru muttered, grinning wide at the new set of guests—hand motioning the waiters to attended to it.

Suguru chuckled again, “Your dad really didn’t help out today either huh?”

“Old geezer’s getting drunk,” voice, plain—monotonous, hands clenched at his sides —begging to run through his hair—to ruin it all.

“How was she?”

“Boring,”

Suguru’s eyes zoomed on to the specific waitress—limping—he sighed, “Your mother was worried sick and you’re having affairs already?,” he began, hands reaching up to fix the shirt, “And today is your wedding today—have some etiquette,”

Eyes rolled—the same dialogue slipped off his mouth—“You’re becoming my mother—and she isn’t random; as is I’ll get her fired now,” he grinned this time around, “but not anymore, I’ve already got another woman to fuck around with,” a hand—sharp—landed on his head.

“Respect her,” the raven haired boy muttered, eyes focused and cast down, “She’s your wife today onwards—not just some woman you can fuck whenever you want,”

Satoru scowled, hands rubbing the back of his head, the spot where Suguru struck, “That’s all she means,”

“Don’t tempt me to make her a widow before she’s even married Satoru,” a grin, a huge one Suguru masked—words deadly balanced.

“Treat her well Satoru,”

“You marry her then,”

“Suck it up and smile,”

“Fuck you,”

“I will,”—a grin, a chuckle and that was that. A hand patted Satoru on the back—“Treat her well,” Suguru muttered again, both their eyes cast onto you—where a smile rested on both their lips, only one was genuine. Your eyes found tracing their oath to their spot too, black and white—they seemed a beautiful set—your eyes cast to your own gown and your sister’s. White and navy blue—all the same.

A couple and another, a pair of four.

Suguru let his eyes cast down to his watch—about time for the dance—“Satoru,” his voice was smooth, “it’s time for your dance,”

He hummed—“Her father, or I suppose mine too now—he wanted her first dance,” Suguru raised his brows, “and you let him? What happened ‘I don’t share’” A small smirk played on the younger male’s lips.

“I don’t share what’s mine—not all that-” another strike, harder.

-

Inhale, exhale- again.

You hands shook, and ears ringed—you were married. The statement related in your mind for the 5th time since.

Married. Tied down.

“Entertain me with the first dance m’lady?” Your eyes narrowed—sharp—“Father?”

Beside you stood you father indeed, an aura different—an aura that had become his past.

He smiled, kind—your confusion only grew—“It’s time sweetheart,” Your teeth clenched; sweetheart?

You nodded still—be his good girl—his hand held yours; yours, his.

The music was slow- none that you recognised, you needn’t, you’d want to forget the moment already. The applause for you was blurry, everything around you was too. Eyes didn’t bother running off to your mother, nor your husband—they never did around your father.

And in the moment, you could’ve sworn to the vain memory you held—your father seemed like the man you once knew; seemed like the one who had abandoned you. Rage seized a decent part of your mind—desperation to hold onto him took charge of the other.

He held you close- an embrace not felt in forever, “You’ll be fine baby,” he mumbled into your ear—“don’t say that,” you were quick to add.

“Don’t be like this,” you added next, his heart broke, yours already was.

He knew however, what you meant- not a single objection he raised, guilt all too evident on the face that held its own wisdom. Evident however, only to those who knew him and pity lay such, he never let you.

“Just entertain me here,” you finally spoke—a minute left of your song—“why did you agree to this? We’re not- we’re not in need of money, we’ve the perfect military- you’ve raised me enough for me to take over at any given instance then why—why them?”

His gaze should’ve hardened—you expected it; it softened.

“I apologise.”

You nodded yet again- an answer unkempt.

-

Satoru’s hand felt the same it had the altar, soft, scented- something you perhaps wanted to hated.

He spun you around—a man of honour your mother would call him, you beckoned yourself to him—a lady of grace his mother would call you.

People danced all around you, your eyes found their way onto your sister, smiling and giggling—suitors all around her, you smiled.

Eyes couldn’t help but falter at Suguru Geto- Satoru’s best friend, you’d learned—his presence too. In a shy corner he stood- girls around him, you wouldn’t blame them—he sought that attention after all, evident.

“You like this song?” Your eyes snapped onto Satoru—“Pardon?”

“This song, do you like it?” Your eyes gazed everyone—all the while, his, you.

“I’ve…never heard it before—”

“—well I particularly hate it,” your brows raised—“Oh alright,” you nodded, “I’ll make sure to not add it to the playlist ‘Wedding 2.0’,”

Smiles you both held- not for each other, formal entirely—“Hilarious,” he muttered, “Makes two of us,” you snapped back.

A momentary silence fell and you couldn’t yourself—“Don’t try to play the husband here, you don’t accept me and I don’t accept you which is all but fine by me but I don’t need you to make idle conversations.” Voice sharp- eyes more so.

He grinned—“Feisty Hm?” Your nose flared—“alright I’ll entertain you with the non-idle kind,” eyes looked down at you condescension, was it?

“Daddy raised you as his war general yeah?” Your jaw clenched, “what did they call you? His right arm? His best gem?”

“Domestic abuse,” you began slow, “is a very real concept Satoru,” you smiled dangerously sweet—“Pray tell, the way you speak may make you victim soon,”

He chuckled quietly, nothing humorous, “Daddy also taught you weaponry?”

“Don’t speak of him like that-respect him,” you warned, teeth gritted—both of yours eyes zooming onto him—Satoru smiled.

“Of course, nothing against my father-in-law,” another grin, “But I can say whatever to you right baby?”

You hated him.

Your eyes scanned his, his- yours.

A frown, a grin.

A cough sounded beside you just then—the man just as tall as your husband, just as, if not more so, elegant.

Your eyes met his—a pit, yours and his.

“M’lady,” he smiled smoothly- bending just enough to kiss your hand—eyes cast quick onto Satoru, “One dance with the lady of the night please?”

Never a question, only a statement.

“Yes please,” Satoru muttered all too quick- a sharp glance, yours and Suguru’s.

Before you knew it you were swept right away, Suguru danced faster—a style which complimented yours, Satoru? Quiet the very same as yours, clashing.

You smiled as he picked the momentum with you, a chuckle his too—“You look stunning tonight,”

A nervous smile you passed-“All the very same to you sir,” his eyes crept onto your skin quick—“Why, seems like it’s just the two War Generals appreciating each other,” he laughed.

You laughed along- your eyes pausing to scan the hilt of his dagger in the suit—“Talent sees talent, eh?”

Another laugh- empty. What had swept you off was pleasant, what danced with you was hollow.

“The wedding,” Suguru added—your ears perked.

“Yes?” You reflected instantly—“You helped in the management right?” He smiled—your eyes narrowed.

Bastard, you both mused.

You nodded politely, “Well a good wife has to take care of things yeah?”

He grinned, “Oh you’re all too good m’lady,” voice a whisper, “Seems to me you’ll give me a run for my life,”

You grinned back, “Bless my heart Suguru—never to my family.”

Eyes hollow, minds ran fast—‘Interesting’ you both wondered as Suguru handed you back to his best friend and your husband.

‘Interesting indeed’.

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[lokissweater]

dudeee I fear megumi begging got me riled up!!!! is it possible to have sub!megumi x dom!reader anytime soon 😎😎 I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH BTWWW U ALWAYS DEVOUR WITH UR WRITING IM GONNA CRY. I JUST NOTICED HOW MEGUMI IS LITERALLY SOOOOOO IN LOVE WITH HER LIKE HOW DO I EVEN EXPLAIN DUDE. IDK BROOO I LOVE HOW THEY'RE SO INTO EACH OTHER LIKE MATCHING THEIR FREAKS AND ALLATTTT I WANT ITTTTTT:((((.

IT WAS WORTH WAITING FOR ALMOST A MONTH FOR THE MLBMEGUMI4. HOPEFULLY IT DOESN'T GO AS FAR CUZ DAWGGG IM LEGIT IN LOVE WITH MLB!MEGUMI. 😭😭🙏🙏 nah don't even play I'm not even a BIG megumi fan but your writing is so good it got me hooked! 💋💋 PLEASEEE TAKE MY LIVER KIDNEY TYPE SHIT I WANT AN MLB!MEGUMI 5 SOONNNNN AAAAAAAA SCREAMINGGGG 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

just an idea tho if you dont have anything yet.. I was thinking how megumi already ate y/n out but she never yk... gave him head AT LEAST NOT WRITTEN YET, they probably did it already BUT DAMNN I WANT MEGUMI TO BE WHINYYY CUZ IK READER GON TEASE HIMMMM. yk how november is coming too??? yk what THAT means 🔥🔥 NO NUT NOVEMBER!!!

^^^^^ alright as I WAS THINKING WHAT IF READER ASKS MEGUMI TO JOIN THE NNN YKKKKK??? AND HE'S LIKE CONFUSED AND AGREED WHATSOEVER BUT THEN NOT EVEN A HALF WEEK YET HE'S ALREADY GOING WEAAAAAAKKKK CUZ OF HOW MUCH READER IS TEASING HIM LIKE SEDUCING HIM AND SHIT.

just an idea thooo!!!! the plot is totally yours to dooo ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Btw I'm glad youre back now! I was really worried you weren't saying anything 🥹🥹🥹 I MISSED U AND UR REPLIES TO UR ASKSSS NICOLEEEE DONT DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT EVER AGAIKNNN

- O⁠_⁠o

BROOOOOO WRITING BEGGING MEGUMI LIKE THAT MADE MY BRAIN SHORT CIRCUIT I FEAAAARRRR !!!!! i love me a crying begging desperate man and 🫦🫦🫦 WHERE THEY AT?!? WHERE IS MEGUMI IRL ?!? IM GETTING SICK AND TIRED AND TWISTED WAITING !!!

BUT I KNOOOOOWWWWW the pure unadulterated love that mlb!megumi has for reader is ACTUALLY NUUUTTTSSSSSS it’s so beautiful and fluffy FUCK ima need me some of that be for real rn 😻😻😻🫶🫶🫶

IM SOOOOO HAPPY YOU LOVED IT OH MY GOD NOTHING MAKES ME HAPPIER THAN THAAATTT AND IM ACTUALLY CRYING U R SOO FUNNNYYYYY all i need is a smooch that’s it !! 😝😝🫵 AND I KNOW IT WAS A WHILE i try to release his series after three other fics bc i don’t wanna just keep writing him back to back i wanna make him last !!! 🥹🥹💕💕💕

THE IMMMMAAAAGGGEEEE YOU JUST PLANTED IN MY HEAD I AM CHEWING AT MY WALLS AND DIGESTING WHITE PAINT AS A RESULT !!!! I SWEAR TO GOD i’m putting whiny megumi again in the next one with a big ol BJ from reader and that’s that i need it I NEEEDDDD IT

THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN THIS WAS SUCH A TREEEAATTT YOUUU ARE A TREEAATTT AND IM SOOO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING LIKE THAT I SWEAR I WILL NEVA DO IT AGAIN !!! 🥹💕💕 thank you for worrying about me i love you 🥹🥹💕💕💕

MWAAAHHHHH HAVE A GOOD DAAAYYY !!!

[supermentaleyeliner]

2 episodes into KAOS and weeped...

first of all. dionysus. just. fucking dionysus.

that man is all i needed to cure my emotional support spirit slut deficiency. bububuub that's not the point. (it kinda is)

this show reminds me so much of the umbrella academy it makes me cry. i mean, the music. THE MUSIC !!!!! i haven't even finished episode 2 and hold on i'm coming and the passenger both ???? did you expect me not to notice that???? did you expect me not to clutch my heart and die on the spot????

and when you took dionysus to the cave did you expect that it would not remind me of soul kitchen and kill me???? did you expect my brain not to be filled with SÉANCE in a mere second????? thank god for this. all my love right now goes to my friend who made me watch this, but that's another story.

just jessuuuusus chrrrrissttttt did you expect me not to think of klaus hargreeves my beloved while you showed me dionysus cackling in the front and backseat of the car, while orpheus is freaked out like that? did you expect that you could give me a funeral and a down-toned yet cuntingly dressed dionysus fixated on the one thing everyone else wasn't, be a step behind every movement during the ceremony, give him a purpose right there and i wouldn't start crying WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS???

and THE UNDERWORLD, oh, the underworld. it gave me tua and loki at the same time. the tva especially from the point where we see hades (god praise david thewlis). and the black and white filter and the buildings and the educational video.

and caneus??? him dying like that??? did you expect that i would not start laughing and crying in hysteria just the way we all did as klaus died and came back to life?

hell, the boat thing even reminded me of old Korean myths on the afterlife. bloody beautiful. i can't.

the whole show is just a reminder of tua and i can't believe--- if i hadn't found it---

it's just the same vibe yk??? the usage of music???

this is so unorganized and i'll probably regret posting this later, but i just had to get it out and written before it all flew out of me. there's so much more that i noticed from this !!! ugh !!!! i'm so happy right now. i can't describe it. vero.

also...

i found this almost exactly one and a half day after i fell in love with klaus (started tua). now, talking with my friend, i basically said the same thing but about dionysus. ugh thank god to kaos existing for a tua slut like this.

kaos will not replace the umbrella academy but further ignite the hold it has on me, the love i have for it...

[zzhadz]

The way some writers post black reader content is concerning. The way the reader is treated, plus turning the characters we know into a personification of a stereotypical black man is just…

Also let’s not sexualize every piece of work in the black reader category or have the characters that are being written be abusive and degrading in a weird manner. And the dialogue used is just questionable😭. Of course ik the reader would speak in a certain way because of course their black but the character! Now yk that Asian/white character is not saying those words ever 😭 plus it corny coming from their mouths specifically.

So let’s revaluate the way we want to present black reader stories!

[queermediaismypassion]

you know the thing that REALLY gets me pissed off about these bucktommys crashing out post-breakup ?

they're calling oliver stark biphobic for suggesting a sex montage where he goes through multiple men and women, right ?

meanwhile they're out here saying tommy being written off the show took away the queer rep.

buck is still bisexual when he's single and he'd still be bisexual if he starts dating a woman. implying anything else is TEXTBOOK BIPHOBIA.

even ignoring buck, we still have henren ? yk the MARRIED LESBIANS ?

oh but of course i forget they're racist misogynists like tommy so let me remind y'all JOSH EXISTS. there's your white gay man. shut up.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

The verbal aggression towards women has been something about the show that makes me uncomfortable. Physical aggression is called out on the show, as it should be. But, verbal aggression or threatening body language is rarely shown as the abusive act that it is. There are two distinct scenes that spiked my anxiety from this. One is Ian leaning right over Fiona and hissing at her after she asked about his meds. I know he didn't mean it because he wasn't in his right mind and Fiona picked a terrible moment to ask that question. The other is Lip screaming at Fiona in s9 and that one made me mad because no one told him to chill out. He's standing directly above her and his body language looks way out of line.

i agree with this so much.

i usually sympathize with ian more when it comes to this situation, mainly because, as you said, he was really having a difficult time- but despite this, how he was acting was not acceptable and made me very uncomfortable.

as for lip, fuck him in that scene. he had no fucking right to yell at her and if you think he did, fuck you too. at least ian had a decent-ish reason; but lip was just mad because his sponsor relapsed (due to fiona, but fiona had no fucking clue who this guy was so how was that her fault) and he needed to take his anger out because somebody never learned anger management and so he needs to act like a goddamn toddler all of the fucking time (sorry i love lip but lip slander is also fun oops).

and debbie, carl, and kelly all just watching it happen really irked me. especially debbie and carl. like they’re used to this fucking grown man having temper tantrum’s and yelling at women. carl and liam will always be the most well-adjusted men in the family because they treat women like people (ian too, of course, but there is the scene i just talked about in season 8 + the scene in season 11 of him and mickey that v called them out for, but i don’t completely blame them there because everyone on that show has said bitch or something like that before- still wrong, but yk).

i think if you really want to look into why ian and lip act that way, you can just see how frank treated monica. how monica said that frank literally has physically fought her and given her scars and how frank screams at monica. they grew up in a hostile environment where men doing that wasn’t necessarily a big deal, but newsflah! you’re both adults, and that’s your sister, fucking act like it.

i really wish that verbal aggression was addressed more, as you said. or at least, i wish that it was made to seem as big of a deal as it really is because it’s not just like “men having emotions” it’s men acting unacceptable.

honorable mention to this, although it wasn’t verbal, it was physical: remember when frank hit debbie in 7x12? we (the fandom) don’t talk about that enough, and we should.

moments like ian and lip screaming at fiona really remind me that this show was in fact, written by men. i mean- yeah there’s a few women who have written some episodes or have helped but overall, it was created originally by a man (paul abbott), and it was written by a man (john wells). the show is amazing, fucking phenomenal, actually, but it is also about a white man, written by white men. it has homophobic, biphobic, and sexist undertones. it will always be fucking great, yet fucking awful.

[hrtiu]

omg happy birthday!🥳 I hope you're having an amazing day with lots of sunshine, tasty food and happiness.

If you're feeling inspired can you write some domestic bliss with foxiyo? I'm thinking maybe when they're both old(er?) since that's something rarely explored (at least as far as I've seen). Idk I just think they'd be that cute elderly couple yk 😭

Thanks for the prompt and the birthday wishes! Sorry I wasn't able to finish it right away, but hey. I haven't written any fic in months so this is still pretty good for me??

I haven't really edited this so... hopefully it's ok???

Riyo Chuchi could not sleep.

She stared up at the dim, roughly-textured ceiling and blew out a breath. There was a time when she’d work herself so hard every day that she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to fall into bed rather than on the floor. And now she regularly found herself waking up in the wee hours of the morning, her body tired and aching but her mind stubbornly and insistently awake.

She rolled over onto her side and sighed. No, this position wasn’t any better. She felt no less restless, no less stretched thin by unwilling wakefulness. Across the bed from her, Fox’s broad back slowly expanded with a deep inhale. Riyo smiled to herself. At least the view was better on her side.

After another half hour of staring at Fox’s back, Riyo admitted defeat and got out of bed. She went to the ‘fresher, brushed her teeth, and combed her snow-white hair. The texture of her hair was wiry and tough--both its color and texture a far cry from the famously-luscious lavender locks of her youth. Then she went to her terminal and checked her messages. 

A few updates from Ahsoka, a brief, businesslike note from Mom Mothma, and a bunch of adverts. Great. Riyo wondered how she hadn’t appreciated the days when her terminal was stuffed to bursting with urgent messages--full of people wanting her assistance, her opinion, her time. It had been overwhelming, yes. But at least she’d felt needed.

She spent a while--much longer than necessary--answering her messages. Then she checked the news and let her eyes glaze over as the goings-on of distant planets filled the terminal. Several hours passed this way, and the sun finally began to peak through the closed shades of her study.

“Been up long?” Fox’s gravelly voice broke through Riyo’s near trance.

She looked up at him and smiled wryly. “A little while,” she said, knowing he would catch her understatement.

He crossed the room to her, his stiff leg traveling just a little slower than the other. He rested his hand on her shoulder, and she couldn’t help but notice the slight tremble to his once-firm grip.

“I’m sorry, my sun,” he said. “The meds aren’t helping?”

“They help me fall asleep, but I just can’t stay asleep for long,” Riyo said with a shrug. “I could take more, but I don’t want to overdo it.”

“That’s probably wise. You should wake me up next time. I’d be happy to keep you company.”

“At least one of us should be getting rest,” Riyo protested.

Fox let out a noncommittal sound and lowered himself into the chair next to her. 

Riyo rested her head on his shoulder, her whole body relaxing at the familiar contact. As her muscles melted into him, he still felt stiff beneath her. He hid it well, but she knew how uncomfortable the stiffness that held every joint in his body tight must be. He had once been a super soldier, a man in peak physical condition. If she was missing the way she used to feel, how hard must it be for him?

She peaked up at him through her lashes, his silvery stubble and strong nose still so attractive to her, after all these years. 

“How are you doing, love?” she asked. “I know you must be having trouble, too.”

Fox shook his head. “No, not at all.”

Riyo couldn’t hold back her snort. “I was at your last doctor’s appointment. I know your condition is progressing. But you never complain!” She sat up, turning in chair to face him fully. “You know you can always tell me how you feel, right?”

“Of course,” Fox said, taking her hands in his. “And you are right. I wake up in pain every day. It’s getting more difficult to walk. And I’m frustrated that I can’t trust myself with a blaster anymore.”

It was what she’d asked for, but still Riyo’s heart constricted in her chest. Fox was in pain, and she knew he wouldn’t even acknowledge any pain if it wasn’t significant. She squeezed his hands. “Fox…”

“But I’m happy, Riyo,” Fox cut in, firm and confident. “The pain is a nuisance, but it doesn’t bother me that much. I hardly even think of it.”

“How can you not think of it? It affects every step you take. It keeps you from doing so many things you love-”

“I don’t think of it, because I am happy.”

Riyo shook her head, feeling that she was still missing something. “I just don’t understand. Here I am, every day complaining and pitying myself for all the most common, least inconvenient inevitabilities of aging. But there you are, happy and unbothered while you deal with this diagnosis. Either something is wrong with you, or something is wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you. This diagnosis isn’t easy for me, but it is so much more than anything I ever expected.”

Any words Riyo could think to respond with died in her throat. What could she say to that? Especially when she knew what he said was true?

Fox stood up, moving slowly but with purpose. He held a hand down to her and she took it, rising to her feet at his side. 

One hand still holding hers, Fox stroked his fingers down a wisp of white hair that had escaped Riyo’s utilitarian bun. “Do you know how lucky I feel to be able to grow old with you? I never expected to grow old. Period. And now I get to experience it with the woman I care most for in the entire galaxy? Every grey hair. every aching joint, every hand tremor--every one is a privilege.”

A tear slipped down Riyo’s cheek, and she pressed her forehead to his. Her body still felt heavy and tired, and she still mourned for her youth long gone. But some of the weight of sorrow lifted from her shoulders.

“The privilege is all mine,” she said, meaning it with every ounce of her being.

[n0v4t33z]

Dark Desires: Chapter IV - The Gift from the Dead

Pairings: VampireCatHybrid~Seonghwa x Female Reader, VampireCatHybrid~Ateez x Female Reader

Genre: Horror, Angst, Romance, Vampire Ateez, Paranormal?

Word Count: 11.1 k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions blood, Magic, Fantasy, Some Fluff, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: Death, lots of blood, kidnapping, lying and manipulation, violence, themes of horror and paranormal things happening, ghosts, some lame magic scene? (lol it was hard and confusing) , language, y/n gets her ass handed to her at one point, villain says some suggestive things, villain is aggressive overall, self harm (y/n doesn't do it by the way Hwa does but like not like in a bad way, it was a matter of life or death!), (will update if anything else comes up)

Author's Note 💌: So this is the second to last chapter and I'm going to be honest I'm scared for the last chapter because it's not even written yet.. (lol) 💀 Originally I stopped here but I honestly just wanted to do a little bit of fluff at the end with all of the guys and just one whole last chapter to make it feel more complete and less loose ended yk? If I'm being honest though I'm not really happy with this chapter, I feel like some things were redundant and idk I'll probably come back to it one day and fix it. Even then, I hope whoever enjoys it does so and if you don't that's cool too just keep it to yourself! Please look forward to the last chapter sometime next week! -N💜🌙

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It’s the next day and while there was no sign of Draven, everyone including myself are still on edge. So much so I stayed up pretty late reading the books Yeosang lent me. Usually when I begin cooking I wake up and function normally but at the moment I’m so tired my eyes feel like they’re going to shut any second. So while I cut some vegetables and I try to keep my eyes open at the same time I accidentally cut my finger and I let out a quiet yelp. Immediately I look down at my finger and see the crimson blood flowing out of the wound and onto the white chopping board. I rinse out the wound and while I wrap up my wound in a napkin I hear something outside, a small crashing noise. It might be San playing outside, I should call him in for a snack since it’s around the time he asks for one anyway. I walk outside and I look around scanning the area while I call out “Master San it’s almost time for your snack do you want me to bring it out?” I see a figure behind the gazebo in the distance and I smirk. I walk towards the gazebo and I say loud enough so he could hear. “I wonder where Master San is…” I check behind the gazebo completely expecting to see San but I see no one. "Huh, that's weird-" Suddenly I feel a hand with sharp claw like black nails cover my mouth but before I’m able to turn around they put their other hand on the top of my head and I instantly black out. 

The strong smell of old blood and dust permeates my nose and wakes me up, I slowly open my eyes and feel both of my ankles and arms were tied to a stone cold wall in a room with some lit black candles. I notice that next to those candles is that same hourglass like in the forbidden room at the vampires’ mansion and In the middle of the floor is the same sigil in the room where Sumi was sacrificed only there was a puddle of a dark liquid in the middle of it presumably being blood. That's when it hits me that I’m no longer in their house anymore, something in me tells me that this was Draven's doing. He’s going to hurt Seonghwa and the guys I feel it. I look at the door while I frustratingly try pulling my legs out of the chains but they were on very tightly including the ones on my hands and before I know it tears slowly begin to blur my vision. “Let me out of here!” I cry out repeatedly until a few etrenal minutes later I hear the door swing open and the very same man I saw yesterday was standing before me. This time he was wearing a white dress shirt, some black dress pants and a black blazer with the same scarlet jeweled necklace and his long black hair in a neat pony tail tied with a red ribbon. It’s scary to think this well dressed man is the one who the guys fear of the most and the one who killed his own brother and the guys’ beloved mentor. “Mister please let me go! You’ve got the wrong person!” He begins walking towards me with a smirk plastered on his face he then leans in a few centimeters from my neck and takes a deep breath and slowly exhales and lets out a satisfied sigh “It’s nice to see you’re awake now but you’re mistaken young lady, you’re exactly who I was looking for.”

He gently runs his claw on my cheek and says “I hate witches but you smell exceptionally divine, reminds me of another powerful witch who once had blood like yours. She’s dead now of course and that was hundreds of years ago but even then this is very familiar to me..” I slowly shake my head giving him pleading eyes “My powers haven’t awakened yet so I’m sure my blood isn’t anything special. Please just let me go.” He glences at me for a few moments with his pitch black eyes then he lets out an eerie cackle “Why would I let you go? You’re going to be my power supply, just smelling your blood excites me with the power it holds.” His hand slowly moves down to my neck and tightly wraps his cold hand around my neck with his sharp claw like nails digging into my skin.

“Look at you, no wonder those eight weak wretched vampires wanted to keep you all to themselves. You're beautiful. What a shame you’re a filthy witch or I would have had you bear me a child..” I tightly clench my hands, anger begins bubbling inside me. How dare he. This man is beyond perverse and disgusting. I move my head back trying to escape his grip but he leans in and whispers in my ear “I wish I could see the look on their faces when they realize you’re gone because that’s when those little cats are going to realize their mistake for keeping such a precious thing away from their master.” he lets go of me and smirks. “And when they come here to come look for you is when I’ll show them not to ever lie to the hand that feeds them.” I shake my head trying to hold back tears again “Please don’t hurt them. Take my blood but please don’t hurt them!” He turns his back towards me and walks towards the door again “No, they’re going to learn not to ever try and deceive a demon’s contract.” He closes the door behind him and leaves, leaving me alone in the lowly lit room. I quietly begin to cry again and I say under my breath “Please aunt Ursula, I need your help. I know you can hear me, and I’m sorry for disturbing your peace but I have to save my friends and the love of my life. It’s the only time in my life where I truly feel happy and it was ruined by this asshole demon so please help me…I'm so sorry.” 

I stare at the flames of the candles flickering while I rest my head on my arm for what seemed hours. “I’ve been trying for who knows how long but everything I read in those books is useless, I don’t have powers. I’m dead weight to them and it was a mistake for them to have been so kind to me, I should have died. I bet this is karma for what happened to Sumi. For what I did." I’m so sorry Seonghwa, but finding me was a mistake. When the door opens once again and it was Draven, he walks towards me and wastes no time to rip open my dress popping the buttons on the top half and grabs my jaw and smirks. His hand was huge and it was scary how easy my head fit in it.

“It’s time.” He tightens his grip on my jaw, slightly tilts my head to expose my jugular and he lets out a low growl like groan. I instantly close my eyes and begin to feel nauseous the moment he gently runs his tongue along my jugular vein. So when he bites my neck I let out a cry of pain when his sharp fangs pierce my skin he slowly tightens his grip on my jaw and tightly holds on to my shoulder while burying his sharp claws into my skin. As he feeds on my blood I begin to feel lightheaded and weak and as much as I try to wriggle away his claws dig into my skin to keep me from moving too much. Soon I lose my strength to stand up so I fall to the floor with my hands dangling from the chains around my wrists while Draven holds my limp body. When he finishes he lets go of me and I try and force myself to stand up, completely failing to do so my body hangs from the chains on my wrists. He wipes his bloodied mouth and says “Oh come on stop exaggerating. I only had a small drink.” He grabs a handful of my hair and lifts my head up to meet my gaze with his, his pitch black eyes now have dark red irises glowing. “I’m going to try and keep you alive as long as I can because I don’t think I can ever go back to regular blood. It’s been too long.” Too weak to reply I manage to incoherently say “Y-You...Disg-ust...Me.” He smirks and says “I like it...Hate me all you want but that’s not going to change the fact that you’re mine now. ”

I shoot him a dirty look and he laughs “Oh my, I can definitely see the hatred in your eyes now.” Disgusted, I look away focusing on the flame of the candle to keep myself grounded and try to somehow move it or manipulate it but Draven turns my head to face him “If you act like a bad little witch I’ll make sure you watch them suffer so you know I’m not messing around. ” Suddenly the door swings and a panicked guard enters and mumbles “S-Sir, they’re here and they’ve already killed the guards at the door.” Draven rolls his eyes and turns to the guard "Who's here you imbecile?" The guard nervously furrows his eyebrows and says in a slight hushed tone "Sir Jongkook's creations- his eight boys. The black cats.." Angered by this Draven lets go of my face and his cocky expression changes to a dark one “Why wasn’t I told when they arrived at the gates?!” The guard begins to fidget with the hilt of his sword and says “I uh- You said not to bother you when you feed so we tried to handle it ourselves. We didn’t know they'd gotten this powerful.” Draven clenches his fist on his side then talks between his teeth “You useless piece of- Go help the others you worthless mortal!!”

The guard jumps and runs away closing the door behind him, Draven then turns back to me and says “I have to hide you, I don’t want them to find my source of power.” he pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and undoes the chains from both my hands and feet and I fall to my knees still feeling exhausted from the blood loss. He grabs my limp body and easily hoists me over his shoulder, and begins to walk down a long dark hallway and at the end of it In the distance I hear the blood curdling screams of the guards begging for mercy. Draven opens a wooden door leading into another room to which it just looks like an ordinary small library until he manages to make one of the shelves open. I take the opportunity of his distraction and kick him in the stomach while I push myself away from him causing me to fall on my side.

I clutch my arm in pain and with the last strength I have left I get up and run to the door and open it and as loud as I can I scream "Guys! I’m here!” Right before I continue running Draven puts his clawed hand over my mouth and tightly squeezes my face with his claws painfully digging into my skin hissing through his teeth “What did I say about you being a good little witch? You’re lucky your blood is precious now, quiet down and be a good little witch. You really don’t want to anger me..” He puts his other hand over my head and I fall back onto Draven’s arms only this time I didn’t black out. I try to move my hands but my body isn’t responding, I can't move. Did he paralyze me? How?  Draven grabs me again and slings my paralyzed body over his shoulder only this time more aggressively and walks towards the open hidden door. It was a portal, the dark red light emanating from the portal seemed like maybe it was a portal leading to somewhere in the underworld but as soon as he steps into the portal we enter a room that looked like a regular bedroom except the windows had metal framework over them meaning I couldn’t escape.

Immediately when I looked out the windows it was dark but after a few seconds my eyes adjusted and I noticed I was somewhere up high kind of like a tower of some sort. In the horizon I see that this tower is in a place of darkness with the distant glow of the eternal fires of the underworld and distant wailing of the lost souls. Draven walks over to the bed and lays me down carefully onto the blood red satin sheets. “Those little cats won’t ever find you here, just know that if I don’t manage to come back you’re stuck here forever so you better hope I survive.” He gently taps my nose and smirks “Be grateful I’m sparing you from having to witness the wrath these good for nothing bastards will have to endure.” He adjusts his blazer and walks towards the portal and exits the room, as soon as he’s gone the dark red portal closes leaving a bare black wall in its place and leaving me regaining my ability to move again. Sadly, my body felt too weak from the blood loss and I didn’t have the strength to get up, I lay here until I eventually fall asleep.

 Once I open my eyes I look around and note that I’m laying on the ground in the forest. It wasn't until I hear a faint whisper call out to me “y/n, over here!” That voice..It’s so familiar. “Hey!” I sit up and hastily look in the direction the disembodied voice comes from and see nothing but dark forest and slight fog. Suddenly right behind me I hear “Psst! I’m right behind you..” I gasp and crawl away screaming from the source of the noise scaring me half to death. When I turn I see the familiar long dark locks. “Sumi?” There’s a giggle coming from the long haired woman in the gown. “Hey..” My eyes instantly tear up once I manage to recognize her voice “Are you okay? I thought you died?” She walks towards me, her gazing looking pretty neutral and content “I did, in the physical world.” She kneels in front of me and I slowly reach towards her “So, you’re a ghost?” She smiles causing a shiver to run down my spine. “I’m sorry.” I blurt out, she raises her eyebrow and  tilts her head “For what?” Tears run down my cheeks again falling onto the cold soil below me “I knew what was going to happen to you, you died because of me.” She giggles “I know, I was watching. I watched you when you were having that conversation with the silver haired vampire, your boyfriend.”

I blink in confusion “You were watching me?” She nods and sits next to me “Yes, after I died my soul lingered in that house for a little bit, but not before I was able to see what happened. Although I’m angry I’m dead, I know somehow my death is not in vain and that you’ll be able to stop those pointless sacrifices to that stupid demon vampire thing so no more people suffer, females in particular.” I bury my face in my hands and sigh “That’s what I was trying to do but I was caught.” Sumi lifts my face to face her, her once beautiful chocolate brown eyes looking like the dark void from the low light, she gives me a soft smile gently stroking my hair “Which is why I’m here, close your eyes until I tell you to.” before I’m able to say anything she puts her hands over my eyes to close them.

Once she removes her hand a few seconds go by but all I hear is silence, It wasn’t until I hear a small meow I open my eyes and see a black cat sitting in front of me “Sumi?” The cat intensely stares at me for a few seconds then it runs away as soon as it hears a branch snap. I gasp and see a woman wearing a dark hooded cape with a beautiful dark flowy dress and a scepter with a soft blue gleaming glow. I scoot back with my back towards the tree trunk while I shake my head in fear then I manage to blurt out “Please don’t hurt me!” The woman slowly begins to walk towards me until she’s a few feet away she then extends her hand towards me almost like she was helping me up. I grab onto her hand and stand up and as soon as our eyes meet she pushes her hood off of her head revealing beautiful dark curly locks and beautiful round brown eyes and croons “y/n, my child you called?”

I blink a few times at the sudden realization this woman was my great aunt Ursula. “Great aunt Ursula? This is you?” She gives me a small smile “Yes my dear, this is only the embodiment of my essence being transmitted through your dreams as It is the only way I can communicate with you since your powers haven’t awakened.” I reach over and hold my aunt’s hand and hold it close to me. “Please, you’ve got to help me great aunt Ursula. This vampire demon guy named Draven is going to kill my friends and my boyfriend and I have to save them but I don’t have my powers activated.” She looks a bit off to the side for a few seconds almost like she was thinking then she turns back to me “Well, it seems like I recognize that name... I can help you. I can possess your body and help defeat that creature, the only downside to it is since your powers haven’t been awakened as soon as I leave your body you will die since you’re still technically your body cannot handle the force of the power leaving the body.”

I look down at the forest floor and my eyesight begins to blur with tears, I don’t want to die but at this point I have no choice if I want to save them. I’m scared. I gently squeeze my aunt’s hand then I wipe my tears with my other hand “I’ll do it, if it means they’ll be safe.” My great aunt Ursula slightly tilts her head causing her dark curls to cascade a little lower from her shoulder “Are you sure my child? You don't seem too sure about it.” I shake my head aggressively almost like my body wanted to show her how urgent it was to attain her powers. She gives me a slightly worried look until she finally caves in and says “Alright you’ll feel a slight pressure in your chest.” I step back a bit and straighten out my body then my aunt’s body turns into a gleaming blue mist that surrounds me and slowly seeps into my body until the only thing that remained was a faint blue glow then it completely disappears. 

I wake up and gasp feeling a slight pressure in my chest not being able to breathe for a few moments. I sit up and look at my hands and notice the slight blue glow in my hands then I hear a meowing noise and see a dark grey cat with blue eyes sitting on the window sill. I get up and walk towards it and say “Oh, hi I didn’t see you in here.” Suddenly I hear a voice interrupt my thoughts and says “Hi I’m your familiar, my name is Astra.” I slightly jump from surprise before I could reach over and pet the cat I respond in a slightly confused manner “Uh, wait what? How are you in my head? Can you read my mind?” Almost immediately the voice returns and says “No, I can’t read your mind I can only talk through your mind. I’m tasked to look after you and guide you since you’re wielding very powerful powers.”

I look over at the wall where the portal should have been then I walk towards it with Astra following behind me “Ah, so how do I open the portal here?” Astra replies “Put your hand on the wall and concentrate your power to open a portal, envision yourself opening that portal. It might take you several tries if you don’t concentrate enough.” I put my hand on the black wall and concentrate, envisioning myself opening the portal and walking through it and just like that I hear and feel the blue hued portal open. When I walk through it I end up in the same room before I entered that odd tower. I leave the room and run down the dark hallway, while running I notice the end of Astra’s tail has a blue flame to help illuminate my path. In the distance I hear Wooyoung shout something followed by a loud crashing noise, the noise came from the big wooden door straight ahead. When I run up and open the door I see the guys fighting the guards. The problem is I didn’t see Draven anywhere, then I notice Yeosang in particular was having a bit of a problem fighting off 4 guards ganging up on him. I extend my hand and use my abilities to move the guards away from Yeosang and smash them against the wall killing them instantly from the impact. Then I run over to Yeosang to check if he was okay. “Master Yeosang are you okay?” In shock, Yeosang nods then gets up and continues fighting.

 A few minutes later the room was scattered with the lifeless bloody bodies of Draven’s guards. I look around in search of Seonghwa until my eyes meet his, his expression lit up as soon as he saw me then I run into his arms holding back tears. He kisses the top of my head and holds me tight in his embrace then says “My love, are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” I pull back and nod reluctantly moving my hair aside to show him the bite mark on the left side of my neck. Seonghwa’s gaze darkens to a very angry expression and begins to walk towards the door only for Hongjoong to stop him from walking away “Hey! Where are you going, what happened?” Seonghwa turns to Hongjoong and says in a low voice “Draven fed on her.” everyone makes a collective gasp while Hongjoong looks at me with a shocked expression.

“Did he turn you? Is that how you got those powers?” I fidget with the ruffles on the corner of my apron and shake my head “No, actually my great aunt Ursula lent me her powers.” Astra walks up in between me and Hongjoong and circles around his ankles, slightly startling him when he looks down his eyebrows inch together “What about this cat? Where did it come from?” I grab Astra and pick her up in my arms “This is Astra, my familiar.” Wooyoung skeptically answers “But you just said you haven’t awakened your powers, how does that work?” I put her down and shrug “I don’t know she was in that room with me when I woke up from a dream, that’s where my great aunt Ursula lent me her powers. It was weird. I also saw Sumi..” Yeosang worriedly looks at me then looks down at the ground. Wooyoung gives me a slight uneasy expression, like her name was some sort of bad omen to them. "What do you mean you talked to Sumi? That girl we sacrificed a few days ago?" I nod and set down Astra "Yeah, long story short after she died she roamed the house and found out about Draven. She also found out about me trying to get my powers and helped me contact my aunt." San blinks and looks slightly spooked at the ground "No wonder I felt like I was being watched a few times in the shower.." Hongjoong glares at San and shakes his head, Seonghwa trying to move on clears his throat and says in a serious tone “Okay, we have to find Draven and end him, my guess is Sumi is also counting on us for that too not just for ourselves.” Yeosang then interjects “Especially now after we know he’s fed on Miss y/n’s blood. He’s severely dangerous now.”

San points behind us and says “Um...guys he already found us.” Draven enters the room and looks around and laughs “Wow, you little cats sure did a number on these guards. I thought it’d take you longer.” While scanning the room his eyes meet mine and he smirks “Oh, you shouldn’t be here. I thought I asked you to be a good little witch and wait for me in your room.” Seonghwa gives him a disgusted look and says “You’re foul for this Draven, we made it up to you for not sacrificing her.” Draven lifts his finger signaling him to quiet down then he says “That’s not how it works, you out of everyone here should know that. Yes, it even applies to your little maid here. Especially with that powerful blood of hers you were keeping a real gem from me. That reminds me, you guys probably have fun with this little witch every so often hm? Is that why you didn’t want to give her up? Is it because you’re scared you’re going to lose your little toy? Or was it the blood too? ” Seonghwa glares at him almost like he was shooting lasers out of his eyes. How is it even possible to look even angrier than he did a few minutes ago?

Draven smirks and walks closer to Seonghwa without hesitation “What? Cat’s got your tongue?” He reaches out and grabs Seonghwa by the throat then Mingi instinctively pulls his Anti-Vampire crossbow and points it at Draven while everyone else tenses up ready to attack then I blurt out “Please let him go, just take me I know I messed up. I’ll stay here until I'm no use for you, please.” Draven looks over at me smirking then squeezes Seonghwa’s neck a little harder “Hmm, how about I keep you and kill these guys? You know I’m not going to change my mind about that right? I gave you a chance to be a good girl.” Mingi shoots Draven in the chest and he immediately lets go of Seonghwa’s neck and clutches onto his chest while clenching his jaw then pulls out the silver tipped wooden arrow. Seonghwa reaches over and punches Draven in the face then telekinetically throws him on the wall then a few seconds later demon like creatures spawn into the room and attack the guys and myself while Seonghwa is left to deal with Draven by himself. While I help the others fight off the demon-like creatures I notice Seonghwa beginning to take quite a bit of damage. I can’t let him fight alone.

”Astra, how do I get rid of these creatures? They’re not dying!” Astra stands next to me while I suspend the creature in the air waiting for her response “You can control them, you’ve got powers remember? Use them to your advantage. Concentrate and envision yourself controlling them, your blue flames cleasing their evil.” I take a deep breath and raise all 6 demon creatures telekinetically then a red glow emits from them until blue flames consume the creatures. “Destroy..” Then I set them down, the flames still burning giving them a blue hued aura. Their attacking stops and their attention changes to Draven and begin to attack him then I shout over at the guys “It’s okay, they won’t attack us anymore!” Draven turns his attention towards me and teleports behind me and tries to knock me out with his powers luckily I manage to spot him and mystical energy surrounds my body causing Draven to be pushed away from me a few feet. Everyone uses their telekinetic powers to restrain Draven while Seonghwa looks in my direction. “y/n!” I slowly start stepping away from Draven "I'm fine!" he gives me an acknowledging nod and a faint smile.

Meanwhile Astra runs over to me and hurriedly says “y/n! Now’s your chance to use fireballs!” I get fireballs? I extend my hand and a blue flame ball appears in my hand and I throw it directly at Draven causing his pant leg to catch on fire causing him to shout in pain. Suddenly I get an idea so I begin to use both my hands to summon fireballs throwing them at him, he gets hit a few times but then manages to shield himself with some sort of energy forcefield. 

 Seonghwa gives me a look of awe and the guys stand there in shock. Unfortunately the looks of awe turn into looks of horror when the dark energy begins to surround Draven and he breaks free from the guy’s combined telekinetic powers. Draven’s power levels begin to increasingly go off the charts and hovers towards me with a look of annoyance in his glowing eyes while his fists clenched to his sides. “I underestimated you, but now you leave me no choice but to destroy you because you’re going to get in the way.” Seonghwa and the rest of the guys are turned into black cats and are put in a cage made of dark energy. That’s when it began to sink in that Draven can flawlessly control his powers. Meanwhile, I’m having trouble remembering the simplest spells even though I studied and read about them not too long ago. I’m sure he’s had prior experience with this power there is no other logical reason as to why he’s so well off using his powers. I’ve dug myself into a deep grave now, I can’t lose now that I’ve angered him. Astra hides behind me and says "Those Doromons are still possed by your flame!"

I can have them attack Draven again, they might not have worked the first time but maybe this time around something will happen. “ Doromon’s attack!” The demons continue to attack Draven but it was no use, before I’m even able to turn my attention to the guys Draven disappears the demons in a blink of and eye. He hovers over a few feet away rendering me unable to even have a shot at breaking that cage to set them free “You really thought you did something there didn’t you? You don’t even know how to use your powers.” I start practically speedwalking a few meters away from him. I can’t let him get too close. “You’re right. I don’t know how to use my powers but that won’t stop me from fighting you to the death. I won’t let you hurt anyone else. You've claimed enough lives already.” In the distance I hear meowing, it’s coming front the guys suddenly I hear San shout from the distance “Miss y/n please don’t do this!” Wooyoung then follows up with “It’s not worth it!” That’s where they’re wrong, I grew to care so much about them, and him.

I have to protect them. The guys stick their paws out as if to try and release themselves from their confinement to no avail. Draven cackles and hurls a ball of dark energy towards me, unable to dodge it due to the speed of it, the ball hits me in the chest so hard that I fall on my back letting out a loud gasp. Oh my god this hurt way more than I was anticipating.. Before I knew it Draven goes for another hit this time hitting me in the stomach causing me to lose my breath. In the distance I hear the guys yelling undecipherable phrases in anger while Draven picks me up with his telekinesis and crushes me and hearing the crunching of a few bones. I let out a blood curdling scream feeling evrey small bit of pain shooting through my body. Am I going to die? He unempathetically laughs and lets go of me, I fall to the ground hitting the stone floor hard. The guys all let out a screams of terror along while trying to destroy the cage unfortunately the dark energy forcefield sends a shock of pain if the bars are touched in any way. Seonghwa in particular tries to squeeze his tiny body between the bars screaming and grunting in anger. For a few moments I lay there in a daze, watching my friends nearly kill themselves trying to escape that cage. Unable to speak or even make a noise my eyes tear up from the huge amounts of pain and frustration. I feel warm blood running down my chin onto the stone floor below. I try to move on my side but I begin to choke on the massive amounts of blood and I spit out a whole mouth full of it onto the ground below me. “You should stay down if you know what’s best for you dear..” Astra runs next to me “y/n! Are you okay?! Use fire whip!”

I manage to let out a low guttural groan and extend my hand and I begin to concentrate a big fireball made of blue flames. Draven begins to move close to me and out of anger I disperse the blue flames in his direction, easily he blocks them but not without part of his arms , chest and face catching on fire. Get up. Must get up. I struggle to get up but I manage, unfortunately from the way I'm struggling to breathe and how I can't move my arms very much my left arm and a few of my ribs are probably broken and who knows what else ruptured.

Feeling the warm blood drip below onto my uniform I create a big fireball again, Draven lets out a maniacal laugh getting awfully close “Oh look a scary fireball, how fancy.” The ball of flames eventually becomes too big for me to hold in my hand so I directly throw it towards Draven but he stops it right in between us and begins to beam his evil energy into it to try and send it back to me. His dark power slowly pushes a mixture of the ball of energy and fireball dangerously close to me, the ball resembling almost like a small scale version of the sun only it glowed a menacing dark glow with a blue hued aura. I concentrate as best as I can but panic slowly creeps and my powers begin to lose strength. Draven completely letting the dark power have complete control over him he says with no remorse in his voice “As much as I wanted to keep you alive you leave me no choice..”  Seonghwa yells and says in a terrified voice “y/n please! Just let us die, don’t do this!” Draven lets out a loud manically scary cackle.

As fear takes over me I feel something shift in my body then I notice my body is running on autopilot. It feels like I’m just watching everything going on now. My other broken hand by some miracle moves helping me create a scepter with a silver handle and a black stone at the end, it was very beautiful and sparkly. Immediately the gem catches fire and black flames consume it staying lit. I grab the scepter with both of my hands to help me project more of the fire into the energy ball eventually turning the ball into a big firey dark ball of energy. As soon as the dark ball of energy begins to gain more strength I feel and see the blue flames appear on my arms and body “I’ll take it from here my child.” says my great aunt Ursula’s voice. Draven gets a panicked look on his face realizing how increasingly powerful the ball of energy was getting. He then says in a panicked voice “No, it can’t be. I haven’t seen that much power being exerted since…Ursula?” With quickness and ease my Aunt shifts the ball towards Draven who could no longer keep the ball away from him due to how powerful it had become causing it to explode in a black firey explosion right in front of him, engulfing him into the explosion completely destroying him with only his red jeweled necklace being the only remnant of him.

They're freed from the prison they were in, they’re safe now. I glance in their direction and see the guys turning back to their vampire forms and see Seonghwa running towards me that’s when my legs give up and Seonghwa manages to catch me before I fall to the ground. “I’m so happy you’re okay.” He holds me tight in his arms. I weakly smile and reach over to stroke his cheek, his skin being soft and cool to the touch something that even now I’m still not used to. “I’m so proud of you y/n, he’s gone now and won’t ever bother us again. We can finally live in peace now.” The guys catch up with us and San sits next to me and says in a panicked voice “Miss y/n? Is she okay?” I hear my aunt Ursula say “It’s time for me to go my child, my work here is done. Don’t be scared. Everything will be okay.” My eyes begin to tear up then I say in a soft voice “Hwa, I love you.” He softly smiles and says “I love you too my love..” My body glows a faint blue color and the energy slowly begins to leave my body, a little panicked Seonghwa looks over at Yeosang and says “Yeosang, what’s happening?..”

Yeosang glances at me giving me a sad expression then looks over at Seonghwa and says “Her Aunt’s power essence is leaving her body and since her powers never awakened her body won’t be able to handle it so once the essence is gone so is she.” Wooyoung grabs Yeosang’s shoulders and says “So you mean she’s going to die?!” Yeosang uncomfortably nods then Seonghwa strokes my hair and begins to panic “No, no, no is there a way to fix this? y/n please. You can’t leave me.” He rests his forehead on mine for a few seconds then Hongjoong says “What if you give her some of your blood?” Yeosang then continues “Yes, our blood is healing to humans in small doses, Miss y/n is still human since her powers never awoke.” Hongjoong walks behind Seonghwa and gently pats his back “You can still save her that way but that’s all up to you.”

Seonghwa lifts his head and says in a low tone “Mingi, I need the silver blade.” Mingi looks over at Yunho slightly concerned then he pulls out the blade from his inside pocket and passes it to Seonghwa while Jongho quietly sits next to San and whispers under his breath “Please, this has to work.” San then gently pats Jongho’s back trying to comfort him. Everyone was dead silent while I lay there unable to move due to my body being in inmense pain slowly feeling heavier and weaker by the second. So tempting to just let myself go. “Hwa-.” I feel so weak, I feel tired. I can't even speak.Is this what death is like?  I blink trying to keep my eyes from closing but it was so hard. They say when you’re about to die that life flashes through your eyes but it doesn’t, it just slows down so you can savor the last bit of mortality you have left.

 Seonghwa puts me in Jongho’s arms while he takes off his waist length blazer, he rolls up his sleeve then grabs the silver blade and makes a deep gash on the palm of his hand and almost immediately black blood begins to flow out of his wound. He immediately hovers his arm over my mouth and lets his dark blood fall into it with a bit of it dripping onto my lips and chin, the taste being exactly what you’d expect from regular blood to taste, very salty and metallic. As much as the thought of me drinking blood nauseates me, the desire to live and stay by Seonghwa’s side helps me keep it down and I slowly let the blood trickle down my throat. A few moments later after ingesting the blood, the blue essence fully disappears and my eyes become so unbearbaly heavy until it goes completely black.

“She’s not moving…Is she dead?” Wooyoung furrows his eyebrows, Yeosang hushes Wooyoung and reaches over to grab her wrist to check on her pulse “She’s dead, but she’ll come back. Remember she was bitten by Draven, so we just partially completed her transformation by giving her Seonghwa’s blood..” Jongho gently sets y/n down on the ground while Hongjoong squats next to Yeosang “So are you saying Seonghwa’s her sire now?” Yeosang nods thickly swallowing while Hongjoong glances at Seonghwa “I trust you’ll be responsible about this…” Seonghwa gazes down at y/n with a determined look gently stroking her cheek with his thumb “I promise you, I’m not who I once was. I promised I would be better, and disappointing her is the last thing I want. If that means giving her free will then so be it.”

Hongjoong reaches over and pats Seonghwa’s shoulder giving him a small smile “You’ve grown alot, I’m sure Sir Jongkook would be proud if he saw you now.” Seonghwa nods biting the inside of his lip trying to hold in his tears. Mingi finally speaks up “So just making sure you won’t take advantage of her right? You won’t ever choose for her?” Seonghwa glances up at Mingi who was looking down at him slightly worried “Of course not, I don’t think I have it in me to do it.” San gasps and peeks behind Yeosang’s shoulder “Look! She’s waking up!” Hongjoong hushes San while Yeosang says “Someone needs to bring her blood to feed on…She’s going to be really hungry.” Yunho responds “We have some blood bags back home will that do?” Hongjoong shakes his head “No, she has to feed from a human when she feeds for the first time, it has to be pure from the source.” San furrows his eyebrows “I don’t think that’s a good idea, she might not be comfortable with that.” Wooyoung signals at y/n with his eyes “We’ll have her choose, like Seonghwa said we’re not going to force her to do anything thing she doesn’t want to.” 

 Slowly I open my eyes, I see the guys gathered around me cautiously watching me. I don’t know how to explain it but everything felt more “lively” my sense of smell and hearing feel much more sharp as I’m now able to smell the incense and the smell of mildew very strongly. My eyesight is much more clearer than before which made everything have a much more vibrant look to it. I feel different, what exactly happened? Was I healed with Seonghwa’s blood? Why do I still feel like shit at the same time? Seonghwa sighs deeply lowering his head. He then lifts his gaze in my direction and pulls me in for a hug, it was one of longest and tightest hugs that I’ve ever received from him but none the less I felt his urge and need for this hug. He buries his face on the side of my neck and huffs "Thank God." When he pulls back I look at his gorgeous face and noticed he’s crying, it looked like blood. I slightly panic and hold Seonghwa’s face in my hands looking at the blood. “Oh my gosh are you crying blood? Are you okay?” I gently wipe them away while I look into his beautiful emerald eyes. He slowly leans in and kisses my forehead and hugs me tightly “ I am my love, this is just how us vampires cry. It’s not as beautiful as they make it seem in movies but I’m glad you’re okay now.”

I rest my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes to hold back tears, my voice slightly getting a little low due to the knot in my throat “I’m sorry I worried you, I just didn’t want you or the rest to get hurt I did what I could to help because he was seriously planning on hurting all of you and If I didn’t do something I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” I pull back then he gives me a warm smile with his thumb gently stroking my cheek “Hey, no don’t cry. See? We all made it out alive, don't worry my love. We all live to serve you now, we owe you.” I look over and see the guys were patiently looking at both Seonghwa and I with a small smile on their faces. “So I have a question..I feel weird. Like my eyesight is oddly good and my sense of smell and hearing is also very good. Does your blood really just cure all of that?” Seonghwa pushes back a strand of my hair and looks down sighing softly “I- My love, I had to turn you in order to save you.” My stomach drops and I reach for my chest only to feel nothing. No heartbeat, just stillness. I’m fucking dead. What the fuck? My breathing speeds up while I reach up to cover my mouth in shock. Seonghwa reaches over to me and hugs me “I’m so sorry.” I was not expecting this..Not the dyling part but the whole being a vampire thing makes sense now. “So I’m one of you guys now?”

They all nervously look at me and nod in silence then Yeosang says “You were turned due to Draven’s bite when we tried to save you by giving you Seonghwa's blood." I mean I'm not shocked I died, I'm just shocked I was turned into one of them. Yeosang continues cautiously “Since you consumed Seonghwa’s blood, he now sires you.” I hold my hand up “Please don’t tell me what that means, that sounds bad…” Hongjoong chuckles “It’s just a fancy way of saying you have a bond of loyalty with him since he turned you into one of us..” I slowly nod “Ah, I guess I understand now.” Seonghwa gently pats my head “My love you need to feed on blood, would you like to go hunt or is bagged blood okay?” I furrow my brows “Wait, you’re calling it hunt because the person dies right?” Everyone looks at each other in silence not having the heart to say anything until Wooyoung blurts out laughing “Yes y/n they die, that’s why it’s called hunting..” I shake my head “No, I’m good with bagged blood then.” Hongjoong furrows his brows “Wh-” I shake my head “No. I’m sorry I can’t do it.” Yeosang raises his eyebrow and utters “Well, I can’t say I’m shocked by her answer but I saw this coming.”

San chuckles “Honestly I find it adorable, besides it never said anywhere that you need to drink straight from the source right Seonghwa? As long as it’s human blood she’ll be okay.” He nods “Although it might not be the most traditional way of finishing the transformation San is correct, as far as I know she should be fine not having to drink blood from a hunt as long as it’s human blood.” Jongho shrugs “As long as she’s comfortable I don’t think it should matter.” Hongjoong nods “Bagged blood it is then..”

 Jongho helps me up and immediately after that Wooyoung and San give me a big hug with San saying “You were really cool defeating Draven Miss y/n.” Wooyoung then says “I’m sure Seonghwa thought it was cool too. Right?” He winks at me with a huge smirk on his face while looking over at Seonghwa. I nervously laugh gently patting Wooyoung's shoulder "You really like to instigate things don't you?" Jongho walks over to me and holds both my hands and smiles “I’m glad your liveliness returned to you Miss y/n, you may not have the warmth of a human anymore but your smile is much more meaningful because you’re alive...” I nod and smile while I fix his collar and dust off his shoulder from debris. “I’m glad it came back too or I wouldn’t have been able to hear your beautiful singing anymore, it’s one of the few things I love in this world, you know besides my family, Seonghwa, or my friends..” His eyebrows slightly rise in surprise and gives me a bright gummy smile. Both Hongjoong and Yeosang stand up almost instanttaniously after Jongho backs away and walk over to me. Hongjoong looks at me deep in the eyes with a very kind look in his eyes, completely different from the deranged and evil look he had when I first met him.

“What Seonghwa said is correct, you saved our lives and for that we are indebted to you. If I’m being honest I don’t think we would have been able to defeat Draven alone as our powers are not sufficient, we came here fully expecting not to make it out and only came here to try and save you not just on Seonghwa’s account but everyone here as well because the short time we’ve all spent with you we grew to care for you. Thank you for helping us defeat the entity who’s made our entire immortal lives a living nightmare.” Yeosang clasps his hands together in front of his body and shyly smiles “I hope you realize how much you’ve changed everyone's life here for the better Miss y/n, thank you.” I shake my head and a nervous smile makes its way onto my expression. “No need to thank me seriously, it’s what friends do. You guys have changed my life too, especially Seonghwa. I didn’t know I was capable of loving and being loved by someone so deeply. I also didn't know how deserving I was of having friends who care for me and enjoy my prescence.” I look back at Seonghwa who was looking at me admiringly and he gently kisses my temple. I continue by saying “So you really don’t have to feel indebted to me, just being friends is enough for me.”

Hongjoong looks over at Mingi then tilts his head “What about Mingi?” I swallow hard, I knew this was going to come up eventually. Mingi props his glasses behind his head and looks at me with pleading eyes almost like he was begging me not to reveal our interaction. “Of course, even if I’m still a bit scared I still consider him a friend. I can’t judge him harshly because even after all these years being a new vampire is very hard. I guess I’m seeing proof of that right now seeing I’m not feeling to well right now.. Not to mention that misunderstanding we had all started because of me so I can't blame him for getting upset.” Mingi’s piercing ruby colored eyes lock onto my gaze and without breaking eye contact he walks up behind Hongjoong and Yeosang walking in between them, easily towering over both of them. “I know I’ve given you more reasons to hate me than to trust me but thank you for not only saving us but for wanting to be my friend even after what I did to you. Being upset wasn’t an excuse for almost taking a life and neither is hating you over something out of your control." I smile and extend my hand towards Mingi “Friends?” He happily smiles with his eyes turning into tiny crescents and extends his arm and shakes my hand firmly, almost a little too excitedly “Friends.” I notice Yunho standing behind Mingi quietly then I say “Master Yunho, we’re friends too right? Remember when we cleaned up the chapel? Wasn’t that fun?” A small smile grows on his puppy like facial expression almost like he’s remembering the day.

“Of course we’re friends Miss y/n, that day was actually one of the most fun days I’ve had. Who knew cleaning could be fun, especially with a friend.” His voice trails off and and his expression falls back to a more serious one then he looks down and closes his eyes for a second and lets out a sigh. He lifts his head back up again and stipples his fingers for a few seconds then shoves his hands back under his cape. “I’m sorry about the way I acted towards you Miss y/n, I was just trying to protect my best friend. I hope you understand. Everyone was just ganging up on Mingi and I just couldn’t have that happen. He's my best friend.” I shake my head  “No, it’s okay I understand. There’s no hard feelings I promise.” Yunho cocks an eyebrow giving me a confused look “So you’re not mad? Are you sure?” I nod “Nope, I know where you’re coming from because I would have done the same thing.” Wooyoung smirks as he gently nudges Yunho’s arm  “See? Miss y/n is one of the sweetest people. I see why Seonghwa was persistent in finding her.” San turns into his cat form and meows for me to pick him up. I look down and pick San up and hold him in my arms while I scratch behind his ear then I say “So, how are we going to get home? I’m kinda feeling that hunger you guys are always talking about.” The guys look at each other awkwardly then Seonghwa says “Well, here’s the problem. We exerted so much energy into the hourglass that opens the portal to get here that it was destroyed..” I gasp and smile excitedly “Ooh! Maybe Astra can help us!” I look around for Astra but she’s nowhere to be found “Astra?”

Yeosang then says a bit cautiously almost like he didn’t want me to get disappointed “Astra is gone Miss y/n. She’s gone along with your Aunt’s powers, your familiar will return once you’re able to awaken your powers.” I disappointedly look down and San rubs his tiny head on my cheek to comfort me while Seonghwa gently squeezes my shoulder and kisses the top of my head. “It’s okay my love, Astra will be back one day don’t worry.” Mingi then says “How about we look at the guards’ shed. They’re not able to open portals unless they have those portal crystals, remember most of Draven’s guards are mortals so they’re easily replaceable except of course the higher ranking guards who are just lower level demons. We also need to get Sir Jongkook's ashes from Draven's bedroom...” Hongjoong snaps his fingers and says “Good idea, the shed is near the entrance. Wooyoung and Yunho go get Sir Jongkook's ashes and Jongho, come with me to the shed.. Everyone else wait here we’ll be back...” 

After a while goes by of me playing with San, Seonghwa and the rest of the guys talk for a while then we see Hongjoong come back with Jongho carrying some sort of big black bags filled with something presumably the crystals. While Yunho and Wooyoung come back with their creator's ashes. The urn being gunmetal in color with beautiful intricate sculped details with a beautiful carved crest with an hourglass in the center. Seeing the urn makes a big knot grow in my throat. it's intresting i'm in the presence of the man who created these vampires almost 500 years ago. I wonder how old he would have been now? It must have been emotional seeing his ashes for the first time in a long time.

Yeosang slightly squints his eyes and says “What’s in the bags? Is all of that Portal Quartz?” Hongjoong walks over to Yeosang and gives him a clear crystal that almost resembles glass, with the distinguishing features of the bottom half of the crystal having hundreds of tiny crystals encapsulated within the crystal giving it a very glittery appearance.  “Yep, we have enough crystals for a while, now that our hourglass is broken. Now let’s all charge it.” Everyone hovers their hand over the crystal then San jumps out of my arms and turns back into his vampire form and lays his hand on top that’s when the crystal shines brightly almost like the crystal was creating its own light of its own this continues for a few more seconds until the crystal was left with a soft glowy light and while Hongjoong holds it out in front of him he says “Unveil!” The glowing rock creates a golden portal and before stepping in he puts the glowing rock in his jacket’s pocket.

Everyone begins to walk into the portal clearly very happy we were finally heading home. That's when I feel something telling me to look back, immediately I locate the glint from Draven’s jeweled necklace in the distance and run back to pick it up. I carefully examine the piece and notice the beautiful rubies are still in place like nothing ever happened. This will be my constant reminder to work hard and get my powers. I need to free them from their curse. Seonghwa’s voice then chimes in and says “y/n, my love? Are you coming?” I nod and hurriedly walk back to Seonghwa and enter the portal instantly leading us back home. As soon as we were home, I feel a sense of peace knowing nothing was out to get us anymore and that my favorite person in the whole wide world is safe. Now, I need some of that bagged blood right about now. I’m starving.

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[bombshelllblonde]

hiiihihii!! im backkkk to tell u abt my rdr playthough bc im bored asf haha

¡love this game omg!! the graphics, the story, the details UGH!!!!

hunting is actually so fun for no reason- i bought so many fancy ass guns too 😭

also my play type whenever i play ANY story game thats open world is to do every possible thing every except the actual story so i get a bunch of stuff and then its so muvh easier

in short i have 6000+ dollars 😋

bonus of exploring everything is i got thw white arabian and i love her sm ‼️‼️ i named her pearl and she is my baby

dress up is my seconf favorite hobby

my fav outfit rn is the red vest w the floral pattern on the front (i forget what its called) n the black french dress shirt underneath + the bison necklace talisman

(also arthur w medium-long length hair n short facial hair>>>)

this game is so detail oriented, its kind of insane- im doing a high honor run atm, and i came across the blind beggar for the third (?) time and the blind guy said and i quote

"that is which killing you will finally help you, friend- to hear and see."

is this foreshadowing this feels like foreshadowing

also ik arthurs dies (bc of tiktok edits and fics, they artists in this fandom is amazing!!!) and im not prepared at all 😭 im going to procrastinate so bad 

ALSO CHARLES DESERVES SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM

yk the hole lil speech he has at the campfire yk "most human beings seem to know why they were born but, for me- its seems i was just mean ton hurt and suffer myself" that one

im bawling istg if he doesnt get a good ending im going to be writing a formal complaint to rockstar games

anyways

tw opinions (ik bro its crazy to have opinions in 2024 whattt no wayy)

ive gotten to the point in playing where im in ch 3, and the only way i can progress the actual story is to help micah rob a stagecoach or whatever

micah is a bastard and i dont like him

him as a character is rlly well written and awesome but,,,,,hes,,,slimy,,and i hate him,,,,so he can wait for a little longer ☺️

my favorite characters rn in no particular order is

arthur (obviously) , charles , sean , javier , tilly , marybeth , and kieran

my pookies ‼️‼️

moving on im so sorry this is so so long 😭 idk anyone who likes rdr irl lmao

anyway hope u have a nice day and no wolves attack you and spoke ur horse who bucks you off a cliff

(in rdr btw)

((true story also))

yo, having 6k in chapter 3 is amazing. good for you!

my first playthrough i got the white arabian and i named her Lemoyne Tree as a tribute to the state of Lemoyne and my favorite post malone song Lemon Tree. But she always got super dirty so i then went to the lake next to Strawberry and tamed the red chestnut arabian. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that one, she's gorgeous and arthur always gets that one when i play it. my beautiful baby girl Diablo <3

also yes. heckin FUCK MICAH BELL. even from the beginning he's been a slime ball. hate that man <3

i won't go too far, but just keep yourself high honor towards the end of the game. you need that to be your first ending. :')

Charles deserves the absolute world. just listening to him speak and hanging out with him at camp, and the missions you continue on to do with him throughout the game are so much fun. charles is someone i wish i could have in my real life because he seems like he would be the best person to speak to and hang out with. he is so lovely and down to earth. even arthur says it a couple times throughout the game. charles gets a good ending i promise.

my top blorbos are Arthur, Dutch, Charles, Hosea, and Josiah Trelawny my absolute beloved <33333 just wait until you go on the mission with Charles to find trelawny. one of my favorite missions ever ever ever ever!!

a lot of people dislike dutch, but i love him so much. he is my actual father. i love him.

i also hate john. let me know how you feel about that little greasy weasel of a man. :)))

i'm so so so glad you're having fun and i am very invested, so please continue to keep me updated on what ur doing because i need to live vicariously through you. if i could erase my entire mind and replay the game over and over again for the first time, i totally would

[rebuke-me]

Chloe for the ask meme!!

How I feel about this character: 

look. okay. my chloe thoughts are so nuanced. she's flawed. she's catty. she's a teenage girl. she was written by a man who doesn't understand nuances of character. she's a bitch and a flirt and i don't think she's a good person but judging her on that metric is so bad. tldr. id hate to be around her irl but as a character shes so. god.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: 

uhh not many? madeline and christine. mostly. madeline's the only like "serious" ship i have for her but i love chlostine's dynamic and my friends content for them is so growing on me.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: 

therapy. kidding i also like her and christine platonically bc i think they could be rlly interesting if they weren't "fighting" over a guy yk.

My unpopular opinion about this character: 

god where do i start. i have a lot of thoughts about chloe valentine. i'll go simple and say that. i don't think she's one of the squad that would stay in contact post high school. her and jenna both seem like they just need to Not Be With That Group. i think she goes to college and meets new people and has a fresh start, subtracted from the mess of the squip squad. her healing is not contingent on being friends with the other teens.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

dear fucking lord please let dywh have some goddamn conversations after it happened. let her have an actual character arc. give her some pushback post play about being a bit of a bitch because it's not cool to insult people. like. just have her written by not a 30+ year old white man. but i'll step off my feminism soap box for a bit.

my OTP:

her and madeline. easy. i think they'd be messy and suck and would make each other worse /pos

my cross over ship:

ooh i haven't thought of this,,, who can match chloe valentine's energy. who can call her out on her bullshit. not necessarily ship but i think her and cairo from we are the tigers would either make out or hate each other or both.

a headcanon fact:

OOOH she wears gold jewelry. easy one but she's SUCH a gold girl.

[lifeonmvrs]

SPIDER-SONA TIME!!

[Image Description: two digital drawings of void-crawler (my spider-sona). the character is drawn five different times throughout the whole canvas. on the top left corner, void-crawler is unmasked, smiling and doing a peace sign. there are two white text boxes representing void’s internal thoughts that read “gotta love hammerspace. how else would my hair fit otherwise?*”. underneath there’s a turquoise text box that reads “*editor’s note: it would not.” in the middle left side of the canvas, void-crawler is shown with a surprised expression and the spidey sense lines. there’s a white bubble text that reads “omg i have squiggly lines!!”. near that drawing, there’s a smaller one with a chibi head of void doing a salute with a turquoise bubble text with a white center reading “of course, officer!”. an arrow points to text saying “talking with hero voice (a.k.a. deeper)”. on the bottom left corner, there’s an unfinished but colored drawing of void-crawler drinking a milkshake with half their mask off and with little hearts on the side. there’s an arrow pointing at the drawing accompanied by text that reads “pretend this is okay [heart emoticon] and finished…” on the right side of the canvas, there’s a full-body drawing of void-crawler. void has a hand near the face in a thinking manner and the other near the hip. to the right, there’s a written text that says “void-crawler!” in all caps. the background is a yellow note-taking paper texture. the second image shows the front and back design with some mannequin models as template. background is white. /end ID]

more info below:

alright guys, let’s do this one last time. my name is mars walker. i was bitten by a radioactive spider. and for the last 2 years, i’ve been the one and only void-crawler. i’m pretty sure y’all know the rest. i saved a bunch of people. got spider-man to be my mentor. did a couple of team-ups with him and deadpool. i saved the city but i… couldn’t save peter. i stopped fighting for a while. changed my suit and hero name. and now i’m back, stronger than ever, wahoo! because no matter how hard life gets, i always find a way to come back and save the city. cuz who else will if not me?

amazing intro proving i’m a hero… check!

whole backstory explained… on hold

hi! finally posted this, i made it like a week ago. anyway, i think i would have some extra powers, as a treat.

first of all, enhanced spidey sense. i don’t only perceive near danger but FUTURE danger as well. basically i get visions, premonitions, prophecies, whatever you wanna call them. they are always about danger and there IS a way to change them. i dont know how that would work with time and space continuum and all those complicated things, but who wants logic, boring!! (i’ll solve the plot hole soon, dw 😭🛐) (if any of y’all have any idea how to solve it, pls tell me)

i would be able to break the 4th wall cuz i constantly do irl anyway,, sometimes life follows a specific storytelling pattern and has very notorious plot armor and that makes me think “huh… weird”

i would also have sensitive senses, and that includes night vision! (i already have sensitive hearing irl and it’s a nightmare! good luck void-crawler). i could also “change” my appearance? i would not physically change it, but i would release some kind of chemicals or stuff that would make people see other thing. this is inspired by the ant mimicry spiders do. spiders DO change physically, but i think mine would be just psychologically. idk, i thought that would be cool :P

the design of my spidey suit is inspired by, spidey of course, but also by deadpool’s suit. cuz i’m obsessed with both of them atm, so had to add that to my story 👍 AND IT WILL MAKE SENSE STORY WISE MUAHAHAHA! cant wait to tell y’all the backstory.

yk that thing miles and gwen do when talking to their dad while in the spidey suit (deeper voice)? well i would do that all the time i’m talking with people that are not aware void-crawler is mars walker. and my bubble text would show that by being mostly turquoise with a bit of white in the center :3

[decladams]

YES i love all that! i was hoping they would be transfem, it’s such an underrepresented “headcanon.” my personal image of adam leans very nonbinary/transfem, especially post Cabeswater Incident. i became an ethel cain fan after i’d started thinking about adam that way but her version of rugged southern femininity is definitely a good reference point. i’m curious about your thoughts on transfem adam and ronan in terms of their “journey,” appearance, etc. basically i just want to know more of your thoughts in general haha.

yeahhhh!!! for context: in the fic i'm imagining ronan being out as transfem (socially transitioning but not much else) but adam still questioning and that's where my notes/thinking comes from so here's a condensed version of my other written ramblings

so i feel like ronan's hypermasculinity (the cars and racing and alcohol and drugs etc.) is possibly overcompensation for not really feeling like a man at all. and like he's got this image of niall as like a Man™ and being so similar (and constantly compared) to niall, ronan is desperately trying to emulate that. also general anger issues, like, yeah, stifling parts of yourself for years is going to do that 👍. ALSO with the whole dreamer thing it's like "dreamers are to be classified as weapons" and when you're an eldritch being that can dream things to life what is gender anyway?

for adam i feel like his upbringing it doesn't really lend itself to questioning and so by the time he got into aglionby it was such a good opportunity that he just kept repressing it to try and be a Boy™ that fits in with all the other rich white boys. but adam being adam, he doesn't fit in with them but he thinks it's the trailer park and not the fact that he just doesn't feel like a boy/man at all. like ronan, being a Man™ has connotations (fathers yk?) but unlike ronan he doesn't want to be his father at all. also, similar to ronan being a dreamer, adam had that connection to cabeswater and like yeah forests don't really have gender and that was new and fun and interesting and cracked the egg a bit maybe.

out of personal experience some of my friends' brothers attend all-boys schools in the area (i attend an all-girls) and those are toxic little hellholes at times. aglionby is probably just like the rest of them which is to say terribly transphobic and homophobic which just layers on the repression for all of them. and then with everything in trc canon you don't have time to unpack that until school is done and dead kings are done etc etc.

i guess that's mostly journey/explanation? im not sure this answers anything sorry but it is fun to write multiple paragraphs about something im very fixated on at the moment haha

[fanaticsnail]

meant to send this yesterday but the sleepy got me so....

Off to an amazing start with my dad coming up behind me during opening credits/music and asking if I'm watching Tom & Jerry.

Thats such a pretty frame!

I wasnt expecting singing!! But hell yeah!! Sing your funky songs, bug man! - Ooooooh, is that a watercolor background? So pretty!

THE 🏹 BLACK ⚫️ FOX 🦊 - "Good friend Griswold from the north" Snail, is there something you'd like to sbare with the class?

Also, the costuming! I havent seen this many men in tights since Romeo and Juliet!

Sword Fight⁉️

Quick aside; his daughter looks so unbothered. Also, what is she embroidering? Is that a map? - "You marry griswold" -girl, I CACKLED

The King X Griswold- 20 k slowburn, friends to lovers - The singing should not surprise me as much as it does. I was practically raised on bollywood, so its not like im not used to it, maybe its because this is Hollywood not Bollywood, so I'm not used to it here? - Wearing his clothes is one thing, but did Hawkins make 6 additional Fox outfits for his friends? I'm starting to see the Buggy comparison you were making

I've always been under the belief that every weird little man needs a weird little child. So far, I'm not disappointed

Pretty sets, pretty people, what's not to love? - UGHHHH this is so soft, I love itttttt

question: did he do his own singing for this? singing for yourself isn't common in Bollywood so idk. - ONE BED? ONE BED!!??!??!!

Damn, no song in the swiss Alps, but worth it to see this little nerd short-circuit around a pretty girl. Ripe for the fic writing, this scene.

Me and who? ME AND FUCKING WHO?

Couples who commit crimes together stay together. Nothing like some good old treason to set the mood. - waitwaitwaitwaitwait she's actually a witch????

If Jean and Hawkins aren't endgame I'll cry - This movie is like if the Princess Bride and Once Upon A Mattress had a child and made Monty Python and the Holy Grail the godparent - JEAN 🩷✨💋 (she didn't do anything, I just think she's pretty) - Snail! Snail, why haven't you written this fic yet??? - I-I don't think that's how lightning works......could be wrong tho, who's to say, I've never been struck by lightning.

They're both the same flavor of stupid, bless - HIS FUCGKNG HEAD!! - That white shirt 🫦 That orange dress 🫦🫦 - THE 🏹 BLACK ⚫️ FOX 🦊

What the hell is going on???????????? - UGH, what an icon - okokokokok so the king is on the throne now but he's still....yk a baby. Give me a 10k fic about Jean being a girl boss and running the kingdom while Hawkins sits there like the goof he is and just admires her. 10k words of him being the biggest simp in existence.

-♡♡

Me at you right now:

"With your permission, my lady. I'd like to go round again."

I love Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone. The fact that Angela Lansbury is there too as a gorgeous young, sassy princess is just my favourite thing.

"If it pleases me, you will marry Griswold." "If it pleases you so much, you marry Griswold." -> yes, queen. Get it. She is going to be the model for the type of sass Sir Crocodile's Sapsorrow is going to need to endure.

Your commentary is everything. The shipping of Griswold and the King is just hilarious. I need it 🤌.

Hawkins x Jean is beautiful. The whole plot is simply the best: failing forward incarnate. The masquerade trifecta. The disguises. The songs. The wenches. The silly dancing. Danny Kaye can absolutely sing, and his voice is gorgeous. His speciality was reciting tongue twisters.

My favourite line in the whole movie is: "Sometimes tenderness and kindness can also make a man. A very rare man." Coming from a strong woman who had to claw tooth and nail to become the pinacle of her rank. In the 50s.

Again, I love this movie to much that I got a tattoo of it.

I hope you liked it. It's an odd one, I'll give you that. It's one of my childhood favorites.