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mikareo · 3 months

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“ ࣭⸰ ★ HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 呪術廻戦 ; gojo satoru x fem reader (1k)

⊹ ⠀⠀ valentine's day is approaching; and with a valentine comes love...or for worse...heartbreak.

contains; gojo satoru x fem reader, angst, mentions of fluff idk, there’s some swearing i think author's note; happy (almost) valentine's,, i’m projecting

1 day, 9 hours, and 47 minutes.

your last conversation wasn't anything out of the ordinary. there was no dry spell. no plateau. no failure to communicate. just you and satoru, plus the typical banter, talking about something as simple as what you were planning on making for dinner; to be more precise, what you were trying to make for dinner. you're a pretty awful cook according to him.

everything seemed to be going so well...really well...almost perfectly well— and with valentine's day right around the corner, you'd instinctively assumed that he'd ask you to be his. instinct is a difficult emotion, though. is it even an emotion? you're not quite sure, but your heart believes it is. your heart— which is practically pounding out of your chest at the current moment, stretching your skin, eager to feel the limitless fresh air and freedom that comes with floating on cloud 9— instinctively wants to believe satoru is your soulmate. you love him don't you? is the answer yes? it should be no.

you've known him for...what? four months? four months of your twenty years of life is seemingly small. that's only one point six-seven percent of your entire lifetime...one point six-seven percent of your life that you wish you could relive forevermore.

...he isn't going to text you back is he?

2 days, 2 hours, and 15 minutes.

each second passing is another flicker of hope that misses the candle wick. instead of lighting the path that leads to your eventual relationship, it lights a fire beneath your feet. your socks feel warm. there's coal beneath them. hot, burning coal withering away the sense of feel in your toes; breathing in the aroma of heartbreak until it becomes a roaring fire that consumes all of you.

why is he doing this? what did you do wrong? you haven't done anything wrong. he's just a man. a man who can't seem to stop playing with your heart.

you can hear his voice in the back of your mind. the part of your mind that connects to your heart. "can you facetime, right now? i'm having a bad day and i just want to see your face." he had to have meant that. "you don't need to apologize for talking over me, i love hearing what you have to say." a guy wouldn't just say that to say that. "don't be too hard on yourself, i know you'll figure everything out becuase you're you. you always know what to do." it couldn't have all been bullshit.

it can't have been bullshit.

because if that's all it was, then you're just a fool in love.

and fools in love are no better than clowns.

3 days, 14 hours, and 22 minutes.

you did what you hate doing. the thing that makes you want to scream into your pillow at the mere thought. the very thing that screams desperation and neediness and clinginess and insecurity all in one. you sent another message.

in the past, you've never had feelings strong enough to elicit such a response. your heart hasn't tied itself to another person's with a red satin bow. the fated string of fate hadn't found you yet. it allowed you to maintain a stable head and remain grounded with no hopes of love on your radar. you hadn't yet learned how to fly; until that day you met satoru and suddenly you had a hundred pilot lessons lined up day-after-day.

it was so easy being with him. everything was so easy.

for the first time ever you had no doubts. you weren't afraid of waking up one morning to find him gone. disappeared. nonexistent. you full-heartedly believed he'd never leave; and you believed he reciprocated those thoughts. now, though...now you may never know what bits and pieces he reciprocated— because your plane crashed. turbulence flew beneath the wings and drove the flight off course. the oxygen masks bellowed down upon the passengers, every seat being filled with your pounding heartbeats, and each and every one of them blew out of the window with no parachute. he didn't even try to cushion the fall.

4 days, 1 hour, and 39 minutes.

if there's one message you never expected to receive, it's surely 'seen 14 hours ago'.

you'd given him space and assumed he'd been busy with a million other things and hadn't had any time to send you a quick message. your last text wasn't even anything out of the ordinary, just a quick "are you okay?", you think that's pretty reasonable. it's reasonable, isn't it?

something could be seriously wrong with him. why else would he leave you on read? he's never done this before. usually, you're the one who's more distant between the two of you. that's how your relationship began, after all. he'd send five texts in comparison to your two; which later evolved into five rivaling five, and now to zero rivaling two. the scales have tipped. how do you rebalance them?

you trust satoru. there must be a perfectly good explanation for this odd irregularity that's occurring in your otherwise perfect relationship. after all, all of your friends love him— they think he's the greatest catch of the 21st century. he's never done anything in the past to warrant such strange behavior. this is simply a difficult week for him...and you'll be there whenever he's ready to vent.

5 days, 22 hours, and 7 minutes.

a broken heart isn't for the weak...but unfortunately, you're not one of the stronger warriors.

he's at another girl's birthday party. he hasn't messaged you back in almost six days...and he's with another girl? celebrating her? he could be holding her close and you wouldn't even know, because god knows he wouldn't tell you. he won't even say good morning anymore. he won't even answer your fucking three word message that you sent out of desperation and concern for his well being. instead, he's at the club with his friends, getting drunk and taking shots, having the time of his life; and you're sitting in your room watching his social media stories...believing that everything that went wrong is all your fault.

but it's not your fault.

it's not your fault you fell for someone like that.

someone like satoru gojo.

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tarotwithavi · 2 years

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footnotesaregreat · 2 months

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Hua Cheng's Simp Diaries 101

*a list of his simp moments bc you've never seen a man so deeply in love*

1. found and kept xie lian's earring from the first time they met when he was 10

2. plays with it a lot

3. kept the umbrella xie lian gave him when it was raining at his shrine

4. only ate from the offerings at the shrine when he was certain it was xie lian himself who told him to

5. was one of the few people who didn't kneel to pray to xie lian bc it was what he asked

6. he brought fresh flowers to the shrine everyday for xie lian's statue to hold

7. he tied the red string of fate on the finger xie lian had tied his own hair around to protect him in the cave

8. he turned his ashes into a ring which he gave to xie lian

9. told him it was nothing important

10. made him his reason to live because xie lian told him to

11. he built thousands of statues and shrines for xie lian

12. he challenged the 33 gods that ridiculed xie lian beat them in battle and burned down their temples *girlboss*

13. he's been drawing xie lian's picture from when he was a child from the first day that he saved him

14. made a big ass door for the shrine so it'd be better protected

15. when xie lian was blown away by the sandstorm at ban yue pass and accidentally grabbed onto him he only said: gege there you are don't fly away again

16. literally sucked venom out of xie lian's hand and then proceeded to explode the snake that stung him

17. made sure to give xie lian the ferns that did not grow with humans as fertiliser to heal his hand bc he knew he would feel bad about that

18. killed hundreds of ghosts at ban yue pass in seconds before xie lian came down there

19. protected him from the snakes leaving mu qing alone to fight them

20. taught xie lian how to play dice just to hold his hands bc the motherfucker definitely just changed the dice himself

21. he gave xie lian dice that would always bring him to xie lian as long as he wanted to see him

22. when he fought with qianqiu and accidently hurt xie lian he felt so bad

23. eming was crying actual tears

24. he came into the heavenly capital to take xie lian away immediately bc he rolled the dice he gave him and he wanted to see him

25. once he saw how much qianqiu didn’t know about the gilded banquet he took them to qi rong's lair and forced him to tell the whole story so there would be no misunderstandings

26. he built a literal temple in the ghost city for xie lian specifically for the mid autumn festival so he could "make things interesting" for xie lian's "amusement"

27. he lit up 3000 blessings lanterns for xie lian from the temple he made in the ghost city

28. spent billions in gold to get the lanterns

29. *twice*

30. he captured the fetus ghost before xie lian bc he couldn’t let him hurt himself and to do so kissed him in the pretence that they shouldn't have their mouths open

31. brought xie lian back to paradise manor and instantly made him feel so comfortable that he actually let his pain show while removing the needle he'd stepped on

32. he went to puqi village to bring xie lian’s hat back bc he mentioned it while rambling after their first kiss

33. he cleaned puqi shrine and took qi rong out of the house along with the rest of the trash

34. when he saw he xuan come in with qingxuan he threatened him bc he didn't want xie lian involved with the whole thing with he xuan and the wind and water masters

35. got his people to watch over qi rong and lowkey lang ying and guzi and also probably to look after the shrine while they would be away with qingxuan and he xuan

36. when xie lian FINALLY asked for his private communication array password his eyes legit twinkled

37. he purposefully set his password to sth very much embarrassing so that no one but xie lian would dare reach him

38. the only time xie lian actually used it himself was when he was legit imprisoned by jun wu

39. he actually found xie lian's password funny and the poor thing got the validation he wanted for his joke after 800 years of having this password

40. he constantly changed outfits to watch xie lian struggle to keep his eyes off him

41. while qingxuan was in xie lian’s body he wouldn’t hurt him so he punched he xuan into the ground to release his frustration

42. totally sailed across black water's domain with xie lian's dead body in a coffin

43. the worst suffering for him is watching his beloved get trampled and ridiculed which he experienced when xie lian descended and the people turned against him

44. also watched him get stabbed a hundred times

45. and saw him drunk in a graveyard crying and breaking down

46. he thought he hadn't won xie lian over yet but he had even though xie lian himself hadn't realised it yet

47. he made a new donation box for xie lian while shirtless and sweating even though he's a literal ghost and doesn't sweat

48. he pretended to be unconscious even though as mentioned he's a literal ghost just so he could have a laugh and totally freaked out when xie lian attempted to perform cpr *on a literal ghost*

49. proposed to xie lian and for some reason said he was kidding

50. he’d already given xie lian his ring and wore the string of fate (smooth bro)

51. built a coffin to safely cross the sea with xie lian and successfully caused him a boner (erectile dysfunction cured great success)

52. went along with xie lian to the east sea to protect him from black water but still didn't interfere with his choices

53. when xie lian did the soul switch he sucked his power from his body so that he could bring xie lian's soul back and again freaked out when xie lian kissed him to get the powers back

54. he only practices writing with a specific poem that specifically describes the specific feelings he has for xie lian

55. when he lost control of himself he *intensely* kissed xie lian and afterwards he was so worried that he had hurt him

56. he turned into lang ying even though xie lian told him to not be with eachother for now since they would both be busy

57. even though he was with him he sent the litter to carry them

58. had yin yu gather all the ghosts and the clothes while searching for the brocade immortal so that xie lian could work faster

59. he tattooed xie lian's name on his arm but his handwriting is so awful even xie lian himself couldn't tell what was written for the longest time

60. he ignored xie lian telling him to not do all the chores and did them for him while maintaining lang ying's form

61. he refused to change even when it was clear that xie lian had figured it out and was struggling to write whatever he’d asked him

62. he tried to make himself look good when xie lian asked him who is the prettiest, strongest etcetc

63. he was definitely crying tears of joy whenever xie lian picked him up and told him who cute he was

64. he shared his ✨feelings✨ about looking weaker than he is and feeling powerless

65. did not want xie lian to have to protect him but still listened to him and accepted the help

66. went with xie lian to mount tong'lu to protect him and make sure no one messed up with him

67. he told xie lian anything he wanted to know about whatever they encountered at mount tong'lu

68. he changed the bloody rain to red flower petals so he wouldn’t get xie lian wet

69. he brought him under his umbrella and shielded him from the boulders refusing to help anyone else

70. he tied THE FUCKING RED STRING OF FATE to xie lian's finger to make sure the two would always find their way back to each other

71. he quoted a line from the oldest known chinese novella literally meaning "not even death can do us part"

72. he showed xie lian what happened between yin yu and qi ying so he could better understand their situation

73. he was very ok to just hang around inside the mountain and told xie lian that if it was with him he wouldn't mind staying there

74. he heard and comforted xie lian's worries about his guoshi and told him exactly what he needed to hear

75. it later helped xie lian remain calmer when the identity of white no-face was about to be revealed

76. when the rest of their group where being loud he told them to shut the fuck up bc xie lian was sleeping

77. when pei ming was being a little shit and commented on the red string tied on their fingers he covered it with an illusion

78. then he showed it to xie lian who was worried that it was gone completely

79. he said to xie lian: "i know you can’t die, and you’re not afraid to die, but no matter how tough you are, don’t think yourself incapable of getting hurt.”

80. and: “not dying doesn’t mean not getting hurt, and it definitely doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. when you see something strange and dangerous, don’t just touch it. find me. let me take care of it.”

81. when xie lian replied with: “...you too. if there’s something dangerous, you don’t touch, i won’t touch either, alright?” he was downright giddy, giggling, eyes twinkling, hair twirling

82. he built tens of thousands of statues and painted all of his encounters with xie lian throughout the years

83. he also sculpted the two of them boning (my guy was so sexually deprived)

84. he was so so scared when they ended up in the cave bc he didn't want to make xie lian uncomfortable in any way

85. he never wanted to make any kind of move that would frighten xie lian

86. he healed xie lian's frostbite wounds that even xie lian himself hadn't noticed

87. honestly can't separate the moments at this point the man is a ball of affection

88. when xie lian hugged him and showed him that his feelings were reciprocated he said: "your highness, you really will be the death of me." BRO IS LEGIT LIVING IN A SAKUATSU FIC WHAT THE FUCK

89. his eyes would not stop twinkling the whole time xie lian held his hand

90. he was in such a good mood that he didn't even say anything *extremely* insulting to mu qing and feng xin

91. he is just a little bby

92. he loves xie lian so much

93. when xie lian asked him about his ashes he once again said that they were absolutely safe and if the place he kept them was destroyed he wouldn't want to continue existing anyway

94. he basically turned into a ghost for the sole purpose of protecting xie lian and being with him

95. he twirls his little braid and fidgets with the coral pearl from xie lian's earring

96. he KISSED xie lian before they jumped into the kiln and this time without any false pretence of "transferring powers” or performing cpr" *once again on a literal ghost*

97. his spirit stayed in the mortal realm after dying in battle for xie lian and when he saw him told him once again that he will never forget him

98. also referred to xie lian as his beloved

99. also said that he wanted to protect him

100. and that he is his most devoted believer

101. and if his beloved felt bad that he stayed to protect them he would just not tell them

102. very slay of him

103. he was still so young there i-

104. they are the death of me

105. in the form of a literal ball of ghost fire he followed xie lian and did his best to warm him up and protect him even though he couldn't do that in that form

106. when white no-face held him and forced him to stay still while people stabbed xie lian a hundred times he couldn't take it and transformed into a vengeful spirit

107. he found xie lian in yong’an and offered to fight for him again as wu ming

108. while in yong'an he protected xie lian multiple times

109. the best and most beautiful statue of xie lian he built was inside the kiln and ended up being the one that broke xie lian out thanks to the powers he’d transferred to him

110. he continues to give xie lian spiritual powers by sticking his tongue down his throat and xie lian is going for it ofc

111. sent out his people to find the humans xie lian needed for the spiritual array

112. immediately noticed someone extra joined the array and told xie lian to check it out

113. when xie lian had to go to the heavenly capital with jun wu and his guoshi he asked him for a kiss bc staying back to take care of the spirits and the people in the array was just so hard to do without

🎐🍒🔥✨gege✨🔥🍒🎐 at his side

114. when xie lian connected with him through the spiritual communication array he instantly knew sth was wrong bc xie lian would never say his password unless it was an emergency

115. he gave qingxuan spiritual powers to have a way to connect with xie lian and sent help immediately

116. came to the heavenly capital despite knowing that jun wu would find him

117. talked with xie lian's guoshi and even spoke respectfully to him *mostly*

118. he sent he xuan to the array to give qingxuan his fan and transfer powers maybe bc xie lian cares for him or maybe bc he tolerates qingxuan *guess we’ll never know*

119. let's be honest from this point on, even more than the rest, every moment should be added

120. the man is a ball of love

121. he quoted himself while he was evaporating into butterflies because he's just such a poet and a romantic

122. he dies 3 times for xie lian

123. three

124. separate

125. times

126. he came back on the same day they first met

127. he lit another 3000 blessing lanterns for xie lian

128. "they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. this time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace."

129. he turned puqi shrine into a gay monument to xie lian

130. he left an essence of evil inside xie lian *successfuly caused mu qing and feng xin strokes*

131. he asks xie lian to call him 🧧🥟🗡️✨san lang✨🗡️🥟🧧 bc it means husband so xie lian has been calling him his husband all along

132. he got spoiled by xie lian and tried to bone every chance he got *fair*

133. when someone goes to pray to either one of them, for the prayers to be successful they must pray to both of them *together*

134. treated xie lian to yuanxiao and he finally remembered how it tasted after 800 years

135. he was definitely shaking from happiness when the answers to the riddles from the ghosts wrote "my husband is hua cheng" *even though the ghosts didn't know grammar*

136. when xie lian temporarily lost his memories he followed him everywhere to keep an eye on him

137. it's implied that mu qing and feng xin found him to tell him the situation with xie lian and then he went to find him so maybe he trusts them more now

138. he immediately sent yin yu to capture the creature that ate xie lian's memories

139. he loved every second of making fun of him

140. he made xie lian call him 🧧🥟🗡️✨gege✨🗡️🥟🧧

141. you bet his eye was twinkling the whole time

142. eming is used to taking baths with xie lian but when he went to him while he didn't have his memories hua cheng slapped it *save eming*

143. when he got sick he didn't want xie lian to have to take care of him but they talked about it and agreed to let the other take care of them whenever they needed it

144. when the whole fiasco with xie lian’s statues happened they made statues of hua cheng to keep them company

145. he has given up on learning calligraphy since he can just turn xie lian on and he forgets about everything

146. no one is doing it like them

147. hua cheng is insane for all of this

148. and very valid bc xie lian is gorgeous

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xactodreams · 8 months

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Supercorp Fic Recs

for the anon who asked me for fic recs—

first let me shamelessly self promote a fic a very dear friend of mine wrote, whom I collaborated with to format into an actual CatCo magazine. (that I totally printed out and got Katie to sign)

Her Brother's Keeper by ProfessorSpork

A CatCo Magazine exclusive by Kara Danvers Photos by James Olsen

Chapters: 3/3 Words: 7,910

(artwork is chapter 3)

Completed works I’ve read more than once

A Ribbon at a Time by abcooper After Lex Luthor defeated Superman, after the courts declared him innocent, after CADMUS rose to power, 16 year old Kara Danvers went into hiding. Five years later, a chance encounter with L-Corp CEO Lena Luthor throws her back into everything she's been running from.

Chapters: 5/5 Words: 27,929

We Need a New Song by uhpockuhlipz the ballet AU that's mostly not actually about ballet.

Chapters: 17/17 Words: 70,495

The Laws of Fate by sten06 A soulmate story with a twist. Lena has the ability to see the red string of fate, and the power to change it from one holder to another. She meets her match, after years of pining, but she's left having to make an agonizing decision.

Chapters: 7/7 Words: 85,760

Supergirl In Training by wtfoctagon Lena Luthor doesn't plan to have any kids. Or to get married, even, really. After the revelation that she is actually of Luthor blood after all, she's quite set on ending the family line with her and not taking the risk of any more drama.

Then Lorelai L. Danvers crashes into her life, claiming to be her seventeen year old daughter from the future.

Chapters: 19/19 Words: 71,381

listen closely and the stars will sing by celaenos Lena casts her mind around for the last time she felt this unmoored, this off-balance, by a woman, and can't come up with anything. Kara Danvers is unlike anybody that Lena has ever met; the sweetest, bubbliest person Lena’s yet to come across, and simultaneously one of the saddest, who is probably lying to everyone that she meets. It’s an impossible contradiction to wrap your head around, and Lena should probably stop hiding in this bathroom and trying.

(Or, Kara and Lena get parent-trapped into a relationship by a goofy little alien.)

Chapters: 14/14 Words: 118,667

The Fifth Wall by Black_Tea_and_Bones Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor.

But it isn't Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby... Right?

Chapters: 29/29 Words: 109,273

Something Borrowed by janewithawhy Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Three weddings and the two women who attend them.

Chapters: 3/3 Words: 49,473

An Ocean of Fire by IcarusAndHerSun Medieval AU

Kara Zor-El, princess of Krypton, was a prisoner – and she was scheduled to become a martyr.

Chapters: 47/47 Words: 139,568

leave tomorrow behind (series) by Jazzfordshire Kara is a sexless housewife in 1969, feeling trapped and not knowing why. But when mysterious, kind-hearted Lena Luthor moves in next door, hosting swinger’s parties but ignoring the men, Kara’s whole world shifts on its axis.

Works: 2 Words: 53,961

there's a big old moon shining down at night by Jazzfordshire Needing to get away from the stress of her job for a few months, Lena buys a summer lake house in the most remote town she can find. She fully intends on keeping to herself, resting, and interacting as little as possible with the local colour.

That is until her car breaks down, and the town mechanic happens to be the hottest woman she’s ever seen.

Chapters: 7/7 Words: 71,987

run the red out by searidings red daughter is dead, yes, but she's not gone. not really. kara (and lena) have to come to terms with what that means.

Chapters: 4/4 Words: 69,797

you and me (and you makes three) by searidings fourteen-year-old kara shows up in present-day lena's office. things go about as well as could be expected.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 10,478

i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day by robie In which Kara is a whole entire idiot, Alex is a permanent mood, and Lena is just glad Kara is there for her, as her fake wife, while she recovers from another quarterly attempt on her life.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 6,400

let all your damage damage me by searidings after the horror of the phantom zone, lena helps kara heal however she can.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 25,169

WIPs I’m Currently Obsessed With

Evil by Marieke_things_dreams_and_stuff Following the 100th episode of Supergirl, Metallo Lena crosses universes and ends up at LuthorCorp, set on getting her revenge on Supergirl. Kara not only has to deal with someone trying to kill her again, she also has to explain to her best friend why and how her carbon-copy is walking around LuthorCorp, and has to keep her sister from actually killing the Other Lena.

And why is it easier to talk to the Other Lena who wants to kill her than it is to talk to her actual best friend?

Chapters: 14/15 Words: 168,305

Queen Of The Damned by JadedLover The medieval supercorp zombie AU

Chapters 9/10 Words: 51,236

Honorable Mentions

with the birds i'll share this lonely view by searidings something terrible happens at mount norquay. kara and lena have to try to pick up the pieces.

Chapters: 3/3 Words: 41,713

don't go slow 'cause you're gonna be someone by robie The Wedding Date AU, inspired by the movie

Chapters: 6/6 Words: 59,904

is it gravity (or are we fallin' in love?) by coffeeshib Kara isn’t dating. Lena isn’t dating. Kara and Lena try not dating each other. Even if the lines start to blur a little. Even if they do the most girlfriend things.

They won’t date.

They won’t.

Chapters: 13/13 Words: 151,305

The Power of Deliverance by sten06 Kara as Persephone and Lena as Hades ;)

Chapters: 12/12 Words: 178,370

pour me a drink by lunchables a celebrity/bartender au

Chapters: 24/24 Words: 277,261

#supergirl #supercorp #fic rec

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Bright future goes on

Sobbing echoed off each podium with red shinning out to light the room.

"Why them," A boy wept, "I don't understand."

The screens had his icon crossed out. Those that remained where killed all from a mistake. He knew so! He shouldn't have lived! He was the one who fell into despair!

"You should've executed me instead!"

His scream fell with gravity, into the void.

"Agh, geez." Off and on the past month Amari delt with these random headaches. All he could do was wait them out for a short time till the pain wavers.

Out off all the times he couldn't afford wasting time it just had to be on maintaining the school's gardens and lawns. We all can't win time from time. It wasn't like much was going to stop him from his usual jobs; all was all either or not.

"Almost done here. Just a few more flowers to plant."

"Hey little bro!" The gardener turned his head to see a fellow reserved course student walking up with his hand in the air.

He's one of his close friends from childhood. Wasn't the best time but, it worked out for them.

"Hey there pal. You need anything?" Amari asked.

"Just wondering if you're going to be available this evening? I need some help." He already knew just by his voice what it was.

"What's with that look?"

"Let me guess; you didn't study again Nakano?"

Nakano sighs, "Please help me."

"Alright, wait at our usual spot; there's only two more flowers left to plant."

Nakano bolted off to the school's gate leaving Amari alone. Alas, much to his intuition, he wasn't alone per se. A girl watched him from above. Dead navy eyes who knew yet never knew the gardener completely.

Amari kept his attention on his flowers. Nothing too impressive or new to watch from her protective. She left from her spot going on to handle something Mistress had commanded of her.

"Last one." A blue poppy flower was put into its new home. Gently patting down to fill the small gaps left behind, "There we go."

He took off his personal gardening gloves, putting them in his back pocket. Amari went to the school gates with a pair of eyes watching them.

"Let's mosey on."

Nakano looked over at a tree to find no one in view. He surly saw some girl peeking out. Oh well-

"Nakano!"

"Sorry sorry!" He left in a hurry.

A strange giggled came from behind said tree, "Master is here. Just like Mistress told."

All she had to do was keep track till the day arrives. Distance and out of sight, out of mind will help her in the short term.

'!' The girl stepped on a pair of gardening gloves, 'He dropped these. Luck is turning up!' She tucked them away in her small purse.

She halted her previous mission for now. Now she was wondering amongst living strangers living their own worlds. Each one an ant going to anthills in her disconnected world.

No amount of luck would shield her looks, smell, and constant force playing her strings.

'To the apartment and ready up for another day.' Kido stood at her usual train stop.

Her phone buzzed to life only to quiet once answered, " 8 5 12 12 15!"

"1 8, 1 12 12 9 19 7 15 1 14 7 7 15 15 4. 7 15 20 13 1 19 20 5 18' 19 7 12 15 22 5 19."

Kido giggled then hung up, "Looks like the plan has changed. Got to get some other things done first."

Her crooked lips formed more of a smirk than a smile.

Just what was being said? You had no clue. All you could tell was it looked sinister.

Approach her or not is up to you; your fate is sealed by death no matter your option.

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@y0u-f4il3d-m3 @fugitive-detective @human-monokuma @mikado-sannoji and anyone else.

#domino effect

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To Be Brand New: Chapter 14 is up!

Check out all the art by @fishfingersandscarves

To Be Brand New || Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling || Explicit || 14/25 || 76,832 words

Book 7: Brief Lives (The Sandman), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, at least during this story, Age Regression/De-Aging, Slow Burn, like the slowest burn, Like One of Them Is A Pre-Sexual Child for the First 100K, What If The Red String Of Fate Was Also A Toddler Leash, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Protective Hob Gadling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Sharing a Bed, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Illnesses, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Not Exactly Loss of Virginity But Kinda?, Implied/Referenced Monsterfucking, Happy Ending

On a rainy day in the Dreaming, Dream of the Endless watches the dreamfolk doting on Daniel Hall, and wishes he could be someone small enough to be loved. Hob Gadling has waited a long time for a chance to be closer to his stranger. This isn’t the way he ever imagined it happening, but he does love nothing better than being surprised.

Chapter 14: "Do you like it?" Dream asked.

[Go straight to Chapter 14 here!]

#the sandman #dreamling #fic #to be brand new #smol dream #de-aged dream #lucienne the librarian

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shadowdoodle · 6 months

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Theory Time

Warning spoilers ahead for the lore streams on October 13 and 14 be warned.

Also this will be a long post TLDR will be at the bottom.

Potential TW

kidnapping, talks of death, religious imagery? experimentation

If I missed any do be sure to let me know.

So the past few day two thing have been going through my head about what we learned, and for now all I can say is that what I am talking about now it mere speculation on some of the missing pieces. I'm essentially placing news paper clipping and a red string on a corkboard.

And the two things that has been playing on repeat are, why was Marnie turned to stone away from all the corruption, and why did they need seven more pirates if it only took one to weaken Ivy? And the only explanations that I have at the moment aren't very good for anyone involved.

From what we've seen from Monkey Island and the floating island and even the sunken city in the whirlpool is that a light beam will connect to the main source of corruption, whether it is to contain or petrify it, a beam is usually connected to it. The only case of there being no beam was in the case of the Corruption Island and Guqqie but even then what we could tell there was a temple that could have changed how the corruption and petrifaction interacted. But Marnie who was simply in a cave away from corruption had no beam simply just turned to stone for seemingly no reason. But what if there was a reason. What if she was turned to stone as an experiment. An experiment to be able to petrification ritual thing without an altar or temple. We already know that the pirates never trusted the cultist after they took Guqqie. They could have simply turned a Pirate to stone in the whirlpool and weakened Ivy right then and there. But they didn't and they probably couldn't. At the time. But after what happened with Marnie, they could.

And then there is the seven yoinked pirates. (First off I know things are planned out the way that they are to add drama, but lets acknowledge how grim the pirates fates could have been if one, the cultists either taken all four pirates or only two went and got snatched. No one would have known the place of the crystal island and the pirates would have been taken to the cultists main base of operation without anyone knowing otherwise.) Any way back to the pirates. Why seven? I mean in the case of the floating island it only took one person. Hook. It only took Hook to petrify the corruption and weaken Ivy. So what did they need the others for? Something tells me they where going to be sacrificed to return the "purity" of the corrupted islands. Or maybe just maybe it could relate to Ivy. What ever it could be I can't even begin to try to theorize what it could be but, what ever it was might have been our favorite pirates doom. But for now we have no idea why they need so many, all we know is that they were sacrifices.

One thing I need to note are the different ways that the corruption has been contained or petrified.

First Corruption Island. Guqqie was taken to a temple and turned to stone to purify the island. We don't know if she was enough of a sacrifice to cure the whole island or not. This one is honestly the one wee know the least about.

Monkey Island. There was a small little altar/pedestal where Dai was petrified. A beam of light was connected to the small corruption tendril

Floating Island. Hook was turned to stone via magic? to petrify the corruption and weaken Ivy. A beam of light was attached where Ivy stood before being taken away.

Sunken City. Several beams of light where attached to crystals and Ivy. It did not petrify the corruption only contained it. Meaning people most likely need to be sacrificed to petrify the corruption.

TL;DR

Marnie might have been turned to stone to be able to do it remotely. And the cultists, we have no idea why they need seven when it only took one to weaken Ivy.

If you have anything to add or if there was I missed be sure to comment so. Also feel free to leave your own theories I have Pirates smp brain rot and am currently foaming at the mouth to learn or speculate more.

#pirates smp #scurvyblr #I would lose my mind if I actually guessed any of this right

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extraordinarilyextreme · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

tagged by @bbcphile～ thank you my dear 🫶

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

30 right now～ what a nice number!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

363,479!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so many, lol. right now, i'm actively writing for LHL and YRZX (and a bit LZTJ), but i previously wrote a lot for QYJ, CHSSN, and DMBJ.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

may we tie our hearts together again ⚫️⚪️ QingYa

9k, red string AU, canon + post-canon

NOTICE: Seeking Marriage Partner 💙💚 PingXie

5k, post-canon

青山仍在 | as long as the green hills remain 🪷🐕 HuaFang

7k, post-canon fix-it

but ask for no regrets 💙💚 PingXie

5k, canon-compliant N+1 things

a ghost walks into a soldier's house 💙🤍 SuiTang | 🖤💚 WeiLan

16k, crossover + crack treated seriously

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try my best to, but for various reasons comments will accumulate in my inbox and i might not respond to them until even a year later. but please believe me, i do read every single one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i write a lot of HEs... perhaps only an echo, since the entire premise of that (unfinished) series is an AU where Wu Xie isn't there to fulfill his ten-year promise with Xiaoge. rather than angsty endings, i write more angsty stories? in which case, the angstiest might be 千里自同风 | no distance too great as a canon-compliant post-canon fic that follows Fang Duobing's journey of grief. (but i don't think the ending of that is sad, tbh.) alternatively, 飞蛾扑火 | for you, i'll gladly burn is another contender given Shen Yi's big reveal in the last chapter (but also don't think the ending is sad). 红尘似水，万事入歌 | the world becomes song is pretty sad too if only because we the readers know the characters' fates in canon.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

honestly, i think most of my fics are HEs. or if not "happy," comforting for sure. most of my fics end with a promise to be together, to spend an ordinary life together, to have the chance to be in the moment together. it might not be super, like, grand or dramatic or anything - but i genuinely think all my fics have peaceful endings. so take your pick, peruse my works～

8. Do you get hate on fics?

rarely, and the few times that i have, i've simply deleted them.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

nope. i don't know how to, LOL

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i have a guilty pleasure of writing crossovers, lol. i think they're all kinda wild:

a ghost walks into a soldier's house

镇魂 Guardian & 成化十四年 The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty

do not speak as loud as my heart

盗墓笔记 The Grave Robbers' Chronicles & 镇魂 Guardian

红尘似水，万事入歌 | the world becomes song

鬓边不是海棠红 Winter Begonia & 老九门 Mystic Nine

懷月夢 | on the summit, sun and snow

三生三世枕上书 Eternal Love of Dream & 封神演义 The Investiture of The Gods

照猫画狐 | tracing a cat to draw a fox

猎罪图鉴 Under the Skin & 无眠之境 Desire Catcher

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of. don't steal my fics.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! 此生如梦 | this life, a dream was tl'ed into Russian～

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes～ @naiwong-bao and i somehow churned out the 111k monster that was 懷月夢 | on the summit, sun and snow. to this day, i have no idea how we did that, LOL

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

impossible for me to choose～ recency bias will suggest 🦊🐼 青也, 🪷🐕 花方, and 🎨🔍 城心城翊 though～

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

my 往前走莫回呀头 | go forward and don't look back series 🥹 i had two more parts planned originally after Xiuxiu's POV... one was Liu Sang, the other was Xiaoge. (there was an undetermined Bai Haotian POV fic too.) i also definitely won't be finishing the sound of snowfall (and don't want to LOL)

16. What are your writing strengths?

atmosphere and rhythm, i think. maybe because i used to write a lot of poetry? i also have faith in my world-building (bc i do a LOT of research) and dialogue. in terms of tropes, it must undoubtedly be hurt/comfort.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i'm not good at writing fight/action scenes (probably another reason why i literally cannot write smut). i also don't think i'm super great at description, but i think i've been improving.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

this is an interesting question because i actually write all my dialogue in Chinese first and then tl it to English since i pretty exclusively write for c-media now 😆 i like that a lot bc i think it helps me to more accurately characterize these ppl - but also it sucks tremendously when English is just the ugliest-sounding language in the world, LOL. (i always think my original Chinese dialogue is prettier and has more depth～)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the first fandom i posted fic on AO3 for was Good Omens: i love(d) you. but in my life, it was probably like... Warriors (yes, the cats) or Shugo Chara..? idk, or maybe Case Closed (still love that series despite how insufferably long it's gotten).

20. Favorite fic you've written?

only children need to choose; adults can have everything～

tagging: @rongzhi, @elenothar, @difeisheng, @asterdust, @willowcatkinblossom, @starlitwishforu, @tunnelofdusk

#tagged #answered #mine #my writing #i dont remember what my system was for these #i tagged seven people for my bday but~ if you see this on ur dash THEN YOU ARE TAGGED!!!!!!!

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rulersreachf4n · 5 months

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MASTERPOST: FANFICS

Everyone Wants To Rule The World by Srae13

Mikey-centric post movie angst (20/?)

We’ll Meet Again Soon by chiangyorange

Future!Leo goes back to the past and you know what? With the power of "fuck this, fuck you, I do what I want", his family does so too (21/?)

The Moods Surrounding Blue by Averie_sol

Leo thinks hes some horrible manipulative fuck up in this fan fic of i take some of my personal experiences, wildly let it take a turn, spin it so leo mayhaps has BPD, totally has PTSD, depression anxiety, etcetera etcetera (because theres totally a universe where hes borderline) and let the angst begin because he has seventy thousand different mental issues (27/?)

Three-Sided Coin by Willow Wept

A highly self-indulgent fic where I put Leo, Future!Leo, and TurtleTot!Leo in the same room until they hug (8/?)

In The Bat Of An Eye by criscris

After getting out of the prison dimension Leo notice something really weird is going on with him and his ancestors help him out. Keep in mind that red eared sliders have this thing that they do and they feel the vibrations to know whats going on, Leo has that but times that by ten (10/?)

Dangerously Yours by xquseme

A life-changing event doesn’t have to occur through the endangerment of one’s livelihood, or through placing another’s trust at stake. It could start off with an accidental shoulder brush. Leo was going to strangle that samurai the next time he sees him (5/?)

I May Be Invisible But I Still Look Good by Danny

Leo is cursed by a mystic whatever thingy. But don't worry guys, he's totally got this! Getting back into his body? Easy peasy. (He hopes it will be easy peasy.) (16/17)

StarBlind by WeirdNCrazy

There was a lot of mutagen and other sharp objects being dangerously launched around as Baron Draxum lair got destroyed. What would happen if some of that got into a certain Red Eared Slider eyes? Well it would make for one blind turtle and an interesting shift from canon that what it would be! (35/?)

Deep Purple Thoughts And Realizations by NightFox 5/?

The Neon Void by sugarpastels (17/26)

Unwanted Emotional Feedback by MonkeyMindScream 9/?

Where The Stars Show Us The Inevitable by Surmie 32/?

‘Cause Blue’s Your Favorite Color by CrypticPaw 8/10

In Sickness And In Health by Screwed_up_Screwball 10/?

Slipped Between Broken Fingers by Screwed_up_Screwball 3/4

Unforgotten Beast by bing_bongwater 6/?

Wrapped In Regret by Spooky_Vanilla 8/9

Blood Is Thicker Than Ooze by linkymew 27/?

Please Save Me by Madhero_IsWriting 5/?

For Leo’s Sake by leosmasktails 4/?

As Fate Would Have It by Viveela 8/10

Sons Of Big Mama by GingerNobody 3/?

Spider’s Web With Strings Attached by CurlySwirly 19/?

The Last Grain of Sand In The Hourglass by TjLockticon 15/21

We’ll Meet Again Soon by chiangyorange 21/?

Muted Scales by Krazykoon 3/?

Like father like son by eternalglitch 26/?

Call Me Hear And I Will Appear by rbt_lvr 22/?

The Aftermath by starrcossrose 20/?

When Life Hits You by ThulianSins 5/?

A Thousand Miles Apart by hellofever 14/18

Blood Sacrifice by tei_to_tei 17/?

We Are Infinite by Celestron_oOo 31/?

Don’t Hiss Me Off by LuckydrawR 13/?

Wake Me Up When It’s All Over by thatpanguy 6/?

Fuck It We Barn by butterfilledpockets 13/?

You Are My Comfort by yris_latteyi 22/27

Worlds Apart by ash_kunoichi1925 51/?

His Smile Never Wavered by Br0ken B0nes 11/?

Life Transitions by purplefuzzysocks 31/?

The Glass Pawn by I_Logiphile 8/11

Prolonged Agony by TheArchetypeArchives 31/?

We'll Meet Again Soon by chiangyorange 21/?

In The Bat Of An Eye by criscris (10/?)

Dangerously Yours by xquseme 5/?

The same little faces 8/?

Emphaty Amplified odd man out

B.E.A.S.T

Every Night the Longest Day

Where in the World is Neon Leon?

Tales of the Spirits

In Which Donnie and Leo Make

Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an

NYC That Isn't Even Their Own

Mystic Hands

Eldest Brother

Mutants Ninja Midlife Crisis

The Jersey Incident

The Call Back Home

Singing An Addolorato

The question is violence and the answer is pizza

We'll Meet Again Soon

Dagger from the Mirror

In Sickness And In Health 10/?

My rival is the waiter

Aftermath ItsJustKade

Trial and error

Cracks in the facade

Trust you enough to fall asleep

Unmaking

My Life Their Story

Little solider boy comes marching home

#masterpost #fanfic

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awkwardgtace · 10 months

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Destruction and Hero

hey hey day 14 Instrument!!

Melody was given a role she hates, but when the one she's waiting for shows up will she be ready?

Destruction and Hero

Melody hated how her life had turned out. She always loved music, anything about it. There were so many times she’d try singing or playing an instrument. Just as many she was told to stop, it wasn’t allowed. Now she was stranded alone with everything she’d always wanted to try because she was something bad. An instrument of destruction, while her brother was meant to be salvation.

She turned to look at the tower Caprice sat in. He was some prize for whoever she’d attempt to stop. It was her role in the fate of some damned hero. A hero she wanted nothing to do with. How was a person supposed to be a prize anyway? They couldn’t just drop her brother in a pocket and leave.

As angry as it made her, a part of her couldn’t stop from running her hands over the instruments. Each one made such a beautiful sound. From where she stood she couldn’t see Caprice, but hoped the sounds made him smile. He used to sneak around with her into all the places they weren’t allowed. Where she’d play on the instruments out of tune most of the time. Even sing where they were hidden. Whenever she sang they got caught, neither made that connection for so long.

Melody walked in a circle. Strumming the strings of a harp. Pressing the keys of a piano. Tapping her fingers on a drum. Each note changed the world around her. A storm brewed not far from her place. Thunder crashed as she hit the drums. Rain spilled as the piano cheered. When she grabbed a violin the storm cleared. She took a deep breath, holding the violin to her chin. She pricked notes she never learned to make a somber song.

All around nature answered. Animals cried with her music. Rain began pelting the world, somehow just below her. Clouds covered the forest, but she kept playing. If this is what her life was meant to be, who she was meant to be, then she’d live it. Her cheeks grew damp as she hit a crescendo, lightning striking a tall tree. The bright red of fire made her stop.

The violin fell from her hands as she ran to the harp. When she played it before the storm brewed calmly. She tried to focus the storm, relieved as the bright orange glow died. She hated herself. That this was what she did. She fell to her knees as the fire finally died and stared at the now fading clouds. The truth in front of her made her pain switch to anger.

Melody screamed, running to the drums she’d ignored. She continued to scream as she slammed her hands on the drum. It felt like the entire world started to shake as her hands continued to pound. Beat after beat the entire world shook. She only screamed louder as it started to drown her out. She hated this life, hated what she was, hated what she had to do.

Who cares about some hero? Who cares about some stupid fate?! She wanted to live a life she controlled. Not one where she’s some villain to be slain. As her slams grew in speed, so did the shaking around her. She’d make the hero realize how much she hurt. If all she existed for was to be a villain she’d be a good villain. She’d make the hero struggle so that when they finally met her brother they’d question their choices. Question this blind fate they followed.

All too soon her screams died out. Her energy fell away, but the shaking she caused continued. She knew it would stop soon, eventually she’d be back to silence. Then she’d never touch the instruments again. The shaking grew stronger, booms that were the wrong kind of rhythmic. Maybe she’d caused some horrible event. Then she’d at least feel like a villain.

The rhythmic shaking and loud crashes ended. She shivered, something had managed to take away her sun. Melody looked up, slowly opening her eyes and screamed.

Above her were striking eyes of blue, a different shade of blue hair strands fell towards her. She scrambled to her feet, this wasn't what her music should have brought to her. She didn’t have anywhere to go. The place they left her was sheer, it was part of the challenge for the hero. She was meant to die here and now… now she would.

“Hey,” the monster above her whispered. Tears fell from her eyes and she tried to swallow her screams. It wouldn’t matter. “Was that you? The drumming I mean.”

Melody didn’t know how to answer. This was another monster for the hero maybe. She slowly managed to climb to her feet. The towering man backed away as she stood, only to reveal how much he’d bent over. Her awful perch barely reached his knees. Which was made worse when the man crouched to see her.

“Uh, I have kind of a weird question, but are you the mark of salvation?” he asked. Melody’s heart shattered. They were supposed to have months before the hero arrived. Time to learn what they were, their roles. She certainly hadn’t accepted her fate, Caprice accepting it seemed even less likely.

She took a deep breath and walked to the violin. The man didn’t stop her, didn’t seem to care. She lifted it to her chin again. She glared at him, ignoring the hope in his eyes, hope that didn’t belong. All of this was worse than she could have imagined. Not only was she a villain for a hero, it was a human hero. Caprice really would just be dropped in a pocket and taken far far away.

“No, I’m not,” she said. Her voice sounded foreign to her ears. Stronger than she could have ever expected. Ready for what was to come, ready to die. Her heart pounded in her ears as she held the bow at the ready. This is where things changed, where this monster would crush her. There was no way her actions would do anything here, she could never stop a human. Some destruction she was. “I’m the instrument of destruction.”

Melody moved quickly, strumming another song she’d never known before. Wind blew past her, stronger than any she’d kept her footing in before. It continued to blow and she watched the strands of strange blue get pushed back. The human covered his face as the wind became fiercer.

Melody felt a sharp pain on her skin as the wind blew. She took a second to look down, finding cuts all along her body. The wind had become a knife, a knife she had every intention to use. A renewed vigor entered her playing, the wind grew icy. She felt the winds attacking her and watched them attack the human. His hands covered his face, it was the best she could hope to have in this matter.

“Hey!” he shouted.

The volume hurt her ears, but she kept playing. She took a step forward and the wind grew even stronger. The human crashed back off his knees. Sitting on the ground did nothing to make her feel better. She added a somber hum to her attack against the human. He started to fight the biting wind, moving to lean over her. She tightened her hold on the violin.

Melody closed her eyes, she didn’t want to see anymore. Soon enough the human would find a way around her attack. He’d crush her and, just like those who left her out here wanted, take her brother to save the world. Her hum and playing both turned frantic as the wind around her changed. The human’s hands had to be close.

The pricks of ice on her own skin died out. She tried to do something to make it worse, stronger. She added words to her song, words in a language she’d never heard. A language of death and pain. The wind couldn’t reach her anymore, she heard the human growling. Humans growled, at least she was pretty sure they did. Either way it wouldn’t be much longer before he did what heroes do. Defeat a villain.

As the cacophony of pain entered her playing fingers pressed down on the bow. Her hands were trapped beneath the muscles and skin of a human. He’d crush her violin, silence her forever. The hero would just have another victory under his belt. She’d be forgotten by all except Caprice. He might forget her too, she was just the foil for him.

“Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you. Can you tell me your name?” he asked. Melody glared at him.

“The hero doesn’t need the name of a villain he’ll kill,” she hissed. The fingers didn’t move, but the hand behind her did. It came closer until her back was flush against it, the fingers began to curl in. She couldn’t make herself scream as he did so. It was what she wanted, what was expected. Killed by the hero. Although she thought she’d be able to stare at them and feel like an equal.

The fingers stopped against her chest. A firm grip that was going to be the last she felt. All her strength left as her feet left the earth. Her stomach dropped, she’d never done well with heights. This place was no different. The whole of her body crawled with the fear of the ground below her. Falling wasn’t how she wanted to die.

The fingers in front of her left, the violin and bow falling from her own relaxed hands. It took everything in her not to try and see the fate it took. She snapped her eyes closed again, waiting for the end. An end that continued to elude her as a soft surface came up beneath her. As the fingers around her started to loosen, her feet sunk into the surface.

When he fully let her go she fell forward. Her hands met skin and she recoiled. This wasn’t just something soft, it was his hand. Looking up, his eyes were right above her. She scrambled back, hitting the logs of his fingers. They curled over her, but it only made it worse. She wanted to fight, but she knew how it would end. No matter what her fate would end as the hero’s victim.

“Can we talk?” he said. Once more his voice made her shiver. There was nothing that could help her feel calm at this time. Melody shook her head. The human brought his other hand to his face. She watched him lean into it, unsure what his plan was. “Can you tell me what you are?”

“I,” Melody coughed, her voice was too quiet now. “I told you. The instrument of-”

“Not that. I don’t care about that. I mean what you really are. I mean I’m a human, what are you?”

“Does it matter? You’re here to kill me and take my br- the mark of salvation.” She prayed he hadn’t noticed her slip up. If the hero knew his prize was related to her… she didn’t want to imagine those things. The human sighed, her hair was blown back.

“It matters because I’m not going to kill you. I don’t care what some prophecy says. As far as I could tell on my way here you weren’t blindly causing trouble… You put out the fire you started.”

“It’s not like it would hurt a human anyway. Why would a human hero care of the danger I pose?”

“Of course you could do more, it’s not like it was easy to reach you. I don’t know what you did before I found you, but I could barely walk, the ground kept changing. Then the wind,” he held his hand up.

She could see the slowly healing marks she’d caused. Damaged from only a few seconds ago that was already almost gone. There was no hope for her to get out of this. The image of the human in front of her slowly blurred until finally hot tears rolled down her face. The hand she was on moved quickly, too quickly. She was held right in front of the too blue eyes.

“Wait, no please don’t cry. I’m not mad. I don’t care. I mean you think I’m gonna kill you, I kind of expect you to attack me then,” he laughed. The laughter didn’t help. She started rubbing at her eyes, but a massive finger stopped her. It made her look at him and the thing keeping her silent finally cracked.

“I hate you!” She screamed. “All my life I wanted to play music or sing, then I find out no one would let me because I’m some villain in the hero’s story. I’m just here to give you a challenge before you take my brother to who knows where and either leave me to die or kill me yourself!”

“I-”

“Then here I am with the only things I’ve wanted to explore and I’m just supposed to cause trouble!? I’m supposed to kill and maim so that you don’t feel bad for killing me. So my brother thinks you were right and doesn’t blame you. I’m some cursed sacrifice for your journey.”

“That’s-”

“I’ve never once thought of a hero. What they meant who they could be. I never wanted to be special or unique. I wanted to live my life how I wanted and all I’m told is go fulfill some prophecy that was told the night my brother and I were born. And make sure not to make the hero pity you because we won’t take you back even if you somehow survive!”

“How-”

“Then you actually show up. Early of course, I’ve been here for a few months at most! Alone the whole time! Then you aren’t even a sprite or something normal! You’re a human! Some of the biggest and cruelest creatures for anyone like me! I bet you can’t wait for me to tell you where your prize is so you can just crush me and walk off with my brother.”

“Lis-”

“Well fine! The tower right over there! That probably only reaches your knees! Happy now? Just kill me like the hero is supposed to and get this over with! Don’t pretend you aren’t going to do it or take pity or whatever else. I die by your hand or someone else’s. If you leave me here I will become the villain that you should-”

Melody’s chest heaved as the human pressed her against his chest. His heart was speeding, faster than her own. Each beat was loud enough to deafen her, but the rhythm pulled her in. She knew her face was wet with tears, that her throat was already going hoarse, and yet she couldn’t stop herself from drumming to the beat of his heart. Tapping her fingers against his chest matching each beat. Slowing down and actually having his own heart copy her miniscule tapping.

“It’s ok,” he whispered. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m not going to take your brother from you either. If leaving you here would mean you die then I’ll take you with me. Both of you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do as this hero or whatever, but why don’t you find out with me.”

“I’m dangerous… you heard me sing. I… It’s ancient dangerous words. I’ll only learn more, become a bigger danger,” she cried.

Her fears poured out against the massive chest. For the first time someone other than her brother was kind to her. She didn’t want him to go away, she wanted this. She was going to become a villain; they told her she’d only get stronger. If a hero didn’t stop her she’d destroy the world. That’s why he had to kill her. That’s why they told her to make Caprice hate her, because if someone else didn’t kill her he’d have to.

“Then I’ll stop you, just like today,” he said. She shook her head, but the hands pulled away. She couldn’t hold on to his clothes, falling back into his palm. He smiled at her, a smile that made her heart pound. She’d never been looked at with eyes like that. “Besides… I thought your singing sounded nice. I guess that might be selfish, but I would kind of like to hear it again.”

“But I attacked you.”

“You thought I’d attack you.”

“I might do it again.”

“Then I’ll just get better at stopping you.”

“What if I lose control?”

“I already said I’d stop you, and you seemed pretty in control to me. Especially if you haven’t tried much.”

“Then… then I’ll go with you.”

Her heart felt like it got louder and louder as he stared at her. There was a story she read a long time ago. A story of a hero who fell in love with destruction. How they saved the world and promised to always return for each other. A story hidden in the depths of the libraries that no one was supposed to find. A story that shows destruction could be good. That destruction didn’t have to mean you were a villain. The human slowly stood, her stomach dropped again. Yet there was some sort of excitement in it too.

“Let’s get your brother,” he said. His smile at her was blinding. “Then I can take you both back to meet Byssal and Pelago, they’re a werewolf and a human witch.”

She would get to see the world. Meet more people and stay with her brother. The hand she was on moved again, she could feel his steps now. Destruction the same level as her own, yet not a danger to the world. No he’d save it, maybe… maybe she wasn’t meant to destroy the world either.

“I should probably let you know I wasn’t entirely honest,” he had a smirk on his face. “I’m actually a Goliath, but I was mostly raised by humans. Well that human witch and werewolf.”

For the first time she smiled at him. A few more steps and a new thought came to her. Maybe she wasn’t just destruction, wasn’t just going to join the hero… maybe they were that story… Maybe they came back.

“I’m Melody,” she called out. The man gave her a toothy grin, he had some fangs. “I’m… I’m a sprite.”

“I’m Kyrie,” he brought her close to his face again. There was something in his eyes that made her shiver. If she was right, they were the two that came back, well she wasn’t going to mind it…

#gt #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t #g/t writing #gt writing #gianttiny #gt community #g/t community #oc: Melody #oc: Kyrie #gt july 2023 #gt july #gt july instrument #thought this would be a fun take on it #had a brain blast moment for this idea

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miyabinopenguin · 9 months

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🐧 KIDOFUDO WEEK 2023

August is around the corner once again and with it, our favourite date, KdFd day! In Japan, Summer mean festivals, watermelon, and cicadas. When the days are long and the heat is suffocating, people use their imagination to have fun and refresh themselves. So come with us to celebrate our beloved ship of the two playmakers, Kidou Yuuto and Fudou Akio. This year's event will take place from August 8 to August 14. Don't forget to add the hashtag #KidoFudoWeek2023 in each post! We will track and reblog your contributions to the event 💜.

🍧 RULES

Any kind of contribution is acceptable. Fan Art, Fan Fics, AMVs, etc.

Mature content is allowed, just properly tag it.

You can add other characters too, but the main focus should be KidoFudo.

🍡 PROMPTS

You will have two themes to choose or 7 prompts to combine if you don't have enough time but still want to participate!

Wind Chime: Also called Furin in Japan. It's a small bell usually found hanging from the balconies and porches of Japanese houses in summer. The season is not complete without the distinctive ringing sound of the Furin, a staple of Japan’s long, hot summers.

Yukata: A robe usually made of cotton or synthetic fabric, wrapped around the body and fastened with a sash (obi). While it means “bathing cloth” people use them for more than that. Going to a Summer Festival or a Hot Spring (Onsen) isn't the same if not wearing it.

Kakigori: A Japanese shaved ice dessert flavored with syrup and a sweetener. What's more summery than eating a Kakigori while eluding the sun? Japanese love ice creams, popsicles and Kakigori to help them when the day is too much hot.

Water Balloon: A small water balloon filled with air and water used in the game Yo-Yo Tsuri, one of the main charms of Summer Festivals in Japan. It is attached to a rubber string which has a loop on the end. You use a “fishing pole” which is a paper string with a metal hook attached to the end of it to try and pick up the water balloon by the loop before the paper disintegrates.

Animal Mask: While some people believe that they were originally meant to protect people from evil spirits now people wear them just to have fun and honor their culture. While walking around a Summer Festival, it's easy to see a lot of different masks, from Animals like foxes to anime characters like Doraemon.

Sparkler: What do you think when thinking about Summer Festivals? Fireworks are a must. Sparklers are just a little version of fireworks people light to have fun in the humid summer nights.

Have Fun!!

-Mods Starline (@starline-art) & Rose (@miyabinopenguin).

#inazuma eleven #kdfd #kidou yuuto #fudou akio #kidofudoweek2023 #inazuma eleven go

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pers-books · 21 days

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20 Questions fic writers' Q&A. I was tagged by @meluisart (thanks pal - sorry I forgot to mention that in the first version of this post!)

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

661 (one more than the last time I did this meme in Nov 2023!)

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

2,444,608

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Most recently Berena (Holby City) and Original Fiction. But I’ve written very little since losing my mum in April 2023.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Letters to a Naturalist (Holby City) (30,350 words)

Jason Haynes: Matchmaker (Holby City) (17,560 words)

The Red String of Fate (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)) (51,896 words)

One Life Stand (Holby City) (33,815 words)

The Hacktivist, The Agent, and the Clairvoyant (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Thor (Movies)) (35,849 words)

5 - Do you respond to comments?

Hell yes, always.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Still this one:

Lascia Ch'io Pianga (Let Me Lament My Cruel Fate) for the James Bond (Movies) fandom. Although it does have an ambiguous ending, almost everyone who commented on it said they assumed that Bond & M both died.

7 - What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The vast majority of them have happy endings as I rarely write sad ones.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Used to back in the day when I wrote Ten/Martha fic for Doctor Who. There were a lot of Doctor/Rose shippers who hated my pairing with a passion and didn’t hesitate to share that hate instead of just staying in their fucking lane and using the back button/scroll button. Bunch of snowflakes.

9. Do you write smut?

Used to, not so much lately.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have done, yes. The craziest one is probably the Doctor Who x Wallace & Gromit one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup - a few years ago someone translated one of mine into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A long, long time ago.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Eh, I don’t have just one - given I’ve written for 20 different fandoms over the last 16 years.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Oh, I’ve no idea - I only have one incomplete WiP actually posted on AO3, but I’ve no particular desire to finish it, especially given it’s 6 or 7 fandoms ago!

Of course, I have a whole heap of WiPs on my hard drive, but I doubt I’ll get to finish any of them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Goodness knows. Someone else would have to answer that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have been told I write too much. Ironic, really, given how little I’ve written this past year.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’d do it if it’s needful, though I don’t think I have.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Eh, no, I don’t have a favourite fic - I’ve liked every fic I’ve written as I was writing it and I’ve occasionally re-read some of my own fic just because.

Tagging, with the usual caveat that you don't have to participate if you don't want to! @slightlyintimidating @doctorjameswatson @jinxedwood @bonnissance @ariverandasong @daisydoctor13 @fortytworedvines @onaperduamedee @hokuspokusthings @ceridwyn2 @thisbluespirit and anyone else who wants to participate!

Questions to respond to:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

#AO3 Writing Meme

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legend-of-cupcake · 4 months

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Thank you for the tag @krispyt <33

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I have 7 under my name and 1 anon, although I'm just going to put it back under my name I think.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

147,865

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly for TBHK, but I have a couple for Genshin as well! However writing for TBHK is more comfortable for me

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Red String of fate (1,159)

Clean Slate (357) ((This is the fic under anon but I'm going to change it probably lol))

I love you, please don't go (204)

Under the Red Crescent Moon, I Could Hear the Demons Whispering (195)

Kindness from the Devil (185)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I used to, but honestly I'm terrible at it now. I don't go on my account very often anymore and I don't receive emails when I get comments (personal choice), so it can be a long time before I see if anyone's left anything. But I do always try to get back to them!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love you, please don't go wins this I think.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh, I'm not really sure? But I'm going to go with chapter 20 of Red String of Fate. After so many near kisses throughout the fic, having HanaNene finally get their kiss makes this the happiest ending... Probably idk XD

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thank goodness.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Welllllll, I've tried to write smut. But I just don't have the knack for it, I can't handle the cringe while writing it and I can't read it back.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No and I never will. Nothing personal but I hate crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

My fics aren't good enough to steal lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I'm open to it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

HanaNene, HanaNene, HanaNene!!

If the day ever comes where no one supports HanaNene, it's because I've died. I will never not love those 2.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't even have a proper name for this WIP, it's called Possession AU in my documents. It was a KouNene fic, but you could also see it as HanaNene although they are not end game :// It's a real shame, the fic almost has 8,000 words to it, but I just have no motivation to continue.

I also have another WIP called Boundary Bound Nene-chan, but I only got a few paragraphs in and never touched it again :// The concept was pretty cool as well, Nene wakes up inside a mysterious place (later discovered to be a boundary) with no memories. She meets a boy named Tsukasa, who informs her she's dead, and together they try to find a way out. This was leaning very heavily into Yandere Hanako, which is usually right up my alley, but yeah again no motivation.

Last one I'll share is a Scaramouche fic, the temporary title was 5 times Scaramouche failed to be human and 1 time he didn’t. It's self-explanatory I think, but I started it before his backstory cutscene was revealed, and I lost confidence and motivation since what I was writing didn't match it at all. This one will 100% never be finished sadly.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm, it's hard to say. I think I have good ideas and concepts, and I can keep the flow of the story moving at a decent pace. I also think I do well with character interaction? Maybe? Idk.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I am so so so bad at describing things, I think I find it hard to actually put myself into the scene, so I struggle to really get into the details of the environment and such. My paragraphs usually are on the smaller side, which I hate because I really want to immerse my readers.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

English is the only language I know and I do not trust Google Translate ^^;

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically speaking, it's Sonic The Hedgehog lmao, I wrote fics for that fandom in my very early teens on Fanfiction.net. No, I will never reveal my account or share what I wrote, I will actually die before I do that.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmm... Since the vamp au is unfinished, I will say it's chapter 21 of Red String of Fate. It is the only fic I have ever written and actively decided to go back and willingly read multiple times without dying of cringe... I just like it I suppose aha

Once again, thanks for the tag Krispy!! I'm not really sure who to tag, but I'll go for @milkteamoon @insipidenvy and @wingsonghalo. Obviously no pressure!! And anyone who reads this is free to join in ^_^

#Thank you for the tag!#fic questions

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kokomochi · 2 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

"𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚."

SOULMATE AU! BONTEN TIMELINE! they say that soulmates were typically connected through the red string of fate- some believe that they are connected through tattoos appearing on their skin, or even a timer on their wrist. in this story, however, is through glowing hair. bonten's executive, haruchiyo sanzu, never thought that he would be soulmates with the youngest sibling of the notorious haitani brothers.

status: completed note/s: some chapters describe violence, angst no comfort, major character death MASTERLIST

01. fate 02. haitani y/n 03. sanzu haruchiyo 04. dinner with the haitani's 05. soulmate thing 06. bonding 07. protective 08. happy birthday 09. uh oh 10. thoughts 11. whiskers and paws 12. messy 13. day off 14. pulling a lynx 15. the story of sanzu haruchiyo and haitani y/n GENERAL MASTERLIST

this used to be on wattpad and it’s available on ao3 for those who prefer reading there!

#sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo akashi #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo angst #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x you

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lovely-dove-zee · 1 year

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List of soulmate AUs:

1. You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time.

2. One of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s.

3. You have the first words your soulmate says to you somewhere on your body (and vise versa).

4. You have your soulmate’s name somewhere on your body.

5. Everyone is able to see each other’s aura. You and your soulmate have the same-colored aura, and you will stop seeing auras altogether after you meet them.

6. You can communicate telepathically with your soulmate.

7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.

8. You can feel what your soulmate is feeling (and vise versa).

9. Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

10. You have a clock that counts down until you meet your soulmate.

11. You and your soulmate share matching tattoos.

12. You have half of a tattoo, and your soulmate has the other.

13. You and your soulmate have matching tattoos that become clear once you meet.

14. You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors.

15. Your soulmate’s scars appear on your body (and vise versa).

16. You have tattoo(s) of the things your soulmate loves.

17. You have a compass on your body that leads you to where your soulmate is.

18. If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well.

19. You have the date that you’ll meet your soulmate tattooed somewhere on your body.

20. You have a tattoo that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling.

21. The only thing you remember from your past life is the face of your soulmate.

22. You share a dream with your soulmate when you’re both asleep.

23. You can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes, which will lead you to your soulmate.

24. You have a meter of how in-danger your soulmate is.

25. Everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate.

26. The outline of your shadow is your soulmate.

27. You have a tattoo of how old your soulmate will be when you meet.

28. You have a tattoo of your soulmate’s initials.

29. You can see every color except the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you meet them.

30. Every so often you will get flashes of what your soulmate is seeing at the time, however your soulmate does not know when it happens.

31. You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).

32. You will feel the same sensations that your soulmate is feeling (pain, touch, etc).

33. You have a moving tattoo that always faces the direction your soulmate is. Your soulmate has a matching one, and the tattoos touch when you do.

34. You can taste what your soulmate is eating at the time.

35. You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar.

36. Once a year, starting on your 16th birthday, soulmates swap bodies for a day if they have not met yet.

37. Your chest will glow when you get close to your soulmate.

38. You can only see in the eye color of your soulmate until you meet them (though the color can be altered through things like colored contacts).

39. You and your soulmate share the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.

40. If your soulmate is listening to music, you can hear it too, and it gets louder the closer you are to them.

41. The closer you are to your soulmate, the more color you can see. The farther away, the less colors.

42. Your heart beats your soulmate’s name in morse code.

43. The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after you meet them.

44. You are deaf until you meet your soulmate, whose voice is the first thing you hear.

45. You can only see color when you and your soulmate are touching.

46. You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.

47. You have your soulmate’s name on one wrist and your enemy’s on the other, and have no idea which one is which.

48. You are born with a small black heart that beats/grows with your soulmate’s. It turns red once you’ve met them.

49. You cannot feel pain until you meet/touch your soulmate.

50. You are born with the fingerprints of your soulmate somewhere on your body.

51. Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.

#soulmate starters #soulmate aus #soulmates

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ebitchwriting · 2 months

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Dragged Into The Blood

Story Summary: Never staying in one place for long, moving nearly every year, Lea Anderson was used to impermanence, chaos, and having to leave everything behind at the drop of a hat. Lea never expected that she would be kidnapped and wake up in a rusted, decrepit prison cell because of a madman's delusional belief in eugenics and cleansing the Earth of imperfection. By herself, with only the clothing on her back, she will have to rely on luck and logic to escape before she's killed or worse. Chapter Summary: Finding an escape from this compound was easier said than done when everything was locked, and the captor was seemingly watching their every move, pulling their strings where the captor wished. More than that, it was getting harder for Lea to hide her true nature from her fellow prisoners, and there seemingly being a feral creature around every corner, ready to tear them apart. How long could Lea keep her mask up in the carnage? Chapter Warnings: blood, gore, guns, death, and sensory overload issues.

I'm back! After a month! Sorry, an ice storm hit, which led to me losing power for 12 days. Then I noticed how literally every single chapter has typos or weird nonsensical crap in it because, apparently, Grammarly sucks now. So once I got power back, I obsessively started to go over each chapter and edited out all the mistakes until it was acceptable in my eyes. And, in all honesty, my MA Apprenticeship overwhelmed me as well. Regardless, I'm back with a new chapter and working on the next! However, I will be changing my upload schedule to once a month rather than once every two weeks to account for the apprenticeship, this fic, and also the passion project of my own epic fantasy world. Anyway, enjoy the chapter, and let me know what you think of it!

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Chapter 15: Locks and Keys

No one said a word as Claire took the first step forward. No one said a word when they pushed past the door and entered yet another ominous, dark hallway, lit only by the flickering overhead lights. Moving slowly, cautiously, anticipating someone or something to pop out and attack them. Yet, with each step, nothing jumps out of the shadows. Leaning against the wall behind Claire as she peered over the edge, there was still nothing. Turning past the corner, everyone stayed eerily quiet, not wanting to tempt fate.

‘… And whoever is puppeteering us…’

Lea couldn’t help the twitches at every distant screech. Wails reverberated off the walls, and it was impossible to tell where they originated. Eyes wide beneath the cover, darting back and forth as she shuffled forward.

‘… The doors conveniently unlocking… that butchered guy dropping as soon as Claire grabbed the keys… the fact we found each other damn near immediately… There is no fucking way that whoever kidnapped us isn’t watching us right now...’ The corner of her mouth twitched into a grimace. Back taut, feeling like a thread threatening to snap under the tension.

‘… This is actually worse than Wesker… at least that fuck couldn’t be bothered to keep tabs on me after… that…’

Another corner. Another stop to peer over the edge for anyone or anything malevolent. After a moment, Claire silently begins moving again. Moira tentatively followed, honey eyes alert and darting around the dimly lit area. Lea languished behind, struggling to keep her movements calm and controlled.

‘… They always have a goal… no matter how fucked it is… there’s always one… I’m swear if it’s godhood again…’

Claire pushed open the red-lit double doors, the hinges groaning, timed almost perfectly with the low wailing of something far in the distance. Every hair not singed from Lea’s body stood on end as a rush of frigid air poured out from what looked like the remains of a morgue. Teeth chattering, shivering hands reaching up to rub at her shoulders. Lea’s clothed gaze stared enviously at the other two and their jackets.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Moira whispered, rushing towards the knocked-over desks, rummaging through the drawers as fast as possible with shaky hands. The corners of Lea’s lips curled into a vindicated smirk at the sight, rubbing at her shoulders as she trembled.

“It’s L-” Lea froze, eyes falling to the floor as she tried to focus on what I.D. the B.S.A.A. supplied her. She cringed with every second that passed as Lea struggled with her memory.

“… Uh, you alright?” Moria asked, giving her a quizzical look as she moved across the room, idly looking over the counters for anything useful.

“Yep! It’s… um… Lana… Westerna.” Lea awkwardly drawled out as the name finally resurfaced, instantly burning with embarrassment when she peeked at Moira’s incredulous face.

“… Like from Dracula?” Moira asked, quirking up an eyebrow at her, eyes meeting cotton. Lea could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks as she blushed harder from the embarrassment.

“At least they didn’t name me Lucy,” Lea tried feebly to laugh it off, her attempts at laughter sounding painfully forced. Lea cursed under her breath for jokingly suggesting that name and her inability to use the correct tone.

“Shh, we still don’t know what’s out there. Come on.” Claire warned, the octaves of her voice falling down a few notes for a moment. The two quickly finished giving the room a once-over before falling back behind her.

Out and around the corner, the group found a ladder going down. Lea rises to the tips of her toes, peering over Claire’s shoulder to the lower platform. A surprisingly small room, hardly lit by fallen lights, just as run-down as everything else in this building. Her gaze locked with the two corpses on either end of the room. One covered in a bloodied and dirtied white tarp. After a moment of focusing her gaze, she recognized the fallen butchered guard as the other corpse.

“Alright, we made it. Key’s over there.” Claire breathed a sigh of relief, stepping down a few rungs of the ladder before gripping the sides and sliding down. On the other hand, Moira chose to go down each rung, complaining about the smell. After a pondering second, Lea slid down like Claire, not wanting to waste more time than necessary.

Tentatively stepping toward the butchered guard, about fifty feet away. Forty. Cries of agony, but the other two didn’t hear it.

‘… Not safe yet…’

Thirty feet. Twenty. A loud crash that as all flinching back.

“Shit, what was that?” A scared muttering nearby, Moira, perhaps? Or was it herself? It certainly wasn’t Claire.

Ten feet. Five. Then, finally, they’re at the body, the air thick with apprehension as Claire kneels and inspects the corpse. The more experienced woman grimaced slightly at the sickly-sweet stench of death but ignored it.

“The key’s gone.”

‘… The keys aren’t on the belt… did it fall to the ground..? No... nothing… not a damn thing… maybe it’s caught..?’

Claire pulled out the handgun from the guard’s belt, quickly ejecting the clip and inspecting it alongside the chamber of the 9mm. Lea’s eyes were trailing upward, looking at possible hooks and crevices. A shuffling step backward echoes in the room.

“Do you, uh… are you gonna use that?” Moira asked timidly, her voice just wavering a little bit. Shuffling of fabric, something plastic being clicked open.

“More reliable than any person,” Claire responded without a beat. A click, then something being pulled out from under the corpse, quickly followed by something plastic clicking close and something heavy being holstered. More shuffling steps backward.

“If you say so,” Moira said, her tone wary but dropping the subject. Lea opened her mouth to ask Moira a question when a metallic glint caught her attention. The keys, hanging off the side of a rusted water tank.

“I found the keys!” Lea excitedly announced, pointing at the rusted tank with a smile. A smile that fell as soon as she turned around and was met with the confused gazes of the other two women. “Uh… I really don’t need much to adjust to the dark…” Lea mumbled under her breath, reaching a hand to scratch at the back of her head.

“Moira, shine on light on it, will ya?” Claire asked, unholstering her gun. Lea didn’t miss how Moira’s amber honey eyes flickered with fear as they locked onto the 9mm. After a moment, the pixie-haired girl shook her head and pointed the flashlight at the water tank. Lea quickly raised her hands to cup her ears and turned away from the pair.

A jolt of pain shot through her head the second the trigger was pulled, followed by a high-pitched ringing muffling all other sounds. The jingling of the keys as they were quickly scooped from the ground was barely audible, much less the loud, mechanical beep of the nearest door being unlocked. Lea shook her head, rubbing at her ears as if that would make the ringing go away quicker.

Turning around, the three started making their way back. Fifty feet, forty. Lea nervously glanced around the room as she followed Claire, her nerves filled with urgency. Memories start flickering in the back of Lea’s mind, sidestepping her attempts to shove it down. Thirty feet, twenty. The temple, bullets flying back her head, debris coating her lungs, blood dripping down her hands. Ten feet.

The door crashes open, practically hanging off its hinges, as another mutilated shell of a person starts wailing, spewing blood and saliva everywhere. Without waiting another second, Claire aims and shoots, the bullet lodging in its throat and sending another jolt of agony through Lea’s head. Lea’s clutching at her head, hardly aware of the whine that escapes her lips.

A hand grips her shoulders, and suddenly, she’s being pulled along and toward the ladder. Someone’s shouting voice warbled as if from underwater, the horrid ringing muffling anything identifiable. Snapping back into action, Lea climbed the ladder as fast as possible. Sprinting down the hall, skidding around the corners. Eyes locked forward, ignoring everything behind her.

Slamming past the door and entering the frosted morgue, skidding to a stop at the sight of another one of those creatures baring its teeth at Claire. Lea’s eyes went wide. Claire lashed out with her knife before Lea could try to launch herself forward. She slashed the cheeks, forcing the thing to clutch at its face. Spinning around, Claire kicks at the thing, sending it back into the knocked-over trolley.

Claire looked over her shoulder, shouting something indiscernible back at the two girls before running again. Lea’s eyes flitted to the mutilated body in the corner for a moment before going against her instincts and following Claire and Moira.

Through the double corners, swerving around the broken door hanging off its hinges and down the hall. Skidding around the corners to a screeching stop. There was no one in sight except another one of those monsters. It shrilly cried out, charging her.

Lea cringed at the sound but forced herself to slip into a fighting stance. Closer and closer, leaving bloody footprints on the linoleum floor. Shoulders tensing, eyes locking with a bloated, malignant form. As soon as it reached out to grab Lea, she grabbed the closest arm, flipping and slamming the body into the ground. One swift stomp to the skull, crushing it beneath her heel. The ringing still hadn’t let up, but Lea could feel the crunch, the wet slick of blood and tissue.

‘… Doesn’t matter… need to find the others…’

Lea’s eyes roamed the corridor for anything familiar. After a few seconds, a flash of movement. Eyes snapped to the barred windows, and heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of auburn hair and a dirtied hoodie.

Relief was short-lived as the door at the end of the corridor flew open, and another one of those creatures toppled out. It wasted no time to start sprinting at Lea. Just as Lea slipped back into fighting stance, a shot rings out, the bullet lodging in the eye. The teen flinched but forced herself to close the distance, grabbing and slamming the skull into her knee. Once, twice, thrice, then it went limp.

A hand grabbed and pulled on Lea’s shoulder, and it took everything in her to not twist it off, focusing instead on the flash of auburn hair and blood-spattered leather jacket as they started sprinting again. Lungs burned with every breath, muscles aching with every step. Mind blank for once as her gaze is locked forward, uncaring of whatever is behind her.

Another walking, screeching horror charges from the opened isolation rooms. Another shot rings out, bringing the monster down to its knees. Instinctually, Lea swings down into its temple with her shin, bringing it down. From the corner of her eye, she saw Claire quickly searching for something in the isolation room.

Before the three could continue their escape, something leaps out from the dark. Without thinking, Lea pushes Moira out of its path. Within a second, it tackles the teenager. She reaches out with her hands, keeping it as far away as possible. It clawed at her with its gored and reeking hands. Lea gagged at the stench. From behind the writhing creature, Lea’s covered gaze caught the glint of the barrel pointing at the thing. She ducks her head to the side, squeezing her eyes shut. Another shot, and the splatter of something hot and putrid coating the back of her head and shoulder. Lea pushed the corpse off and flung herself back onto her feet. Running.

Slamming past the blue door, sprinting up the stairs. Claire practically rips the key from her pocket, shoving it into the lock and unlocking it. Yanking the key out of the lock, her hands push the door open, and all three rush past the threshold, slamming and locking the door behind them.

Moira and Lea collapsed, heaving and trembling, while Claire leaned against the door. Lea cupped her ears, closed her eyes, and focused on breathing through her mouth, trying to not gag at the never-waning scent of decay and excrement. The slowing thrum of her heartbeat. The feel of her now sweat-slick skin and sticky hair. Slowly, the high-pitched ringing ebbed, and the mumbling curse words of Moira right next to her brought Lea back down to the present. Behind the stained cloth, Lea opened her eyes, taking in the image before her. Moira, on her hands and knees, dry heaving and cursing up a storm that would put a sailor to shame. Claire, leaning against the door, breathing slowly and deeply, eyes closed yet focused.

After another blessed minute of rest and silence, Claire’s cerulean eyes opened, darting between the two younger women. She knelt, helping Moira back onto her feet before switching to Lea, offering her hand and a tired but warm smile. Tentatively, Lea took Claire’s hand and pulled herself up. They all exchanged glances with each other before Claire took the lead, slowly walking down the new corridor.

They had barely turned the corner before coming upon another corpse. However, Lea wasn’t focused on the fresh carnage but rather on the extended barrel of a shotgun that lay just out of reach of the gnawed hands. Very little of his blood contaminated the gun, only the barest amount on the handle. Claire grabbed the weapon and slung it over her shoulder before moving past the body. Lea couldn’t help but notice how Moira’s already pallid skin grew greyer at the sight of the weapon, honey eyes locking with it as the three turned the corner.

Claire swipes at the wooden crate, shattering the fragile wood. She knelt to rummage through the debris before picking up a small pack of shotgun shells. She holstered her 9mm and grabbed the shotgun slung over her shoulder.

“You need a gun too, Moira,” Claire said flatly as she started loading the shells. Moira froze mid-step, eyes going impossibly wider.

“No, I really, really don’t. Sorry, I don’t do firearms.” Without a beat, the words rambled out of her mouth. Her eyes fell to the ground as they seemed to grow distant, far away. “Not after what happened,” Moira asserted in a hush, her arms crossing over her chest, almost as if cradling herself. Claire swiped the knife through two more crates, grabbing another pack of shells and a handful of green herbs.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I forgot.” Claire turned, looking at the brunette. She let out a small sigh as her eyes trailed to the floor, pondering momentarily. “Maybe we can find you something else.” Claire raised her eyes to try to meet Moira, but the brash young woman scoffed, brushing past Claire.

“No, I’ll just… be on flashlight duty or something. It’s fine.” Moira insisted, despite the waver in her cadence. Walking over to the surprisingly intact storage shelf in the corner, rummaging through the cluttered boxes for anything useful. There were a couple of 9mm bullets, which were hurriedly handed off to Claire. Then, there was something small and blue glinting in the light, but it was pocketed away before Lea could look at it. “Nice,” Moira pulls out the discarded and surprisingly not dirty or rusted crowbar from behind a few boxes on the bottom shelf. “Blunt weapon. I can do blunt weapons.” Moira moved to the other side of the room, inspecting the bright blue graffiti on the wall.

‘… What the fuck happened…’ Lea wondered to herself as she observed the pixie-haired girl walk over to the door, using the crowbar to rip off the nailed-on bar.

‘… I need to step up and get my shit together…’ With a muffled but loud grunt, Moira ripped the bar off, breathing laboriously.

“Lea,” Claire quietly called out, her voice slightly hoarse. Lea stopped, turning her clothed gaze towards the more experienced woman. “You know how to use a gun, right?” Lea’s gaze fell to the shotgun still in the older woman’s hands, the barrel pointed to the ground.

“Oh, uh, yeah. My uncles and aunt taught me, but I only know basic shit.” Lea said awkwardly, bringing a hand to the nape of her neck to rub at it. “I’m fine with the shotgun. It’ll give me more distance.” Claire nodded, handing the gun and shells over to Lea. Claire moved to the door, motioning for the two younger women to stay close behind her.

As soon as they pushed the door open, they were met with the menacing sight of flickering lights, blood stains drenching the walls and ground, and a lone figure dressed in something white and poofy. In an instant, Lea’s jaw dropped in horror as she processed that it was a little girl. Before anyone could react to the sight, the girl ran off, eerily silent.

The three froze, staring ahead where the girl was for a long moment. Claire slowly started inching forward, the others shuffling behind her.

“Clarie, you saw that, right?” Moira tentatively asked as the group turned the corner, careful not to step into the coagulated blood puddle. Rounding the corner, the dark hallway was nearly entirely silent, save for the rasping yet even breathing of dozens of probably more of those things. Were they resting?

“Yeah, I saw… something.”

“Something? That looked like a kid.” Lea snapped before remembering that the two couldn’t see as well in the dark as she could. “Fuck, I hope that’s not a kid. She doesn’t deserve this… no one deserves this.” Lea tacked on, feigning uncertainty as another rush of anxiety flowed through her veins.

“Are you sure, Lea?” Claire paused, turning to face the teen, tone deadly serious yet unjudging. Lea inhaled sharply before nodding just as sharply. “Then we need to keep an eye out and bring her with us. No sudden movements, don’t yell, and stay calm.” Claire flicked her eyes between Lea and Moira, not moving until they both nodded or made affirming noises.

Bizarrely enough, no child was in sight when the three crossed the next threshold. The prison door was sealed and barricaded with large metal crates. There were no crevices she could have hidden in, nor lockers or unlocked crates. After a moment, Claire sighed dejectedly as her cerulean eyes trailed over to a metal divider lifted just slightly so that someone could crawl underneath it.

The group fell back into the routine of breaking the wooden boxes and searching the crevices between the metal crates. Luckily, the search yielded more ammo but did nothing to ease the dread settling in their guts.

‘… There’s no way that kid is infected… too quiet… too good at hiding…. how long has she been here..?’ The thoughts rolled uneasily through Lea’s mind as Claire and Moira started to lift the metal divider to eye level. Lea quickly slid under the divider. She gripped the bottom edge of it, holding it up while the other two crossed over before letting the barrier slide down as quietly as possible.

The horrid stench of dried, old excrement got more potent with each and every step up the stairs, making Lea gag under her breath. The rasping yet even breathing also got louder as they made their ascent, leaving no doubt in her mind that there were at least a dozen more of those poor bastards throughout this new area.

When they reached the last step, Lea immediately recognized this area as an abandoned detention center. Like every other room in this hellscape, blood and dirt caked the walls and floor, though some stains appeared fresher. The stench of urine and fecal matter emanated from the locked solitary cells, strong enough to force Lea to breathe through her mouth to avoid its inescapable odor. The hanging lamps didn’t even flicker, so the only light source came from the tiny slivers of sunlight shining through the barred windows above. As Lea walked underneath one of the slivers of sunlight, she shivered in the minuscule warmth the feeble ray provided compared to the desolate prison.

A familiar electronic screech from a radio filled the relative silence, shocking them to a halt, heads whipping around to find the source of the noise.

“Fear what you will become and become what you fear.” A husky feminine voice languidly said, slightly distorted by the radio waves. Claire lifted her now orange wristband to her ear quizzically.

‘… She’s the bitch… I can feel it in my bones…’

“Are you afraid? You can tell me. Talk to me.” The mysterious voice continued, taking on an almost hissing, cold tone. With every word the mysterious woman said, the more her suspicions started nibbling at the back of her mind.

‘… Why does she sound so familiar..?’

“Those bracelets change color in response to fear.” The voice cryptically trailed on, frustratingly holding only clues and yielding no answers. Even though Lea couldn’t see the face of their captor, she could envision the sadistic smile painting her lips.

“And who exactly are you?” Claire demanded, not an ounce of fear in her tone. Eyes hard, lips pressed into a firm frown, Lea practically sees the fury rolling from the woman in waves. For a moment, she was envious of Claire’s fearlessness and collectedness. Why couldn’t she be like that?

“So much suffering… you don’t even know what to be afraid of yet.” Just as suddenly as the melodic voice had come, the voice went silent, leaving the three with even more questions as well as a palpable and undeniable atmosphere of annoyance. The more experienced woman rolled her eyes and started walking again.

“Was she talking to us or at us?” Moira vented, rolling her eyes as the group entered the next room, a dark room lit by a singular fluorescent light in the corner, otherwise devoid of objects.

“At us. She was definitely talking at us.” Lea concurred, walking over to the desk off to the side. Immediately, she took the map to the detention center before opening the drawers. She grimaced as she noticed that the drawers held nothing. “Here, found this,” Lea said, walking up to the leather-clad woman and handing the dirtied parchment over. For a moment, Claire said nothing nor moved, just stared again with an exhausted expression.

Scrunching her eyebrows, Lea’s eyes traveled over to where Claire was staring. Immediately, she understood Claire’s expression. There was a path, possibly an exit, barred and locked off. Just next to the doorway were gears, clearly missing two vital parts.

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