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Limerence

(noun) — a mental state of profound romantic infatuation, deep obsession, and fantastical longing

⋆˚✿˖° This chapter is a part of a mini-series of dark fairy tales and romance sets in another universe. It consists of three chapters, each with a Male Lead and is separated from one another.

⋆˚✿˖° Character x Reader/MC, from another (OC's) point of view. Reader/MC's pronounce is "she/her/hers".

⋆˚✿˖° Warnings & tags: 16+, MDNI, angst, hurt, thriller, emotional and mind control, manipulation, obsession, unrequited love, major character death, dark fantasy, dark fairy tale, sci-fi theme, m.urder, serial killer, imprisonment, abusive, reference to drugs.

⋆˚✿˖° Detective Cooper is my OC.

⋆˚✿˖° Read more chapters:

✦ Rafayel's ✦ Xavier's

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Chapter: The Goddess — in which he heals and kills for her

⋆˚✿˖° Word count: 4k3

Each white snowflake descended gently to the earth, resting on Detective Cooper's black revolver, which was frozen in the air. The crystal barricade in front of him fractured and dissolved. The ice on his palm eventually melted into frozen droplets of water, allowing him to move again. With a very slow movement, he lowered the gun.

From a distance, sirens sounded. He stared at the city of Linkon on the horizon, which appeared like shimmering stars in the black night. An aircraft had just been dispatched and was flashing its light into the garden, revealing all of the secrets kept hidden for so long.

Cooper narrowed his gaze. He glanced up to the middle of the garden full of jasmine blooms, where there was a shelter made of marble and wood. In the center of that place, on a daybed an ice sculpture of a female in a reclining posture. Prostrating next to her was another figure who had not yet entirely frozen; his head rested on the daybed, and his icy hand held the sculpture's.

Detective Cooper took a deep breath. The cool breeze carried an almost faint aroma of jasmine. He turned and walked away, leaving the tragedy where it had started.

It seemed like just yesterday when Detective Cooper met Zayne for the first time.

The young doctor left the first impression on Cooper as a perfect combination of mechanics and biology. A cyborg. Zayne was a product of ASTRA, the world's foremost technology corporation dedicated to developing robots with human bodies, living like humans, and, of course, exceeding humans in numerous aspects.

That was such a problem with cyborgs. They were too sophisticated, too knowledgeable, and too competent. They overwhelmed real humans, even Cooper. This was how it felt to work with Zayne.

Thanks to the doctor's help, Cooper quickly solved the case. And even though he did not like working with cyborgs, he had to admit that Zayne's presence was necessary for his career. Through repeated contacts, the ice wall surrounding him melted over time. And Zayne, a cyborg, gradually revealed more of his human side.

As for Cooper, he had long considered Zayne a partner. But an occurrence five years ago transformed the doctor into an entirely different person. A cyborg that showed no emotion, as he used to be.

Cooper recalled a tragic accident that occurred in Linkon's suburbs that year. On the way back from her vacation, the little princess of the ASTRA empire was viciously attacked by Wanderers. Upon hearing the news, Cooper hurried there immediately. Yet all he saw were the Wanderers' bodies rapidly dissolving in the snow, blood spraying all over the place, covering Zayne's wide back as he turned away, the dying girl in his arms. That was the last time Cooper interacted with him.

It was not until five years later that Cooper set foot back in Dr. Zayne's office.

It was a late night. The streets were deserted, with flickering neon lights obscuring the sanitation robots. The city slept, but Akso Hospital remained awake as always. Detective Cooper sat alone in the office, waiting. Few hours later, the door opened and Zayne walked inside with perfectly synchronized steps.

“Long time no see, Doctor Zayne.”

Zayne nodded to the detective before returning to his seat behind the desk. He was still wearing his surgical attire, which was concealed by a white blouse. His spectacles were pushed up on the bridge of his nose, and his forehead was still beading with sweat.

"I trust that the surgery was successful?"

"Yes." Zayne replied briefly. Surely he knew what Cooper came here for. “My apologies for making you wait so long.”

"No problem." Cooper settled into the chair across from Zayne on the opposite side of the desk. The doctor remained the same, impeccable as the first time they met. Only Cooper had begun to feel old age creeping up on him, even though he was only nearly forty.

“Saving lives is the most important,” Cooper added. “That's what you were created to do.”

Zayne gave no response, just gazed at him.

“All right, no more rambling. I really need your help, Doctor Zayne.”

"I'm ready to help." Zayne expressed the same thing whenever they worked together. Cooper provided a quick summary of the matter he was investigating. It was a missing case. Many, to be precise. He had enough evidence to assume that the most recent incident was linked to cases that had occurred many years ago.

Cooper placed on the desk photos of the girl who had been missing for nearly half a year. Zayne paid great attention to them while listening to the detective's clarification, which included details about previous cases.

“The victims were young women between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. Their appearance has many similarities. And above all, they are all patients or have been treated at Akso Hospital.”

Silence fell on Doctor Zayne's extremely organized and clean office, furnished in a minimalist and modern manner with a black and white color scheme. A moment later, he said:

“I recognize a few faces here. They were my patients. Others belong to departments that I do not supervise.”

Cooper nodded, but seemed disappointed since he had anticipated Zayne to add something he did not know.

Their conversation went on for a little longer, yet it led them nowhere. Although Zayne gave valuable information regarding each victim's itinerary while at Akso Hospital, including who they might meet during that time, (Cooper was secretly grateful for a cyborg's superior abilities!), the investigation remained deadlocked. All victims vanished after being discharged from the hospital without any further contact.

The clock struck three in the morning, Cooper's thoughts became clouded with exhaustion, rendering him unable to think. He needed to alter the subject.

“It's been a while since we talked like this. You know, about the cases or other things in our lives.”

His response was the consistent, precise sound of Zayne typing on the keyboard.

"This feeling doesn't change either!" Cooper said with a laugh. At that point, his gaze was drawn to the corner of Zayne's desk, where there was a photograph of him and the heiress of the ASTRA corporation - the one who had given him life.

"How is she?"

Zayne's fingers, which were racing across the keyboard, came to a halt. Something shifted in his eyes for only a fraction of a second. Then he returned to his former state.

“She is well. Thank you for your regards.”

The young lady in the photo was smiling and clutching a bouquet of flowers while standing close to Zayne. She was so beautiful and talented. Yet since that accident, she had entirely concealed herself in an isolated place distant from Linkon City. She refused to appear in public, nor did she welcome guests to her mansion. She only kept one cyborg with her, and that was Zayne.

"That accident was truly horrifying for her…" Cooper recalled. Among the clicking sounds from Zayne's desk, he knew that the doctor was still listening. "I couldn't believe anybody could make it through something like that. But she recovered. It was you who saved her life.”

Zayne came to a complete halt. He leaned back slightly and examined the neatly framed photograph. It had been on his desk for the past ten years, ever since he began his employment at the hospital.

"I just did my job." He responded. After that, the room went silent again.

Cooper mused. Nobody knew how Doctor Zayne saved the life of that woman, whom he dubbed Goddess since she was his Creator. He did not take her to Akso Hospital, but instead returned to her residence, which was equipped with advanced medical technology and facilities. The news that she had been saved became a miracle, and everyone appreciated Dr. Zayne's hands even more.

"Sometimes I miss her energy." Cooper said out, breaking the stillness. "When she found out you were helping me investigate a few cases, she was so excited and asked to join. Although, I must confess, she was quite skilled at messing up clues, and it was you who had to assist me sort it out. Haha!"

Cooper was irritated when he merely received a nod from Zayne. The doctor would spend hours talking about his Goddess, only when Cooper knew how to initiate the conversation. But now it seemed that whenever someone mentioned her, he said as little as possible. Was he also adopting her secluded lifestyle after the accident?

When it was too late, Detective Cooper had to bid his former partner goodbye. Before departing, he made it obvious that he wanted to see Zayne's Goddess again. But the doctor only gazed at him deeply, without a response.

Zayne drove home at dawn. As a cyborg, he did not require as much sleep as a human, yet severe sleep was at times necessary. Still, he had been unable to sleep peacefully since the event occurred. Every time he closed his eyes, the only thing he dreamed of was her body lying in a pool of blood.

He saved her. He must believe it. However, she was no longer the same person she had been before the accident.

The enormous gate opened after scanning Zayne's face. Their home was set on a snowy mountain, with thick layers of bulletproof glass surrounding it. Most of the building was constructed of stone and wood, giving people a sense of modernism and classicism. One side faced the mountain and woodlands, while the other faced the sea and Linkon City. There was also a jasmine garden where Zayne spent hours with The Goddess while she rested there.

He walked through the main entrance made of oak. Greeting him was a woman sleeping soundly on a comfortable sofa in the reading room. He softly raised his feet and crouched down next to her.

His rough, scarred hands lifted her hair, revealing a familiar, pretty face. It was the very first face he saw when he opened his eyes, although now it had been somewhat altered by the passage of time. His touch awakened her. She got up.

“Zayne?” She called, and he reached out a hand to take hers.

Zayne helped her sit up straight. Lately, she had been losing weight, her body was constantly cold and she did sleep a lot.

“Why don't you go into the bedroom?” He asked.

“I'm… sorry…” She murmured. “I was just a little tired and fell asleep without knowing…”

Zayne frowned. Even a simple expression like that made her shudder. She held his hand so tightly, apologized.

“I didn't mean it… I know you told me to always go to the bedroom to stay warm… But…”

"Hush." Zayne placed a finger on the corner of her mouth, keeping her mute. “Lately, you often don't do what I say anymore.”

Her body quivered slightly. Her hands clenched on the sofa underneath. She dared not say a word if Zayne forbade her so. He continued to scold her:

“You don't sleep in the proper place. You don't take enough medications. And you met someone you shouldn't have met."

She shook her head aggressively. She muttered: "N-No... that's not true..."

“Have I allowed you to speak?”

Zayne's expression was melancholy as he stared at her. He was kneeling on one knee on the floor, but his physique still dominated hers, and his powerful voice made her shiver even more.

"You already know your punishment for disobeying orders." Zayne spoke again. He reached out to wipe away the hot tears streaming down her cheeks. "There you go again. The Goddess does not cry."

Zayne instantly stood up. Still with that cold gaze, he looked down at her. With trembling hands, she reached to him and pleaded:

"Please..." Don't…"

"What's the matter?" His stern voice reverberated throughout the room. "Don't you want to become The Goddess you once were?"

“I… want to… But… I'm scared… Please, Zayne…”

She begged, but to no avail. Zayne did not respond. He approached the door, while she stood up and stumbled behind him.

Many hours later, well past noon, Zayne carried her back to the bedroom. She was freezing and shivering still. Cold sweat erupted all over her body. Yet in that semi-conscious state, she remembered something significant.

She recalled dancing with Zayne, in a garden filled with jasmine blossoms. She was still young at the time, and he was only a little older than her. When did he become such a heartless cyborg toward her? Was it because she forgot who she was and that angered him?

Who was she? There were some faint recollections that surfaced. She was the heir to a technology empire. She was a properly trained hunter. She was a schoolteacher. She was a painter. She was a mechanic. She was a scientist... In all of those scenarios, she had always been a girl with a fragile heart.

And just like that, in all her dreams there was Zayne. Whoever he said she was, she was precisely that person. He intended her to become The Goddess, she would be The Goddess for him. She desired to be the person Zayne worshiped. The only person he held dearly.

But why did he treat her that way? He confined her in a freezing cellar. He injected her with hallucinogens. He left her half-dead. And he solely stopped when she was almost unable to tolerate it anymore.

She heard Zayne's footsteps entering the room. The edge of the bed declined as he sat next to her. His cool fingers brushed her hair again.

"Get some sleep. You will feel better when you wake up."

Was it true that she would ever feel better?

The dismal sky indicated an impending hurricane. She cried. But her tears were hidden into the thick cushion. At the moment, she recalled something else.

She waited for Zayne to depart, and as the door closed, she searched under her headrest and took out an old phone.

She could not clearly recall the origin of this phone, yet it recognized her face. She had found it in the old archive of the mansion, some time after the third time she endured Zayne's punishment. Perhaps since that day, she had planned to leave this place.

She rummaged through the pocket of her nightgown for a business card. On it written a name: Detective Cooper.

Detective Cooper's investigation hit a dead end. The only clue he had turned out to be untrustworthy, due to her incoherent state.

He had traveled to that mansion to find The Goddess. She was still as beautiful as he remembered, only the bright smile and virgo he had seen in her were now lost.

She vaguely recalled their acquaintance; everything else was as blurred as the mist that covered the residence. He had anticipated her to provide more valuable clues to the case, but after the encounter, he had to reconsider his entire conclusion.

The first missing cases occurred five years ago. There had been twelve equivalent cases thus far. Despite the differences in their occupations, hometowns, and nationalities, the victims were all about the same age. They had identical physique shapes and even similar appearances. They all resembled a single individual. The Goddess.

For Detective Cooper, there was no such thing as a coincidence. His visit to Akso Hospital that day was mostly to determine Zayne's reaction. However, the doctor made no mention of the fact that the missing ladies all had something in common with the person he regarded most highly, which made Cooper suspicious. He came to see her knowing Zayne was not home at the time. With his instincts, he felt she was somehow tied to those disappearances. Perhaps she was the one being targeted after all.

There were still plenty of details that were left unclear. Cooper attempted to connect the dots, but was unable to discover any evidence to support his conclusion. That night, Detective Cooper was stressing out alone in his office when he received an anonymous phone call.

“Detective…” A familiar female voice rang out on the other end of the line. “Save me… Please save me…”

"You are—?…"

“Zayne! He's… gone insane… Please… get me out of here… I don't want to go back… I don't want to go back to that place… AAAARGH!”

A scream sounded out, followed by a sequence of noises, and then a beeping sound. Detective Cooper rushed out of the office at full speed, started the car and headed towards the mansion in the snowy mountains outside Linkon City.

The first time he woke up, Zayne was in the jasmine garden. Standing before him was a delicate face with a gentle smile.

“It is my honor to serve you, Master.”

He bowed to the lady. The sound of her laughter resonated around the lovely afternoon garden.

"There's no need to call me that."

She was considerably shorter than him, and he tended to lower himself so she would not have difficulties seeking his eyes. When she sat on the daybed, he would be on the floor by her feet. When she fell asleep, he would spend the entire night outside the chamber, guarding her dreams. She would sometimes lay her head on his lap and fall asleep after humming a few songs. Even though she disagreed with him calling her "master," he privately referred to her as his Goddess.

For his life was a gift granted by her. By using technology from the ASTRA corporation, she had created a cyborg, a perfect replica of the childhood friend whom she cherished so much. He possessed that person's appearance, intelligence, talent, and name.

“From now on, you are Zayne.” His Goddess said. “You shall continue his work and live his dreams."

The real Zayne had passed away a long time ago. After being unable to control his Evol, he chose to dissolve himself. Cyborg specialized in the medical field was originally a project of a lifetime that The Goddess and him had collaborated on.

Even though he was only a replacement, cyborg Zayne was delighted to stay with his Goddess. They lived together at a mountain mansion. Every day, she read books, sang, and danced in the garden of jasmine. She taught him everything she knew, evoking deep human emotions in him. He cared for and safeguarded her, while she granted him the grace to walk alongside her everywhere, to keep her company, and watch time impact her gradually while his physique stayed untouched.

His universe revolved around her. She gave him a reason to exist, which was to save lives.

That day, he should have accompanied her. Yet, the duty he was assigned since awakening obliged him to remain at Akso Hospital. He saved someone else's life, but he was unable to save hers.

Her lifeless, bloodied corpse lay on the surgery table. He had tried every method he knew, but her heart no longer beat.

His world crumbled from that day on.

Though, he still had a glimmer of hope. He took her protocore and memories. Her body was preserved by him in ice that never melted. He placed her on the daybed in the shelter, surrounded by a jasmine garden. It was where she often laid down to rest, her eyes always fixed on the metropolis in the distance.

Then, in the darkness, he began his hunt.

The woman with a similar figure was chosen by him from among the patients in the cardiology department at Akso Hospital. He implanted the core and memories of The Goddess into her body. He brainwashed her and through surgery, he transformed her into a version of the Goddess. However, the first experiment proved unsuccessful. She was quick to remember who she was and what he had done to her.

The second person, followed by the third... With each experiment, Zayne learned and improved. However, although the look was easy to replicate, the demeanor was not. Every time a girl said or did something that differed from his Goddess, he deemed her a failure. Then she was made into an ice sculpture in the garden, duplicating every moment of The Goddess he adored.

A sculpture depicting her seated and reading a book. The other portrayed her dancing. Another one featured her cooking meals... Across the garden placed eleven sculptures, all centered on the original essence, the true Goddess.

That night, the twelfth piece would join them.

Zayne raised the woman's chin in a delicate manner. A visage similar to that of a Goddess was staring at him. But he knew it was not her. She would not weep, she would not plead like that. She was quite resilient in taking on everything, including death. Even in the moment when Zayne failed to protect her, still she smiled and said, "You're here."

As for the person who was steadily frozen in that standing posture, she was weeping and begging him to release her. She used to be a scientist. How unfortunate; her brain was almost perfect for receiving all of the Goddess' memories, as well as the prior females' pasts; nevertheless, that was a side impact Zayne did not desire. However, this woman was not obedient at all. She in secret disposed of the medication he had given her and discovered an old but still functional phone in the archive. She intended to run away but Zayne intervened just in time.

"Quiet." He spoke in his usual calm tone, but it sent chills down the woman's spine, literally. Since her body was almost entirely frozen. Zayne added: "Smile. "My Goddess looked nothing like this."

It was always the same; they screamed, they cursed, they pleaded for life. How ugly! None of them were worthy of wearing the face of The Goddess! It was Zayne's hands that adjusted their faces before the freezing procedure was complete. As a result, they all transformed into beautiful ice sculptures at last.

He came closer, carefully extracting the Goddess' protoccore from the false woman's heart and ending her agony.

When Detective Cooper arrived, the mansion's gate was already open. He heard screams in the jasmine garden, followed by a sudden silence. He immediately took out his gun and moved towards it.

He discovered Zayne's collection of ice sculptures in the garden. Twelve sculptures representing varying looks of the same person were coated in a thin layer of ice that was nearly transparent, allowing the faces of those inside to be seen. Zayne was in the center of the place, kneeling close to the daybed. His hand was softly stroking the hand of the woman who was lying down.

"Do not come close." Zayne's words sounded like anguish. Detective Cooper aimed his gun at him and shot.

A layer of ice developed from the ground, forming a crystal fortress between them. Cooper's bullet ended up caught inside.

"Zayne!" Detective Cooper shouted. "Stop it! You will suffer the consequences for your crime!”

"Consequences?" There came an uncanny laugh from the shelter. Zayne gave Cooper a grieving look. "Having to live in a world without her is already a punishment."

Cooper proceeded one step further. The ice spread to his legs and knees before swiftly covering his hands.

"Zayne, what are you doing? This isn't you. This is not what you were made for!"

Zayne's gaze returned to the Goddess, filled with affection. Her face was so calm behind the thin covering of ice. He replied:

"That's true. She created me to heal people. Yet, I hurt them.

Silence arrived. For a very long moment, there was only the sound of the wind howling.

"I knew you would find out the truth, Detective Cooper." Zayne cracked a smile at him from over the ice wall. "I just hope I have a little more time to create a perfect replica of her."

Cooper, with a portion of his body immobilized, had become a reluctant audience for Zayne's monologue.

"I've tried a variety of ways throughout the last five years. But I've never been successful. I can't replicate my Goddess. And now I know why."

Zayne leant forward slightly. His arm wrapped over her head, cradling her. He muttered:

“For, in this world, she is the only one. Thus even if I searched the entire earth, I wouldn't find her a second time. I have made my own judgment.”

“What are you going to do?” Detective Cooper said impatiently. He had called for reinforcements and they were on their way. This place would be surrounded in just a few short minutes. No one could escape, not even a sophisticated cyborg with the Evol of Ice. However, it appeared that Zayne had no intention of escaping.

“I disappointed her…” His voice began to tremble. “I could not save her… I murdered others so that I could replace her…”

Therefore, Zayne, himself, was a failed experiment. Everything that failed would be discarded. A fragment of black ice erupted on his chest and penetrated his body.

"Zayne!" Detective Cooper called out. From where he stood, he could see ice sprouting from Zayne's back. It was a torture.

“I do not deserve to see her again in the afterlife, if there is such a place… But if my life must end here… Please let me die… beside her…”

Zayne's words and breathing became stagnant. Detective Cooper attempted to escape, but he discovered that he could only move once the ice Zayne had summoned melted away, just as life was leaving his body.

Zayne shed a tear toward The Goddess as he placed his head close to her. His hand clenched on hers. He whispered one last time before he, himself, sank into the never-ending ice:

“Let me… die… by your side…”

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lila-rose · 9 months

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I got bored at work one day, thought about Svech, and this is the result.

Rivulets of sweat dripped down Andrei's chiseled chest as the bass of a Russian rap song boomed through his AirPods, encouraging him to go farther and faster.

It had been a long time since he could push this hard.

His physical therapist permitted him to run a few miles to assist with rehabilitation but stipulated that he kept the cardio light. But with the new season upcoming, Andrei wanted to test his new knee.

Growing up with little taught him that sometimes, man made his own fortune. There was always room for improvement, a new skill to learn.

He strived to incorporate that philosophy into his playing style since his mother, Elena, first put him on the ice as a toddler. He was used to taking control and paving his own path.

But when Dr. Bloom, the team's head physician, returned with an MRI that showed a visible ACL tear, apprehension washed over Andrei. He couldn't do anything but apologize for his broken body.

What was he apologizing for?

Did he feel worthless because he couldn't put the team on his back and carry them to victory?

Whatever it was, the malaise quickly disappeared whenever he saw your baby bump poking out from the shirt you "borrowed' from his side of the closet.

There were days were you would wake up from the sunlight hitting your face, nestled in the fluffy bamboo sheets. You could feel Andrei's gentle breaths hitting the back of your neck as he rested one of his strong hands over your son.

And if he had an early morning physical therapy appointment, he would return with Kochetkov's hands full of shopping bags so you two could make a nutritious breakfast and debate your list of baby names.

Eventually, the realization dawned on Andrei that maybe his injury happened for a reason.

He wouldn't be able to lead his team to the Stanley Cup, but he could stay home and care for his wife and infant son.

He could tell her how beautiful and proud he was of her and that he could not imagine a more perfect woman.

And when he first held his little baby boy, his little Alexei Andreyevich Svechnikov, closed to his bare chest, he had to fight back tears as he saw his son wrap a little hand around his finger.

None of that could have happened if his seasons extended into late April.

Suddenly, flashing lights in large mirror panels facing the equipment caught Andrei's eye. The baby monitor on the shelving unit picked up some activity in the nursery.

Andrei stopped the treadmill and took out his AirPod, smiling as he listened closely to his son's sounds. He could tell by the fussing that Alexei was getting hungry.

But his brown eyes soon widened as he realized that you two also had a baby monitor in the main bedroom and that you were likely getting out of bed to care for the baby.

Andrei took off running down the hall and up the wrought-iron stairs, nearly tripping over himself as he climbed to the second floor.

Sure enough, he found you out of bed and tieing your floral silk robe into a bow.

He rushed into the room and rested his hand on your elbows. "Let me care for him."

"Are you sure?" you asked sleepily.

Andrei chuckled quietly as he undid your robe and pushed it off your shoulders. He ran his fingers through your hair as he placed a few gentle kisses on your neck. "You can't even open your eyes, moya milaya. You have done enough and need rest. Go back to bed."

"Mmm, 'kay," you hummed as you climbed back into bed, cuddling a pillow and allowing Andrei to place the covers over you.

"I will bring some coffee after," he said, planting another kiss on your head.

He collected your bathrobe and draped it over the bed frame before heading toward the nursery.

Your son's crib at the far end of the room against a blue accent wall with his name spelled out in Cyrillic letters, contrasting nicely with the other grey walls. Andrei peeked over Alexei's crib, where Alexei smacked his lips and tried putting his hand in his mouth.

"Good morning, little one," Andrei cooed, gently brushing his finger along his son's cheek. "Are you hungry?

Alexei responded with an unintelligible groan.

"That would be yes."

Andrei fetched a bottle and a can of Enfamil from a cabinet in the corner of the room. After some water and vigorous shaking, he placed the bottle on the side table next to the rocking chair.

"Come here, my little man!" said Andrei as he lifted Alexei from the crib.

Alexei immediately took the bottle into his mouth and began drinking the formula.

A warmth filled Andrei's eyes as he watched his son. "Don't tell your mama," he said, "But you are the best gift. I love you so much, and you make me want to be a better man."

Unbeknownst to Andrei, the baby monitor in the main bedroom picked up saccharine words to his son and broadcasted them to you. Your eyes fluttered open as you listened to him pour his heart out.

You couldn't help but stare at the monotone "Morning After" photos you two took for your bedroom after you became Mrs. Svechnikov, thinking about the most crucial skill Andrei acquired over the past couple of months — how to be a loving husband and father.

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 2 months

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❤️ Tristan by Jesse Roman 🧡 How to Live Free in a Dangerous World by Shayla Lawson 💛 Daniel, Deconstructed by James Ramos 💚 Of Socialites & Prizefights by Arden Powell 💙 Lost Harbor by Kimberly Cooper Griffin 💜 Hannah Tate, Beyond Repair by Laura Piper Lee ❤️ Bunt! Striking Out on Financial Aid by Ngozi Ukazu & Mad Rupert 🧡 How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly 💛 Blackmailer’s Delight by David Lawrence 💙 Tile M for Murder by Felicia Carparelli 💜 Impulse Buy by Jae 🌈 Live for You, Die With You by Kalob Dàniel

❤️ Fairest of All by A.D. Ellis 🧡 Goddess of the Sea by Britney Jackson 💛 A Taste of Earth by Nico Silver 💚 The Moorings of Mackerel Sky by M.Z. Emily Zack 💙 How the Boogeyman Became a Poet by Tony Keith 💜 V is for Valentine by Thomas Grant Bruso ❤️ Crushed Ice by Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James 🧡 When Tomorrow Comes by D. Jackson Leigh 💛 Bugsy & Other Stories by Rafael Frumkin 💙 The White and Blue Between Us by Kiyuhiko 💜 Guide Us Home by CF Frizzell & Jesse J. Thoma 🌈 The Friendship Study by Ruby Barrett

❤️ Infinity Alchemist by Kacen Callender 🧡 Heart2Heart edited by Annabeth Albert 💛 No Time Like Now by Naz Kutub 💚 Bless the Blood by Walela Nehanda 💙 Vengeance Planning for Amateurs by Lee Winter 💜 Who We Are in Real Life by Victoria Koops ❤️ Prove It by Stephanie Hoyt 🧡 Mewing by Chloe Spencer 💛 Awakenings by Claudie Arseneault 💙 Born of Scourge by S. Jean 💜 Disciples of Chaos by M.K. Lobb 🌈 To Cage a God by Elizabeth May

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❤️ Out There by Iris Eliot 🧡 At Her Service by Amy Spalding 💛 Green Dot by Madeleine Gray

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tourneys-by-me · 9 months

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Who is in

Here are the characters with the most votes who are in the tournament:

Pyromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Portgas D. Ace (13)

Roy Mustang (9)

Kai (ninjago) (8)

Bloom (winx) (5)

Caleb Widogast (5)

Taranee Cook (4)

Sailor Mars (4)

Leo Valdez (4)

Muhammad Avdol (4)

Agnes Montague (4)

Lup (4)

Axel (kingdom hearts) (4)

Lavagirl (4)

Blaze the Cat (4)

Fintan Pyren (3)

Natsu Dragneel (3)

Red Son (3)

The Pyro (tf2) (3)

Zuko (3)

Fireboy (fireboy and watergirl) (3)

Electromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Enel (one piece) (6)

Killua Zoldyck (6)

Denki Kaminari (5)

Misaka Mikoto (4)

Sailor Jupiter (3)

Cure Milky (3)

Larxene (3)

Tess Ruunaser (3)

Storm (marvel) (2)

Jiang Cheng (2)

Urbosa (2)

Raiden Ei (2)

Pikachu (2)

Cole McGrath (2)

Audrey Redheart (2)

Static (dc) (2)

Raiden (mortal kombat) (2)

Garnet (su) (1)

Yoomtah Zing (1)

Frankie Stein (1)

Luxomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Alina Starkov (7)

Zelda (7)

Stella (winx) (6)

Merle Highchurch (5)

The Radiance (hollow knight) (5)

Borsalino (one piece) (5)

The Signal (5)

Iridessa (disney faries) (4)

Luz Noceda (4)

Rose Lalonde (3)

Glimmer (she ra) (3)

Rapunzel (2)

Shallan Davar (2)

Apollo (mythology) (2)

Gabriel (ultrakill) (2)

Yuri (kamen rider saber) (2)

Stella (spiritfarer) (2)

Amaterasu (okami) (1)

Sailor Moon (1)

Ori (1)

Aquamancy: (this bracket is now full)

Percy Jackson (9)

Nya (ninjago) (7)

Lapis Lazuli (6)

Undine Wells (6)

Linh Song (5)

Mermista (4)

Demyx (4)

Irma Lair (3)

Silvermist (disney faries) (3)

Sailor Nepture (3)

Giovanni Potage (3)

Katara (3)

Qifrey (3)

Watergirl (fireboy and water girl) (3)

Sea Fairy Cookie (2)

Shin Mouri (2)

Cure Mermaid (2)

Aquaman (dc) (2)

Chaos (sonic) (1)

Hahli (1)

Cryomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Elsa (11)

Aokiji (one piece) (8)

Zane (ninjago) (7)

Jack Frost (rotg) (5)

Leif (bug fables) (5)

Frosta (4)

Noelle Holiday (4)

Periwinkle (disney faries) (3)

Iceman (marvel) (3)

Sub-Zero (3)

Rukia Kuchiki (3)

Gray Fullbuster (3)

Shiva (final fantasy) (2)

Sapphire (steven universe) (2)

Juline Dizznee (2)

Abbey Bominable (2)

Cirno (2)

Frozone (2)

Mei (overwatch) (2)

Ice King (at) (1)

Umbramancy: (this bracket is now full)

Nico di Angelo (14)

The Knight (hollow knight) (8)

Macaque (monkie kid) (4)

Tam Song (4)

Shikamaru Nara (3)

Noob Saibot (3)

Brian Laborn (3)

Rhysand (3)

Pride (fma) (3)

Darcy (winx) (3)

Rogue Cheney (3)

Megumi Fushiguro (2)

Manuela Dominguez (2)

The Darkling (grishaverse) (2)

Dark Matter (kirby) (2)

Midna (2)

Goro Akechi (2)

Dr Facilier (1)

Roxy Lalonde (1)

Princess Luna (1)

Phytomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Willow Park (9)

Poison Ivy (8)

Flora (winx) (6)

Cornelia Hale (5)

Perfuma (4)

Layla Williams (4)

Alinua (aurora) (4)

Marluxia (3)

Shiozaki Ibara (3)

Meg McCaffrey (3)

Rosetta (disney faries) (3)

Venus McFlytrap (2)

Fern the Human (2)

Briar Moss (2)

Keyleth (critical roll) (2)

Kurama (yuyu) (2)

Isabela Madrigal (2)

Cure Flora (2)

En (dorohedoro) (1)

Bulbasaur (1)

Aeromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Callum (the dragon prince) (8)

Tulin (4)

Aang (4)

Fujin (mortal kombat) (4)

Hay Lin (3)

Wanderer (genshin) (3)

Zoya Nazyalensky (3)

Rashid (street fighter) (2)

Berdly (2)

Michael Crew (2)

Naruto Uzumaki (2)

Yosuke Hanamura (2)

Cure Earth (2)

The Big Bad Wolf (fairy tales) (1)

Sage Harpuia (1)

Smogmella (1)

Sampo Koski (1)

Windsinger (flight rising) (1)

Kushala Daora (1)

Shi Qingxuan (1)

Geomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Cole (ninjago) (8)

Zhongli (4)

Gaara (3)

Toph Beifong (3)

Earthshaker (flight rising) (2)

Rika (pokemon) (2)

Isaac (golden sun) (1)

Alhazred (w101) (1)

Pohatu (1)

Boulder (roa) (1)

Dino-Rang (1)

Evvy (emelan) (1)

Tumblemon (1)

Iggy (jjba) (1)

Rochelle Goyle (1)

Richter (lilo and stitch) (1)

Sandman (rotg) (1)

Leiur Darāhim (1)

Sander (dislyte) (1)

Leona Kingscholar (1)

Ferromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Magneto (12)

Vin (mistborn) (7)

Edward Elric (4)

Gajeel Redfox (4)

Jesper Fahey (4)

Peridot (steven universe) (3)

Ramsey Murdoch (3)

Tachihara Michizou (2)

Pyrrha Nikos (2)

Kurapika Kurta (2)

Risotto Nero (2)

Tinkaton (1)

Rex Salazar (1)

Zoe Blecher (1)

Golden Queen (skylanders) (1)

Karl Heisenberg (1)

Daja Kisubo (1)

Scrapdragon (paranatural) (1)

Millions Knives (1)

Metal Shark Player (1)

#submissions #element specific character tournament #character tournament #pyromancy #electromancy #luxomancy #aquamancy #cryomancy #umbramancy #phytomancy #aeromancy #geomancy #ferromancy

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rxnn · 19 days

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Bleeding Heart [two]

warnings! workplace harassment? (lemme know if i missed anything)

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…a month later

"You hit the call button, Ms. Fischer?" Leia greeted the woman who'd been on their floor for the past few days.

"Hello," the kind woman smiled. Ms. Fischer had been put in Leia's part of the crowded ICU after she'd been hit by a car that had been set off track by Mr. Freeze coating the street in ice for some reason or another.

He failed (obviously) and was eventually apprehended according to the news this morning.

Leia helped Ms. Fischer with that she needed and waved her goodbyes, telling her that she would be handing her off to the night shift's nurse. She assured her that the next would know everything and she'd be in good hands. The woman merely smiled and nodded, thanking her for taking care of her.

It made pride bloom in Leia's chest. It wasn't often that she was praised for her efforts seeing at patients were often in pain, comatose, or just not nice for whatever reason.

"Have a good evening, Ms. Fischer."

"You too, dear."

Leia chuckled as she shut the door behind her and walked toward the desk where she could see her replacement talking to Susan, most likely getting an update on the patients she would be caring for.

"Just the girl I was looking for!"

Shit.

"Dr. Carr," Leia greeted stiffly, folding her fingers in front of her as if it would create some sort of shield between her and the handsy doctor. He was attractive, yes, and close to her age, but he was an asshole who got a chuckle out of harassing the nurses.

His latest victim?

Leia herself seeing as he'd apparently heard from another nurse that she'd said he wasn't her type. He wasn't, but he'd made it his personal mission to woo her no matter how many times she brushed him off.

"How's my favorite girl?" He slung an arm over her shoulder, flashing her a too-white grin.

"Fine," she pushed his arm off her. "My shift is over so I've got to go," she made a beeline for the desk and caught Susan's eye and the elderly woman nodded, glaring at the man she knew was following her, most likely staring at her ass.

"You alright, Barnett?" Susan asked, eyeing Dr. Carr for a moment as he leaned against the nursing station.

The night nurse glanced at Dr. Carr, unimpressed. She was defiantly new, but it seemed she caught onto the situation quickly. She smiled at Leia and introduced herself as June.

"Oh, like the month?" Carr grinned over his shoulder.

"No, like the salad," June retorted, not even looking over at the Doctor.

Leia snorted and gave June her report of the patients she'd been caring for.

Eventually, Carr got bored and put his hand a little too low on Leia's back and whispered in her hear that he would see her on her next shift. Leia had to resist punching him. He was protected by someone at the top parts of the hospital. A friend of a friend apparently. Which meant any complaint to HR didn't do shit.

"What an ass," June scrunched her nose up as Carr walked toward one of the other doctors.

"Indeed," Susan grumbled, her signature red nails typing away. "Go home, Barnett."

"Yes ma'am," Leia saluted the elderly woman who rolled her eyes, but the small smile gave her away. "Nice to meet you, June."

June nodded and pat her shoulder before they went their separate ways.

❥

"I should be home in about 15 minutes, okay?"

"Okay, Mama! Did you get the cookie batter?" Callum's excited voice rang through the speaker pressed against Leia's ear.

"Of course I did, baby," Leia adjusted the heavy bag full of groceries on her shoulder as she left the small grocery store. Only one bag since she didn't get much. "Now, you stay with Ms. Houseman till I come get you okay?"

"Gotcha!" He cheered and Leia laughed, the sound filling the mostly empty streets of Gotham. She could almost imagine him holding up a thumbs up. The faint laughter of Mrs. Houseman told her she was probably right.

It took her mind off the fact she was walking home…in the dark…in Gotham…paying little attention to her surroundings.

There was shuffling behind her and she sped up, not daring to look behind her as she was suddenly hyper aware of everyone who passed her on the sidewalk. The distant sound of thunder accompanied the sound of footsteps so it was hard to tell if she was being followed.

"Alright, I'll see you soon. Be good!"

Callum's giggle made her laugh softly.

"Love you, Mama!"

"I love you too," she replied before the boy hung up and tucked she her phone away.

Despite the ache in her shoulder from the bag, Leia didn't pause to adjust it or move it, her paranoia getting the best of her. She held her keys in her free hand, gripping them tightly between her knuckles as the sound of footsteps grew nearer. When she finally made it to the door, she stupidly glanced over her shoulder to see a large figure in a dark hoodie heading straight for her. Her heart caught in her throat, and she went to push open the door, but it opened on its own and she ran into a someone — more like a wall — and stumbled back.

Leia would've fallen if it weren't for a hand grabbing her arm and steadying her. Sadly, her groceries weren't as lucky as they dropped from her shoulder and spilled out right there in the doorway.

"Crap," she cursed, bending down and gathering the fallen items before they could be stepped on.

She watched the person walk past swiftly out of the corner of her eye and she paused, trying to get a good look at their face with no luck.

"This yours?"

Leia turned, facing a man around her age, with dark hair and pretty blue-green eyes holding out some of the chocolate chip batter she'd bought at the cornerstore.

"Oh! Thank you," she smiled up at him as he silently handed her a few other things she'd dropped. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I thought…" she trailed off.

"No worries." He shrugged, helping her up and handing her the bag. He glanced at the bag, raising a brow as she took it from him. "That's pretty heavy."

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it," she smiled softly, and he chuckled. "I'm Leia by the way," she held out her free hand for him to shake. He hesitated for a moment before his much larger hand took her own. She was surprised at how calloused it was, but she tried not to let it show on her face.

"Jason." He nodded then his phone rang, but he silenced it immediately.

"Well, I'm sorry about that Jason and thank you of helping me pick up my mess."

He chuckled, rustling his hair which she just noticed had a bit of white in it.

Cool, she thought to herself. She'd heard of people being born with it.

"It's practically my job," he replied, before stepping aside and holding open the door wide enough for her to get through.

"Thanks," she muttered and then gave him a soft smile. "Have a good night, Jason."

He chuckled. "You too, Leia."

She nodded once before heading up the stairs, her anxiety dimming as her home came into view. She dropped her things off in her apartment before going upstairs to gather Callum.

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"Fucking stupid family dinner," Jason muttered under his breath as he walked down the stairs, texting Alfred that he'd be there despite already being late. He barely went, but Dick wouldn't leave him alone on patrols (on Alfred's behest) until he promised he would come. Plus, he knew if he didn't, his apartment would suddenly be missing random things for at least a month.

He opened the door to leave his apartment complex and was met with a woman bumping into him. On instinct, he reached out and grabbed her wrist catching her before she fell. Sadly, he wasn't fast enough to grab her groceries that spilled at their feet.

Jason recognized her immediately. She had moved in next door months ago with a young boy who he assumed was her son. He hadn't bothered to introduce himself seeing as his last neighbor had quite frankly been a bitch.

When she was standing straight up, he noticed her frazzled gaze flickering behind her and he followed her gaze to see a random person, face hidden under a dark hoodie pause. He glared at them and they quickly scampered off, making him scoff under his breath.

The woman's soft muttering brought him from his thoughts, and he began to help her collect her fallen items, subconsciously glancing around for anyone else who could jump at her.

"This yours?" He held out a can of cookie batter toward her and it seemed to snap her out of her thoughts.

"Oh! Thank you." She said with a bright smile that made his mouth twitch up in a small smile as he handed her a few of her things. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I thought…" she trailed off, glancing in the direction the creep had wandered off again.

"No worries." He shrugged and let her use his forearm to stand before picking up her overflowing grocery bag. It was much heavier than he expected and he rose a brow at the woman before she took it from him. She wasn't small, probably around 5'9" with a fair amount of muscle on her. It seemed like the bag didn't bother her much, so he guessed she was strong enough to handle herself. "That's pretty heavy."

Jason wanted to slap himself for such a stupid comment, but instead of making fun of him, she smiled. It was a pretty smile.

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it."

He chuckled, finding himself forgetting about his promise to Alfred.

"I'm Leia by the way," she said, holding out her free hand.

Jason glanced at it, hesitating. Her friendliness was odd, something he wasn't used to. In the end, he took her hand in his and he saw her face flicker for a moment before her smile widened. Her hands weren't calloused like his, but they had a few small scars here and there, but most were faded.

"Jason." He introduced himself.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, a swift reminder of his annoying older brother, but he quickly silenced it. They could wait.

"Well, I'm sorry about that Jason and thank you for helping me pick up my mess." She fidgeted with her necklace, a locket by the looks of it; a little worn, but taken care of, before tucking some hair behind her that had fallen from her braid when she'd stumbled.

Jason chuckled. "It's practically my job," he replied without really thinking about it and almost winced. To save himself, he stepped aside and opened the door for her to come inside, realizing he'd been standing in her way.

"Thanks," she said softly and gave him another pretty smile. "Have a good night, Jason."

He chuckled dryly, knowing he'd get scolded by Alfred and/or Dick when he eventually got to the manor. Not that he cared. They were lucky he was even showing. "You too, Leia."

She nodded once, that piece of hair falling from its place behind her ear. She didn't bother moving it this time as she ascended the stairs.

Jason watched her go, making sure she made it up the first set of stairs before the obnoxious ringing of his phone brought him from his trance. He blinked and shook his head, glancing at the now empty staircase. He faintly heard her continuing up the stairs but didn't bother listening anymore as he brought his phone up to his ear, scowling as he walked out and toward his bike.

"Where are you? You're late then you don't pick up your phone!" Dick's familiar scolding flooded his eardrums.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving now," he rolled his eyes and hung up on his senior. He glanced back up at the complex, seeing a light flick on and through a window, he saw Leia lift up a little boy and kiss his cheek while the boy giggled.

The distant sound of thunder made him curse quietly and he started his bike, fighting the urge to glance back up at the window.

❥

When Jason finally made it back to his apartment that night, he was exhausted (as always). He rolled his shoulder, a faint pain followed by a pop made some of the tense muscles release.

Despite how tired he was after the nagging from Dick for his late arrival and following patrol, he couldn't take his mind off his too nice neighbor. Something about her was…off. He couldn't put his finger on it and that unsettled him.

He blamed it on his paranoia at first. Then again, one could never be too careful in Gotham, could they?

Jason shrugged off his persona, Red Hood and traded it for an old t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He made his way through the apartment, turning on lights as he went, grabbing an ice pack for his shoulder before walking over to his computer. Even if the Lazarus Pit allowed him to heal a little faster than your regular vigilante, he wasn't without the soreness that followed.

He could've just asked Tim to do it seeing as the guy had x10 more equipment and strings to pull, but Jason was stubborn and didn't want to bother with the strange looks he would definitely get for it.

So, he put his detective skills to the test and spent the next hour researching, deciding to skim the surface and come back to it with a fresh mind after he took a nap.

He found the basics, but not much seeing as she had a social media account, but it was barely used. The last post was from a year prior, a simple picture of her and a slightly younger version of the boy he'd seen with her.

Leia Barnett ICU nurse at Gotham General Hospital. Moved to Gotham about two months ago with her adopted son, Callum Barnett. No one else seems to be in the picture.

He scribbled the small notes on a piece of paper he had handy. As far as he could tell, she was clean. Just a normal person trying to make it in the world.

Jason heaved a sigh, running his hand down his face and turned off his computer, kicking himself for thinking anything bad about his new neighbor. Leia was a sweet woman — that much was obvious — trying to do good by her son which was enough to tug on his sheltered heart. He decided enough was enough and got up and collapsed against the couch, too tired to make it to his bed, hoping he'd wake in a few hours.

Sadly, that wasn't the case as a loud knocking startled him awake. The sun was barely peeking over the building across from them, scattered rays of light hitting the ceiling. He groaned, sitting up slowly and listening for another knock. With any hope, it was just a dream, and he could go back to sleep.

The sound of a boy's voice followed by soft muttering told him the opposite.

He stared at the door and stood, grabbing one of the many guns he had hidden around the apartment. He approached the door, listening for anything else, but there was no other noise, so he glanced out the peephole and was surprised to see a small bag of cookies with a note attached.

Jason would've left it, but he recognized the name on the note and snorted, picking up the small bag. It was decorated in red, blue, and green drawn stars. A sticky note taped to the side read: 'Sorry again for bumping into you, neighbor — Leia and Callum' with Callum's name written in wobbly letters.

He stared at the note then the cookies. He didn't know how long he stood there before he scoffed and tossed them on the counter with the note and walking off to take a shower. He didn't have time for a single mother and a little boy trying to befriend him.

Yet, even as he left his apartment later that day, glancing at them once before he closed the door, he couldn't bring himself to throw them away.

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three, four

#yandere #yandere x oc #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #damian wayne #dick grayson #yandere batboys #yandere batfamily #yandere dc

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tommosgun · 7 months

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Thank you to @kingsofeverything for tagging me 😘

Rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

1. Most hits: Rise up like the sun

My actor Harry Dr Louis fic. I found this one the easiest to write by far. I’m not sure why it’s got 71,300 hits but I’m super proud of it. Love the characters in this one.

2. Second most kudos: King of wishful thinking.

My ‘Pretty Woman’ story. Harry the hooker, Louis the businessman. Written around Leeds, my home city. It has 1584 kudos. I’d love for more people to read it.

3. Third most comments: (so king of wishful thinking was third so I’ve cheated and gone to the second most comments which is) We are timeless

Harry is minor Royalty, Louis is in a band. They’d met years before in Ibiza and had this sweet but very brief encounter. Fast forward a few years and they meet again…

I love these characters and this story. My last fic written 🥺

4. Fourth most bookmarks: The light to guide me home.

My Vegas/instant attraction fic. Louis runs a bar, Harry is on holiday with the others and they stumble into Louis’ bar… it’s fun and smutty, yet feelings do develop.

5. Fifth most words: Can I lay by your side

Louis a Uni student and barman bumps into Harry in his local shop buying Vodka and looking lost. They bond over Harry’s weekend bucket list of getting drunk, getting laid and getting stoned. It’s quite angsty as they part ways, only to meet up six months later under very different circumstances.

My first proper fic and I do adore the characters.

6. Fewest words: Sugarpie honeybunch. (500 words)

We had to use keywords which were, Ice crystals, cooking and candle and use exactly 500 words.

Louis cooks mince pies for Christmas and gets in a bit of a mess...

7. ( there isn’t a 7 but I’m cheeky and want to add this one) Can I just be the same?

I agreed to be a pinch hitter and when I got my prompt I was scared shitless! It was vampire-y and totally NOT what I’m used to reading or writing. But the pics for the post were so gorgeous I just had to give it a go. It’s set in present times, Harry is the Vampire (of which we don’t really see much of this going on, only how it happened 🫣) Louis is in Law. They meet outside of a pub as Harry walks home from work and Louis is outside having a cig. There are flashbacks to Harry navigating his life around never getting older and therefore never putting down roots or having anyone in the world for him. He runs away as things become more difficult in his life and he starts again. Can Louis be the one to give him roots and a reason to stop running?

I’m going to tag @reminiscingintherain @allwaswell16 @disgruntledkittenface @indiaalphawhiskey @jacaranda-bloom @twopoppies

And absolutely anyone else. If you’ve already done it, sorry x

#fic writing #fic post #self promo

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godblooded · 1 year

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@shapeslain

“ it looks good on you. ”

the good doctor represses the urge-- the curling desire to just touch the other woman’s hair. it’s simply that, an urge. she’s accustomed to those, intrusive and constant as they may be. but there’s a smile on her face like most don’t get to witness. a casual beast in solitude is she, and in her solitude, she does not exactly make friends. allyson is not a friend so much as she is someone alana feels like some cosmic force she doesn’t believe in put in her path to just-- apologize for her life. karmic payback for a history of hellish social interaction and downright betrayal. allyson is a person that’s kindred to the gunslinger. she leans her cheek upon the heel of her hand, charmingly broad grin on full display. periwinkle baby blues are bright as a spring day. she’s more alive than she usually seems.

which is a feat.

“ not that -- ...i think anything would look good on you. ”

she stumbles words awkwardly, suddenly worried the implication is it might not have looked good. an alana tendency-- overthinking, so deep in her own head even something as casual as allyson makes her fumble her words. alana waves a hand as if to dispel the words just spilling forth from her mouth, and it’s the only thing that keeps her from continuing to talk.

try not to make an ass of yourself, dr. bloom.

#shapeslain #ic. dr. bloom.#v: dr. bloom: love lives here. (shapeslain)#opposite. allyson nelson. shapeslain.#starters. dr. bloom.#threads. dr. bloom.#[ :) my verse tag gets to be an end reference and now i'm ALIVE.]

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life-winners-liveblog · 3 months

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Story time? Story time! The translation might be a little off but the singing flower is an interesting one, I promise

A king had two children, a boy and a girl. Since he was old, one day they told them "to the one that will bring me the golden ball I'll give my kingdom".

The two kids left and arrived at the woods. There, they saw two roads; the little boy took the one to the right and the little girl the one to the left.As they already looked for some time, the boy having found nothing but the girl found the golden ball.

They came back to where the road forked and the boy was jealous of the luck his sister had.

"Give me the golden ball" said the boy

"I cannot"

"Give it to me or I'll kill you"

"You will not get it"

Then the boy killed his sister, dig a hole and put her in it. He took the golden ball and brought it to his dad.

"Where is your sister" asked the king.

"I don't know, she stayed in the wood" lied the boy.

But on the little girl's grave grew a rose bush with a pretty bush. A shepherd, going this way, take the flower and put it in his pocket. The rose began to sing.

"Shepard, shepard

It's my brother that killed

To get the golden ball

It's my brother that killed me

To get the golden ball"

The shepherd got scared and brought the rose to the king. The shepherd took the rose in his mouth and it began to sing. The king did it too, and the rose again began to sing.

"Father, father.

It's my brother that killed me

To get the golden ball

It's my brother that killed me

To get the golden ball"

The king called his son and made him put the rose in is mouth too.

"Brother, brother

It's you that killed me

To get the golden ball

It's you that killed me

To get the golden ball"

And the king understood everything . He asked the shepherd to guide him where he found the rose, and began to dig the grave. But, as soon as he began, the little girl was alive again. The king was happy to see his daughter again and put his son into a bag, throwing him alive to the water.

- General

Scott: I did not expect that ending... It's surprising.

Grian: Guess It's time for another story?

Scott: I've done 2nd reign then 4th reign, I think we could do some 3rd reign literature...huh

Grian: Is there a problem?

Scott: 3rd reign literature tends to be poetry so I don't know what stor- wait nevermind, I know just the one! Once upon a time there was a wise king, the king on birthday made an announcement: he invited the 10 strongest and most powerful witches of the land to prove their worth in front of his court and him and the winner would become the kings personal spellcaster granting them riches and resources others wouldn't even dream of.

Scar: Ohhhhhh! Magic battle!

Scott: The 10th witch, powerful in the arts of the flame, never arrived to the challenge thinking herself above such competitions, and the 9th felt too insecurr to partecipate, leaving 8 witches to compete-

Grian: Stupid decision really.

Scott: The first challenge was easy, the witches had to find a diamond needle in a muddy plain. The 8th witch, the witch of ice and snow appalled by the tought of reaching into the mud quit the competition, while the 7th witch, the witch of the deserts, was incapable of finding the needle in the mud and was eliminated.

The second challenge was slightly more complicated, around the forest were scattered magical items that had to be found. The 6th witch, surrounded by the power of the sea barged into the forest without plan and was never seen again, the 5th witch covered by the smell of dark magic and undead attracted the attention of the forests spirits and was eaten by the forest itself.

The time for the third challenge came, the witches had to convince the kings daughter of their worthyness trough speech alone, the sound of ticking clocks that accompanied the 4th witch annoyed the princess and she was denied, the 3rd witch covered in vines and blooms was also denied for her fake flattery had enraged the princess.

The fourth challenge was the biggest, two dragons had been terrorizing the kingdom and had to be slayed. The 2nd witch armed with the gift of lightning attacked the dragon head on and managed to defeat it but her brash actions left her wounded and poisoned to die little time later. The last witch however was full of wisdom and she had known the dragon was not attacking the village for evil, but only because of a curse, so instead of slaying the beast she freed it from the curses influence and the dragon indebited swore his loyalty to the kingdom. The Witch was immediately made the kings spellcaster for she had not only accomplished the tasks but she had also gained the kingdom a powerful ally.

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #scott smajor #grian #goodtimeswithscar

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super-who-locked-me-in-here · 1 year

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NBC Hannibal Characters as Things My Family Has Said

Hannibal: "If you're going to kill something, at least eat it afterwards."

Will: "He gets so scared when you make him be the dummy."

Abigail: "Dr. Bloom I'm upset. You're not gonna see me tomorrow because Hannibal literally just murdered me."

Alana: "I bet her vagina smells like bad decisions."

Jack: "I don't want to hurt him, I just want to shatter glass in his face."

Beverly: "The lady in the basement stole all the ice."

Jimmy: "Why do something if you're not going to research it?"

Brian: "Remember it's problem solving, not cock blocking."

Freddie: "I got excited and forgot about the consequences of winning."

Frederick: "Anybody could kill me. I could kill me."

Mason: "Your face is a third world problem. No one cares enough to fix it."

Margot: "If a guy wants to get you pregnant, tell him you left your vagina in your other pants."

Bedelia: “I don't know, I might body swap with Hannibal just so I could kill myself.”

Molly: "She wouldn't be an innocent bystander if you didn't turn her into one!"

Franklyn: "The coolest thing I've ever made is a breakthrough in counseling."

Bonus Charaters + Conversations because the quotes were too good to pass up on

Cassie Boyle: “Imma need you to keep your lungs inside your body at all times for the safety of you and other passengers.”

Randall Tier: "I'm gonna go not think about animal predators but, like, sexually."

Literally every character that has dinner with Hannibal in the beginning: "I didn't know that was in my mouth."

Hannigram: "I'LL EAT YOU BRO. I'LL KISS YOU ON THE LIPS."

Will: "Hannibal says three bad words: damn, hell, and shit."

Jimmy: "He doesn't say ass?"

Beverly: "No, that's not classy."

Jimmy: "Neither is shit!"

Brian: "Yeah but you can have fancy shit, but you can't have fancy ass."

Will: "What am I gonna do now!?"

Beverly: "Pet your dog and die, I guess."

Hannibal: *kills Abigail*

Will: *silence…* "That was my will to live."

#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #alana bloom #freddie lounds #frederick chilton #mason verger #margot verger #abigail hobbs #molly graham #bedelia du maurier #hannibal incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #murder husbands #jack crawford

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sunsetshifting · 1 year

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Desired Reality Idea Masterlist

So, you’ve decided to shift realities. But where to?

(Don’t forget to script safety wherever you go, ESPECIALLY for your the dangerous DRs!)

(As well, I do not recommend that minors age themselves up significantly just to go to more ‘mature’ DRs. Please, consider your mental health and development before you consider shifting to someplace where you may be traumatized unnecessarily.)

That said, here’s a list of Desired Realities to consider! I’ve searched quite a few lists myself, and figured I’d compile all the ones I found most appealing here! If you have any more ideas, then feel free to send an ask/leave a reply and I’ll be sure to add them!

Games:

Animal Crossing

Any of Pacthesis’ dating sims (just seems like it’d be a wild time)

Blooming Panic

Cinderella Phenomenon

Deltarune

Detroit Become Human

Diabolik Lovers

Fallout

Fire Emblem

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Homestuck/Hiveswap

Minecraft

Obey Me

Persona

Pesterquest/Friendsim

Pixie Hollow

Pokemon

Resident Evil

Seduce Me

Silent Hill

Skyrim

Stardew Valley

The Last of Us

Undertale (or any of the AUs)

Welcome Home (not a game, but it is interactive in some ways.)

Anime:

Attack on Titan

Black Butler

Death Note

Demon Slayer

Fairy Tail

Free!

Fruits Basket

Hetalia (or 2p!Hetalia)

Inuyasha

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kakegurui

Little Witch Academia

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Sailor Moon

Sword Art Online/Alfheim Online/Gun Gale Online

The Promised Neverland

Tokyo Ghoul

Ouran High School Host Club

Yuri on Ice

Movies:

Any Studio Ghibli movie

Barbie (any of them)

Coraline

Corpse Bride

Disney (any of them)

Lord of the Rings

Marvel

Star Wars

The Pirates of the Caribbean

Twilight

Shows:

Adventure Time

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Euphoria

Ever After High

Good Omens

Gravity Falls

H2O

Monster High

Once Upon a Time

Rick and Morty

Star Vs. the Forces of Evil

Steven Universe (or Future)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

The Legend of Korra

The Owl House

The Umbrella Academy

The Vampire Diaries

The Walking Dead

Winx Club

Books:

Alice in Wonderland

Divergent

Harry Potter

Maze Runner

Percy Jackson

Pretty Little Liars

The Hunger Games

Alt. Reality:

Fame DR

Improved version of your OR

Kpop Idol DR

Royalty DR

Streamer DR

SMP Server DR

A reality where none of your favorite shows were cancelled!

#reality shifting #reality shift #quantum jumping #quantum jump #reality shifting ideas #scripting ideas #desired reality #desired reality ideas #sunset shifting #masterlist

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Charisma, Hitoriboushi (A Solitary Tribute Death) - Iori Motohashi English Lyrics Translation

TL Notes:

奉死 (houshi) is kind of a pun of 奉仕 (houshi) which is service. 奉死 (houshi) isn’t really a common combination, but 奉(hou) does have a meaning to “dedicate” which is what Iori is very well known for. He alone (独り, hitori) dedicates his body, and therefore eventually his death to whomever. 奉 in this case is an auxiliary that shows tribute to something. His death (死, shi) is a tribute to those he works himself to death for.

The “humble” pleasure in the sense of kairaku(快楽) is pleasure from freedom of earthly desires.

回峰行/kaihōgyō: thousand-day walk through the mountains from Hieizan to the old Imperial Palace in Kyoto (ascetic practice of the Tendai sect).

澪標/miotsukushi is a play on words (wow this is happening quite a lot here!) of 身を尽くし/mi wo tsukushi. A Heian-era classic Japanese poem (waka) by Prince Moriyoshi goes: “Miserable, now, it is all the same, channel-markers at Naniwa-- even if it costs my life, I will see you again!” (Translation by Dr Joshua Mostow) < That link goes more in-depth between the two.

I took a bit of liberty with 記憶の花/kioku no hana. Instead of saying “memory flower/flower of memory” I chose to put “forget-me-nots” as the flower most commonly associated with memory.

Also-- I just wanted to point out that the way they "officially" read "houshi" is "boushi" that's why the transliterated title is "Hitoriboushi" but he clearly says it as "houshi" as a reference to the word for service.

The voice calling me to humble pleasure consumed my brain With no way to shake it off, I return to you

Yielding myself to writhe in pleasant submission Controlling my own desires, aah, it drives me crazy

Chores, serving meals, massages Thousand-day pilgrimage, human sacrifice If anyone tries to steal those from me I’d sooner kill them

From the bone, all the way down to the marrow To the softly falling blossoms I would give up my life And it would come to an end… I would serve, serve, and serve-- until my dying breath This solitary tribute death

My favorite collar shackles me As a sign of my vow, if you would please let me be I cannot help but to be your slave For it is my purpose in life

If you wish for it (let me seek it) Tase me, blaze me, dunk me in an ice bath too My body (remembers it) This sinful love, passionately engraved

Please order me around! Come on! (I’ll bring you food) Do you need an organ donor? (Thank you) I’ll take on burdens from an alternate dimension right away Right now

From the bone, all the way down to the marrow To the softly falling blossoms I didn’t choose to be like this This is just how I live

Oneday… I will fall In the end, I’d like to be by your side Bloom, bloom, blooming bountifully I will become your “forget-me-nots”

And if I could be reborn again I would serve you once more Your esteemed orders Please give me more and more

A Solitary Tribute Death (google.com)

#charisma house #charisma #crsm #MatchaGyudon #translation #english translation #karisuma #hitoriboushi #iori motohashi #iori

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lalalian · 1 month

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dr ideas pt.2

date: march 27, 2024

fairy bakery dr

okay so not the most creative DR, but it's cute isn't it?

Imagine baking lilac nectar scones in a little mushroom house early in the morning. You breathe in the sweet aroma of blooming flowers as you slide all the carefully baked desserts into those little chilled bakery display shelves.

SOOO cute omfg… here’s some desserts that I think would be sold here (disclaimer, I’m Asian, I’m both Chinese and Thai)

The first photo is Chinese shaved ice (Baobing)! I’ve never actually had baobing, but I’ve had bingsu plenty of times. Idk if the consistency of baobing is the same as bingsu, but the actual ice part is very very fine, exactly like snow. The best bingsu places flavor the ice (other than the toppings). The ones I liked the most had a hint of vanilla flavoring (probably vanilla ice cream or smth). I definitely think that fairies would use magic to purify snow and make baobing out of it!

The second photo is probably bua loi, this is something I’ve had all the time as a kid. The purple stuff is regular coconut milk mixed with sweetened and condensed coconut milk, the white flower is essentially softer boba. Idk wtf is in the mochi lookin things, but I assume it’s the purple coconut milk. This dessert is eaten warm.

Anyway, I definitely think that fairies would make lots of fruit parfaits, elaborate cakes, donuts filled with sweet nectar cream, and strawberry tarts. Some other desserts you should make in this DR are tanghulu, moon cakes, luk chup, kleeb lamduan, thapthim krop, and a-lua (aka ‘Allure’). I’ve had all of these irl (besides for tanghulu, I can’t eat it😭) and they all have a mild but sweet and unique taste. I’ve never had smoked a-lua before, but I have had the unsmoked version. I think it’s similar to merengue…? I’ve never had merengue, but it looks similar to it 😭 I have had luk chup before, it’s sweet but if you don’t like the smell or taste of the candle used to smoke the desserts, you deffff won’t like it. It’s like biting into a vanilla scented candle, I absolutely love it, but ik that not everyone grew up with that kind of flavor! My fav smoked dessert is khanom pia, keke

Oki doki, let’s get back on topic. What would the interior of your bakery look like?

It’d definitely have lots of flowers, especially flowering vines, dried herbs would be hung for decoration or to garnish desserts, jars of self made jam would line the counters too. There would be a large window you could open, and you’d be able to place your desserts on the window sill for other fairies to pick up.

oki I think that’ll do for now. I feel like my posts lately have been getting really long, so here’s a shorter one <3

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randomrabbidramblings · 1 year

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Thanks to Bwahstrella's... questionable policies about her clients' privacy here's her quotes:

Not quite spoilers, but if you want to catch them yourself, don't go ahead. No spoilers about the DLC, just lil' trivia about the characters. There's A LOT of them, I don't even think you could get all of them in a couple of playthroughs, I may have missed a bunch, so if you find some I didn't let me know!

"Augie lives in fear his villagers will discover that their emergency food supplies are just bags of nacho cheese sauce."

"Augie was supposed to build a new temple, but he blew the funds on booking DJ Cheep Tuna for his birthday."

"I foresee Augie will be put on a "performance improvement plan" for using the lighthouse to cook a rotisserie chicken."

"Tell Augie our service hotline is not a free consueling service."

"Find out wich intern told Augie he was doomed and fire them. He is calling like a lunatic now."

"I foresee Augie wearing sweatpants to his parents' anniversary after forgetting to try on his suit until the day of."

"Orion's next cargo ship will catch fire after Salesbot's crates of "furniture parts" turn out to be illegal fireworks."

"I foresee Orion being swallowed alive by a Shovel-Nosed Gobblegazer while star fishing. He REALLY needs a new hobby."

"Magnesio and Vanesia sold MANY "prosperity crystals". The catch? They were ICE crystals. Rabbids got water in the mail."

"I sponsored Telesio in a book-a-thon fundraiser. He read every book in the Winter Palace - TWICE! Cost me a fortune."

"Each postcard of Dr. Vent is stranger than the last. That Rabbid is in dire need of a vacation."

"The balls they throw at the Winter palace are like knitting circles compared to the ones they had there back in my days."

"Woodrow is to recieve terrible dating advice until he rescinds the 5% fortune telling tax on Palette Prime!"

"Woodrow's ex-girlfriend couldn't even read a greeting card inscription without breaking into hives, poor thing."

"The Fates are many, and their voices discordant, but on this ONE thing they agree - they HATE Woodrow's poetry."

"When Woodrow needed money he wrote crude limericks under the name "Bell Chur". Oddly they brought only good luck."

"If Woodrow calls, tell him I am in a seance - DO NOT take a message, especially if it rhymes."

"Yes, it is bad if Woodrow's next poem destroys the galaxy, BUT if we don't have to hear it - mixed blessing."

"Lots of Rabbids from Palette Prime are calling for advice. Woodrow must be working on a new poem. SHUDDER."

"Tell the Palette Prime office I'm eagerly awaiting fresh gossip from the Spellbound Woods about Sweetlopek an the Dryad."

"I foresee the Dryad and Sweetlopek making a fortune selling fall-themed "farmhouse chic" pinecone wreaths to tourists."

"A certain Spark Hunter who is as dense as her name implies owes me for damage to my vacation home on Palette Prime."

"I didn't say Salesbot smuggles artificial pumpking spice into Palette Prime, but I also didn't NOT say it."

"The "authenthic" Paletteville Plaza Farmer's Market scented candles I bought from Salesbot smell like rotting garbage."

"The premium for poetry-related accident insurance on Palette Prime is six times that of our other locations!"

"A golden acorn of opportunity will fall in your lap while you are asleep. It will be eaten by a vole."

"Bea reports that "Madame Bwahstrella Doom n' Bloom Boquets" are a very popular item between mortal enemies."

"Bea's music made a small comeback after DJ Cheep Tuna sampled it for Darkmess Cheese Barber Wrap Tunnel Disco party."

"Tell my publicist to invite Galaxy Confidential to my Doomy Awards dinner party, then seat the Phantom near Bea."

"You didn't need to be psychic to predict the Phantom dumping Bea for one of her backup dancers, but would she listen?"

"Tell Alkementor I need a case of red banana-kumquat-star apple mineral fusion water for my Doomy Awards afterparty."

"I see Sullivan going dateless at the Engineer's Ball if he does not stop blowing me off for his stupid train."

"If Sullivan calls, tell him I'm having lunch with a handsome salesman who prefers electric trains over steam engines."

"Sullivan sent roses to apologize for calling me "vile rabble" after I said his steam train was a "ridiculous fossil"."

"Everywhere I go at the Everbloom I am asked. "Do you foresee more overtime in my future?" Hard to relax."

"I foresee Momma being thougher than leather and harder than steel, with an itch for action and living like there no tomorrow!"

"I wouldn't want to be a certain Spark Hunter when Momma catches up to them with an itch that only revenge can scratch!"

"Tell our Barrendale Mesa location they are absolutely NOT to close during "Big Momma's Bike Rally and Chili Cookoff."

"I foresee Gerspard moving into his Neo-Figurative Hyper-Expressionist Retro-Futuristic Tabloid phase to rave reviews."

"Rabbid Peach wants HOW MUCH for a sponsored post?!"

"Someone tell Rabbid Mario we do not use male models for our gift catalogues before he sends us any more beefcake shots."

"Prof. Backpack's lecture series is postponed until he can find a commercial spaceflight with room for his backpack."

"Can someone remind Salesbot he does not work here? He keeps popping in to help himself to our breakroom snacks."

"My competitor, Madame Bwahstrodamus, could not predict yesterday's weather if she had a newspaper."

"Find out how many lanes the bowling alley in Madame Bwahstrodamus' mansion has so I can build mine with twice as many."

"Sigh... Have my body double do the autograph signing. I need a vacation..."

"I see a new personal assistant in my future if my chicken cheesesteak is cold like last time."

"Curses, hexes, evil eyes... Fortune-telling USED to be fun. Now the Fates most rely on algorithms and statistics."

"I'm Doomed, My Partner's Not - my self-help guide for couples, it's due out this spring."

"Life is short - doom well, doom often, doom much."

#im done skimming youtube videos lmao #rabbid #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario+rabbids sparks of hope #mario + rabbids #mario+rabbids #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope #sparks of hope dlc #tower of doooom #madame bwahstrella

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