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Heavy Weighs the Crown

Had to stop working on everything else and write a whole bunch of this instead. Usually I like to finish things that I think might be on the longer side before I start posting, but we're gonna live on the edge with this one. Expect updates in 1-2 Bearimys.

Chapter One - Sweetpea

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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader, Large men picking up reader like a football, No Y/N, A spot of magic, Some exposition, Reader's dad (deceased) was a real piece of work, Reader descriptions kept as neutral as possible but keep in mind that she is a character to me and does have a specific appearance so things might slip through. This is just me having a bit of fun with a fantasy setting because it is my favourite type.

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Sunlight streams down through the light scattering of clouds above, as you carry your nearly empty basket into town to buy a few things for your auntie Kate. She’s not truly your aunt, but over the past few years it’s hard to think of her as anything less than family. She’s not warm, exactly, but she’s honest, and you know that you can trust her with anything.

Kate would usually be at your side when you go into town, watching the crowd with hawkish intensity, as though she still expects agents of the new king to materialize and snatch you away, but she’s away on business, and her wife much less paranoid. You expect that anyone who was ever looking for you has given up on you now. After the civil war, there was a time of instability, and you laid awake many nights, half expecting armed men to break into your bedroom and snatch you away, but everything is smoothed over now, and there’s no reason why Price would feel like he needed you to cement his rule.

You’re happy to just let him have the kingdom. You have more freedom as an ordinary girl, and you’re happier now than you ever have been. You were miserable living in your father’s halls, just a spindly little flower growing without enough sun or rain. And your people are happy now too. It twists your stomach something fierce, to think that your father was never a good king, but the reality is that he wasn’t. People starved while he feasted behind his walls. He sent good men to wage war on his behalf, to die in far off lands when they should have been home building better lives for themselves and their families. He allowed his chosen men to terrorize the women and children and old men living in the towns still. Things had been bad.

So yes, let Price have the crown, and the castle, and the responsibility and anything he likes. What difference does it make to you now?

What matters now is the sun on your face, and the gentle sound of birdsong around you, and the dull bite of the occasional stone through the soft leather soles of your shoes. The air smells sweet and green, although there’s a slight prickle at the back of your nose that tells you that there will be rain tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest. There’s nothing to worry about aside from whether or not the children in town will like the end of the book you have tucked into your basket.

You see a young man sleeping by the side of the road on your way into town, his horse tied to a long halter while he lounges beneath a tree. As you pass by, a bird flying too close startles the horse, and it pulls up the peg it’s tied to, and bolts. The young man doesn’t stir, so you dash after the horse without a thought, dropping your basket so you have both hands free to seize the halter.

You try to dig in your heels to stop the big, white-stockinged horse, but it half-drags you a little ways down the road before finally stopping, swinging it’s head around to look at you as though you’ve personally offended it. “Come on,” you tell it, exasperated. “You don’t belong out here.”

Arms wrap around you from behind, hands much larger than yours close over your wrists. “You’re awfully pretty for a horse thief,” a voice says in your ear.

“I’m not a horse thief!” you protest. “I was trying to help!” The horse snorts, as though it intends to tattle on you for something that you most certainly were not doing.

“And you didn’t think to wake me up?” The man behind you lets go of one of your wrists and spins you around, the movement smooth and graceful, like you’re two dancers at a ball, rather than two strangers meeting along a country road. But when you look up, you find the all too familiar face of one of Price’s knights.

“Sir Garrick!” you gasp.

“Princess,” he says, smiling. He’s far too handsome, his smile bright, teeth a little bit too sharp. “How very nice to see you. I thought for sure you’d have left the kingdom by now.”

“No! Oh no.” You push against his chest uselessly. He’s strong, so much stronger than you. Despair claws at your ribs. Your nightmare-come-true may be wrapped in a pretty, familiar face, but you have no desire to return to the capital. “Please let me go. I promise I don’t want the kingdom. Price can have it— You can have it. I just want to be left alone, I swear, I’ll never—”

“Hush, sweetpea.” He tucks a few of your thin braids behind your ear, fingertips grazing down your neck. “I have to bring you in. But you can make your case to Price. Maybe he’ll let you come back, alright? Don’t fret. He’s always been reasonable.”

You’re not certain how to get out of this. Sir Garrick has kind eyes, but his grip is like steel. He lifts you up easily and sets you on his horse before you so much as think of protesting or making a feeble attempt to fight him off.

“We’re not far from the capital. We can make it there before dark,” he continues, voice low and reassuring, as though you’re worried about the travel, and not the destination.

“But— What about my aunt? I should let her know where I’ve gone.”

“We’ll send word. Don’t you worry, your majesty.”

“No, no, don’t call me that. That’s for kings and queens, and I’m neither.” I’m no one, you want to shout.

He's amused by that, amused by you, as if you're just being a silly little girl. "I suppose we'll settle on sweetpea for now." He holds his palm out and three little white birds materialize and fly off in different directions, spectral and iridescent as soap bubbles. And then he swings into the seat behind you and pulls you most of the way into his lap, wraps strong arms around your waist, and nudges his mount into a walk.

“So,” Sir Garrick says conversationally, his voice low, lips far too close to your ear. It’s overly familiar, but you’re already practically sitting in the man’s lap. “What have you been doing out here all these years?”

“Um. Gardening. Embroidery. Taking care of my chickens. Lessons, for some of the children that live nearby. Just letters and arithmetic. I’ve been thinking about organizing a proper schoolhouse.” You can feel your nerves bubbling up as you babble, thoughts coming to you disorganized and stilted. “I never realized how few people can read. It seems a shame. I do a few hours of reading around town, help out at the church. I keep busy. I haven’t any real purpose, so I have to go out of my way to make one.” You sigh, thinking of how you had left things at a particularly gripping point in a story you’d been reading to the town children. They’ll be disappointed if they never hear the end of it, but you still have hope that Price will decide you’ve become something of a country bumpkin with no place in the court, and let you go back home soon. “How have you fared? Is your family well?”

“Quite well. My sisters will be glad to see you again. They always thought you were sweet. Rosie’s opened her own dress shop in the city, and Camellia has five children now. I think Kylie and Jorah were just two or three last you saw them. My mother lives with Cam to help out.” Sir Garrick’s mother and sister used to work at the palace, and he had been apprenticed to the court wizard before he specialized in battle magic and became a knight. You hadn’t been friends, exactly— You’re not sure you ever really had friends— but he’d always been nice enough, when your paths crossed.

“And what of you?” you prompt gently. “Have you found yourself a wife?”

He laughs lightly. “I’m working on it. I’ve a girl in mind, but I think she’ll take some convincing.”

“Oh I doubt that, Sir. You’re perfectly unobjectionable.”

“High praise indeed, princess.”

The two of you chat idly as you travel, mostly about nothing, but it’s pleasant enough. Sir Garrick— Kyle, he insists you call him— is far more charming than you remember, and he makes you laugh so much that you’re certain that you’d simply fall right off the horse if he wasn’t holding onto you so securely. He’s the very picture of a romantic hero, all chivalry and smiles, handsome in the dappled light under the canopy of trees as the road carries you from farmland to forest. You come to a bridge, and he dismounts so his horse can drink, and lifts you down so you can stretch out stiff muscles. His touch lingers, strong hands resting on your hips for a few beats longer than would be appropriate, but you don’t really mind.

You part from his company so you can relieve yourself a little ways into the trees, glad he’s not concerned about you making a run for it. His assurances that Price can be reasoned into letting you go home once you’ve spoken to him is enough to make you cooperative. You’re certain that he’ll take one look at you now and send you right back home. You’ve never had any luck with the young men in town, and if that’s any indication, you’ll be back to your little bedroom in Kate’s house before the week is up.

You fix your clothes and walk back to the road, humming lightly under your breath. Kyle is speaking to a flat glowing disc that hums with energy, floating above his palm. He gives you a smile and a nod and retreats to the tree line while he finishes his conversation. You catch a glimpse of a face on the disc as he turns, searing blue eyes meeting yours for a moment. Price, certainly. You recognize those eyes.

Kyle’s gaze slips over to you again as you kneel by the creek, one arm keeping your skirt out of the water while you trail the other hand through the water idly, the cool stream a pleasant offset to the heat of the afternoon. If you were alone, you would consider stripping down and going for a swim, but as nice as Kyle is, he’s still a man, and not one you know particularly well anymore, if you ever did.

When you look over again, he’s tucking the crystal disc into the front of his tunic, and a wolf is behind him, stalking out of the woods, low to the ground and ready to pounce. “Kyle!” you shout, pointing behind him. He turns quickly, a spell glittering on his fingertips, but the wolf pounces before he can cast it, both crashing into the packed earth along the side of the road.

You rush over, although halfway there you wonder what help you expect to be, and an arm snatches you around the middle, hauling you back. You’re beginning to get a bit annoyed at how much you’ve been manhandled today, and you start kicking as you’re lifted off your feet. “Let me go!”

“Easy, sweet girl. Let the lads say hello,” a deep voice says behind you, the sound rumbling through you like a cat’s purr. “No danger ‘ere.”

You look at Kyle and the wolf again. Only there isn’t a wolf anymore, just a large, naked man laying on top of Kyle, kissing him ardently and more than a little messily. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn. “Oh.”

The man who was a wolf stands up, and you look away, too flustered by the sight of so much bare skin to do anything else. The big man puts you down and turns you to face him, putting your back to the werewolf. “Johnny, put some clothes on before you say ‘ello. We know you were raised by savages, but you don’t need to act like it,” he says firmly, his heavy hands on your shoulders.

You stare at the skull embroidered on the black tunic in front of you, recognizing the emblem, and then the black fencers mask tied around the man’s face, obscuring even the shape of his features. You see a glint of light when he drops his chin to look at you though, gleaming eyes that look at you inscrutably. You know him, by name and reputation and deep, rumbling voice, if not by his face. No one knows him by his face, but he was as highly ranked a knight as Price was, one of your father’s personal guard before the war. Often tasked as your guardian, a solemn but comforting presence always. “Hello, Ghost,” you say, cheeks burning all the hotter. “Been a while.”

“Not as long as you might think,” he says. You can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Been keepin’ an eye on you.”

“What do you mean?” you ask. “For how long?”

“Knew where you were this whole time. Wun’t about to let you disappear, princess.” He tucks you against his side, keeping an arm around your shoulders protectively. “Johnny. Come meet our girl. Best behaviour.”

Johnny the werewolf grins at you as he walks up, still adjusting the drape of the tartan fabric around his hips, broad chest bare and dusted with hair, swirling blue tattoos printed on his scarred skin. His hair is shaved on the sides, a stripe of it left long in the center. “Nice ta finally meet ya, princess. Officially, anyway. We’ve bumped intae each other once or twice, but I was told no’ ta approach unless ye approached first, aye? Shame ye never did.” His smile is crooked, his too-bright blue eyes intent on yours. “Think we’ll get along.”

“The whole time?” you ask, skipping back a few paces in the conversation, glancing up at Ghost. “But Kyle said—”

“Sorry, sweetpea,” Kyle says airily. “I lied.”

“Typical tricksy wizard shite. But dinnae ye worry none, we’ll keep him honest for ye.” Johnny grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, and then to the inside of your palm. His rough fingertips push your sleeve back, and he kisses the inside of your wrist too. When you squeak, he gives you a heated look and does it again, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he opens his mouth and licks a stripe across your pulse.

You’re warm from the tips of your ears to your chest, your breath catching on ragged nerves. You tug your hand out of his grip and cradle it with your other, like you’ve been burned by his brash touch.

“Johnny,” Ghost says, exasperated. “S’that what you call best behaviour?”

“She likes it, sir.”

“I most certainly do not!” you protest.

“Oh, aye ye do. Werewolf, ye ken. Can smell ye.” Johnny taps the side of his nose and winks at you. “Ye dinnae need ta be embarrassed, sweetpea. Ye can hardly blame yerself, faced with all this.” He gestures to his admittedly impressive physique, the broad and lean shape of near-perfect manhood on immodest display.

“Let’s move.” Kyle’s hand brushes your elbow. “You can ride with me again.”

Ghost shakes his head and turns, pulling you with him. “No. Come meet Nox.” He whistles, and a huge black shape hurtles down from the sky, glossy black wings snapping open just before the creature hit the ground, flapping a few times so that it lands lightly on four mismatched limbs, stirring up dust leaves. You shrink back against Ghost’s side, eyes wide. A gryphon.

The massive beast has a raven’s head and wings, and shiny black fur on it’s haunches. The catlike tail, with it’s tuft of feathers at the end, twitches back and forth as the bird head tilts to regard you, dark, slit-pupil eyes watching you with interest.

You look up at Ghost for reassurance, and he nods. “Go on. Offer ‘er your ‘and. She won’t bite. Hey, girl?” he scratches the gryphon behind the ear, and it opens it’s mouth to make a vibrating, keening sound that makes Kyle’s horse snort nervously. “That’s right, sweetpea’s a friend.”

You offer your outstretched hand to the giant creature, bolstered by Ghost’s calm, and it sticks it’s beak under your palm, making the same keening sound again. The last of your apprehension melts away, and you step closer, smiling. “Aren’t you a pretty girl?” You scratch the spot where her beak meets her feathers, and her eyes close for a moment.

Johnny reaches for the Nox’s side, and she whips her head around and hisses at him, her throat feathers fluffing up defensively. “Och, yer no’ goan ta git my fingers, ye wee beastie. Thought ye was gettin’ soft.”

“Away, Johnny. Let the girls get to know each other.” Ghost stands behind you and guides your hands to points just behind Nox’s jaw. The gryphon croaks and leans her head on your shoulder, nudging Ghost with her beak.

“Not so scary,” you coo, pressing your face into the soft cloud of feathers. “What a sweet girl.”

“How about it, Nox? Can she ‘op up?” Ghost asks. The gryphon croaks again and backs away enough to lean her front half down. Ghost picks you up and sets you on her back, on a flat saddle that sits right behind the joint of her massive wings, which fold up over your legs like she’s holding you steady. He pats Nox on the neck and starts walking, and she follows, padding beside him, sticking her beak between the joints of his leather armor playfully whenever he takes his hand off her.

You grab the edge of the saddle, mindful of Nox’s feathers, and it takes a moment to adjust to her movement. It’s not the side to side sway of a horse, but she’s steady, like she’s trying her best not to spill an inexperienced rider. Thoughtful of her.

Behind you, Kyle scrambles up onto his horse, and Johnny hustles to catch up, positioning himself on Ghost’s other side, giving Nox a wider berth.

“Thought we weren’t supposed ta tell her we were watchin’,” Johnny said. “Price said—”

“She ought to know. I wun’t too ‘appy about it in the first place, but a deal’s a deal.”

“A deal with who?” you ask.

“I’ll let Price tell you that much, sweetpea. But if it were up to me I’d’ve dragged you back home years ago.”

You shake your head tiredly. “Home is where I was. And I’m going back as soon as this business with Price is done. I don’t know what he wants, but I’m sure we can work something out. Kyle said he’s reasonable.”

“Oh, did ‘e?” Ghost asks, amusement colouring his deep voice. “S’pose that’s ‘ow ‘e had you comin’ along purrin’ like a kitten, hm?”

The blood drains from your face as you turn to look at Kyle, but he doesn’t look guilty, or like he’d been lying to you. “Well, again, I’m perfectly happy to cooperate. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t let me go when he gets what he wants, is there?”

Johnny chuckles, exchanging a look with Ghost that’s inscrutable. “Aye, ye’ve got a point. I’m sure ye’ll have no trouble dealin’ with the old man. Born diplomat, aren’t ye?”

Your stomach twists with nerves. It’s been many years since you’ve seen John Price. You don’t know him as well as you know Ghost. You’d always found the big, faceless man strangely comforting, easy to talk at, if not to, especially when you were still young and silly. But John Price, when he fixed you with those fathomless dark blue eyes, had always rendered you speechless, turned your usually clever tongue to lead. He was a knight captain then, a natural leader of men, a hero. Not someone that your father wanted you to get close to. It’s easy for you to see why now, with your father dead in the ground and Price wearing the crown, but you were glad for any excuse to stay away.

You wish you could ask Nox to fly away with you on her back, maybe home, but maybe somewhere else entirely, where no one knows you, where you can start again without the weight of the crown hanging heavy over your head, an executioner’s ax waiting to fall.

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#Fantasy AU #cod mw fanfiction #x reader #x fem Reader #141 x reader #Heavy Weighs the Crown #Cave Writing #This is mostly gonna be fun and light-hearted I just really enjoy fantasy and I've been watching a lot of DnD content lately #“He's always been reasonable” Kyle lies thinking fondly of his boss - the least reasonable man in the realm #Let me know if you need any content warnings in here but I feel this one's pretty light

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googledetective · 7 months

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the theories that have been presented on this cast + one of my own :)

I do want to mention that I strongly believe this is a prequel due to a conversation I had with a bunch of people on discord earlier. (Everyone was 16+, dw.)

I haven’t seen anything about the first two at all so far, so I’ll be skipping over them and onto the third guy (oh my fucking lord).

(Also this post from @nesisamess helped a lot)

Staring onto the third dude,

(both posts are made by @zitherwaifuus :)

It seems that here this guy has some sort of relationship to XF-Future Tech, which if you’ve seen Min’s side story, you’d know is the company that came into her life and groomed her to be the Ultimate Student. She received special tutoring for them and worked her ass off for that title her entire life because of that. Next, this guy shares the same tie pin she does, and it’s also very notable that she dresses up with the same button down and tie in her MV. Not only do I think she is linked to the company now, but she might be working there before she was in the game. Who knows, though.

Next, I have not seen anything on the fourth girl besides a bunch of people on discord theorizing what the dandelion in her hair could mean. Unfortunately dandelions have different meanings from different cultures all over the world, so until it’s specified about where she’s from, I don’t think there’s many assumptions we can make yet.

Number Five, the purple guy.

Everyone seems to think so far that this is Elliot Cuevas, Charles Cuevas’s deceased brother. Now let me tell you that although I can’t see it based off design, the way he looks (playful and kinda weird but happy) and the way he was described by the creator in the latest qna (a popular joyous dude), can definitely make me see this being real. The only thing that is super far fetched about this is that we know he died a long time ago, and so if this is a prequel, it would have to be at least 15 years before drdt even starts.

Here’s also some more evidence from @sunlit-haru supporting the ‘that’s Elliot’ theory.

Now we’re up to the protagonist, who mind you is definitely my favorite so far. I will eliminate the rest of you protag dickriders so I will be the only simp left.

ANYWAYS, in the about page for this, it’s stated that this is a fangan for someone who wants to be the perfect teacher. Now with the hidden quote on the drdt tumblr page about this teacher…

( @demodraws0606 ‘s post)

Uh oh. I think we’ve figured out who this mysterious teacher might be. As for who is talking to them, I’ve personally got a few ideas, but they are not backed with any evidence.

1. The mastermind from this first killing game

2. Mai Akasaki or David Chiem still

3. The mastermind of the drdt killing game

Whoever it is, I think that these games are surely related and that each current kg participant does have a relation with one of these cast members. And that previous killing game’s end is why this one is happening.

Then, based off the post up top and a few others, people seem to think this is Teruko’s brother. I’m going to give a wild theory (no evidence) that Mai Akasaki knows him, only bc of the red in his hair. Then I think Mai would’ve found Teruko, and she would’ve been trying to reconnect them. Just a theory, though. There’s no evidence based around that this guy might be Teruko’s brother though, sadly.

Last but not least, @1moreff-creator pieced together some of the text on his badge:

I’m just gonna say that I’m seriously impressed with your efforts cause I have no fucking clue that could even be readable lmao.

*UPDATE ON TEXT: holy mother of god, @xmicrophonyx is a fucking god, and deciphered it. Here you go, and we all have got to give a serious thank you to them.

Sadly I cannot link the image of what the phone number gets to, but it gets linked to a yellow pill. I don’t have any ideas on how it would relate to the game, but I think it does. It’s used for high blood pressure and heart failure. If he’s really related to Teruko, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had high blood pressure lmao.

Also, the area code for 555 is just North America.

Here’s what I found on Wikipedia:

“The telephone number prefix 555 is a central office code in the North American Numbering Plan, used as the leading part of a group of 10,000 telephone numbers, 555-XXXX, in each numbering plan area (NPA) (area code). It has traditionally been used only for the provision of directory assistance, when dialing NPA-555-1212.

The central office code is also used for fictitious telephone numbers in North American television shows, films, video games, and other media in order to prevent practical jokers and curious callers from bothering telephone subscribers and organizations by calling telephone numbers they see in works of fiction.”

I don’t understand the first part, but it seems that this is a fictional number. If someone could explain to me wtf that first part even memes, I might be able to give more info.

Anyways, it seems that this guy ended up being a teacher at HPA, before or after the killing game. But I think this was very worth mentioning.

Unfortunately I’ve seen nothing about the next two, but I want to say that the girl in all pink (#8) I think is Felicity Giles, if that’s even possible. I just feel that’s Arturo’s sister. I know, I’m a weirdo. Even if #7 looks more like Arturo, I just cannot see it.

Moving on, nine and ten! If you look at them closely they’ve got the same eye pattern, suggesting they’re siblings, or likely twins, since they’ve got the fire/ice scheme going on.

Lastly, eleven which oh my god, Arturo’s dream girl! But she’s been theorized to be Whit’s mom. Here’s the post that argues a pretty convincing reason of why.

Oh boy. That woman is pretty cool and is very elegant, and has the same shade of blond hair that Whit dyed his too. I don’t think she’s any coincidence.

But joining along on that last little paragraph of this person’s post, it’s starting to seem a lot of characters do have connections to this cast and are seemingly mentioned quite a few times.

UPDATE: oh my lord, @accirax literally went on a deep dive for us and gave us a pretty good explanation and educated guess on everyone’s talents. I’m not going to link it because they covered pretty much every logical point as to why they have their guesses. Here’s the post if you haven’t already seen it https://www.tumblr.com/accirax/728687594893885440/drdt-new-character-talent-analysis

Anyways this is just the sum-up of everyone’s theorizing + a bit of my add on to it, and huge kudos to everyone who’s been making theories so far. I’ll be updating & crediting if there’s anymore notable things that come out.

Thanks for reading!

#drdt #drdt creator’s other fangan #drdt theory #danganronpadespairtime #drdtalt

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peoplesgraves · 2 years

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Experimental love part 2

Yandere X Alien Reader

Log: day 1

I’ve started this log to track a first not only for me but possibly, for my entire species. So far I’ve found no mention of any other keeping a human like I have agreed to. The human in question is incompatible with a return to earth and to ensure this never happens again I will keep him here and utilize him with later test subjects. The human calls himself Axel and this is how he’ll be referred to in all further logs.

Log: day 5

I told Axel I was planning to take a new subject last night but that will have to be put on hold. Axel has come down with some kind of illness and has been expelling his contents all day. I’m taking care of him to the best of my ability but he doesn’t seem to be improving yet. I forgot how fragile humans are and I wonder if this whole thing may be a mistake. I will find the reason for this strange illness and try to ensure it doesn’t happen in the future.

Log: day 8

Finally I was able to find a new subject today. He may prove to be an even better specimen then axel although axel seems hostile. I wonder if being in such an enclosed space with another male of his species is the cause. Still though, axel has proven to be a valuable asset. He follows orders and seems to know what I’m going to ask of him before I do. It’s much easier to complete my work when most of my contact with the subject is purely clinical.

Log: day 13

Humans have a belief that the number 13 is unlucky and I believe I may now share that belief. This morning Axel came to me panicked and told me my newest subject was deceased. It seems he snuck a dangerous substance from my lap yesterday and consumed it during the night. He was my first subject to die in my care and it was harder then I thought it’d be. Axel was a great source of comfort and though I expected him to be upset at the death of one of his own, he seemed more concerned for me then anything.

Log: Day 30

I haven’t had time to update this log in quite awhile. There’s been an epidemic on the ship lately, any human I bring ends up dying no matter how careful I am. I worry that I will have to abandon my research and return home, Axel seems pleased by this. I know I agreed to keep Axel in my care and I intend to keep my promise.

Log: Day 31

I thought that whatever had infected my research had narrowly missed Axel but truthfully I failed to protect him from the very beginning. He was not the latest victim of the darkness that led to the death of so many humans but it’s originator. There is something wicked and alien in him, worse then I have seen in all my years throughout the cosmos. Still though he is my responsibility, I fear I made him like this and it’s my duty to ensure he doesn’t hurt anyone else. I will continue to update this log for as long as I’m able.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere fantasy #yandere mythical creature #yandere x you

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windchimesgames · 9 months

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The latest update to the beta build of Reanimation Scheme comes with the final chapters of Lyrissa's story!

If you are a Kickstarter backer with beta access or a Patreon supporter of $15 tier or above, you'll now be able to go on a dramatic adventure, solve some mysteries and fall in love with Lyrissa in the span of 15 chapters! 💖

With Lyrissa's route wrapped up, I'm looking to get Kierdan's route out next. His first three chapters (Ch. 4-6) are already in the beta build from a previous month's update, and I'm aiming to get another 4 chapters of his route out this month, then the rest next month to conclude his route too for the beta phase!

Lots of cool new content coming up soon, so be sure to follow and stay tuned for more news!

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Reanimation Scheme is a romance visual novel with necromancy, love, life and death as its central themes.

Step into the shoes of the necromancer, Raenelle, whose wish for a break from work was granted in the most unexpected way possible — the sudden disappearance of the spirits of the deceased. Meet a colorful cast of characters, fail to summon the spirits of the dead, unravel mysteries, and maybe — just maybe — fall in love.

#otome #visual novel #interactive fiction #dating sim #otome game #otoge #if #vn #english otome #english otome game #indie otome #renpy #lgbtq #english visual novel #amare #reanimation scheme

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berrymascarpone · 8 months

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While watching the latest episodes of TYBW, one detail caught my eye: the way that Rukia calls out the temperature as she lowers her body temperature. And when she does this, she uses…Celsius. Now, you might say that’s not too strange, all the reasonable countries use Celsius, but consider that Rukia is a near century old ghost, who before the series began hadn’t been to the living world since she died as a baby, and didn’t know how to use a straw when she first got there. So why would she use Celsius? And how does she know about Absolute Zero to the precise tenth of a degree?

Well, you might say, she did spend a few weeks in human High School, where she learned how to drink juice out of a box, and maybe she learned how to measure temperature there. And absolute zero is definitely a high school chemistry topic. But then I looked back and found…

…when Yamamoto used his bankai, he specifically mentions that it’s 15 million degrees (Celsius, presumably), aka the temperature of the core of the sun. (I looked it up, he says 15 million degrees specifically in the Japanese version too, so it’s not a translation thing)

Why does Yamamoto use Celsius??? He’s over a thousand years old, and a cursory google search shows that Anders Celsius, the inventor of the Celsius unit of measurement, lived in the 1700s. So Yamamoto must have picked it up sometime after then, but how? I find it hard to imagine that the Captain Commander himself ever goes to the living world short some major emergency like Aizen’s coup, and in that case when would he have time to catch up on the latest scientific advancements?

Perhaps the 12th Squad or some other squad (maybe Ukitake’s 13th?) that is more familiar with the living world holds regular seminars to update shinigami on the modern world? Does Yamamoto also attend occasionally? Or, is there some other way for the living world to seep in to the afterlife? Some subconscious transference that means shinigami and the citizens of Rukongai too, somehow gain knowledge of the living world through a kind of osmosis? Yhwach is able to absorb and redistribute knowledge, power, etc. of the Quincy, so perhaps the Soul King, being Yhwach’s father, has a similar ability?

Also, how does Yamamoto even know how hot he is? He probably hasn’t used this technique since the last time he fought Yhwach, which is definitely before the invention of Celsius degrees, and probably before humans measured the temperature of the sun. And I don’t think he’s the type to humor any 12th division offers to measure his temperature either. Maybe he just pulled the number out of his ass because it sounded cool, since if he really were the temperature of the sun, Seireitei would probably be literal ash.

Anyways to summarize, here are the theories:

1. That Rukia or some low level shinigami went to the human world and learned about this cool new way of measuring temperature, and the knowledge somehow filtered up to Yamamoto (though I wouldn’t put it past, say, Ukitake to bring it up in a meeting sometime)

2. That Celsius degrees were invented separately in Soul Society, and they also discovered absolute zero

3. That somehow the knowledge filtered in to soul society through osmosis, maybe through recently deceased human souls, or through some other mysterious soul king related metaphysics.

#bleach #bleach ramblings #Kuchiki Rukia #yamamoto genryusai #bleach worldbuilding?#i talked a bit about Rukia’s use of Celsius in my TYBW episode rambling but then I went back and found Yamamoto’s words #but just imagining Akon or Nemu having to hold annual continuing education seminars #and Yamamoto being forced to attend one after central 46 found that his certifications were severely out of date #not at all inspired by my yearly obligation to get CPR certified despite the fact I never use it

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kitausuret · 1 year

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Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Yoinked from @abc2411 because it looked fun!

The Look of You Eddie first started to notice the difference with his other.

(Whatever Happens) We've Got Us Jubulile first spotted it when they were setting up back on the boat to get to the nearest airport. It looked like a huge puddle on the deck - like a giant puddle of oil, all colors of red and blue, tangled up together in purple.

Where My Path Will Lead Peter dropped down to the ground as he watched Venom fly away, their words still ringing in his ears and he stood there and tried to wrap his head around them. “-Flash will probably find you first-” It couldn’t be, though. Brock was fucking with him, just to be cruel; Peter was sure of it. One last stake in his back to remind him of his personal failure and just the latest in the list of people he’d loved and hadn’t been able to save.

Complicate Me, Elevate Me “You wanna switch?” Eddie scoffed at Flash’s reaction. “You don’t have to sound so incredulous about it.”

Add Without Subtraction “Hey, lover – we getting Chinese or pizza tonight?” Peter leaned back in his chair, looking at his wife upside-down with a tired smile. “It’s not a burrito kind of night? Because I’m pretty sure it’s a burrito kind of night.”

What Binds Us Together Wanda wasn’t certain what had brought her to the northern Australian city of Darwin. A feeling, perhaps.

Darker Than Death or Night “Brock, I need your help.” He shouldn’t have picked up the phone. “You have the wrong number,” he muttered, and pulled the cheap flip phone away to hang up.

Out Like a Light Harry Lyman, Chief of Operations at the Manhattan headquarters of Parker Industries, was sleeping with the boss, and everyone knew it.

Finding the Light Again It started with just the two of them, laying on a blanket on an abandoned island, miles from every care in the world, thoughts of long-deceased enemies behind them.

Learn to Let it Show As far as first dates had gone (well, the first date they were calling a date), all had gone well. Flash had seemed his normal, charismatic self, if not a little awkward, but it was kind of endearing, and if Harry was being honest, made him less nervous.

Bonus, it wasn't a new fic, but an update on an existing one, when I posted chapter 13 of Dust to Dust: Eddie was uncomfortable, but at least it was a base in the middle of nowhere and not an actual courthouse. While Price’s lawyer argued with Manuela over the matter of his – of their – presence, Eddie found Lee Price sitting on a bench outside the room where the hearing would take place.

Tagging whoever wants to do this, since I know a good bunch of you were probably tagged by one of our other mutuals LOL

#i love these writer ask game meme things they're so fun #they make me remember what I've written and then I'm like “oh yeah I should get back to that”#all but one of these involves or at least references symbiote bullshit... i sure have a brand 🥰

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ALBANY, N.Y. (AP - Modified) — Governor Kathy Hochul has vetoed legislation that would have changed the state's wrongful death statute by letting families recover damages for emotional suffering from the death of a loved one.

Hochul declined Friday to sign the Grieving Families Act for the second time this year. In a veto memo, the Democrat said she favors changing the statute but the bill lawmakers sent her had the "potential for significant unintended consequences."

Among Hochul's concerns, she said, were the possibility of increased insurance premiums for consumers and a risk to the financial well-being of public hospitals and other health care facilities.

New York is one of just a few states that account only for economic loss in wrongful death lawsuits. Almost all states allow family members to be compensated for emotional loss.

The head of the New York State Trial Lawyers Association, David Scher, called Hochul's veto "a grave miscarriage of justice."

The governor's decision "puts the safety of New Yorkers in jeopardy and upholds a perverse standard of morality in current New York law," Scher said in a statement.

The state's existing wrongful death statute calculates how much families are compensated based on pecuniary loss, or the potential earning power of the deceased person. That means the family of a top-earning lawyer, for example, can recover more damages than the family of a minimum-wage worker.

Hochul wrote that valuing life based on potential earnings "is unfair and often reinforces historic inequities and discriminatory practices," but said she chose to veto the bill because lawmakers failed to adequately address concerns she raised when she nixed a previous version last January.

"Every human life is valuable and should be recognized as such in our laws and in our judicial system," Hochul wrote. "I proposed compromises that would have supported grieving families and allowed them to recover additional meaningful compensation, while at the same time providing certainty for consumers and businesses."

The long-sought bill stalled for about two decades before reaching Hochul's desk for the first time after passing last year. She vetoed that version on the grounds that it would drive up already-high insurance premiums and harm hospitals recovering from the pandemic.

"We tried to address her concerns squarely," said Sen. Brad Hoylman-Sigal, who sponsored both vetoed bills. "It's absolutely outrageous that lives in New York are valued differently under our wrongful death statute."

The latest version was passed by lawmakers in June with strong bipartisan support. Hochul said she went through "much deliberation" before deciding to veto it. In her memo, she said she remains open to updating the wrongful death statute.

The legislation would have enabled families who file lawsuits over a loved one's wrongful death to be compensated for funeral expenses, for some medical expenses related to the death and for grief or anguish incurred as a result, in addition to pecuniary losses.

#nunyas news

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rarepears · 2 years

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Sung Jinwoo is like a 70 year old man when it comes to keeping up with modern technology and using said technology

Try to convince me otherwise that Jinwoo isn't a guy who would struggle with lots of tech problems and needs Jinah to help.

Jinwoo: why is my internet explorer not working? Jinah: …explorer is dead. Gone. Deceased. Expired. Over. Jinwoo: huh, when did that happen?

The public: WE LOVE OUR ECCENTRIC HUNTER! The old cranky folks: you see? this is what we need more of: people who aren't glued to the internet and their phones all day. The younger folks: Wow, I guess he's got so much self-confidence that he didn't become a slave to social media like everyone else. That's nice.

Reality: Jinwoo hung onto a 8 year old flip phone because he didn't have money to change it and thus he never got into the habit of using a phone for anything more than calling people and reading Jinah's text requesting a pick up or a grocery run. He maybe sends the occasional one word text reply (or even just a letter) to show Jinah that he's seen the message.

And hey, if it works, then it works. He can use the home computer for anything else he needs the internet for. So Jinwoo never felt the need to spend money to replace it, preferring to spend the rare bit of extra cash on extra fruit or meat so that Jinah could eat better or saving it for a rainy month when his income was lower than usual.

Well, in the end, he was forced to get a better phone (a refurbished but very out of date iPhone) for hunting - even if he was merely an E ranked Hunter, he still needed to received any and all updates from KHA about gates and communications from his temporary teammates for the latest D ranked gate he signed up for.

Then he Reawakened as a S rank and his fortunes completely changed... like his new shiny phone that he doesn't particularly feel the need to carry around or even learn how to use outside of calling and texting.

(He's still more used to texting on the T9 keyboard.)

#give me a tech illiterate Jinwoo who's feeling the impacts of growing up poor w/ single parent & then struggle to raise sis on his own au #sung jinwoo #solo leveling au #solo leveling ideas #solo leveling #sung jinah #sung jin woo

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genuinerio · 6 months

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OH, DARLING! ↠ 「 Jonathan Byers 」

Happy Stranger Things Day! New chapters are coming soon for both this story and the Steve Harrington one! Apologies for such a delayed update, had awful writer’s block but I’m back. Also, will be revising the previous chapters soon.

Profile of Marianne Wheeler.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: MARIANNE ACACIA WHEELER.

NICKNAMES: MARY, ANNE, MARI. (friends and family), FEMINIST QUEEN OF HAWKINS. (fellow students and civilians)

PLACE OF BIRTH: HAWKINS, INDIANA.

DATE OF BIRTH: 5 DECEMBER 1967.

ZODIAC SIGN: SAGITTARIUS.

STATUS: ALIVE.

ORGIN: STRANGER THINGS.

OCCUPATION: STUDENT AT HAWKINS HIGH. (formerly), WORKS AT RECORD STORE. (currently)

RESIDENCE: HAWKINS, INDIANA. (currently)

SKILLS: OPEN MINDED, STRAIGHTFORWARD, SOCIAL, OUTGOING, INTELLIGENT.

STRENGTHS: ARTISTIC, CONFIDENT, BRAVENESS.

WEAKNESSES: REBELLIOUSNESS, PARTYING, CAN TEND TO HOLD A SELF DESTRUCTIVE FACADE AT TIMES.

HOBBIES: PARTYING, DRAWING, WRITING, PLAYING BASS GUITAR, HANGING OUT WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS, FASHION, FEMINISM RIGHTS.

GOALS: TO DEFEAT THE DEMOGORGEN AND TO SAVE WILL. (ongoing), TO BECOME A PROFESSIONAL FASHION JOURNALIST. (ongoing).

FAMILY: KAREN WHEELER. (mother), TED WHEELER. (father), NANCY WHEELER. (younger sister), MIKE WHEELER. (younger brother), HOLLY WHEELER. (youngest sister), JOANNA. (cousin).

FRIENDS: JONATHAN BYERS. (current boyfriend, best friend), STEVE HARRINGTON. (best friend), ROBIN. (close friend), WILL BYERS. (like a brother), DUSTIN HENDERSON. (like a brother), LUCAS SINCLAIR. (like a brother), MAX MAYFIELD. (like a brother), ELEVEN. (like a sister), JIM HOPPER. (friend), JOYCE BYERS. (friend), BARB. (friend, deceased).

ENEMIES: BILLY HARGROVE. (former crush-by-on, deceased, formerly), TOMMY H. (former friend, currently), CAROL. (former friend, currently).

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: UNDETERMINED.

LOVE INTERESTS: JONATHAN BYERS. (eventual boyfriend, in love with), UNNAMED GUYS. (ex-boyfriends).

AFFILIATION: STRANGER THINGS TEEN GROUP.

FIRST APPEARANCE: THE VANISHING OF WILL BYERS.

LATEST APPEARANCE: THE PIGGYBACK.

FACE CLAIM: ZOEY DEUTCH.

FACTS ABOUT MARIANNE:

1. The meaning behind the name Marianne means “Graceful and beloved,” the name originates from Hebrew. She is named after famous musician, Marianne Faithfull.

2. Despite what others may believe, Marianne is quite opposite of her peers in the fact that she cares a lot for those that matter. She had taken Will Byers’s disappearance very seriously considering she understood that it could have been Mike had it not been Will and the fact that he is Mike’s best friend.

3. Marianne holds a closer bond to her siblings and is always there for them, she wants them especially Nancy and Mike to know that they can always come to her and she’d never judge.

4. The eldest Wheeler child holds a very similar taste in music as that of Jonathan’s. She enjoys listening to Joy Division, David Bowie, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.

5. Marianne believes that through her fashion style and writing is the best way that she expresses herself as it’s something that helps define herself and what she stands for.

6. As a child, she had harbored a somewhat crush on a close family friend and Will Byers’s older brother, Jonathan as the two had became good friends but eventually, grew apart and her crush on him ended once she became friends with Steve Harrington in Junior High.

7. People oftentimes confuse and mistake Marianne and Steve for being a couple which they both deny with seeing each other as solely friends and nothing more.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #stranger things oc #stranger things x oc #jonathan byers x oc #jonathan byers x oc!#stranger things x original character #stranger things x oc!#stranger things x wheeler!oc #jonathan byers x wheeler!oc #jonathan byers x wheeler!reader #jonathan byers imagine #stranger things imagine #jonathan byers fanfic #stranger things fanfic #jonathan byers fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #oc: marianne wheeler #my writing

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Cover me in Diamonds

Based on @iinoruu ‘s art of the Miya Twins from the new Cartier campaign.

Pairing: model!miya twins x photographer!reader

“The Miya twins were first discovered straight out of their high school graduation. Apparently an agent was a family friend of another student attending the ceremony who absolutely terrified their mother at first meeting her: she was taking photos of her son and asking classmates to take some of her with her boys when he had approached her. Despite scaring her, he backed up his claim of being a talent scout via handing her a business card. Her sons were debating—more like arguing—whether or not they should give the agency the stranger represented.

Well, that was close to six years ago and the rest, as they say in the west, is history. The fresh twinning faces graced indie brand companies as well as being breakout new models for high end designers. Everyone in the business wanted to work with either Miya Atsumu or his brother, Miya Osamu. If you could book them together? You’d be the diamond gem of your haus. It’s even rumored that Miya Atsumu, in his spare time still teaches kids volleyball, and though he doesn’t play as often, his friends still made him an honorary jersey for the division club: MSBY. Alas, if you liked the gentle, yet firm side of men, you’d probably be describing Miya Osamu. Since being a model, this Miya has been seen endorsing local food spots all around Hyogo. Until he had announced a year and a half ago he would be taking a break to pursue the culinary arts and boy did he excel. Sure, modeling career is what the twins were known for, however, they never forgot their passions before they were famous.

As for their mom? She enjoys living in the countryside nowadays, teasing her boys about the latest dating rumor of all the Billy Jeans that stop by their home town claiming their child was sired by either of her boys. Yet, she thanks them for adding to their family house by remodeling it from the base up. The old tiles and their height charts are still right outside the boys—young men now— rooms. Mama Miya is said to prefer her original jeans and white shirt looks, but of course she doesn’t mind wearing the earrings from Tiffany’s Osamu got her for Christmas two seasons ago and the Burberry sunglasses with matching ascot from the vintage rebranding line shipped first class from Atsumu either.

To their core, the Miya family has done an excellent job of restoring and retelling the dream of the cult classic rags to riches,”— the editor reads the most updated and popular take of the article which your desk had written.

The editor smiles, humming their approval before asking you, your opinion.

“You went to the same high school as them, did you not?”

With as loud as the bullpen is at a high end and we’ll respected magazine, the utter silence astounds you. No one, and you made sure absolutely no one, knew of this. You went so far as to beg your roommate to change your home city to match a different one than your ID card. The ears around you were quietly demanding you to answer and alas you tilt your head to the side about to confirm or deny.

“I did,” you say this clear as a bell.

The bullpen erupts with shouts and questions so obnoxiously personal you thought they were paparazzi! These were your colleagues for almost five years (one of those years being a break from university art school) post collegiate graduation and now they treat you like a god amongst the people because you actually knew the Miya twins prior to their ticket to fame. You refrain from telling anyone else that you are related to the now deceased agent, your uncle, who discovered them.

The five o’clock chimes were going off when the office finally thins out with you promising, more like ‘voluntold’ to finish more stories about high school with the famous models. You’re always one of the last ones out of the building because you head to the photographer labs. Your craft, your signature pieces, your one of a kind print portfolio is there. Turning on the lights, you place your personal belongings down and pinch the bridge of your nose after you take a deep breath and scream into a pillow from your photographer neighbor on the exhale to muffle it.

“I wasn’t popular, not by a long shot,” you mutter closing your eyes. You move to straighten your back lest you want to be permanently C-shaped and you are greeted by a photo the last photographer editor did for a Cartier campaign. It was a test shot no one thought would do well, but you remember being on set that day…

It was the first day of summer. The warehouse aircon was busted, the ring lights were overheating, the foiled umbrellas weren’t cooperating and you just had to see your old lab partner and the guy who tutored you in American Modern English walk in.

You claim you’d never forgive your uncle for signing them, however you changed your tune when you noticed two very distinct kanji writings of your name. Miya Atsumu would always round out the last line with a little bird (sometimes a butterfly) where as his brother, Miya Osamu, would make little onigiris living under the dash line of your hyphenated name. You thought nothing of it until much recently: did they-could they-have remembered you? All shy and temperamental. Kind of weirded out the other interns, but to your surprise one day during a lunch break later on during this particular shoot, you heard Atsumu and Osamu talking.

“YN-chan got really cute,” the blonde says, stuffing his face with a half a ham sandwich. “Hey, remember when she was my lab partner and she scolded me for ruining her notes?”

“Because you were an asshole and left the Bunsen burner turned on way too high,” Osamu said, a chortle trying to not come out.

Atsumu sticks his tongue out. “At least I wasn’t the one who kept feeding her half my lunch because she burned her rolled eggs that morning before your tutoring session in the library!”

“At least I wasn’t t’one who couldn’t ask her to take a photo with us on graduation!”

“We didn’t even thank her for her uncle’s business card,” Osamu’s voice was serious. “Remember when mom said she didn’t have to worry anymore about making payments for our house after we got our offer letters? She was really struggling then and between jobs…”

Atsumu laughs. “We’d never seen so many 0s after a number! Even with scholarship money…”

You stand a few feet away taking test shots of what seemed to be the brick wall behind them, and you purposefully took it with them out of focus. You took four shots on your Canon DSL using 35mm film: two out of focus, and two off-center of the boys in focus. Without telling anyone, you later submitted those to a contest for the fashion magazine editorial hence why you work where you do now. The photo is widely spread online as one of the first sneak peaks into Cartier’s line for men.

Presently, while you are still agitated at the bullpen scene, you put away the developers and head home. You’re not close to the two twin stars, yet when the photographer for the next campaign shoot calls your editor’s office saying the model refuse to work with him, the photographer tells your boss the Miyas demand you take their photos:

“No buts,” your editor air quotes this to you when you’re pulled into their office. The bullpen, rather the other fashion journalists press their ears to the thick glass as you get your things together, and in a voice of finality, you choose no one else to go with you.

You pack your camera, an overnight bag when you get home, and the company car is there within an hour of seven thirty. The ride to Narita Airport, you replay everything from the last four hours of your life because my god was it a whirlwind and whiplash all at once:

Editor in Chief & Photographer Editor in Chief Office

“Congratulations YN, you’re heading to New York on a red eye flight,” is all your editor tells you with this smug look.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

The photographer editor in chief replays the message for you to hear. Atsumu and Osamu are heard arguing about how they’d only do the shoot if they get to work with you. The photographer’s assistant is on the line asking if you’re still working at the Tokyo branch of the same magazine the Cartier campaign would debut in Asia. Behind there assistant you hear Atsumu’s thunderous voice say, “without yn’s 35mm shots of us no one would take us seriously!”

The call drops and the editor in chief spreads out the various versions of your brick wall campaign test shots. The most famous one? It’s odd Atsumu and Osamu laughing nonchalantly showing of the earrings and pendant necklaces in the sunlight.

“This image, it literally launched their career and you took it anonymously! Why didn’t you say anything then?” The editor asks you.

You brush as few bangs behind your ear, “because no one would think to ask a ‘crappy intern’ to sign off on using the image, so I published it independently…” you pick up one of the blurred images.

“I landed the job here a few months after fashion week a year ago after submitting my portfolio of exclusive 35mm prints to your mailboxes…so when do I leave for NYC?”

Fourteen and a half hours later, exhausted and packing lightly for a two week trip to the United States was not easy, but when JFK shuts down half a gate so you can bypass the paparazzi, you wonder just what else the wealthy can do. You entertain the idea until you roll your photopgrahy carry on luggage and look up to see two very eager friends from your adolescence run toward you with open arms.

It’s been a year since that New York Trip. You’re in Seoul now, a solo trip that was much warranted by a certain mischievous silver haired twin’s immediate threat of, “if you won’t ask yn, I will” scenario one pre-breakfast photoshoot with his brother.

“And what about ya, huh?” Atsumu asked before taking his phone out about to text you if you had wanted to go try to visit Seoul in the spring. “Ya liked yn first…”

Osamu flicks his brother’s forehead first, “Yeah, Tsumu. That may be true, but yer the one who loved yn more.”

The blonde makes a face at his brother scowling muttering why he had to be born a twin and why couldn’t Osamu tease him later about his personal life.

“We got yn to come to New York, what’s stopping ya from sending that text? Lemme see yer phone.”

And in the midst of the brotherly struggle, Atsumu accidentally had his thumb press and slide to send, much to his horror, you reply two seconds later (ok, you replied a few minutes later)…

“Yn w-wants to go,” he said snatching his phone from his brother’s hand.

Atsumu plops down on the couch in the latest studio they are in for Calvin Klein Jeans. Osamu, mirthfully laughs, saying something or other about maybe hiring you to be the mystery woman covered in Cartier diamonds in a retro bathtub for the jeweler’s summer line as they offer you champagne on a silver tray. Atsumu excuses himself from the couch, conveniently hiding both his reddening cheeks and the one bodily reaction he’s sure no one can edit properly…

Oh, and as for you, you finally come forward as the photographer behind the amazing shot that helped boost your old classmates’ careers. You did let your employer interview you via podcast format and the transcription copies flew off the shelves. Your photographs were displayed as the editorial for the winter line the year the newer Cartier line was announced to the public. Finally, in the midst of the chaos of your name being synonymous with helping the Miya twins rise to fame, the most classiest photo of you with the boys (decked head to toe in sleek Alexender McQueen suits and Louis Vuitton shoes) is framed and hung up next to the altar for your late uncle in your house.

So, yes, you find yourself in Seoul, walking side by side with a now ash blonde Atsumu, who waits for you to stop updating his brother about the cool sights you saw via text because when you do hit ‘send,’ Atsumu is just about ready to confess a lifetime’s worth of love with a simple kiss—one he’s discovered is worth its weight in diamonds.

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Good morning, Nightrest residents. This is Catherine Graves, reporting live from the Salem Neck Trail with urgent news. As you can see behind me, the trail has now been closed off and according to town officials, it will stay closed to the general public indefinitely, especially since another body has been found this morning. The latest victim is confirmed to belong to Tobias Rivers, commonly known around town as Toby, a paramedic who works at Griggs General. An eyewitness came forward and stated they saw him leaving Deadlights last night, and another stated that they saw him walking his dog around town last night. The dog spotted this morning wandering around town has been confirmed to have belonged to him and the last time Rivers was seen alive was around 9PM last night.

As some of you might recall, we had a previous victim, Tucker Rivers, be stabbed a total of fifty times. It's confirmed that Tucker and Tobias Rivers were brothers and the younger Rivers brother suffered the same fate. However, this time, medical examiners are unsure how many stab wounds in total have been inflicted on the victim, stating that the murder weapon used was likely a serrated knife, and there's a big possibility the knife entered Rivers' body in the same places multiple times. No fingerprints, DNA or signs of the murder weapon were found on the scene. A thing to note was that, as unlikely as it seems, it looks like the face of the younger Rivers brother had been wiped clean. No hint of blood, belonging to him or otherwise, were found on his face, and it seems his body was moved and laid out on the sidewalk, because it was deeper in the trail where most of the blood was found. Law enforcement believe this to be a crime of passion, but still lack any evidence to narrow down their suspect list.

Our hearts go out to the friends and family of the deceased and we encourage everyone to give them privacy during this tough time. If anyone has any information relating to Tobias Rivers, we highly encourage you to come forward and alert law enforcement. This is an ongoing case and we promise to deliver updates as this story develops. Once again, this is Catherine Graves, and this has been Nightrest News. Please, stay safe.

#nightrest:news #plotdrop #plotdrop016

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thefolioarchives · 2 years

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Reading of 2021, part IX

Or the post where I rant about how much I love T. Kingfisher, part I. Hope you're a big a fan as me!

49. The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher

I put down The Hollow Places and immediately downloaded The Twisted Ones. Sometimes you just feel an affinity for an author that's so strong the only thing that's going to "appease" the need for more is… well… more. The Twisted Ones wasn’t as funny as Hollow Places, but my god does it really matter? There are a lot of similarities here as well, which I enjoy. Instead of a benevolent cat, we have a pure-hearted dog that will sniff out God if he's set on the trail. The voice of reason this time around is Foxy, the black lady living in a hippie commune down the street (Foxy is also hilarious and savvy and would "topple governments on Mars" by now if the CIA had given her a chance). The comforting but ultimately distant male presence is performed by the main character's, Melissa's/Mouse's, dad. There's also an evil "stepmom" (in HP I'd argue that Kara's mom filled this role) in the character of Mouse's dead grandmother; a real beast of a woman no one really liked and who was filled with this inherent hatred of everyone and everything. This charming lady is the reason for the plot, who is now deceased and has left behind a real hoarder home, complete with terrifying doll room, that Mouse has been asked to clear out. Eventually, Mouse comes upon her step-grandfather's bedroom (basically the only room in the house not balls to the walls with junk) and also a manuscript! There are things in the woods that her step-grandfather was scared of, that her grandmother somehow warded off against, and Mouse is literally in the middle of nowhere with a mobile phone that's on the fritz because of the latest software update. This is my kind of jam!

I'm in love with the way Kingfisher plays with fairy tale tropes and implements them into her horror narrative and it makes sense considering the fairy tales of old were actually terrifying (I will never not think about how the mermaid from the little mermaid felt like she was walking on knives or how the stepsisters in Cinderella chopped off their toes to fit into the glass slipper). But there are also generous nods to the horror genre itself and I. AM. HERE. FOR. IT. I'm also a big fan of "horror in the woods" and think this might be my new favourite subgenre. Maybe this is what people call folk horror? It's also unputdownable and throughout the book I was filled with a desperate need to find out what happens next. There are twists and turns aplenty, some are more obvious than others, and I can't help but think that Kingfisher laid out some of these so obviously that unsuspecting readers would forget about other things that might hint at certain things… Either way my jaw dropped and then I started grinning. There's nothing like a book surprising you. I think it's also a narrative decision, in order to highlight some of the traits of the main character. Kingfisher writes about complicated people who have experienced grief and are left on rocky shores. But they're inherently good people who will help anyone who asks for it, which can often lead to sticky situations. Remember when Rihanna sang "all of my kindness is taken for weakness?" and I feel that applies here as well. This is sometimes the trouble with being "good". Things get ignored or downplayed and when you finally do get into serious trouble, it can be easy to dismiss it as "They deserved it". But in a world that focuses so often on the bad and the horrible, we should be celebrating these characters, cheering them on and rendering whatever aid we can, regardless of what trouble they find themselves in. If the intention is good, why must we argue with that?

50. Clockwork Boys by T. Kingfisher

I've sort of been saying that I'm dedicating October to horror literature only, but after discovering Kingfisher, I took the plunge into her fantasy series because I'm clearly obsessed with this author! A _true_ band of misfits are sent upon a "suicide mission" across a warring landscape to reach Anuket City in order to discover the secrets behind the two lost expeditions before them, but also to figure out how the enemy's Clockwork Boys work; 10 feet tall machines that double down as siege engines and killing machines. With the Clockwork Boys, the enemy is close to gaining the upper hand in the war and it's crucial that our heroes find anything that will help them repel their foes. There is also a mysterious plague ravaging the small folk, with people collapsing in the streets. These realities are seen through the eyes of Slate, the leader of expeditions, who smell rosemary if something's really important/magic/dangerous happening and is an expert in the world of fraudulence, and the recently de-knighted sir Cadigan, who was sentenced to life imprisonment after murdering a large member of the convent of the Sleeping God, whilst under demonic possession. We also have a sassy assassin and an ignorant young priest who refer to women as "the distaff sex". Again, I'm convinced that Kingfisher writes her books solely for my audience, because… This just has everything I've ever wanted from a fantasy novel, and then some! We have a bit of steampunk, we have a bit of plague narrative, we have some kind of religion I'm dying to know more about, we have an interesting Dowager Queen who's last desperate decision is to employ literal criminals to try to turn the tides of the war. There's a war, but we're not actually in the war if you know what I mean. There is also a bit of romance which I'm partial to because I really LOVE these characters. I just love it so much and I really can't deal with how much I enjoy it. I'm think I'm going to abandon my current reading list and read Kingfisher until I get bored/in need of a change and take it from there.

51. The Wonder Engine by T. Kingfisher

This is the second book in the Clocktaur War duology (but she still has other books set in this universe so calm yourself right down) and our heroes have made it to Anuket City. I've talked about it before in these posts but it bears repeating: I do love a good fictional city. The knowledge that we get about Anuket City is organic and it's not like we're given large infodumps on its history and people. Our heroes are not here for a history lesson, they're here to dismantle the patriarchy Clockwar Boys. And that is honestly fine with me. Things feel more natural this way. Now, I myself might have gone to the nearest tavern to have a chat with some of the locals to get a bit more of a lay of the land, but there is no time for that really, so drips is what you get. That isn't to say the drips aren't delicious, though. There are seedy underbellies, there is the insane and fabulous Artifice Quarter, there is the race of the badger-like Gnoles who are basically treated like vermin, amidst the sense that Anuket City is old and there are a lot of religions here. Not just The Dreaming God. On the page, this is a delicious fantasy heist-romp with added jealousies and romance, circling around themes of trust, friendship and loyalty.

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