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San Juan National Forest, Colorado.

I had the plan, so I headed back up the hill to put it into action. I found my way up to the top of the mountain, though there is no official trail. I continued on to a higher point where things start to get scary. Still, no trouble getting this peak. Then down before any rain and thunder broke out.

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vaya con dios

》 c.s x fem. nun! reader

》 wc: 6.7k

》 plot: a strange visitor takes shelter in your nunnery and challenges your beliefs

》 content: religious guilt, religious themes, first-time, pornographer! san, nun! reader, eventual smut, some angst

Tossing and turning for the nth time that night, you finally found comfort in laying on your side with your hands tucked underneath your pillow. You took a deep breath before shutting your eyes, counting sheep in hopes that it’ll help you fall asleep faster, only for you to reach fifteen before your mind wandered again. 

It was impossible to sleep after the strange day that you had. You had a visitor. No one really visited the Nunnery. You often joked with your sisters that the Nunnery was your own world, a place so hidden inside the natural world that no one could ever find it. That was until he started knocking on your front door. 

Men are not allowed inside the convent. The only time a man would come into your world was when Father Aaron came to visit from time to time, and even then he’d need permission from Mother Reverend to enter her holy space. You couldn’t understand why she agreed to let him stay the night, let alone even grant him access to our quarters— not until she called you into the kitchen and tasked you with bringing him his evening meal. 

“Is he a Priest?” You inquired as you prepared his dinner plate. You heard that Father Aaron was nearing his retirement. Maybe this was his replacement. 

“No.” She answered with finality, not adding anything further. You hated it when she did that. 

“Then who is he? Why is he here? I thought men weren’t allowed in our convent.” 

Mother observed as you placed a few fresh berries into the dessert bowl. She liked to make sure that we weren’t giving others too much or too little. She didn’t like waste. “He isn’t, but I had to make an exception. He’s a traveler and he got lost and stumbled onto our doorstep. With how dark the clouds are and how windy it is outside, I figured it was best for him to rest here for the night before moving on with his journey.” 

“But he’s a man.” You emphasized. “What if he’s dangerous? It just doesn’t feel right, him showing up at our door in the middle of the night. Where was he going anyway?” 

Growing impatient with your constant questioning, Mother set down a heavy glass, the loud thump startling you into silence. “Mind your manners, child! It does not matter if he is a man. God gave him to us to protect, and that is what we’ll do. Now hurry along, he must be starving and it’s almost time for bed.” 

Nodding obediently, you ventured off into the closed-off wing of the Nunnery. The room he was staying in was made for women who were interested in joining the sisterhood and devoting their lives to prayer and servitude. Unfortunately, the Nunnery didn’t get many candidates for the past few years so the rooms remained vacant. 

The halls here felt colder. You didn’t like being in this part of the building. The Nunnery itself was old, and with that, the building creaked and bellowed from time to time, especially in this wing. The noises would scare you, especially at night, but your Sisters assured you months ago that the next few donations would be used to help reconstruct the weaker parts of the building. Maybe there were still some renovations left to do. 

Upon reaching the visitor’s door, you knocked quietly and waited until a voice called for you to enter. You kept your eyes low as you walked in. “Mother asked me to bring you your supper.” You announced quietly, before placing the tray on the side table. 

He was sitting on the bed, looking as if he was waiting for you. Your eyes remained at his feet. He still wore his shoes, which looked expensive and hardly worn. Curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from rising from his feet to his shoulders. His shoulders were wide and broad, the suit jacket he wore ill-fitting as if he grew twice his size overnight and didn’t have time to buy a bigger one. You didn’t dare to look up any further. 

After a beat of silence, you awkwardly paced backward to exit through the door, not wishing to be around the stranger any longer than you needed to. 

“Wait,” he called, softly. 

Your body obeyed before your mind did, and you didn’t move another inch. You waited for him to say something. Perhaps he wanted only tea before bed, or maybe he wanted to ask for some fresh sheets since the room hadn’t been dusted in a while. But he didn’t speak any further after that. Growing ill at ease, you let your gaze drift upwards until you finally met his eyes. 

You didn’t expect him to look the way that he did. He was young, maybe around your age. You had never seen a man without graying hair and deep sunken eyes before. Most of the men that came to the Nunnery, whether it was Father Aaron or his acquaintances, always looked weak, gray, and brittle. The visitor looked fresh and radiant in comparison, with his sculpted cheekbones, neat eyebrows, and freshly trimmed dark hair. He was beautiful. 

And then there was the way that he looked at you. You felt trapped in his peculiar gaze, your cheeks burning up after every second that passed as you two took each other in. His eyes wandered all over you with hunger and curiosity, but upon meeting your wide eyes, his expression quickly softened, his mouth that was once agape with desire now curled up to a friendly and innocent smile. 

“What is your name?” He asked. His voice was soft and pretty. It felt like he was trying to lull you to sleep. 

“You may call me Sister ____.” 

“Sister” He nodded. “Forgive me, I guess I had taken the wrong route and got lost. I’m eternally grateful to you all for offering me shelter in this unpredictable weather. And for this hot meal.” He beamed. “I hope I haven’t caused you any trouble. I understand it’s very late.” 

“No, no trouble at all. We are glad that you are inside and safe instead of out there in the storm.” On queue, a flash of lightning illuminated the walls, and a dull crack of thunder followed shortly. The sounds of crashing thunder and the strangeness of the visitor had you uneasy, and you knew it was best for you to leave the room right away. Mother wouldn’t be too happy to hear that you were lingering in the room alone with him, engaging in mindless conversation at the odd hours of the night. But despite your efforts to bow your head and inch towards the door, the visitor didn’t seem to acknowledge your rush. 

“It’s a shame…” He said faintly. 

“What is?” 

“That you have to hide yourself with all that garb. You’re very pretty.” His eyes lingered over your chest as if he was trying to outline what your figure looked like underneath. Full chest, thick thighs, slender legs, narrow waist, or wide hips, he couldn’t tell, but he liked that he didn’t know. A uniform made to hide the essence of a woman, to protect them from perverted and hungry eyes like his, ended up doing the opposite. 

Sensing your offense, the visitor rushed to apologize before you could utter a remark. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, Sister. I work in entertainment. I go around and meet with decently looking women all the time for photoshoots and whatnot. That’s actually where I was headed now, to meet with a few women about an upcoming fashion magazine shoot. I didn’t mean to be so blunt. I guess nuns and religion and all that stuff…” He peered over to the wall that was decorated with a sole golden cross and then sheepishly looked back at you. “...Make me nervous.” 

Part of you felt he wasn’t telling the truth. You weren’t sure how to take him. There was something off about him, how he shifted from kind and unassuming to something that lacked innocence. You had a feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth.  

Ignoring his strange comments, you quietly bid him goodnight and then rushed off to your room. 

You wished so badly to drift off to sleep and forget about this strange encounter, but the visitor preoccupied your mind. Did he really handpick women for prestigious fashion editorials? Did he mean it when he said you’re pretty? 

No one had ever called you pretty and you honestly didn’t know how to take it. Vanity wasn’t something the sisterhood was concerned with. It was blasphemous for him to speak to you in such a manner anyway, but why did you kind of like it? 

Pretty. You. Pretty. 

Coming from someone who looked like him, it felt like a high honor. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. He’s probably surrounded by beautiful women all the time. And he called you pretty. 

You. Pretty. 

God has a lot to say about those who let their vanity get the best of them, so you decided to brush away those thoughts and say a little prayer. Even as you prayed for forgiveness, you couldn’t help but crack a small smile. 

―

The skies were even more aggravated the next day. You were a little bummed that the trip to the orphanage was canceled due to strict stay-at-home orders, so you spent the rest of the day knitting gloves and hats for the children. 

“Ouch!” You yelped, sucking on your pricked finger. This was the fourth time you pricked yourself tonight. You couldn’t stay focused on your task. Your thoughts were all about him. You had contemplated all day about going over to his room and apologizing for the way you left so abruptly. You didn’t want him to think you were being rude. After all, there’s no harm done with giving compliments, is there? 

You wondered what he was doing right now. He was probably bored all alone in his room. Mother took it upon herself to deliver him his morning and afternoon meals, so you didn’t have a reason to see him. She didn’t seem to want the other Sisters to greet the man. Perhaps your initial apprehensiveness had gotten to her and she changed her mind about you going into his room. What if she knew you were in his room for a while? What if she heard you two talking? The sudden heaviness in your stomach made you set aside your knitting needles. 

Even so, you had a strong urge to see him one more time. Who knows? Maybe the weather will clear up tomorrow and he’ll leave without you getting a chance to say something about that night. It was giving you a headache, how much you thought about him. Was such a brief conversation, yet he lived in your mind like he owned it. You couldn’t forget about those sharp cheekbones, his sweet talking voice, and that almost sinful way that he looked at you. 

The desire to see him again was too hard to ignore, so without hesitation, you sprung up on your feet and headed down to the kitchen to ask Mother Reverend if you could give the visitor his dinner tonight. She was appalled at your sudden initiative, but considering how her knees were bothering her again, she decided it was best if you took the tray up the stairs to his room tonight. 

This time when you knocked on his door, it was silent. You knocked again a little louder this time, figuring maybe he didn’t hear you, but to your dismay, there was no answer. Stumped, you lowered the tray. Why he wasn’t answering? Was he asleep? Why would he fall asleep before dinner? Was he sick? Maybe there was no harm in checking in on him, you told yourself as you twisted the door knob and stepped into the room. 

He wasn’t here. The bed looked unmade and some of his things were tossed around. The room was littered with cameras and film. He said he worked in the entertainment industry, but he didn’t specify that he was a photographer himself. There were various different types of cameras scattered on the table and some by the windowsill. One of them caught your eye― a gorgeous camera with a wooden frame and a brown leather strap attached, sitting on top of a few magazines. Setting the tray down, you walked over to the windowsill where the pretty camera sat. It looked expensive, decorated with a small graving on the side. C.S. Was that his initials? It hit you that you never got his name.

You noticed some camera film sitting next to the stack of magazines where the camera was placed. You knew it wasn’t right to snoop. It was an invasion of privacy, not to mention that God might be looking down at you and shaking his head. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted to learn more about him, and so you let curiosity get the best of you and now you stood there in the visitor’s room with his film roll in hand. Upon unraveling the roll, you were excited to see beautiful women in next season’s haute couture, but instead, you discovered something completely unexpected. 

Suddenly, a voice startled you from behind. “I could get you an advanced copy once it’s printed.” 

You gasped, whipping your body around to face the visitor who had just stumbled into his room to a nosey Nun going through his belongings. Your cheeks flamed up, too embarrassed with yourself to even notice that his hair was dripping wet from his shower. 

“If you’re interested, that is.” He smiled teasingly. It was clear he didn't mind you snooping around, but you still felt ashamed.

“Oh, no, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” In the midst of all the awkwardness, you dropped the roll and it unraveled a few inches until it stopped at the visitor’s feet. He bent down and picked it up, examining his photographs for any scratches or rips as you quivered in place, struggling to find the right words. 

“I’m sorry. Are they ruined?” You asked finally. 

“They’re okay.” He assured. There was a slight glow on his brow bone and cheeks from the hot shower. The white button-up he wore stuck to his chest, revealing some of his honey skin through its sheer and damp fabric. He noticed you staring. You quickly looked away. 

“The women in those pictures…are they-”

“Naked? Yes.” 

He spoke as if he had no shame about it. To him, it was as normal as taking photos of a rainbow or a wild deer. You wondered what Mother would think if she found out the man she let sleep in her holy Nunnery took nude photos of women for a pornography magazine. It would give her a heart attack, for sure. 

This was hard to take in. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt disappointed. How could someone like him take part in such filthy hobbies? And those women? How could they degrade and humiliate themselves like this? You couldn’t help but pity them, those poor things losing their way and succumbing to promiscuity. 

The visitor sensed your disapproval. It wasn’t a surprise, given the circumstances. Still, he felt the need to defend himself. 

“I understand you have your beliefs. But I have my own too. You may think it’s ungodly and lustful, but to me, it’s freeing, it’s human…it’s female emancipation.” 

“Female emancipation?” You said in disbelief. How are pictures of women with their legs spread open a symbol of female emancipation? Was he mad? From what you saw, it was all sinful desire catered for and by men. 

He stepped over to your side of the room, carefully returning the film roll to its case. “Have you ever touched yourself?” 

“What?” You held onto the cross that lay on your chest, dumbfounded that he would even think to ask you such a question so bluntly. 

He chuckled, “I respect all religions Sister, but there are some parts in the good book that I don’t really agree with.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, what’s the harm in pleasuring ourselves? If we see a beautiful woman or man, why should we feel ashamed for having certain thoughts about them? Humans are sexual beings, why should we feel shame if we are only feeling human emotions and desires? It’s like your God is asking us to not be human, to be something else, and that’s impossible. Isn't this how he created us? That’s why these photos represent freedom. They rip off the chains of sexual repression and free us into our natural state. The women I work with love what they do. They get to let go and embrace their femininity, something your God keeps forcing you to hide.” 

He was closer to you now. You could feel his hot breath hitting your forehead. He was riled up now, finally getting all that religious guilt that he’d been holding in for years off of his chest. You stood frozen in place, mouth open but unable to form a reply. He dipped his head down, lips almost brushing against your ear. “Why do we have to feel bad about feeling good, Sister? Do you mean to tell me you never had fantasies? You never wanted to feel another man’s touch so badly that it made you go crazy?”

He had you cornered now. Your breathing got shakier as his eyes locked into yours. He continued. “You’ve had thoughts, haven’t you? Of course, you have. And your God made you feel like there was something wrong with you like you did something unforgivable. Well, that’s just not right. Live so long feeling ashamed, you’re gonna snap.” 

That was about all you could take before you pushed him away and took off. Now lying in your bed, you struggled for the second night in a row to go to sleep because your mind was still torturing you with thoughts of the visitor. 

His words replayed in your head over and over again. You knew he was wrong. Or maybe, you wanted to believe that he was. You understood his sentiment, but there were some flaws in his beliefs. Shame can be dangerous, yes, but it’s the only thing stopping humans from committing sin. God teaches us restraint, and what he’s doing is completely sacrilegious, running around like a wild animal and giving in to temptations in the name of free will. You wanted to go back, to tell him he was wrong, to alert Mother Reverend of the pornographer currently residing in our quarters so he could be kicked out, but you remained in bed. You prayed tomorrow would be a bright and sunny day so that he may leave and you will never be disturbed by him again. 

The clock struck 2, and you turned on your side, still too restless to fall asleep. You remembered the photos that were in your hands. They were so intimate, so close to her body. There was one shot that you couldn’t stop thinking about. She lay topless on a messy and unmade bed, a coy and inviting smile playing on her lips as she held onto her breasts. From the angle, it looked like the photo was taken from on top of her. Your mind raced with images of the visitor straddling over her naked body, hiding his head behind the lenses while she let go of her breasts and unbuckles his pants, never failing to continue smiling for the camera. 

The woman looked so happy in the photos, almost as if she felt comfortable around him. What was he like with them? What did he say to get them to put their guard down? Did he touch them after? 

Your stomach is crushed with guilt. You shouldn’t be having such lewd thoughts about an ungodly man like this. But why couldn’t you stop? Maybe this is what he meant when he said it was unfair for God to make us feel shame for thinking these things. It’s inevitable. You see it now. 

With your will weakened, your mind replayed the moment he cornered you into the wall. The wall felt so cold against your back, but being so close to him made your cheeks scorn. He smelled like fresh pinewood soap. His cheeks were still rosy from the hot shower, and his white shirt was damp and almost translucent. The water from the tips of his strands dripped onto your shoes. 

Have you ever touched yourself? 

You couldn’t answer him then, but no, you haven’t. You were taught that it was wrong to feel such curiosity about your own body. It was a sin. It’s a sin, you tell yourself as your hands slip into your nightdress. This is wrong, you remind yourself as you start kneading your bare breast, just as the woman in the photos did. Your fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, the new sensation making you gasp and moan like a wild animal. Out of fear of being heard, you placed a hand over your mouth to mask your sounds. Suddenly, you felt something pooling between your legs. You pressed them shut, feeling a desperate desire for something you’ve never had before. God, what has he done to you? 

You were at his door again. Your conscience was screaming at you to go back to your room, to kneel in front of your bed and beg for forgiveness, but you didn’t listen. You were too far gone now. It was a type of craving that you knew wouldn’t go away until you satisfied it. You knocked quietly so as not to wake the others, but loud enough so that he could hear inside. It felt like torture waiting for him to open the door, but once he did, you were met with relief.

He furrowed his brows and whispered, “What are you doing here?” 

“I want you to take pictures of me.” 

He was stunned by your peculiar request, but even more so at your newfound boldness. “Are you serious? Do you know what you're asking me, Sister?” 

He watched you as you freed your hair from its bun, letting your wavy ends hit your shoulders. He studied each wave, his eyes wide like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see. “I know exactly what I’m asking,” You answered. “Now, can I come in?” 

―

You watched him from your spot on the bed as he configured with his camera. His hair was tousled, which you seemed to prefer over his neatly jelled-back hair. His shirt was unbuttoned now, exposing his well-defined chest. His skin looked so soft. You wondered what it would feel like against your fingertips. You prayed he would hurry before you changed your mind. 

“Okay. Are you ready?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Yes.” 

He took a step forward and met you at the end of the bed. “Lay down.” 

Your body sunk back into the mattress. He rested one of his knees on the bed, eyes scanning over your body. You felt hot under his gaze. 

“Can you unbutton that gown for me, Sister?” 

Slowly, you unbuttoned the rest of your gown, exposing to him your bare breasts. He licked his lips, your red and swollen peaks making him weak to the knees. “They’re so swollen…” He cooed, “Were you playing with them earlier?” 

You nodded again, a little embarrassed that he could tell what you were up to in your room just moments before. 

He smiled approvingly. “Play with them again for me.” 

You did as instructed and twisted the sore nubs between your fingers. They were so sensitive and hard now that even the lightest touch made you moan. The look of pleasure on your face was delicious, and he immediately raised his camera lens to snap this moment. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said between clicks, “the most beautiful one I’ve had.” 

You liked it when he called you pretty. It made you feel so special to have his eyes on you, to be the center of his fixation, to be his muse. You wanted to show him that you could be like the other girls, but better and even more obedient. He was your God now and you wanted to be a worthy disciple. 

Once he was satisfied with his shots, he lowered the camera. “Can I see the rest of you?” 

You didn’t hesitate to remove your panties and toss them on the floor, but upon realizing his watchful gaze and the intimidating black abyss of the camera lens, you froze up and pressed your thighs shut. You were upset and embarrassed with yourself for not being able to go through with it and follow his directions, but he was more than understanding. He knew that face, he had seen it dozens of times. 

“It’s okay.” He said softly. It all felt like a dream. His voice was soothing like a lullaby, and his warm and skilled hands that were rubbing your thighs made you disarm and ease back into the bed, letting him guide them apart to reveal your glistening cunt. 

He let out a low whine. “Fuck, that’s the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” 

That sound alone made your lower half feel heavy. You wanted to hear him make that sound again. You’d do anything to hear him make that sound again. He leaned back with his knee still resting on the bed and held up his camera, pointing its lens at your slick center. “Spread them.” 

Obediently, you pulled apart your lips with two fingers for him, your slick juices already gushing down as you did. He sighed deeply, a pained expression overwhelming his face. “So tiny,” he breathed after the camera shuttered. He had never seen anything like you before. So virtuous and delicate, yet so sinful and corrupt. You gave him so much, yet he wanted to see more of you. 

“Think you can take those pretty little fingers for me?” 

It took you a minute to understand what he meant. You were inexperienced regarding things like this, but you wanted to learn. You wanted him to teach you everything. 

“I don’t know how…” You mumbled. 

A devilish smile crept onto his face and darkened his features. “How cute,” he chuckled, amused by the holy and virtuous nun who had no idea how to make herself feel good. “Come here, I’ll show you.” 

He sets aside the camera and pulls you closer to him by your hips. Your heart fluttered at the motion, and you chewed back a whimper as he held your thighs down. He scanned your core with all his attention, examining your small hole that pulsated as you breathed in and out. “You really never touched yourself before?” 

You bit one of your fingernails and shook your head no. 

“Oh Sister, you’re really missing out.” 

Taking your hand, he guided them to your core and adjusted your fingers around your throbbing clit. It felt so foreign to you, so wet and sticky, you almost didn’t believe that this was a part of your body that you were touching. He went on to press a thumb into your inner thigh. “Rub it like this,” he said, massaging small circles into your soft skin. “Nice and gentle for me.” 

You shyly followed his directions and gently massaged over your clit. It startled you how sensitive you were to your own touch. It felt so hot as if hell’s fire was creeping over your body, but you loved it. You loved the new sensations, how filthy and impure it all was, and even more, you loved how he watched you so intently. Eyes glued to your shameless center, completely forgetting the camera he was holding and the task at hand. He knew now, that this was for him, and not for the camera. 

He had been photographing for years now and learned to hold off temptations until the end of the session, but he was struggling this time, with his cock heavy and aching to be inside of you. He found it charming just how inexperienced you were with your own fingers, and how your sloppy and awkward ministrations still made your body twitch. And those pretty pretty moans, he had never heard anything like it. So angelic, so enchanting, he almost believed you were a siren hiding behind rosaries and veils. 

Mustering up his last bit of strength, he swung his other knee over you and buckled his hips on top of you, lifting his camera up one last time. “Make yourself cum.” He demanded in between camera flashes. He absentmindedly rutted his hips against you, the weight of his heavy and clothed cock resting over your slick pussy as you played with your clit for him. His pants seemed tighter now, with the outline of his full and swollen balls peeking through. With his hard cock so close to you like this, you lost your focus and eventually, that high you worked so hard to reach went lost on you. Now feeling numb, you sighed in both exhaustion and disappointment. 

“Oh, what’s wrong Sister?” He said in a playful tone, “Too scared of the lord’s wrath to let yourself cum?” 

His chuckle dropped once he felt your hand rubbing against his crotch, your eyes so wide and innocent while shamelessly asking for a lick. “Please,” you begged, “need help.” 

God, he cursed to himself. Did you even know what you were asking him? Or were you just too needy, too far gone even to understand what you were doing? Even so, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, if not more. He never had someone like you before. Someone so pious, so clueless, so pure. The girls he had been with were run through, and most of them had their tricks, but you were just an amateur. Not too long ago you were standing here with your hand on your chest, shocked by the nature of his pornographic career. Fuck, you didn’t even know how to play with yourself, and now you're tracing your fingertips on his zipper fly, begging for him to help you cum? 

For the first time in his career, his moral consciousness rang in. What was he doing? As tempting as it sounded, was he really going to defile a God-fearing Nun? 

He cupped your jaw, tracing his thumb across your soft cheek. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first time another person had touched you so lovingly. You leaned into the touch, reintroducing yourself to the warmth and fuzziness of his pinewood soap. “Are you sure about this, Sister?” 

He searched in your eyes for any signs of hesitation, but all he could see was lust. It was evident that you weren’t so God-fearing anymore. Maybe his words got you, he thought. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

“Yes. I want you to show me everything.” 

―

You watched nervously as he traced his tongue along your slit. His tongue felt so warm and wet, and you could see a few strings of his saliva connecting with your slick each time he lapped against your cunt. Both of your hands were pressed against your mouth to prevent any sound from slipping out, but it was so difficult not to moan and whine while he ate you out to his heart’s content. You had never felt anything like this before. It drove you mad how much of a twitching mess you were while he laid so carefree between your legs, lazily licking and sucking at your clit, oblivious to the heat that was rushing around in your lower belly. At one point, he focused his tongue directly on your clit, and the pressure from his wet muscle alone was enough for you to lose your guard and let a low broken whine escape your lips. 

He was so attentive to every reaction your body gave him. He knew you were about to cum even before you did. He held onto your thighs as your hips bucked up and down, letting you make a mess on his mouth and face. When you were done, he held your hips down and feathered a few kisses onto your cunt until you grabbed onto his hair and pushed him away. 

He had made you cum a few times like this. Each orgasm was even more intense than the one before. As exhausted as your body was becoming, your craving for him didn’t stop. It only grew stronger. 

It had been hours now. He moved so slowly, savoring each and every part of your body, making you cum from his mouth, his fingers, and even just by sucking your nipples alone. The other Sisters would be shocked to see you in your current state, your naked body soaked in cum and sweat, hips moving with a mind of its own. You were filthy but you didn’t want to stop, because if you stopped you would have to deal with the guilt and turmoil of your actions, and you didn’t want to do either. You just wanted to keep going, keep having him use you and use you until you broke. And that feeling― that momentary bliss you felt each time you reached your orgasm was unlike anything you ever felt before, and you were hooked, unable to stop, only interested in feeling like that one more time until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You were starting to feel feverish and weak, going in and out of consciousness until you felt his warm and heavy cock resting over your stomach. 

You peered down your body, gasping at the sheer length of his cock. The tip was so red and wet, already leaking precum and dripping onto your stomach. 

“What are you doing?” 

He took your hand and guided it to your lower stomach. “You said you wanted me to show you everything. You still want that right?” 

He helped you wrap your hands around his cock. It felt even bigger in your hand, your fingers just barely making it around his girth. You pumped him gently, using his precum to help you move up and down. He took that as a yes. 

You could hear his breathing go shaky each time you pumped him. “It feels so hard” you whined. Was he going to put this inside of you? How would it even fit? Would it hurt? 

“You make me this way.” He sighed as he watched you handle his cock. Fuck, you looked so cute the way you held him with both hands, trying your best to learn in what tempo he liked it. He leaned over, his large body completely covering yours, face just millimeters away. You gasped at the feeling of his hot tip rubbing at your entrance. “It’s San, by the way.” 

“I’m sorry?” You paused.

“My name. It’s San.” 

San. It suited him. You were about to tell him that his name was pretty, but he had taken the words right out of your mouth. A pressure pushed into you, forcing your eyes to well up in tears and words to clog in your throat. 

“San!” You yelped, hands gripping onto his wide shoulders. San leaned in close, leaving gentle kisses on your cheeks, his lips wet with your salty tears. “You’re so beautiful,” He spoke into your skin as he rolled his hips into you. “You feel so good.” You took him so well, your wet walls grasping onto him so tight that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last as long as he usually does. 

With each thrust, you sang his name as if it was the only word you knew how to say. His cock hit you so deep now, stretching you out to your limit, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. You held him tighter and let him find your lips. You both moved with so much passion and hunger as if it was your last night on Earth together. He was all you knew and wanted to know. You didn’t wish for it to end. 

You felt a blooming in your stomach and figured San did as well. Your legs wrapped around him tight as you finally let go. Goosebumps prickled all over your body as San pulled out from you, his warm seed dripping onto your stomach. It felt like he marked you, that he had declared you as his for all eternity. You rubbed the sticky white liquid around your stomach, finally grasping at the realization of what you two had done and what it meant. San could sense your alarm and immediately reunited with your lips. He didn’t want you to regret this. He wanted you to look back at this moment and remember him fondly.  

The exhaustion weighed in and you drifted off to sleep as he kissed you. When morning came, you were disheartened to see rays of sunshine peeking through the window blinds. San was sitting at the edge of the bed, slipping into his socks. He was wearing the same ill-fitting suit jacket he first came in with that night. 

San noticed you stirring around in bed. He looked back and greeted you with a soft smile. 

“You’re awake.” 

You sat up too quickly and flinched at the sudden pain at your core. 

“Easy,” he said as he placed a reassuring hand on your leg. 

“You’re leaving already?” You asked, quickly forgetting about the pain.

San pursed his lips. It killed him to leave you after the night you two had, but he had his duties to attend to. And so did you. 

He took your hand into his. “Listen, Sister, I don’t know if you still feel the same about last night, but for me…that was incredible. But we both know I can’t stay.” 

It was the truth, but the truth hurt like a ton of bricks. Stupid girl, what did you think was going to happen? You broke your vows, and your loyalty to the church, and gave up the one thing you can never take back. You were ruined now, but you still didn’t know how to move forward. Did this mean you didn’t want to be in the convent anymore? Or did you want to stay and act as if you didn’t give in to temptations last night? Would you grab all of your things and run away with him and never look back? Or would you remain and pity yourself for the rest of your life for what you did? It was all unclear, and San knew that. You still had things to think through. 

“I know,” You said in a small voice. He couldn’t stay. And you couldn’t ask him to. 

“I’ll never stop thinking of you.” 

He was looking at you with doting eyes. You traced your thumb on the back of his hand. 

“Will I ever see you again?” You had to see him again. You couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing his beautiful face and feeling his soft hands on your skin. 

He let go of your hand and fished for something in his pocket. “Here,” He said, handing you a business card. “It’s my office in the city. If you ever change your mind…I’ll be there.” 

And with that, he pressed one last kiss on your forehead and took off. You lay there for most of the early morning, fiddling with the business card in your hand, grazing your fingers over the black raised ink. Choi San. Adult Film Photographer. 

It was pathetic to admit, but you think you loved him. And it killed you. You were only supposed to have the Lord in your heart, but it seemed you had given it away to a sinner. In such a short visit, he had made you feel things you had never felt before. You had never felt such strong emotions in the convent. The feeling of being desired, of being held, of being loved― it felt real. Tangible. Promising. Exhilarating. Feelings you were promised for years you’d feel each time you prayed, you felt all at once in one night with San. You almost believed that the Lord had robbed you of such pleasures. 

But then again, the convent was the only family you knew. They took you in, cared for you, and all you had to do in return was let the Lord into your heart. Serve him, alongside your Sisters, and blessings will come your way. 

Your feelings about the church were unclear, but one thing was for certain. In this lifetime or the next, you will see him again. 

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a/n: I have been writing this since March. It's inspired by the 1800s painting "The Sin," and Kali Uchis's Vaya Con Dios. Please don't ask me for a part 2.

#ateez smut #san smut #choi san smut #san x reader #choi san x reader

[aloysiavirgata]

M&S revival, Canoe camping clouds

The sky is a swirl of orange and purple, like the orchids and trumpet vines that harrowing long-ago night in the Apalachicola Forest. The air has the same cloying honeysuckle-and-jasmine lushness. The same sparking, ball-lightning kinetic energy.

She wonders, as she always does, what would have happened if she’d called his bluff and gotten naked. Maybe it wouldn’t have all been such a gigantic goddamned deal. Maybe they’d have a teenaged boy at home throwing a cheap beer kind of party while they have this little getaway. Maybe there would have been no Antarctica and no funeral and no tender, leaking breasts. Maybe her mother would still call every Sunday.

She likes to worry this little ache from time to time, like a sore tooth, to see if it still hurts. It always, comfortingly, does. She is still alive. She is still human. Hurting feels so much like life.

Mulder’s got his hot-professor glasses on, pointing up at a vast, fuchsia cloud. “Nessie,” he says, with a kind of smug authority. He throws another lump of moldy bread towards the evil goose by their canoe. It honks in triumph; pecks and honks.

“I can’t believe I’m negotiating with terrorists,” he laments.

Scully glares at the goose as it pecks and nibbles. She scrunches her nose. “Vibrio cholerae,” she says. “Sans flagella.”

Mulder groans. “You’re so predictable.”

Scully sniffs, prim. “I’ve been called worse by better.”

“Oh? Waterston call you his hot little blue-stocking in the sack, Dana?” He feeds the goose again.

She’d never been called worse by better. There is no better. She knows that now, high-breasted and narrow-waisted at 52. She knows that now, with Mulder and his obnoxious body beside her. She knows that now, with with her sterile, clipped little bob.

“Mmm,” she says, non-committal. The sun dies a bit more.

Mulder, in his strange omniscience, smiles. “Sell your house and marry me,” he says. Then, “Batman holding a pepper shaker.”

Behind them, the tent rustles in the sweet winds of late June. The clouds drift like drowsy sheep. Night comes down.

“Batman holding a pepper shaker,” Scully murmurs.

She reaches for his hand as the gloaming comes, as the stars shine and shine and shine.

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr #prompt #my fic #inbox #revival

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I really loved the werewolf! sanford you wrote! I was wondering if you could do a follow up where someone on the team accidentally turns the reader? (maybe Hank or Sanford himself)

It's another werewolf! All dressed up in sheep's wool, and changing when the moons full. Can you show me the way?

Werewolf!Sanford x Demigirl!Reader P2

CW: Reader gets hurt, whole team gets hurt, descriptions of gore, vomit and body horror.

[Part 1] - will link later lol

Deimos had the zoomies, sprinting back and forth from your bedroom to the front door, his toes tip tapping with impatience and excitement. It'd been a couple months since you started going on hunts with the boys, always on Sanford's broad back, the night air fresh in your lungs, hair blown by the wind.

The boys felt safe enough to transform inside the base with you around, seeing as you could open the door to let them out. "I'm coming, hold your horses Dei." You chuckled as he ran up again, whining softly with puppy eyes, ears drawn back.

Something softly headbutted your back, and you turned to see Doc, who strolled passed and sat by the door. Hurry up. He was patient, yes, but even he was starting to get bored of waiting.

There was a scuffling noise in the kitchen, and you wandered over to see Hank with their head inside the bin, rummaging around for some leftovers. He turned to look at you, a chicken leg bone in his mouth. Yesterday's scraps, tonight's lunch.

Sanford padded out of your room, yawning widely, chuffing softly as he nuzzled his cold nose into your hand. "You ready Fordie?" He licked your palm, and you headed to the door, both wolves trailing behind.

Dei yipped in excitement, his feet tapping away still. He was the quickest of the pack, always sprinting around while outside, a supercharged battery burning off its excess energy.

Opening the door, the four wolves exited first, Deimos running off ahead, Doc walking behind, clearly intent on waiting until the door was secure as usual. Hank was still gnawing away at their treat, enjoying the marrow seeping out at they cracked and splintered the old bone. Sanford took a few paces outside, before laying down so you could climb on his back.

You pet Doc's head, setting the lock on the door before hopping into Sanford's back. "Alright furry boys, let's ride!"

Hank took off after Deimos, being easily swallowed by the night as the full moon was obscured by heavy clouds. Doc and Sanford followed, keeping pace with each other. It was routine, Deimos and Hank would run off up front, San and Doc taking up the rear, though rarely did they stray too far from each other.

The strength of a wolf is his pack, and the strength of a pack is the wolf. You could feel Sanford's heart beating against your thigh, his chest heaving as he ran along, his heavy paws thudding along, coughing up earth with his claws.

Up ahead, Deimos and Hank were atop a cliff, the smaller wolf looking skyward, awaiting for the very brief window when the moon would be visible. The three of you caught up, and you got off Sanford's back, the wolves grouping together to call a hunt.

A slither of silver shone in the sky, and Doc threw back his head, letting out a mournful howl, which was joined in a chorus by the rest. Butterflies filled your stomach, and you couldn't resist, howling with them too. And the moon vanished, hiding herself away for this night.

Hank threw you a questioning look, before marching down the cliff side, uninterested in you. Doc approached, nudging you with his head before turning to follow Hank. Deimos was wagging his tail, giving a soft awoo and giving a playful bow. Like Doc, he rubbed against you before waiting at the cliff.

San came up last, rubbing his face affectionately against you, rubbing his scent all over you. He'd asked you to be his partner recently, and you agreed excitedly. He'd given you a whole new happier life, of course you'd want to share it with him.

He bowed again, letting you climb atop, getting a good grip of his neck fur as you leaned into him, the cliff was pretty steep, staying low was the best way to keep safe and on top of your ride.

Together Dei and San raced, kicking up rocks in their wake, excitement flooding your veins. You weren't super into the killing, but the pack activities really helped bond you with the boys, they offered you more physical affection. Deimos was always trying to snuggle with you and Sanford, Doc would touch your hair softly as he passed by, Hank would... sometimes offer you a thumbs up.

Despite not being a wolf, you fit perfectly into the pack, as a pack mate, and as Sanford's girlfriend. Once again you hopped off his back, ahead of you stood a band of vampires. Stepping back, you tightly gripped the silver crucifix Doc had given you, the bottom of it had been sharpened like a knife, a powerful weapon for banishing supernatural beasts of all shapes and sizes.

"Fuck 'em up boys." At your command, the wolves lunged forward, the turf war underway. The wolves, all being skilled fighters in normal life, had the upper hand, and with their blood being corrosive to vampire's innards, it was sure to be a massacre.

Coloured blood painted the streets, neon leaking on every surface. Even the werewolves' badass bitch managed to take down one or two, Doc's gift proving to be incredibly useful.

Blood splashed into Hank's eyes, they were temporaily blinded, and with no arms to wipe the blood away, they latched onto the nearest thing that wasn't a wolf and smelled of vampires.

You screamed as his teeth dug in, and instantly he let go, realising his mistake. Deimos ripped the intestines of the last vamp standing, while Doc spun on his paws, noticing you crumple to the ground, clinging to your mauled arm.

"Hank you bastard!" Sanford snarled, lunging at him, the two sending fur and blood flying as they fought, San in pure rage, and Hank in self defence.

Doc raced over, Deimos following behind, both scared. "What happened?" Dei looked to Doc, eyes stricken with terror. "Vampire?"

"It was Hank. Sanford and I saw it." Doc nuzzled his face against you, licking your wound, but the pain didn't subside as it had with Sanford all those months back, it felt like acid was pouring into your skin.

"IT BURNS!" You dropped your weapon, Doc smelled burnt flesh and he nudged your hand, the silver having left a scald. The pain was overwhelming, you'd even missed out on the fact you could understand the wolves words now.

"SANFORD! STOP! She's going to turn!" Doc barked out, and a bloodied up Sanford tossed Hank aside before laying next to you, Hank had gotten a good few bites and scratches into his already wounded body.

"You.. I'm sorry, I didn't protect you princess." His golden eyes filled with hurt and pain, pain of being unable to protect his partner, his woman.

Agony filled your body, bones creaking and starting to reshape, nails splitting into claws, blood and teeth flooded out your mouth, old human ones forced out as new wolf ones formed in, round, sharp, capable of splitting flesh from bone.

There were no words to describe the hell your fragile body was going through, spine cracking and extending, legs bending unnaturally to take on new form. Blood, snot and tears flooded from your face, and it tore Sanford up, because there was nothing any of them could do to ease the suffering.

"They're going to be okay, right?" Deimos sounded panicked.

"Of course they are. She's always had a wolf's strength. Only now they've got the body to go along with the spirit." Doc put his tail around Dei's back, and Dei leaned into his father figure, whining softly.

Your body felt like it was on fire, a mixture of blood and puke rolled out of your mouth, your claws scraping up the concrete road. Bright wolf eyes opened, scanning the rest of her pack, seeing them in a whole new perspective.

"I know it hurts." Sanford placed his muzzle over yours, body twitching and settling into its new self. "The first few always do. But your body will get used to it. And they will never be as painful as the first one, that's when the worst changes happen. We've all been through it princess."

You rested your face into San's thick neck fur, his once off putting dog smell now appealing. "D-does.. t-this me--mean I get to bite the n-next one who joins u-us?" The joke fell flat, but Sanford licked your muzzle.

Hank took a step forward, and Sanford snarled at him, ready to attack if he advanced again. "I.. I'm sorry. It was an accident. Blood in my eyes. Instinct to bite."

"You are banished from the pack tonight. You will spend the night alone, and as many moons as it takes for her to forgive you." Doc commanded, his teeth bared. "Is that clear?"

"No." You eyed Doc, who's ears went backwards.

"I'm sorry?"

"Hank will not be punished like that. While I don't forgive them for what they've done to me, I will not deprive them of one of the only comforts they know." Your grey fur bristled.

"Are you sure?" Sanford mumbled lowly, never taking his eyes off Hank.

"Yes. You taught me the way of the wolf, and depriving them of that is cruel. But make no mistake, you are not to touch me, in any shape or form, my body is not yours to lay a claw or fang on again. You will have to do a lot to earn forgiveness, but if you try, perhaps you will."

Taking the lead, you turned and began heading towards home, each step painful as bones and muscles had to adjust to their new positions and lengths, black tipped tail hanging limp. Sanford followed, Dei behind him, Doc next, and Hank bringing up the rear.

"You are lucky," Doc growled. "that they are so kind. Even now, she has pared you from isolation, after what you've done."

"I know." Hank's tail was slightly between their legs.

Doc stopped in his tracks, letting the three of you get a lead, just enough to be out of earshot. "Besides, you owe Sanford an apology too."

"How so?"

"He wanted to change them himself." Doc gave a wolfy chuckle before plodding onwards, leaving Hank to ponder a moment. They would let their packmates nurse each others wounds, allowing their own to scab over without help, a self inflected punishment.

They trudged along, a space next to Doc was calling his name in the den bed. A space that was furthest from Sanford and his mate.

#hank #deimos #sanford #2bdamned #madcom #madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #madness combat reader insert #sanford x reader #cw gore #x gon deliver to ya #queue'd

[idyllcy]

Komaeda's moving castle

Word count: 10.0k

Summary: "I finally found you, dove."

The clouds of Kingsbury flutter through the air, spinning and weaving the blue sky. The greens of the hill sparkle under the sun. A shepherd herds their sheep, waving at the moving machinery. A young male in the window waves back with a smile. The shepherd swoons as a result. This is how the outskirts of Kingsbury are, and it's how they will remain. The peaceful pasture, animals roaming, and the endless skyline.

The loud whistle of the morning train pulls you from bed. It's another work day. The mess of fabric sits on the table, and you grab a basket to head downstairs. The other women are in their respective rooms, threading away at the cloth. If you're not mistaken, the wizard would be picking up his cloak today. You have to make sure that everything is in place. It wouldn't be good to give a wizard a cloak that isn't the best quality. The madame said that, not you.

The bell at the door jingles as you step into the shop.

"Good morning Y/n, love!" The other maiden looks up from making last-minute adjustments to you.

"Good morning," You smile back at the girl. "How has work been?"

"Slow, but it's progressing," She hums. "Will you be closing again?"

"Yes," You smile. "What time is the wizard coming in?"

"Y/n, darling!!" Shirogane rushes over, pens in her hair and glasses around her neck. "Could you serve the customer? He's here, and we need to hurry up to finish adjustments. His castle is moving this week."

"W-Wait, Komaeda? I thought it was a wizard from the royal academy!" You panic as she pushes you. "He ate Victoria's heart last week, no?"

"He is!" She mumbles. "Top of his class. Be careful, I heard he likes pretty people and hates the ugly."

"What?!" You're promptly pushed to the front of the shop, and you sigh. You pat down the excess strands from your legs and glance at the wizard. "Sorry for the wait. Shirogane-san needed to make a couple of last minute adjustments."

"I don't mind," He smiles, charmingly so.

You understand why Victoria would fall for him. He is pretty. With stunning white lashes and charismatic pale eyes, he's surely a looker. His auburn hair glows almost angelically under the setting sun, and the rings on his fingers must feel cool under the heat of the July sun. The pendant around his neck is pretty too. The silver suits him. You wonder who he holds dear to his chest despite playing so many people. Maybe he didn't hold anyone dear. Who knows.

"Do you work here?" He glances at you. "Oh, no you don't need to worry for trash like me-"

"Yes," You hum, handing him a cup of tea. "I work here. You're Komaeda, the wizard with the moving castle."

"Yes," He smiles. "You're gorgeous, by the way. What's your name?"

You smile at him. "A fae?"

"No," He smiles. "There is no way. I am but a magician."

"Y/n," You hum, hearing the other girl rush to the front with the jacket.

"It's finished," She smiles. "Sorry for the wait, Komaeda-san."

"No worries," He smiles. "May I try it on?"

The girl hands it to you, and you help Komaeda into the jacket. A mirror is pulled in front of him, and he spins, checking how it fits him. He looks good in it. As much as you don't want to fall for him, his face and charm make it hard enough.

Komaeda notices you glancing at him, and he winks at you. "Like the view?"

"Kind of," You pause. "I like the coat better, though."

Komaeda pouts. "You don't like me?"

"We literally just met," You deadpan. Grabbing him by the shoulders, you spin Komaeda in the mirror, checking for any frayed edges or issues. "I have no need to fall in love with a stranger."

"Well, I do," Komaeda smiles. "So, how about dinner?"

You hold back the urge to punch this man to next week. "My apologies. I have work."

Komaeda watches you head back.

"Hey... do you have her house number?"

"That's creepy."

The setting sun of Kingsbury is hot. It's red with melancholy, orange with the fires of hell. Kingsbury is just another town, but when the sun sets at night, the sky opens its gates to let the hail or bombs destroy it. War is inevitable just as the human race was beyond saving. It's something you realize early on when serving customers. Some people care more for their own than for the safety and health of others.

"I'm going off for the night!" Shirogane calls from the door. "Be sure to lock up!"

"Got it!" You call back.

If the setting sun was red with melancholy, then the night of Kingsbury was terrifying. Creatures and critters are scattered at every corner around magicians. The guards, drunk beyond comprehension, ran through the alleyways to find a night. If you were less attractive, perhaps you'd be let off. You're not, unfortunately. You really pray you could somehow get out of this situation.

"A pretty deer!" One guard slurs.

"A lovely doe-eyed darling!" The other agrees.

You purse your lips. "Kind gentlemen, may I pass?"

"How about we take you for a drink?" One tries sliding his arms down your shoulder, and you brush it off.

"No thank you." You smile forcibly. "May I pass?"

"This one bites!"

"I'd say they're more like a cat!!"

You sigh, tilting your head to the side, getting ready to punch one of them.

"Ah, I finally found you, dove," A voice emerges from behind you, and you recognize the sleeve of the jacket. "What are you doing, taking such a creepy alleyway at night?"

"I got lost," You smile. "It's also a quicker way home."

"How about the two of you," Komaeda eyes them, snapping his fingers. "Do your job to actually protect the people?"

The two guards march off behind the two of you, and Komaeda hums. "My apologies, but you're going to have to continue walking with me. You see, dove, I'm being followed."

You follow along, the blotches of darkness slipping out behind him. They come in the form of gentlemen, little hats to cover their heads. You wonder if that was the work of the witch. There had been a rumor that they were exes.

The creatures cage in the two of you from every direction, and Komaeda smiles calmly as you start growing restless.

"Ready?" Komaeda wraps an arm around your waist, and he lifts the two of you into the air. The streets are empty as he continues walking in the air. You lift your legs, scared to fall.

"Let your feet down and continue walking as normal," Komaeda smiles reassuringly, and you listen. The streets are empty at night other than the oil lamps. You take the chance to stare out at the horizon. It's dark from the clouds of smog, yet the stars still shine brightly over your head. It's pretty. The stars are pretty.

Komaeda notices the way you aren't paying attention to him, and he pauses to stare up, making sure the two of you don't fall. The view renders him breathless. The stars are scattered across the sky, the moon shining seemingly brighter. Komaeda exhales, admiring the moon in all her beauty. She's gorgeous; he's breathless from her beauty. The moon looked so peaceful, up in the air, protecting the town from the sky ripping open.

You glance at Komaeda pause in his steps, and you stare down. It's high up in the air.

"My apologies," Komaeda smiles at you, tilting your head with his hand. "Don't look down, dove. Will a dance make you feel better?"

"A dance?"

Komaeda's arm around your waist spins you, his hand holding yours. Komaeda guides you in the sky, swaying you left and right, spinning you to where you needed to be. You feel like the lead in a fairytale dancing with their prince charming. Yet, this prince charming was a wanted man of the government, and you were but a simple tailor who worked night shifts.

The stars sparkle under your command, twinkling and chiming at each step of yours in the air. Spinning you with a gentle smile, Komaeda hums at each ring of the stars. The sky would part for you, covering you in a star's glow, anything to keep you alive. The moon adores you, and so do the stars. He wants to stay in town longer. Just two days.

With a final spin, Komaeda lands you on your balcony.

"It was lovely dancing with you, my dove," He presses a kiss to the back of your hand with a bow. His cheeks are warm with pink, and his heart flutters as he catches your embarrassment.

"Thank you for walking me home, kind one," You imitate his bow, and he smiles.

"Shall I see you around?"

"We shall see."

The clouds cover the moon as you part from him, and Komaeda's heart races.

Ah.

The second morning rises, and the second evening falls. You get ready to close down the store when a young woman walks in.

"Darling!" She wraps her arms around you. "You're the worker here, right? I ordered a coat for my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, but I was told he already came to pick it up. Do you have any idea where he is?"

"Who was the order placed for?" You pry yourself from her arms.

"Komaeda," She smiles, her grin broadening. "Ah, so you're the chick who caught his eye and undid all of the stupid spells I cast on him."

She pinches your chin between her pointer and thumb, eyeing you in disdain. "Well, you certainly aren't a sight to behold. I wonder how something as plain as you could cause someone like him such hope. Well, not that I care."

Her hand reaches through your face, and you feel your muscles lax and sag as she does. You yelp, falling to your knees as they give out under you. You claw at your face as her laughter rings, and you watch her step out of the shop, two of her dark blobs rushing after her. Flashing you a menacingly gorgeous smirk, she laughs. "May despair ring throughout all of your life!"

You sit there on the floor, heart pounding and tears falling. You don't know what this feeling is, but you know what it is. You've aged. She's aged your dazzling face all because of some stupid man!! You get up, staring at yourself in the mirror. You look old. You look old.

You want to cry.

Your knees are weak, and you have to support yourself as you get up from the floor. The old hag that stares at you in the mirror makes your stomach curl. You hate it. You despise it.

You dust off the apron and step out of the store, locking up to prevent the burglars.

Walking as an elder all alone is much safer than walking as a young one. The guards don't look twice even as you pass them. Your steps have grown slower, and your lungs squeeze at each step uphill. You want to scream or cry. You prayed that somehow, you'd be able to miraculously reach the castle before you die of exhaustion. You really ought to treat your grandparents better after this.

Your bed is so much comfier when it's night.

Yet, you rise before the first train. You wonder if your parents woke up this early. Well, it's not like you can stay here. Just from looks alone, you're already off the marriage market. All because of a man? How strange.

You wait for the others to file out of the house before you grab a bit of food and head out to the hills.

The chiming and clanging of Komaeda's castle ring in the distance, and you sigh. "I can hear it... hah, but I can't see it."

You sit at the base of a scarecrow, the moon illuminating your skin. The age spots scattered across your skin and arm cause you to hold your breath. The midnight mist makes it hard to see where the castle is exactly, but you don't really care. It can't kill you. Well, even if it could, you're already old anyway.

You get up again, getting ready to continue. 

The wind blows behind you, and your eyes widen in fear as the scarecrow starts hopping.

"What in god's name-"

The scarecrow hops down the lane, and you watch it spin twice. You assume it wants you to follow it.

It has a weird build. He looks like... you're not sure. He resembles a gentleman more than a scarecrow, but you don't complain. He seems to be leading you to the castle... or leading you at least somewhere.

The fog clears, and the wood and metal emerge. The scarecrow hops twice under the door to the castle, and you nod at it the best you can. The door to the machinery rushes, and a puff of smoke greets you. Bloody hell. You struggle to get on the moving castle, the house refusing to slow for you. These old bones of yours, ugh.

When you finally step onto the platform - not really step, the house had forcibly hooked you onto it. Your cloak flies off from the wind.

"My cloak!"

You watch as the scarecrow hops after it, using its arm to hook the cloak onto it, and it bounces back to you.

"Thank you," You smile. "You're very kind, scarecrow!"

You turn to face the door, pushing it open. A short staircase leads you to the first floor, the sound of the fire crackling. You pause to take in the room. Straight across from you is a wooden chair in front of a fire, and a little bit behind that is a purple divan. To your right is a wooden table, messy yet organized, with all sorts of bottles and spellbooks. The corners are filled with cobwebs, the spiders settling down. It's... a mess. To say the least.

You sit yourself on the wooden chair, exhaling and holding your hands out to the fire.

It's warm.

Though, the fire could use a little more wood.

You sit back down after tossing two logs of wood into the fire.

Oh... it's so cozy...

Your eyes threaten to close on you. The crackling and movement of the house become familiar to your body. You're worn out from the walking.

"Wow, that is one nasty curse you got there, upupupu!" A voice speaks up. "It won't be easy to break."

"The fire talked???"

"And you can't even talk about it."

"...Am I going delusional?" You push the chair back slightly.

"No!! Upupu, I'm Monokuma! I'm a fire demon," It cackles.

"Why are you shaped like a bear?" You pause. "My apologies. That's not the question. Can you help me break the spell? Since you're a demon and all."

"Easy! If you break the spell that chains me to this place, I'll break yours in exchange." He crackles.

"In other words, bargain with a demon," You chuckle; you barely recognize your own laugh. "You sure you can keep that promise?"

"Demons don't make promises."

"I suggest you look elsewhere." You hum, leaning back into the chair.

"But I'm exploited here!!! I'm chained here by Komaeda who works me to death!!!" The fire whines. "I'm the one who keeps this castle moving!"

"My, you have it rough," You draw out.

"If you figure out the secret contract, the spell will break!" He exclaims. "If you do that, I'll break your spell too!"

"I see, a bargain...huh...." Aaand you've dozed off.

In the early hour of the morning, you're woken up by a series of knocks on the door. You crane your neck, at least twelve of your bones cracking. Footsteps dance down the stairs as you do, and a young child with a mask stops next to you.

"Who let them in?"

"Porthaven!" Monokuma calls.

"I wonder when she got in." The boy reaches for a cloak on the table and pulls it over his face, hopping down the stairs.

"Why, mayor, sir," The boy's voice is two octaves deeper than before, and the mayor answers.

You take the chance to look around the room now that it's day. It's still the same mess as yesterday.

"Porthaven again!" Monokuma yells, and you slide him two new logs. You step around the first floor, peering over the fence as the boy opens the door again.

"State your purpose."

"Mama sent me," A young girl beams.

You stare out the window, glancing at the birds and seaside. A magical door? Perhaps.

The young girl giggles. "Are you a witch?"

You stare at her, laughter rumbling. It wouldn't hurt to entertain a child.

"Yes, darling. I am the scariest witch in all the land harhar," You smile as she giggles and runs off with her order.

"Stop lying," The boy grumbles, reaching for the food. From a drawer, he pulls out bread and cheese. You follow to where he was, and you glance at the table.

"Ah, darling," You mumble. "There's bacon and eggs!"

"Monokuma only listens to Komaeda." He frowns. "Can't use him."

You hum, staring at the fire. "Nonsense."

"I'm a demon!!" The fire roars as you set the basket on the ledge, reaching for a pot.

"Now, now," You hum merrily at the fire engulfing the pan. "Either you cook the bacon and eggs like a good fire, or we have a quaint little discussion about our deal with Komaeda."

"I was wrong," Monokuma shrinks, and you hum as you place the bacon onto the pan. Monokuma tries burning it, and you glare at the fire.

"Darling, do we have a kettle? I want some tea." You call at the other magician, and he nods.

"I'll find one."

The door to the house rattles, and everyone turns to watch the master come home.

"Welcome home, master!" The boy greets, holding a kettle. "You have letters from the King to both Meshitsukai and Servant."

You pause. Isn't that just the same name in different languages??

"Ah, dear," Komaeda chuckles. "There's no need to call me master. I told you, trash like me doesn't deserve it."

"But master-"

You glance at the male, then turn your eyes back to the bacon, flipping it in the pan.

"My, Monokuma," Komaeda hums amusedly. "You're being so obedient."

"They bullied me!"

"I did no such thing!" You gasp offendedly.

"Regardless, that's not something easy to do, right?" Komaeda takes the pan and spoon from your hands. "Who are you, by the way?"

"Your neighborhood elderly," You hum. "Your new housekeeper."

"Please pass me six eggs and two more slices of bacon," Komaeda holds the pan close to you as you slide two more pieces of bacon onto it. "Who hired you?"

"I did," You pause. "Just to mop the floors and such. Your table is suprisingly organized despite the mess."

"Well, I am a little of a clean freak-"

"Please don't let master handle the fire! He can't cook," The boy yells from the table as Komaeda misses an egg.

"Jataro, dear, I most certainly can-"

"He can't!"

"Not risking it," You nudge him to the side, taking the stuff from his hands again. "Can you set up the table?"

"That, I can do," Komaeda chuckles as you crack another egg onto the pan, copying Komaeda and tossing Monokuma the eggshells. Komaeda helps you plate the food, and you glance at the utensils the boy holds up for you. The others are dirty, he tells you. You thought Komaeda was organized. Organized chaos, maybe. You're not sure.

"Let us partake of our morning bread," Komaeda hums.

"Daily bread!" Jataro echoes, biting into all of his food at once. "It's been a long time since I've had breakfast."

"Neglect of child," You mumble quietly, cutting into the eggs.

"Ah, by the way," Komaeda hums. "Dove, you seem to have something in your pocket. May I see it?"

You hum, reaching into your pocket. You hand it to Komaeda. The paper burns him at the touch, and the spell falls onto the table, carving itself into it. Komaeda sighs at the symbol.

"A curse?"

"Yes. Ancient Magic." Komaeda hums, reading the spell. "He who catches a falling star, oh heartless man. Your heart shall be mine."

"Wow," You deadpan, biting on the eggs. "Romantic."

Komaeda chuckles, sliding his hand over the spell. "Well, even trash like me wouldn't stoop to her level and give her my heart."

"Master!" Jataro gasps as the spell disappears.

"The two of you," He smiles. "Please enjoy breakfast." He gets up, tossing the rest of his breakfast to Monokuma. "Monokuma, please move the castle 100km and send hot water upstairs."

"Not the hot waterrr," The flame grumbles.

You scoop the eggs back into your mouth and pause as Jataro asks you a question.

"Do you work for the witch of the waste?"

"Lord forbid I work for that wrench of a whore," You spit. "If it weren't for her bastardry, I wouldn't be- mmmrph- I wouldn't- hrrmph- ARGH!! BLOODY HELL! Oh, once I get my daintly old hands on your thin little neck you wRETCHED WHO- ARGH!!"

Jataro clears the table and moves the books outside as you smack the broom on the ceiling. Dust and bugs fall everywhere, and the rats scurry to safety. The whole room fills with ashes, and you hurl the water onto the wood, scrubbing at it violently. You're pretty sure you're going to die of exhaustion soon; your muscles are sore. Curse your old age.

The floors of the first floor echo with cleanliness as you step to the fireplace.

"Can I have more wood? Hello???"

You toss Monokuma into a pan, the old piece of wood with him. He clings onto it, yelling about how he's going to die. You ignore him, raking out all the ashes from the previous wood. Pulling the edges of the sheet, you ignore him as you take the soot out.

Hurried footsteps rush down the stairs, and the sound of wood clattering makes you turn around.

"Try not to torment my friend," Komaeda smiles at you.

"My apologies," You watch him breeze past you, hair pulled back and adjusted.

"Master, are you going out?" Jataro pauses.

"Jataro, dear, tell out housekeeper not to get too carried away," Komaeda smiles, hopping out the door.

"What'd you do?"

"She abused me!!" Monokuma yells. "If I go out, then Komaeda does as well!"

"I'm the housekeeper," You deadpan. "My job is to clean."

You grab the mop and bucket and start toward the stairs. Jataro runs up before you can, and he yelps.

"No! Not the second floor!"

"If I were you," You hum amusedly, taking a step up the stairs. "I'd put your precious things away right now."

"My room last!" The boy runs up the stairs, and you grin.

The upstairs is somehow even more of a mess than the downstairs, and as you open the door to the bathroom, you are baffled. You thought Komaeda was organized. You swear it's like when a mom yells at a kid to clean their room even though it's clean in the kid's way. Too bad your job was to clean the entire house.

Before you start, you throw the window open, looking out to see the castle.

The view is breathtaking. The castle moves a step at a time, and underneath it is a valley. A river flows between the two mountains, thousands of evergreen trees are scattered, and you watch the castle fly over the forest. The green makes you hold your breath. It's gorgeous.

"Monokuma!! Monokuma!!" You yell, rushing down the stairs.

"What's all the fuss for?"

"Are you moving the castle on your own?" Your eyes glimmer as you stare from the stairs.

"Of course I am!"

"You're incredible!" You cheer. "Your magic is amazing! I'm so sorry for misjudging you!"

You rush back upstairs to start cleaning.

"You think so?" Monokuma turns pink. "You really think so?"

The house speeds up, and you work on the bathroom. The water is brown and murky, and you pull the drain. Rearranging all the bottles on the shelves and tossing the empty ones out, you exhale. Unclogging the toilet, you wince as the foul smell finally starts fading. Then, you grab a brush and start scrubbing. The colors wash off the basin with a brush of your rag, and you sigh blissfully as you finally finish.

You glance out the window, noticing the change in scenery.

"Not yet!" Jataro calls as you rush back into the hallway. It looks breathtaking outside.

"Oh... Lord," You open a door, eyes wide. "It's heavenly outside."

Goats rush through the mountains, pine trees and streams scattered about. Down the hill, a giant lake sits in the center. The water is bluer than the Aegean, and the sky is clear. A couple of clouds hide the rest of the lake, and rocks lead down the mountain to the lake.

Jataro rushes next to you, looking down.

"That's star lake," He points.

"How beautiful."

In the corner of his eye, Jataro notices a wooden pole sticking out of a hole.

"Huh," You reach for it, pulling at it. "Jataro, dear, could you lend me a hand?"

The two of you pull the pole out of the crevice, and you pause at the sight of the scarecrow.

"The scarecrow from earlier..." You mumble. "Did you follow me?"

He hops twice, spinning.

"I'll take that as a yes," You smile.

"Who is he?"

"A scarecrow I met on my way up," You hum, heading back inside. "Let's get back to cleaning, hm?"

Jataro helps you pull the laundry basket down to the lakeside as Calcifer lowers the hose. The two of you hand the laundry on the scarecrow's arm, and he hops around as you prepare lunch. The breeze by the lake helps you calm down as you exhale. Your shoulders relax, and you hum happily as you drink from the bowl.

"Does the scarecrow have a name?" Jataro holds the bread to his mouth, taking a bite.

"Turnip," You pause. "I think."

"Do you think he's a demon?" Jataro chews with his mouth open, and you wipe his cheek. "Monokuma seems to like him."

"Maybe," You exhale, heart light. "But despite that... he's the one who led me here."

The breeze flies off with the hours, and you sit yourself by the lakeside.

Your shoulders relax, and you hum a soft tune to yourself.

It's calm.

Night falls, and the door to the house clicks open. Komaeda stumbles in, feathers dragging behind him, feet in the form of claws. His breathing is labored as he pulls himself to the chair by the fire. Kicking both legs onto the brick, his chest heaves, and he grunts in annoyance. The feathers sticking to his skin disappear, and his feet turn back to normal. He exhales once he's human again.

"Keep doing that and you won't be able to transform back," Monokuma reminds. He reaches for a log on the side, and he grins. "Isn't this great? The housekeeper did this for me!"

Komaeda sits straight, a pained moan slipping past his lips. "The fighting is awful. The entire country is in flames. From the southern coast to the northern border, there is not a single town that isn't aflame."

"I hate the fire in gunpowder," Monokuma spits. "They have no manners."

"My own kind attacked me," Komaeda laughs airily.

"The witch of the waste?"

"Hack wizards masquerading as monsters."

"They'll cry plenty later on." Monokuma laughs evilly. "When they can't regain their human form."

"No, Komaeda stands up, stretching his arms. He feels a bone pop back into place. "They'll just forget that they ever knew how to cry. Like Kamukura."

"Aren't you supposed to report to the king?"

"Yes, well," Komaeda walks toward the curtains. "Hot water for my bath."

"Not again," The fire grumbles.

Komaeda stares down at your sleeping form. The wrinkles on your skin are missing, and the white of your hair is colored. Komaeda tucks you back in, shaking the blanket twice before covering you. He glances at your chest rise and fall, and he smiles gently. "Rest well, my dove."

The warm water jets against the bathtub, and you shoot awake. You hear a bone crack.

"Was that Komaeda?"

"Yeah," Monokuma reaches for another log. "Wasting my hot water."

You chuckle.

The morning is warm in Porthaven. It's nice and quiet, minus the couples of people bargaining for prices. You pay for the potatoes first, then you take a look at the fish. Jataro follows behind you, mumbling about how he didn't like potatoes or fish. You pause to take a look at the fish properly. The fisherman tells you they're all freshly caught.

A hoard of people rush down to the port.

"The fleet's come home!"

"Is that the smoke?"

You turn your head to look.

"There's been another battle." A passing man tells the fisherman.

"Ah, really? Then excuse me, I'll get to you later." The fisherman excuses himself and runs with the crowd.

"That ship's on fire!"

Sure enough, a battleship heads into the port, the top on fire. Seamen jump off the metal, and the civilians row their boats to help them to safety. In the corner of your eyes, you spot a blotch of black, and you hold Jataro back.

"Witch of the waste henchmen."

It disappears, and you sigh.

Above the two of you, an aircraft roars. Three bombs drop into the water, and you hold Jataro in your arms as they blow up. Papers flutter through the air, and you drag Jotaro back home.

"Papers!"

"They're enemy propaganda. Ignore them, child," You slam the door behind you, and you exhale. You rest on a chair, and you gasp for air. "Water, please, child."

Jataro turns on the tap, filling a clean glass with water. Upstairs, a loud boom is heard, and Komaeda's footsteps echo through the house. He screams.

"Dove, what did you do to the bathroom shelves!!" Komaeda runs to you, grabbing his hair. The auburn has been replaced by a bright pink. "My hair's turned this weird color!"

Jataro blinks.

"It looks lovely?" You tilt your head, unsure what he means.

"Take a good look!" Komaeda cries. "You mixed up everything on the shelves and ruined the spells!!"

"I didn't mix up anything," You raise a brow. "I simply cleaned up."

"But it was already clean," Komaeda bites on his tongue. "I told you not to get too carried away! Oh, how hopeless. How disgustingly despairing. I have no chance like this..."

Komaeda sits on the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"It's not that bad," You try and comfort him. You take a step back as his hair turns from pink to blue, to green, to yellow... before finally turning to white. "The new shade is quite lovely in it's own way."

Komaeda blinks twice. "I'm done for... what's the point of living... if you're not... beautiful... ugh."

The room warps and darkens, and the floor and walls contort. You glance around yourself suspiciously, and Jataro speaks up.

"He's calling on the spirit of darkness." He blinks. "The last time he did this was when the love of his life broke up with him."

You try and place a hand on Komaeda, finding that a layer of white slime sticks to your hand. You back away slowly, heart wavering and lip quivering. "I've had enough of you, Komaeda! I've never once been beautiful! Never!" You rush down the stairs, throwing the door open. "I've had enough of this place!"

The rain pours on your skin, wetting you from head to toe. Your mind swirls with thoughts. You had never been beautiful. You had just been another country bumpkin who was set to take over the family's business. You stand there in the rain, letting yourself cry. The tears come out, the dam slamming open. It felt nice to be able to cry again. You don't mind the rain, it feels nice. It matches the atmosphere.

It had been a while since you had a good cry.

Behind you, the scarecrow hops next to you, an umbrella in hand. The rain stops falling on you, and you hum at the scarecrow. "Thank you, turnip."

"Y/n! Y/n!" Jataro runs out. "Please come back! Komaeda's in trouble!"

You follow the boy in, staring at Monokuma screaming for help. "Y/n!!! Help me!! I'm going to die!!"

You sigh, pushing your sleeves up. "Come help me out, child."

You feel four of your bones crack as you mop the floors and brick again, but at least Komaeda isn't having a mental breakdown anymore. You bring a cup of warm milk to his room and place it at his bedside table. "be sure to drink it while it's warm." You step back toward the door, and Komaeda's voice comes out.

"Don't leave, dove." Komaeda opens his eyes as you sit next to him.

"The witch of the waste is searching for my house." Komaeda turns to the side. "The truth is, I'm just hopeless. All of this magic is just to keep her despairful presence away. I'm terrified of her."

You pause. "May I know why you're running from her?"

"She's my ex," Komaeda sits up, chuckling to himself. "Isn't that funny? Now the king wants me to report to him... as both of my alternate identities..."

"Can't you refuse to?"

"You see that oath on the wall?" Komaeda sighs. "I swore to obey the king's every order."

"How dystopic," You hum. "Why not just visit the king? Just reject him to the face."

"Dove," Komaeda sighs. "You don't know what they're like."

"But he's a king, right? Kings usually think the best for their people-"

"That's it! Dove, you'll go in my place!" Komaeda gasps. "Meshitsukai's parent! You can pretend to be my parent! Just tell him that I'm an idle, good-for-nothing! Maybe Madame Enoshima will even give up on me!"

"Madame... Enoshima?"

It's official. You hate Komaeda.

You don't want to meet the king or whatnot, and you most definitely do not care about him enough to do this. You don't know why you're doing this. You're dressed in some outfit, and Komaeda pushes you out the door. You want to strangle him. Is that an option? You suppose you might owe him something, but you don't think you do. Maybe this is his way of paying you back for turning his hair white. You'd be lying if you said he didn't look good, though.

"Ah, before you go," Komaeda grabs your left hand, sliding a clover ring onto your finger. "This will alert me when there's danger. I'll also be following you to keep you safe."

Keep you safe, your ass.

You march down the roads of Kingsbury. Cars and machines whiz past you, and the colorful buildings pass in a blur. You don't have the heart to admire the architecture. You have more of an urge to strangle Komaeda. You're the housekeeper, housekeeper. Not his mom. Not his grandma. None of that weird blasphemy.

Ah, the easier way out might just be just to strangle Komaeda.

The visit to the king passes in a blur you refuse to recall. The witch of the waste is first turned into some completely different person, the pink hair turning black, freckles scattering over her skin. The king isn't a king at all. The king is a queen, a woman who looked exactly like the witch of the waste. It was strange. Does that mean Komaeda had dated the king? What sickening twist of events was this?

Your mind is spiraling with newfound confusion as Komaeda removes his disguise in front of you.

"I've kept my oath," Komaeda hooks an arm around your waist. "I've no wish to fight you. I'll be taking my mother."

"Too bad!" The king grins, her cheeks stretching eerily. "I won't let you! I'm sure your beloved mother would love to see who you really are."

A violent gush of water floods past you, and Komaeda holds you up.

"Don't look down, dove. It'll pull you down," Komaeda hums, watching the purple magic swirl around him. It circles around him, and the feathers start growing out of his body as he lunges for the king. You cling to him, screaming for him to stop.

Komaeda shoots you a smile before he rushes you to the plane. He starts the engine, flying off from the palace.

"Ah, it seems like you brought a whole team," Komaeda chuckles. You look behind you and stare at the witch of the waste and the king's dog.

"I should've just retired when I had the chance..." You sigh, and Komaeda moves you to the front seat.

"Too late for that," He hums, pressing your ring. "That'll lead you to Monokuma. We're being chased, so be sure to steer properly."

"I'm going to stab someone," You turn the wheel as Komaeda lets go, and you narrowly miss the tower of a church.

"I can give you five minutes of invisibility," Komaeda swipes his hand, and a duplicate flies the other way. You yelp as you narrowly dodge a tree, and you grimace. You pray you'll make it home before something happens.

As you spot the house, you realize something very important.

HOW THE HELL DO YOU STOP THIS THING?!

"Y/n!!!"

"JATARO!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP THIS THING!!" You scream, crashing right into the mouth of the castle. You cough from the wood and smoke that fills your lungs, and Jataro searches through the debris for you. You run down the wood and cement to him, and you sigh.

"You're safe." He pulls his arms around you.

"Yes," You mumble. "... I'll clean all of this in the morning."

The night wind blows gently, and the sun makes way for the moon. The crescent rocks gently, back and forth, and back and forth. It lulls the entire house to sleep, even with the dust all over the furniture. It's cozy, and Monokuma keeps the house warm at night. The sound of footsteps creaking up the stairs wakes you, and you grab the lantern next to your bed.

"Komaeda?"

The footsteps grow rushed, and you chase after the sound. Throwing his door open, you notice the hole in his wall, and you continue following the sound. A trail of feathers multiplies in number as you do, and you pause at the sight of a hunched-over bird. The bird is pretty, the black feathers tinted with pink. You run your hand down its back, and the creature turns to stare at you.

"Komaeda," You swallow. "Come on, turn back."

He hisses at you and rushes off into the darkness.

"KOMAEDA!"

You snap awake to the sound of running water, and Monokuma whines. "Y/n, we don't have much more time, Komaeda and I."

"And Komaeda will turn into a demon?"

"I can't tell you that, I'm a demon," He blows a raspberry.

"I was told by the king," You pause. "that Komaeda gave you something precious. What is it? Where is it?"

"I can't tell you," Monokuma grumbles.

"Even if I dump water all over you?"

"How mean!! If you kill me, then Komaeda dies with me!!"

You kick at the plane as Jataro, Turnip, and the dog tug the plane out; harshly so. It's not budging, so you give it a hard kick. The engine starts, and it plummets out of the mouth of the house. Crashing violently into the rocks, the others run out of the way. You pause to exhale, and you stare at the pot over Monokuma.

"Time for lunch!!"

Komaeda steps down the stairs, pausing at the sight of the witch and dog.

"Monokuma, why'd you let them in?" Komaeda tilts his head.

"They came flying in with Y/n," He shrugs.

"Haha, my dove, dramatic as ever," He smiles. "Oh, and you," He takes a step to the Turnip and taps his chin. "You're under quite the spell too!"

The scarecrow spins its head twice.

"Unfortunately, your spell is quite loud, so we won't be able to take you," He hums.

"Take? Where are we going?" You finish eating.

"We're moving," Komaeda smiles. "The king could track us down at any moment, so we're settling down."

You suppose there's some truth to the dysfunctional family you call created. Komaeda drags the paint around to create a magic circle, and Monokuma sits himself in the center. The house cranks and howls as he does. Komaeda steps inside, pressing the chalk into the wood, the white markings digging into the crevices. The dust from the chalk scatters.

Placing the chalk down on the table, Komaeda grabs a pan, scooping Monokuma into it.

"Let's start," He smiles, and the fire roars as Komaeda steps into the circle.

The house cracks and pulls, every corner rearranging itself. As it does, you recognize the interior. It looks like your old house. Your old home before you moved into the castle. The furnace forms itself, and the toilet is in the same position. Even your room looks the same. You're really home. It feels strange.

"There you go," Komaeda smiles, sliding a hand down your spine, and your back straightens almost naturally. "You look much more relaxed now, dove."

"Thank you," You mumble.

"I have a little something to show you," Komaeda smiles, twisting the door to the black section. "Just for you."

"Is that so?" You follow him as he opens the door for you, and your breath catches in your throat. 

It's gorgeous. The pastures of lush grass and pink spread through the field. Tulips and carnations sway with the wind, and a stream trickles down the grass. Though it's night, it seemed as though the whole place was lit up. Fairies, perhaps? Who knew. It was gorgeous. The blue mist that sprinkled the fields and the setting sun. The world seemed to slow under the stars here.

"Do you like it?" Komaeda's voice comes out uncertain, and he fiddles with his fingers.

"I do," You exhale, heart calming. "It's gorgeous."

"I'm glad," Komaeda smiles, holding his hand out to you.

The moon loves the stars just as much as the stars love her beauty. The gentle glow from the moon keeps the darkness at bay. The stars join her in the sky, desperate to protect her just as they have been protected. Even if it would take trillions of them to help her, they would gladly die off, one by one, burning just to keep her safe. Maybe they had been blind to think that the moon didn't love them the same way, but it wasn't true. The moon matched their glow, just as happy in their presence.

They are recorded as children in the past, yet no one seemed to notice just how much the stars adored the moon. They were no children of the sun and moon. They were the moon's hearts. The ones who had sworn to stay by the moon's side, even as their precious moon chased after the sun until burnt. The stars would keep her safe, even as she sobbed over the loss of the sun's adoration and glow.

Komaeda takes your hand, helping you lay down in the grass. You notice the thin layer of magic around your body.

"Did you know? When the stars fall, the moon picks them up. That's why the moon is so thin," You hum, flexing your fingers in curiosity. "When searching for a fallen star, she lights herself to her brightest form. When she finally finds the star, she cuts her flesh to turn into a fishing hook, trying to reach for the stars."

Komaeda stares at you reach for the sky.

"Have you ever touched a star?"

"Monokuma was a star once," He chuckles.

"Really? I thought he was just some random fire."

"His name Monokuma was given by the witch," Komaeda sighs, lying down on the grass next to you.

"Ah," You pause to laugh into your hand. "How cute. It's a bit strange."

"Is that so?" Komaeda snaps his fingers, and you smile at the fireflies.

"My body was made of crushed little stars, and cursed with repeating the same mistakes." You close your eyes and feel a bug land on your face. "I longed for a life outside of what I had."

Komaeda brushes the bug from your face, and he hums. "What made you change?"

"Being driven into a corner," You mumble. "Being forced into a place with no way out. I couldn't bear to live while ugly."

Komaeda catches the tears that run down your cheek, and you turn to stare at him.

"How will I marry with wrinkled skin and a society that pushes beauty onto it's children from youth?" You laugh, a smile on your face.

"There are people who aren't just going for looks," Komaeda mumbles. "Why are you sad?"

"Because my sisters were always prettier," You smile. "Because as the eldest, I already had my life written for me."

"Mm," Komaeda leans on his arm, frowning. "But you're here now."

"But I'm here now," You close an eye as Komaeda reaches for you. "With you."

"With me," He smiles.

You don't notice how your wrinkles have smoothened out or how your back seems so much lighter. Komaeda makes you forget the world outside, even when you're under the gaze of the universe. He presses cold fingertips to your burning mind and reminds you that it's alright to take time and cool down. Taking life one step at a time was fine. It didn't matter if you had never felt like enough. Komaeda would make sure that he would save you, just as you had saved him so many years ago.

When you wake up, the house is empty again.

The people of the town are running, and you stare at the car that stops in front of you.

"Shirogane?"

"Oh, Y/n!" She cries, hugging you. "I'm so happy you're alive! You went missing for so long, so I got worried!"

She drops a pouch next to the fire, and pulls you to the door. "Are you not going to flee?"

"No," You shake your head. "I feel safe here."

She gives you a look of guilt, and you have a feeling you know what it is.

"I'm off then. Please stay safe."

"I will," You smile.

The witch of the waste pulls the pouch open as you send Shirogane away. A black worm appears in it, and she tosses the monster at Monokuma, forcing him to eat it. Monokuma coughs up black smoke as the woman pulls the cigarette to her mouth, mumbling quietly. "I won't let you take his heart. I have to be the one to present it."

You step back into the room and grimace at the sight of Monokuma.

"What happened to him?"

The witch shrugs.

You spend the day opening the windows to let the smoke from the cigarette out, and you cough as it doesn't disperse. It sticks to your lungs, driving you insane. You hate this. Ugh. Why can't two countries talk it out like civil people? What was the point of war? To kill the citizens? To destroy the people? For wealth? Conquest? Glory? You found no point in the war over a missing prince.

The sound of planes fly over the city, dropping bombs and bullets. The hail of metal shakes the house, and the monsters crawl outside. You hold the door closed against the blobs of black. Was this what the country was reduced to? An internal conflict with a war? Why the hell did they want Komaeda dead anyway?

You dig your heels into the wood as the black starts seeping in. You can't hold it off for longer. Komaeda isn't home, and you don't know when he'll return. Will this be how you die? You're tired. Yet, unlike before, you don't want to leave. You'll just pray that Komaeda shows up on time, like he always has.

The sound of wings and scattering of black causes your eyes to snap open. He's here.

He's here.

You exhale, the smoke no longer burning your lungs.

Komaeda's here.

You slide down the back of the door, exhaling in relief. Komaeda's alive. He's here.

He's home.

Gathering the strength in your legs again, you rush outside to welcome him.

Komaeda soars down with a bomb, spreading his wings to glide it down and let it land without impact. He lands on the ground, the feathers sticking out of his body, smoke and smog all over his face. Yet, as he lands, you rush over to him, heart in relief. He's safe.

"Sorry I made you wait," Komaeda rests his forehead on yours, and you press your lips to his. Komaeda melts into your touch, the feathers softening to your touch. Komaeda pulls away first, smiling at you. "Let's go in."

Komaeda watches the blotches of black try to squeeze in again and sends a gust of wind their way, knocking them back. Komaeda steps up the stairs, casting a spell on Monokuma to revitalize him.

"Monokuma, why'd you do that?"

"She fed something weird to me!" Monokuma coughs.

"Was that from the king, witch?"

"Nothing my sister hasn't given me," The woman grunts, putting out the cigarette on Komaeda's claw. "We need to chat."

"When I come back," He smiles.

"How rare," The woman stares at him. "You're not running away."

"Stay here, dove," Komaeda presses his hands on your shoulder and steps back toward the door.

"No!" You yelp, clinging onto his back. "Please, Komaeda. We can run away and live somewhere else. Please... I'm begging you."

"I'm tired of running, dove," Komaeda turns to cradle your face in his palm, and you tear up. "I have someone I want to protect now."

You watch him head out the door.

As he does, the magic tries breaking in again, and you turn the knob of the door. The wastelands. They're your only hope now.

"Jataro, darling, please take the witch out." You reach for a pan to throw Monokuma on.

"I'm not allowed out of the house," The fire cracks.

"I'll take responsibility."

"EWWWWW, IT MAKES IT SEEM LIKE-"

"Unless you want me to put you out." You glare at him.

"I'll go," Monokuma slides onto the pan without argument. You skip out the door, shielding him from the rain with your sleeve. The castle collapses; the wood and metal crack and tear, ripping the messy masterpiece to pieces. Monokuma winces at the sound, and you step back inside to find the mouthpiece. It would be much more efficient to run with something smaller.

"Monokuma..." You step back into the debris, placing the fire down and tearing away the wood from the stairs to give him something to burn. "Can you move?"

"I need something in exchange," The fire opens its mouth. "From your body."

"Uh..." You stare at yourself, and you grimace. "My hair. Is that alright?"

"Yep!" The fire reaches for your hair, and pulls off what it can. With the new fuel, the castle rumbles, the mouth attaching to legs and starting its voyage.

"That's incredible, Monokuma!" You gasp, staring through the flooring.

"Now imagine what I could do with your body or heart!" The fire roars, and you spot Komaeda in the distance.

"He's surrounded-"

The castle shakes, and the witch reaches for the fire.

"You have a heart... I can... give her the heart..."

You rush to stop her, but she grabs onto the fire, catching ablaze along with it. Her skin chars and burns, and you reach to pull the heart from her hands.

"Witch!"

"No!" She yells. "The heart is mine! Nee-san is looking for it!"

You finch back from how hard it burns, and you think quick. What can put the fire out... oh... oh no... water.

You grab the pail, throwing it at the witch without a second thought. The water drenches her, but it also puts Monokuma out. Your chest heaves, and the castle rumbles. You fall to the other side of it, and you yelp. Shit. Monokuma was doused too. Your heart drops to your stomach as your side of the room breaks from the other, and you fall back into a ravine, the wood and mental breaking with you.

Ah... did you...

You stare at your hands, mortified of what you had just done. You killed him. You killed Nagito Komaeda. Did you kill him? The love of your life? Ah. You've done it now. You killed him. How could you? You swore to protect him. But. But he didn't. He wasn't that. You couldn't watch a person burn from a fire in front of you. You were... saving... another person... by killing Komaeda. Was that worth it? There's no way that was. You shouldn't have... you should've just... ah

You sob into your hands, barely noticing the ring on your finger glow.

The dog you had stolen from the castle breaks free from the rubbish, and he barks, jumping on your lap.

"Huh?" You stare at him through your tears. "What?"

He nudges at your ring, and you inhale, chest puffing up. The ring. It's blue. It's glowing.

You glance at the place it's pointing at and stand up to break the metal chunk away from the rocks.

The door. It's the door. The ring is pointing toward the door. Your hand wraps around the knob apprehensively, chest tight with anxiety. Please be there. You're praying that you'll find him. Please.

Behind the door is darkness. It's muddy, uncertain with black. You reach your hand through it, unsure whether or not to go through. You're scared. What if you don't find him?

It's better to try.

You step through the door, starting to fall. The force brushed your neck uncomfortably, and you try to crane your neck to see if anything was around. It's not. It's dark. Dark with something you can only call nothing. The ring is still glowing on your finger, so you try and reach for it. In an instant, the black turns into the same flower field you were with Komaeda in.

In the distance is Komaeda himself. He's significantly younger, and he's holding Monokuma in his hand. You reach for him, screaming at the top of your lungs. "KOMAEDA, COME FIND ME IN THE FUTURE!"

You fall through the ground again, gasping as you sit up in the rubbish.

You stand up, praying that you'll find him. You dig through the rust and bolts, staring above you as someone flies down. Komaeda. He's back.

You open your arms to catch him, landing on the ground with a rough thud, cushioning his crash.

"Y/n!" Jataro yells from above.

"Darling!" You open your arms as he falls down to you. He cries in your arms, shaking and sobbing over the heart. The witch is still holding Monokuma, Komaeda's heart, in her hands. You let go of the boy, rushing over to Komaeda. Maybe he's breathing. Maybe. You don't know. You wouldn't know until you put his heart back.

"Witch... please?"

The witch hands you the heart gingerly, placing it into your hand gently.

"It's still mine."

"Of course," you smile, kneeling down to Komaeda's level. The debris scratches your knees and digs into your shoes, but you don't care. Your hand shakes as you brush his feathers to the side. You're trying your best not to cry. You can't. You won't until you put his heart in.

The glow that emits from his heart as you put it in causes you to hold your breath.

Please work...

It does.

Komaeda's eyes flutter open, his bird form disappearing and his skin returning. You press a hand to your eyes, crying into them. He's alive. Komaeda's alive. He's... alive.

You throw your arms around him as he sits up, knocking him back down. Your tears drench his shoulder, and Komaeda laughs breathily. You smack him gently at the sound of his laugh, but he only wraps his arms around you. His words comfort you, whispering about how he was alive and how you had done so well. He had found you.

"I found you," Komaeda peels himself from you, wiping your tears with a smile.

"You- hic, found me- hic," you sob.

"I found you," Komaeda laughs, running his hand down your head, humming gently against your skin.

Once your crying calms, Komaeda presses a kiss to your cheek, licking at the salty remains on your skin.

"Mng," You pull away from him.

"Dove," Komaeda hums. "Your curse is gone."

"Ah?" You stare at him. "That's... wonderful. Thank you."

Monokuma takes the form of a star, and the two of you turn to face him.

"Right," You stand up, reaching for the scarecrow. "Thank you, Turnip." You press a kiss to his cheek. "For helping us."

Komaeda wraps his arms around you with a pout on his face. Magic swirls around the scarecrow, the wooden limbs turning into human ones, and his height decreasing. "Ah," he turns to face you. "Thank you for breaking the curse. I'm Prince Naegi, thank you for saving me. The curse would break with a true love's kiss."

You feel Komaeda whine on your shoulder.

"I'll be heading back now," he bows. "To put an end to this war once and for all. I'll see you all again soon."

You watch the prince disappear before your eyes, and Komaeda turns you by the waist to face Monokuma.

"Will you be leaving now?" You reach for the star.

"... can I stay," You can't see it, but you can hear the pout in his voice.

"Yeah," You smile. "Of course you can."

Under the darkened clouds, bomber planes soar. The clouds don't rain or strike, but the darkness is worrying. Underneath the bomber, the grass plains have recovered from the war. Nature heals itself, the wildflowers spreading over the new soil. The colors of blue and pink set you at peace. Over the prairie, the fireflies glitter and glow, and you turn your head.

"Dove," Komaeda smiles, handing you a cup of tea. "What are you staring at?"

"The field," You press a kiss to his jaw and take the cup from him.

"Do you want to visit it?" He tilts his head.

"No," You glance down again. "Just admiring."

"Would you like to dance again?" Komaeda sets his cup on the floor, reaching to take yours.

"Don't let go, please?" You let him take the cup, and he smiles.

"That's a given, love," Komaeda hoists himself onto the railing, and he takes your hand, throwing you into the air.

Above the clouds, the stars and moon watch your every move. The glow from the moon coats both of you in white, hugging and wrapping her arms around you. While the moon does that, the stars gossip and collect stories to tell the sun. That's there's a love so pure that even the fallen stars decided to stay with them. That the dance was so beautiful that it drove the moon to tears.

Komaeda laughs with you under the night sky. He spins you in his arms, never once letting go of your hand. You're dazzling. He couldn't think of loving anyone but you. That was just how you were. The blessing that seemed to fall out from the heavens and promise him hope. That's just what you were. A dove promising him peace with himself in the future.

"Thinking of something?" You spin in his arms.

"Thinking of you," He smiles.

"Ah," you laugh breathily. "How sweet."

"Only for you," He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Only for you."

#komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #komaeda #danganronpa #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #sdra2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #☾.fics

[kousaka-ayumu]

Sonomi Hoshiakari/Cure Forest

Warning: this may contain character deaths, subject of diseases, and suicidal thoughts

Nickname: Hoshiakari-san(2nd years, 3rd years(Floyd, Kalim, Rook, Ortho)), Sonomi(1st years, Kaida, Farah, Fuyumi, Hoseki, Kiko(Epel)), Sonomi-chan(Yumeri, Mizuko, Hokori, Seiza), Tulip-chan(Taiyou, Yuri, Kalim), Child of Plants(Malleus), Princesse des Plantes(Rook), Appleflower(Vil and Epel), Leaf Sheep(Floyd), My Lady(Samara), Herbivore(Leona), Akari-san(Ortho), Akari-shi(Idia)

Twisted from: Snow White(Snow White and The 7 Dwarfs), Strawberry Cookie(Cookie Run), Nodoka Hanadera(Healing Good PreCure), Tsubomi Hanadera(Heartcatch PreCure), Kanade(Project Sekai)

Age: 16

Height: 149cm

DOB: 5/19

Species: Human(?)

Homeland: Sagewillow

Family:

Haruka Hoshiakari(Mother: Deceased)

Adelio Hoshiakari(Father)

Fuyumi Hoshiakari(Olde sister)

Akio Hoshiakari(Older brother)

Roscoe Springbloom(Uncle)

Emerald Springbloom(Aunt: Deceased)

Rosie Springbloom(Cousin)

Dorm: Pomefiore

Class: 1-B(No.1)

Clubs: Gardening(Creator)

Hobby: Staring into the ceiling and the walls, collecting rocks.

Likes: Spending time with Samara, studying about plants and medicine, singing

Dislike: Violence, being sick, being isolated

Pet peeve: Unable to understand some things.

Favorite food: None

Least favorite food: Porridge

Favorite drink: Water

"A first year of Pomefiore who's a very shy girl who spent the majority of her time with her personal butler Samara in the library and is the lead vocalist of Moonlight Bloom."

Appearance:

Sonomi has slightly long dark pink hair that reaches her shoulders and is tied up in a side ponytail with a pink streak and light pink eyes.

As Cure Forest her hair became light pink and is longer almost reaching her knees and us also tied to a side ponytail and is decorated with flowers

Background:

Sonomi is the youngest princess of Sagewillow and is daughter of Adelio and Haruka, but due to her unknown disease she passed away immediately after giving birth to Sonomi and the pinknette immediately got that illness.

Because of that, she is isolated that the castle not knowing the outside world while her father and uncle did everything they can to find a cure for her but is unsuccessful, she began to wonder if her mother died because of her and ended up wished that if she didn't existed then maybe her mother would still be here and not in heaven.

Personality:

Sonomi is a very shy and is often an introvert who has trouble with talking to people and usually spending the majority of her time with Samara and if she wasn't with the vampire butler she's at the botanical greenhouse.

But in general she's a very kind hearted girl who has major communication problems who's emotions clouded her judgement

Unique Magic: Floral Evergreen

It allows her to to magically grow plants and flowers however she cannot grow vegetables and fruits as that was Rye Gourmand's magic "Citrus Growth"

Trivia

Appleflower are her favorite.

She can get jumpy at times.

She has a hand mirror as her signature weapon.

Raymond 🤝 Sonomi and Rosie: dead moms

Nobody knows about her being a princess, only Samara knows.

What do you think about her

@zexal-club @yukii0nna @anxious-twisted-vampire @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @liviavanrouge

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x pretty cure #twisted wonderland crossover #midnight rose precure #sonomi hoshiakari

[undertale-writing-times]

how many children do they want? For everyone?

Normally I might not do something for every single one, but because this is simple! (if you have any questions about why I put the number that I did, I would love the question!)

Let's get it going >:3

Sans: 0-1

Papyrus: 1-3

Blueberry: 1-2

Stretch: 1

Red: 0-1

Edge: 0-2

Axe: 1-6

Noodle: 0

Lord: 1-3

Mutt: 1-2

King: 1

Alpha: 0

Overlord: 1-5

Pup: 0

Commander: 1

Hound: 0-4

Chief: 0-1

Wolf: 2-6

Royal: 1

Fang: 0

Prince: 0-3

Canine: 1

Leader: 3

Beast: 2

Grandeur: 2

Behemoth: 3(already has one!)

Tycoon: 1

Brute: 10

Cloud: 0

Bat: 0

Superior: 1

Exo: 0

Briliance: 0

Werewolf: 3

Vivid: 1

Lycan: 0

Ruler: 0

Pooch: 0

Sheriff: 0

K9: 0-1

Crowned: 0-3

Whelp: 0

Dynast: 2

Mongrel: 0

Rebel: 0

Shards: 0-4

Regicide: 0

Cur: 0

Luce: 0-12

Hellhound: 3-6

Baron: 2

Pawls: 2

Palace: 5

Cad: 7 (in Fellswap Blush, large 'litters' of babies is seen as very good luck!)

Duke: 0-3

Bull: 0-2

Captain: 0

Dogfish: 1-2

Regent: 0-3

Coyote: 0-4

Cosmos: 1

Galaxy: 0

Nightmare: This one really depends tbh.

Dream: 0-3

Passive: 2!

Oxi: 0

Sleeper: 4

Coma: 0-3

Gloom: 0-1

Wiseguy: 0

Bones: 0

Clip: 0-4

Boss: 1

Books: 0-4

Crank: 000000000000!

Envy: 3

Pride: 0

Calamity: 4

Tragedy: 3

Crisis: 0-2

Misfortune: 0-2

Scourge: 0

Field: 0!

Crop: 0-1

Diva: 0

Charm: 0-3

Vibrant: 0-1

Corn: 3-6

Harvest: 2-7

Sheep: 2-7

Duster: 1-9

Shot: 0

Soil: 1

Repeat: 0

Lover: 0-3

Hearts: 1-6

Heartbreak: 0

Beau: 0-3

Dreamboat: 0

Reap: 0

David: 0

Wraith: 0(duh)

Screen: 0-3

Keys: 1

Mimic: 3

Ringer: 0

Burn: 6

Arman: 2

Levi: 0

Chua: 2

Dracul: 3

Shifter: 0 >:\

Maiden: 0

Vestal: 0

Eros: 4

Aphro: 1

Venus: 1-2

Cuddles: 0

Astra: 1

Aloith: 0

Sugar: 3-5

Sweetie: 5!

Hop: 1

Sway: 2

Stomper: 0-1

Jazz: 0

Flamenco: 2

Uprock: 2

Ballet: 1

Taps: 2

Waltz: 4

Boogie: 0

Cross: 0

Error: 0

Ink: 5(but shouldn't have any)

Drain: 0

Glitchy: 0

Static: 0

Fairy: 0

Splat: 3

Fresh: 0

Rad: 0

Fresh Ink: 0

Dusty: 0-2

Powder: 0-2

Cupid: 0

Fragment: 0

Stardust: 0-3

Shooting Star: 0-3

Slay: 2

Killer: 2

Yanberry: 6

Snap: 4

Echo: 1

Pinks: 0-10

Passion: 0-2

Desire: 1

Feral: 0-3

Sharp: 0

Oak: 5

Sunflower: 0

Supernova: 3

Sunspot: 0

Snackers: 3

Butcher: 0-3

Timber: 4

Bark: 5

Bud: 0-4

Vine: 0-1

Strawberry: 2

Chum: uhhh

Rigel: 0-2

Vega: 1

Light: 1-4

Deep: 0-2

Daydream: 4

Delusion: 0-3

Mur: 1

Solar: 2-3

Nightfall: 0-4

Sunset: 0-5

Scarlet: 0-1

Leopard: 1-10 (wants a lot of babies but is okay with only just one or even none!)

Rosy: 5(has some already, but he just sorta uh… found those)

Shadow: 0-1

Lace: 0

Lamp: 0-4

Shade: 0-3

Luna: 0

Chills: 0-2

Shiver: 1

Nymph: 4

Fae: 6

Sprinkles: 0-4

Crumble: 0-1

Sticky: 4 (isn't sure if he even could)

Mallow: 1-5(already has the hungry time trio lol)

Empire: 0-3

Aquatica: 1-4

Skillet: 0-3

Determ: 5

Cielo: 3

Comet: 3

Badar: 5

Soul: 2

Chains: 0

Moonlight: 0

Suns: 0

Breaker: 4

Undertaker: 2

Corpse: 1

Inker: 0

Angel: 0

Bane: 2

Defect: 0

Fable: 1

Thorn: 1

#I have a lot of reasons for these funnily #like why those few or why so many #it's kinda exciting #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale au #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[potuzzz]

It's a dog eat dog world. Maybe that's not how reality itself is baked, maybe thats just the way of being we have been kettled into, as a civilization or as a species or as a world or as a language or as a disparate set of random individuals. Maybe even within these confines, it is silly to say it is always this way. But, in many ways, it is, iykyk, mashallah, it is a dog eat dog world.

There are no rules. Wolves follow rules only as a pretense to fool sheep into docility. It's a ruse. Don't let them fool you. You cannot win against them by playing by the rules they made up, wrote out and pinned to the wall. It's a joke to them. Look at their actions, with all the pretense boiled away. You may have to do as they do: they are ruthless, guiltless, decisive, focused, and they are ready to let go of anything, be that a thing or a person or their own existence.

Believing in something is a useful tool. The total atheist smirks at those who believe in something, for being narrowminded, for not navel-gazing and quadruple-inversing every follice of reality they have deemed categorized, in a world where there are no apparent rules and death is always an inch away from you. Even people who believe in completely stupid shit are better off than this person. People who believe have something they are grounded to, that they can root into and grow themselves, develop a framework for how to live. If you have nothing you believe in, not love or hate or an ideology or theology or even death, then you sway with the breeze, a completely alone follice: easy prey.

Likewise, the ultimate wolves have ensured a reality for us that beholds them: easy prey. The ideologies and the theologies and the flesh and the material and the philosophy is all secondary. They move propelled by a brutishly simple force, and this purity of drive gives them immense power. They seek to destroy your belief, your framework, your ability to trust or discern truth, your focus. Your innate force.

They seek to destroy community, to make conversation impossible, to make cooperation and cohabitation and coalescence dangerous. Punishible by death--preferably a slow, sad, painful death.

They want to destroy your critical thinking, your connection to the Other, your receptivity to kindness. They want you to, if anything, only believe in destruction, to believe everything is a lie--true insanity, where Bad is Bad, and Good is Bad if not Worse.

We may all become wolves, in one way or another, on our quest to undo the grip they have on the steering wheel of our collective body. These are not pleasant places and these people and the pernicious poison that puppets them will not permit an easy solution. They have all but lost, and sans a truly foul deus ex machina, they will lose. But they will go down swinging. We haven't seen the half of it.

They are trying to program us to be obedient to this noxious cloud. So, let this sigilary here program you instead:

🛠💜⚖️⚔️🍞📚👁🗺

Life is a work in progress.

#wip #throwing spaghetti at the wall #making shit up gang #poetry #alternative rap #rap lyrics #weirdcore #voolin #workshopping #shop talk #philosophy #communism #socialism #political discourse #capitalism #marxism leninism #love #apocalypse #sigils #137

[period-of-nocturne]

I keep thinking about Gekkou and I think my mind will explose

(The analysis you're about to read is absolutely not organized well, be warned)

Am I the only one who immediatly thought the song has nothing to do with the event and didn't understood why ? Because now I really think this song was just looking back on what already happened and foreshadowing what would happen next

The first verse is Akito's past, between RW and meeting Toya

Same for the chorus but that line

"I kept having dull dreams, just tracing someone else"

The second verse seems to be about how he felt when he met Toya

The next chorus makes me feel ILL.

"Not even knowing my solitude you were alone looking at the stars" is at the same time Akito talking about Toya and Toya talking about Akito because Toya sing the line with the others before Akito sing a line alone

The foreshadowing is coming next line to me because...

"You, stood next to me, were so far away, I hadn't be able to see dull dreams anymore"

An sing that line... The dream they are chasing is RW... The line could refer about Nagi-san as well as Kohane considering An's mindset, the one who were once so close start to drift apart, or already leave and now her dream seems... You got me

"But I still kept on chasing your back"

Kohane finished the line and... It's just sick idk. Once again it's at the same time about how VBS feels about RAD WEEKEND right now but also about AnHane's situation and-- it's so insane guys I can't take it anymore I think I'll die soon

Ahem

"Whether I'm fake or not, looking back now, there was only blurred memories"

That line didn't make sense during Power of Unity, right after Legend Still Vivid... But now ?? Now ???

I don't even know what to say about the next part it could be interpreted in so much ways at once

I'll just say that Toya getting the line saying "Another rehash of someone else's work ?" Considering his past with classical music hit me very hard, even if I know the line is actually what people in Vivid Street said to Akito when he started

"Merciless Moonlight"

You can't analyse Gekkou without talking about the song's name, and since that line gives me the occasion... "Moonlight"

Trying to reach the moon means your objectives seems irrealistic and impossible to reach (RW)

Meanwhile, DerMond, "The Moon" in German, seems to be the name of a clothing brand in Project Sekai's world, considering it's written on the back of Toya's jacket

"Past noon when sheep-like clouds float" Kick it up a Notch!, I mentionned this already

"A nostalgic song is swaying in the wind" Nostalgia... Is it about Machi ? Vivid Old Tale ?

I'm not sure about the next lines, but they are Toya's then Akito's, and if it was also related to Walk on and On and then Find a Way Out I think I'll explode

"The word that you said to me, I've written the same thing down so I won't forget them even now"

I'm not sure myself so I'll let the line here and hope someone will be able to confirm

"My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied" +2DMV = ColorFes Akito, I said that too

The line about not looking away once you'll turn back to look after time will pass is once again hitting different after the last VBS event (Light Up The Fire, if people from the future wonder), despite also being about Akito himself

And then what can I say... I hope that they'll find their own light and keep shining bright forever once they will be able to move on from what they just learn

That feel very messy and not organized at all I'm sorry

Just go check Gekkou's translations again... There's a lot of things in the lyrics we couldn't notice before, the duality of the song is crazy... By the way, does the expression "The hidden side of the moon" exist in english ? Because it exist in French and it fit the situation too well... In several ways... Because their dream had a hidden side and the song too damn I'm tired of all of this I'm off

#project sekai #proseka #hatsune miku colorful stage #pjsk #project sekai colorful stage #projectsekai #vivid bad squad #kohane asuzawa #azusawa kohane #an shiraishi #shiraishi an #shinonome akito #akito shinonome #aoyagi touya #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #touya aoyagi #gekkou #moonlight #harumaki gohan #tatsuya kitani

[randomleafoflove]

Miscellaneous information for my Wen Xiachen AU.

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霞 – xia – red clouds 晨 – chén – morning, dawn, daybreak

霞晨 – Xiachen

为什么 – Wei Shen Me – why, for what reason (Wei Ying’s sword)

雯 – Wén – multi colored clouds, last name of Xiachen’s disciples

Fengmi – plentiful or abundant silk

Xilei – to admire thunder

Laniao - chattering bird

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Jin Laniao - mother of Wen Xiachen, concubine to Wen Ruohan, older shu sister of Jin Guangshan, died of complications during a miscarriage.

Jin Fengmi - Jin Laniao’s dowry servant, born into a long line of shu children and barely recognized as a member of the Jin clan, was almost wed to a non-cultivator but chose to disfigure herself instead, weak cultivation but manages to use hers in ways most cultivators don’t (assassin/spy)

Wen Xilei - Wen Xiachen’s guard and head of security, Wen Ruohan’s informant

A-Lin - one of the first five street kids thrown into Wen Xiachen’s isolation/sense deprivation cells, fanatically loyal

Zhao Zhuliu – 13 years older than WWX, married Wen Shao, very dry wit, extremely loyal

Wen Xiachen, shijie – 12 years older than WWX. Wen Xu almost managed to drown her just after Jin Laniao died, she was eight, he was five. Instead of death, she got the memories of a dead depressed millennial, and has been abusing the knowledge of the characters of MDZS, as well as the miscellaneous knowledge of the modern world

Wen Shao er-shijie – 11 years older than WWX – name means excellent, harmonious. Embroiders Xiachen’s clothes, married Zhao Zhuliu, pregnant with third child by canon, no humor, one of the second batch of street kids that experienced Wen Xiachen’s isolation/sense deprivation cells

Wen Tui san-shijie – 10 years older than WWX – name means to retreat, to withdraw. Cheat’s at weiqi, will have a wife at some point

Wen Pinde si-shixion – 8 years older than WWX – name means moral character. Patient until roused, extremely protective, married a mid-ranking Wen maiden

Wen Quwei wu-shijie – 7 years older than WWX – name means fun, interest, delight, taste, liking, preference. Plays every instrument, wants to figure out musical cultivation, no time for romance (ace), ran away from the brothel she was born to

Wen Zhu & Wen Ji liu-shijie and qi-shijie – 6 years older than WWX – Zhu and Ji both mean pearls. Zhu deals in poisons, Ji practices healing cultivation, their father died before they were born, they were a happy surprise to the family, hence pearls

Wen Lingchang, A-Hui ba-shixiong – 4 years older than WWX – name means live long and prosper. Sickly as a child, clumsy, knows fan dancing

Wen Wuxian, A-Ying jiu-shidi

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Jin Laniao’s dowry: Jin Fengmi, three tea farms, seven rice farms, one silk farm, a mountainous orchard, 100 cattle, 70 pigs, 40 horses, 200 chickens, 20 goats, 30 sheep, and enough jade and gold to shame an empress.

What Wen Xiachen inherited: Jin Fengmi, three tea farms, seven rice farms, one silk farm, a mountainous orchard, 60 cattle, 35 pigs, 50 horses, 170 chickens, 25 goats, 50 sheep, and enough jade and gold to shame an empress

What Wen Xiachen did with it: figured out smoked tea and bought more tea farms and a smokery, and fallow land for tree cultivation. Sent one of her “pets” to manage it, gets monthly reports. Started trying to increase the rice yield by cross breeding fat rice grain strain with numerous rice grain strain. It is slow going, but shows promise. Took one look at the silk manufacturing and commissioned a talisman that stopped live animals entering the mulberry grove to let the silkworms eat in peace. It tripled the silk output, and she buys new farms every so often. She has become the Lan sect’s main silk provider. The orchard was on the eastern end on Qinling mountain range and had mainly plum trees. Xiachen would have preferred apples or pears, but made do with plums, and started to cultivate sweeter plums. It was still a work in progress. The sheep and goats were taken to the tree cultivar areas and kept there to keep grass and hey down and to fertilize the soil, because they all had tag talismans that alerted one of the workers if they stepped outside the fenced area or were in any way injured, so there was no particular need to keep them where one could see them. And she started husbandry projects for all the animals, bigger and more milk for the cows, stronger bulls, speed and stamina for the horses rather than strength, size for the pigs and chickens, and finer hair for the sheep and goats. The tea business and silk farms were turning in a hefty profit by the time A-Ying was brought to the fold, so his impression of Xiachen’s finances is slightly screwed, she just doesn’t like shark fin and abalone and sees no point in hiring a seamstress to embroider her clothes when A-Shao would do it willingly. The chores are for character building and understanding the struggles of non-cultivators.

#fanfic #wen xiachen #wei wuxian #ocs galore #miscellanea #misc #owe it all 'verse #wen wuxian

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OC Masterlist

Wizard 101

OCs

Heather Unicornrider

Fiona Flamewalker

Jack Stormsecret

Logan Mythbuster

Sophia Magicleaf

Blake Skullrider

Sadie Balanceactor

AUs

Thomas Deatheyes (Sans)

James Winterheart (Bucky Barnes)

MLP:FIM

Next Gen

Calamity Star (Tirek x Twilight Sparkle)

Cloudberry (Fluffle Puff x Queen Chrysalis)

Dark Aura (King Sombra x Queen Chrysalis)

Double Rainbow (Fluttershy x Rainbow Dash)

Eros Heartstrings (Lyra Heartstrings x Bon Bon/Sweetie Drops)

Garnet Blossom (Diamond Tiara x Apple Bloom)

Illusion Lulamoon (Trixie Lulamoon x Starlight Glimmer)

Karaoke Melody (Sweetie Belle x Button Mash)

Knightlight Sparkle (Flash Century x Twilight Sparkle)

Lightning Bolt (Scootaloo x Rumble)

Lunar Eclipse (King Sombra x Nightmare Moon)

Meteor Shower (Flurry Heart x Galaxy Star)

Morning Shimmer (Sunset Shimmer x Twilight Sparkle)

Opera Piece (DJ Pon3/Vinyl Scratch x Octavia)

Pandora (Fluttershy x Discord)

Pink Sparkles (Pinkie Pie x Twilight Sparkle)

Primary Paints (Rainbow Dash x Twilight Sparkle)

Rainbow Cupcake (Pinkamena x Rainbow Factory Dash)

Raspberry Beret (Fleur De Lis x Fancy Pants)

Rosebud (Dr. Whooves x Roseluck)

Shadow Sparkle (Tempest Shadow x Twilight Sparkle)

Silver Wing (Sandbar x Silverstream)

Starburst Glimmer (Starlight Glimmer x Sunburst)

Strawberry Blush (Wallflower x Sunset Shimmer)

Tiger-Eye (Capper x Rarity)

Time Warp (Dr. Whooves x Muffins/Ditzy Do)

Zap Apple (Applejack x Rainbow Dash)

Species

Zelda Lumen

Alastor Lumen

Miu Pink Raingel

Milky Way Cosmals

OCs

DA Flashdrive

Pink Mic

Water Wings

SCP

Researchers

Dr. Cassie Sullivan (Researcher, Compendium: Phenomic Inquiry) B Class, Level 2

Melanie Tanner (Field Agent, Ethic's Committee Subdivision: Department of Morality) B Class, Level 3

SCPs

Experiment 0102 “King Wheatley”

SCP-7777 "Sheep Woman"

SCP-9400 “049-2, Lily”

SCP-Y33T-J

Human

Yao Manako

Kalani Emirati

Theane Rosebrook (Elder Scrolls, Bosmer/Wood Elf)

Grimder Raven-Scourge (Elder Scrolls, Nord)

Carandil (Elder Scrolls, Altmer/High Elf)

Emily Rose (Persona)

Dreamwave/Stacie Wesking (Marvel)

Fallen Angel/Marzana Hekateros  (Marvel)

Rota Ayashi (Dragon Ball)

Sophia Koralia (RWBY)

Serena Ortello (South Park)

Lola Ramm (BATIM)

Gamer Girl (Baldi’s Basics)

Popular Girl (Baldi’s Basics)

Other

Shika Ayako (Touhou)

Scrinch (Touhou)

Hjönk Hjönk (Just a goose)

Rose (Wolf)

Icesong (Warrior Cats)

Nightleaf (Warrior Cats)

Pebblestorm (Warrior Cats)

Cedarmist (Warrior Cats)

Rootpaw he's #3 (Warrior Cats)

Strawberry Cheesecake Cookie (Cookie Run)

Pink Lemonade (Cuphead)

Orange Whip (Cuphead)

Skye The Hedgehog (Sonic)

Angel The Bat (Sonic)

Bubblegum Buu (Dragon Ball)

Cloud the Sheep (BATIM)

Ariella (Undertale)

Koharu Takara (Hazbin Hotel)

Alexander Valerius (Hazbin Hotel)

Philomela Luscinia (Hazbin Hotel)

Rose the Android (Portal)

Aphrodite Core (Portal)

Fiona Fazbear (FNAF)

Bella the Bunny (FNAF)

Clyde The Rooster (FNAF)

Vixen the Pirate Fox (FNAF)

Golden Fiona (FNAF)

Righty (FNAF)

Pink Sapphire (Steven Universe)

Sunstone (Steven Universe)

Blaze (Charizard, Pokemon)

River (Vaporeon, Pokemon)

Fan Kids

Mortem (Alice x Bendy/BATIM)

Clarissa Lawrence (Cloud;Lola x Sammy/BATIM)

Nina Arc (Jaune x Pyrrha/RWBY)

Crystal Vasilias (Weiss x Neptune/RWBY)

Adrastos Ren (Nora x Lie Ren/RWBY)

Yamato Wukong (Blake x Sun/RWBY)

Diana Magne (Charlie x Alastor/Hazbin Hotel)

Maria Dust (Angel x Vaggie/Hazbin Hotel)

Valdis (Vox x Valentino/Hazbin Hotel)

Darcie, The Acrobat (Niru x Shemira/AFK Arena)

Zeus, the Thunderstorm (Lucius x Belinda/AFK Arena)

Punk Girl (Popular Girl x Rebel/Baldi’s Basics OCs)

My Version

Vanessa Zipper (FNAF)

Iris (SCP)

Allison Green (Hazbin Hotel, Alastor)

Inky (Ink Sans, Female)

Scarlet Marisa Kirisame (Touhou Lost Word)

Danganronpa

Fan Kids

DR1THH

Chouko Naegi (Kyoko x Makoto)

Shiori Togami (Toko x Byakuya)

Katsuo Owada (Mondo x Kiyotaka)

Megumi Kuwata (Leon x Sayaka)

Daikio Ikusaba (Makoto x Mukuro)

Naori Yamada (Hifumi x Celestia)

Kishima Togami (Byakuya x Celestia)

Sayuri Maizono (Makoto x Sayaka)

Sakoi Asahina (Aoi x Sakura)

DR2GD

Yoshisato Komaeda (Nagito x Hajime)

Akio Hinata (Chiaki x Hajime)

Tomoko Kuzuryu (Fuyuhiko x Peko)

Rajani Tanaka (Gundam x Sonia)

Momoka Koizumi (Mahiru x Hiyoko)

Hiroshi Mioda (Imposter x Ibuki)

Akihito Souda (Kazuichi x Mikan)

Hiroto Nidai (Akane x Nekomaru)

NDRV3

Wakana Saihara (Kaede x Shuichi)

Haruka Saihara (Kaede x Shuichi)

Hoshiko Momota (Kaito x Maki)

Takashi Momota (Kaito x Maki)

Michiko Iruma (Kiibo x Miu)

Masami Chabishira (Tenko x Himiko)

Masuyo Amami (Rantaro x Kirumi)

Connor Idabashi (Kokichi x Kiibo)

Hiroko Yumeno (Kokichi x Himiko)

UDG

Yunori Fukawa (Toko x Komaru)

Moana Asahina (Yuta x Komaru)

Multiple Games

Aki Ouma (Kokichi x Nagito)

Akari Ludenburg (Celeste x Kokichi)

Hitoyuu Kamukura (Izuru x Junko)

Luka Soda (Kazuichi x Sayaka)

Wamiko Amami (Rantaro x Mukuro)

Anime

Koharu Matsuda (Yasuke x Ryouko)

Takumi Munakata (Kyosuke x Chisa)

OCs

Yoruno Onna (Danganronpa)

Himari Ichika (Danganronpa)

Yoshiki Suzu (Danganronpa)

[yhwhrulz]

Today's Daily Encounter Tuesday, October 3, 2023

The Perfect Picture of Peace

"You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!"1

Long ago a man sought the perfect picture of peace. Not finding one that satisfied him, he announced a contest to produce this masterpiece. The challenge stirred the imagination of artists everywhere, and paintings arrived from far and wide. Finally the great day of revelation arrived. The judges uncovered one peaceful scene after another, while the viewers clapped and cheered.

The tensions grew. Only two pictures remained veiled.

As a judge pulled the cover from one, a hush fell over the crowd. A mirror-smooth lake reflected lacy, green birches under the soft blush of the evening sky. Along the grassy shore, a flock of sheep grazed undisturbed. Surely this was the winner.

The man whom was originally seeking peace uncovered the last painting himself, and the crowd gasped in surprise. Could this be peace?

A tumultuous waterfall cascaded down a rocky precipice; the crowd could almost feel its cold, penetrating spray. Stormy-gray clouds threatened to explode with lightning, wind and rain. In the midst of the thundering noises and bitter chill, a spindly tree clung to the rocks at the edge of the falls. One of its branches reached out in front of the torrential waters as if foolishly seeking to experience its full power.

A little bird had built a nest in the elbow of that branch. Content and undisturbed in her stormy surroundings, she rested on her eggs. With her eyes closed and her wings ready to cover her little ones, she manifested peace that transcends all earthly turmoil.

Peace is not the absence of storms in our lives; instead, peace is resting secure in God's arms and knowing His presence in the midst of it all. We may not always be able to escape to a place of tranquility, but we can always choose to trust the One who cares for us.

Suggested prayer: Heavenly Father, whatever the storms around me today, I ask that you help me fix my thoughts only on you and rest in your perfect peace. Thank you for caring for me, for your safety, and your great love. In Jesus' name, amen.

Isaiah 26:3 (NLT).

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[mindmushyyyy]

I had the wierdest dream

So i just got up a few hourse ago and relised that my dream are weird. i know all dreams are weird but mine are just off. I always seem to gaine a wierd amount of control and its in 3rd person. Its hard to explain. So in this dream i was litterly swaping places betwween varios chartures in a wierd life tree and became god. I just was there tryign to do waht i cant remeber then out of nowere my brain just gets frustraded becase the dream made literly no sence. So i just become a wierd half luced and then sudenly am in a weird simi conches god. Like i had no idea what was going on for some reson captin hook was riding tootheless the dragon throught the sky and random stuff. then sudelnly idecide you know what ITS TIME FOR JUSGMENT DAY. and then im in heven life tree jsut watching charturs from fandomse i was in as a kid fight about who would be juged and a wierd amount wanter to go to hell. Sans was punching out orvil. a sheep torial was just standing there in the midle omonosly. rumplestilckin from once apone a time was just fucking flying and herling random eople of the side of the clouds in littral hevan. ANd i wish I knwe what happended after that.

[sabrinalogan]

FULL NAME: Sabrina Logan NICKNAMES: Brina DATE OF BIRTH: November 3rd, 1964 ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio MAJOR: Forensic Science SEXUALITY: Bisexual BIRTH ORDER: Oldest PETS: None CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy), Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You), Quinn Fabray (Glee)

TW: Postpartum Depression, adoption trauma, stabbing

Odessa Logan had always been the black sheep of the Logan family, and for no good reason. There was something different about her, something her family couldn’t put their fingers on, but pushed them away nonetheless. So it was no shock when she turned up pregnant at seventeen, and when they found out the father was from the wrong side of the tracks. They sent her away, covered it all up, and for a short while motherhood agreed with her. 

And then she came back to Cherry, something that became her biggest regret. She wasn’t sure what it was about the town, but there seemed to be a dark cloud that followed her around- threatening to form into a tornado that would suck her right up into the darkness. She began to slip away from herself, and when she reached out to her sister, Glenda, for help- she thought she was receiving it, thought she finally had the kind of sister she’d always wanted. But Glenda only made things worse, only pushed her closer to the edge. There were days lost and sleepless nights, and the whisper that Sabrina would be better off with Glenda and her new husband, Lou. That they’d take care of her, give her a good life, things Odessa surely would never be able to provide if she couldn’t even get herself out of bed, right? Her sister waited for her to reach her lowest point and tricked her into signing the adoption papers, and before she knew it she was being kicked out onto the street without her daughter. 

So she rekindled things with Sabrina’s father and disappeared off to San Francisco, visits to her hometown few and far between. Trying to forget about it as much as Glenda was trying to erase her completely.

Sabrina’s existence wouldn’t allow that, not when she was always so much like her mother- in both looks and spirit. Maybe there was a time when things were good in the Logan household, back before Sabrina could remember, but once the twins were born everything changed. Suddenly, Glenda was making Sabrina her golden child and Sabrina was stretching herself thin to give her siblings everything their mother wouldn’t. Being the favorite wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, it was unbearable pressure and being forced to break up with West and isolation from Libby and Luca. She always felt like her siblings had a secret club she wasn’t invited to, no matter how close she wanted to feel to them. It hurt all that much worse when Luca ran off without so much as a goodbye, like a piece of her had gone with him.

It was Lou who’d accidentally led her to the adoption papers during the summer before her senior year of high school, a careless exchange that ended with Sabrina in possession of the combination to their safe. She’d gone in there to swipe a few bucks and had stumbled upon the documents, though she hadn’t been able to believe the truth until she heard it from Glenda herself. She tried to fill Sabrina’s head with all kinds of conflicting lies about her birth mother, so many that Sabrina still has no real idea of what kind of person she comes from. Then came the nights of screaming matches between mother and daughter, slamming doors, and smudged black eyeliner. Gone was the Sabrina that Glenda had created and in her place stood someone more lost than ever. 

She’d kept spiraling all the way through her Freshman year of college. It led her into the arms of then-mayor Bertram Montez, an affair that had done nothing but destroy her confidence more than it already had been. It had taken her being fucking stabbed for things to come back into perspective, for her to end things with Bertram and start to put herself back together. 

Now she’s back with West and trying to come into her own. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

#cusaintro

[cindernovadoesart]

Miraculous au but it’s my OC’s

So some of my friends may know what OC’s I’m using but I’ll give a quick summary. Also I don’t remember their heights, only one I remember and that’s it

Landon Evergreen: African American Teenager, Red eyes (contact lenses), bleached blonde hair that is curly but he uses a straightener, Main color scheme is red and black, ladybug inspired.

Crystal Evergreen: African American Adult, Dark Brown eyes, Black curly hair left half shaved, Main color scheme is deep purples, crème, and black, Butterfly inspired.

(Anime) Ace Andrews: European Adult Woman, Heterochromia 1 blueish grey eye 1 reddish brown eye, blond short hair with cherry red tips, Main color scheme reds, greens, and pinks, Old Sans OC made human.

Randal Omen: euorpean Teenager, red eyes (natural), whitish blonde hair (natural), Main color scheme Dark reds, blacks and Purples, Vampire and Witch inspired.

Benjamin Nightshade: European Adult, blue eyes, brown fluffy hair, Main color scheme baby blues and whites, Angel and Cloud inspired.

Katherine and Julia Nightshade: Twin European Teens, brown hair, gray eyes, Kat’s color scheme Purples, blacks, and silvers, Julia’s color scheme whites, golds, and yellows, Sun and Moon inspired. (Kat’s my old cringe Creepypasta oc made ex creepypasta on the run.)

Krissy Nuxie: Not fully my character, was made for me based off of me. Brown hair with a yellow stripe in her bangs, sandy colored cat ears and Tail with brown stripes. Color scheme of Greens, teals and blues.

Okay now that that’s over, in this Au they are all human so no cat ears or vampires. Crystal and Landon are the holders of the butterfly and Ladybug. Ace is the holder of the sheep, Randal the dragon, and Benjamin the dog. They are the hero group. Kat and Julia are the holders of the black cat and peacock. They are the villain twins. Krissy holds the tiger and is a anti-hero. The super names for each is Empress (Crystal), Glitchbug (Landon), Aries (Ace), Drago (Randal), Prince (Ben), Panther (Kat), Dark Angel (Julia), and Jungle Queen (Krissy)

#my ocs #original characters #miraculous au

[krause32piper]

<h1>The Animal Solar Power Tracker App Waterproof Ip66 Mini Solar Animal Gps Tracker Rf</h1>

The quiet turtle won't be at the high of everyone’s ‘to-see’ listing, but South African turtle tours are becoming a fascinating experience. The magnificent Elephant Coast in KwaZulu – Natal stretching from St Lucia to Kosi Bay is identified as ‘turtle country’. Turtles are secretive animals and are therefore not frequently sighted, Turtle excursions nevertheless, will offer you this uncommon alternative to achieve a larger understanding of these fascinating creatures up-close. The preliminary value is R17 per collar and calculations are made for a collar for each lamb on the farm. Ailsa Craig, Scotland, UK. August 2015.Seabird researchers track GPS logged Northern gannets . Two wild canine or painted wolves, Lycaon pictus one with a GPS collar, fighting in the water. These trance dances are depicted within the rock artwork left behind by the San. The shamanic figures are sometimes painted in unusual 'bending ahead' postures. These nosebleeds are depicted within the many rock paintings of trance dances. As other teams invaded the territory of the San and influenced their lifestyle, the photographs of soldiers, wagons and horses served to document historical occasions. The word '/Kaggen' may be translated as 'mantis', this led to the assumption that the San worshipped the praying mantis. However, /Kaggen is not all the time a praying mantis, because the mantis is solely one of his manifestations. Of course, different relevant sources of literature had been used to stability the discussion about the analysis problem at hand. Even when you solely use tracking gadgets for livestock to regulate your herd, new advances in this technology could make life far simpler. To start, farmers can connect electronic ID tags to every animal, making it attainable to keep track of which animals have been bought, which animals have been moved to a new location and which animals are due for a health checkup. In the past, farmers would have to color-code their tags, or maintain long spreadsheets containing this data. Now, farmers merely have to scan the tag and upload the information to the cloud to manage it. Users may even set notifications for important dates that must be remembered for every animal, corresponding to when a cow is due for a vaccine. Earlier this year, Jon Deere announced its first totally autonomous tractor at the Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas. It is designed to allow farmers to until their land autonomously and remotely. Moreover, the corporate can also be making an autonomy equipment obtainable that may rework any of its tractors right into a self-driving piece of kit guided by satellite while capturing information to ‘learn’ because it carries on. The average variety of every day messages received from collars stay the identical despite the variety of collars, which is as a end result of homogeneity of message-sending charges amongst devices. game ranger courses In addition, the depicted scenario entails that very few farmers solely rely upon agriculture for a living, but most agricultural households have a various portfolio of income sources. Livestock farming is a crucial and the largest agricultural subsector contributing more than 40% of the nationwide agricultural production value. Like the the rest of the South African agricultural sector, it includes small-scale and large-scale farmers. Livestock production is unfold throughout South Africa, however the production focus varies from province to province. Liebenberg has helped to arrange intensive tracking coaching for park rangers and is in search of cash to improve the CyberTracker software program to allow for two-way exchanges in actual time. One purpose, he says, is "so poaching syndicates can not hack in. They have cash to pay hackers to do so. The only method to get round that is to give people higher jobs." Where the sheep had been, the wealthy, moist soil was nourishing plants. Elsewhere, the ground was hard and dry, and there were naked patches between plants. This led him to appreciate that animal disturbance may benefit as properly as hurt a landscape, and that this was how wild herds of grazing animals had maintained native grasslands. With their cultures turning more into livestock farming and settlement residing, their skills utilized for his or her earlier nomadic life, corresponding to tracking, are becoming out of date. Real time monitoring of animals utilizing a UHF Transceiver which picks up UHF indicators transmitted by the collar and lets you configure settings and obtain information. If I looked proper I noticed a base station tower on one of many photos. If this system works with a base station tower I don't suppose it is a GPS system nor can or not it's used for livestock theft. In South Africa livestock thieves do not hold stolen livestock in a base station tower’s covered space. For theft, stolen livestock must be tracked with Globally Positioning System to wherever the livestock thieves take the stolen livestock both by chasing or transporting them. I would really respect it if you might give me more data in this regard. The stock thieves also reduce off stolen animals' ears if they bear the proprietor's identification marks, Malewa said. Stolen livestock consists of cattle, horses, donkeys, sheep and goats. The major purpose was a great manufacturing price per unit based upon production in excessive volumes. Various colors and material types are available to suit person necessities for this product. This is a excessive funding, but low unit cost route with good high quality and reputable elements.

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