#shes doing a good deed and ridding the world of evil

[hecksupremechips]

God every day I think about Akane’s breakdown in door 3 because there really is no correct way to interpret that and every possibility makes me crazy. Like she sees this fucked up corpse whom Junpei (and the player, depending on how they play) believes is their friend Snake, but she knows that it’s Guy X. It’s a man she very intentionally put in the game for this very purpose, so that he could die horrifically and be displayed for everyone to see. And she has a full mental breakdown over being trapped in this room with the corpse, being trapped by Junpei, to the point where she rips out her hair and starts bleeding from how much she bangs on the door screaming to get out. And fuck, there’s so many possibilities like

Akane could be feeling genuine terror over the sight of the body, and with that remorse. She made this happen, she wanted this to happen, and now she’s forced to quite literally watch the damage she’s caused unfold. She can detach herself from his murder easily in other timelines where she doesn’t have to look at it, and she can sleep easy knowing that her hands are technically clean because she didn’t do the literal killing. But she can’t do that here, and she has to face the fact that not only did she happily cause this death, she failed her mission. She isn’t going to survive, and now this man is dead for nothing and everything is her fault

On the other hand, her entire breakdown could be completely fabricated in order to keep playing the role of the damsel in distress who is so innocent that the very sight of blood drives her to insanity. The interesting part about this is that if she could fake such a horrific breakdown, just how much of her personality a facade? We know she wants revenge, for everyone from Cradle to feel even an ounce of the pain she and so many others went through, but we don’t get to see the extent of how much she feels this way. We never hear directly from Akane about her feelings on any of the original organizers, just her note about her desire to punish them. She hates them, but does she see their deaths as a necessary evil, or does she feel joy and satisfaction at watching them go? It’s absolutely horrifying not knowing, not being able to see her true feelings, not knowing just how real or fake she is, the extent of her madness. Perhaps she doesn’t even know that herself

IN OTHER WORDS, it’s fucked

#zero escape #akane kurashiki #the truth lies somewhere in the middle im sure #but god both possibilities are so tasty #personally i think her reaction is fake to an extent like i think she does feel at least some joy over the murders #shes doing a good deed and ridding the world of evil #but i think that this is a rare moment where she actually thinks for a minute about what shes done and how its fucked #like shes never truly present in the moment she can never fully grasp the severity of the trauma #and i kinda want to believe that this route is a bit unexpected for her #like she had to have known it was a possibility but its entire existence relies on junpei betraying the others #and i think that she was ready to write it off as a rare possibility so she didnt worry about it too much #because the only thing holding junpei back from choosing door 3 is aoi saying that picking it would require leaving people to die #and akane has nothing but her trust that junpei is good and wouldnt do something so horrible to rely on #but then it happens and she cant handle the uncertainty she wasnt ready for ANY of this to happen #not only did junpei betray the others he betrayed HER in so many ways he doesnt realize #he did what he thought was good for june but its exactly the opposite hes not only damned her #but he trapped her in a room with the disgusting corpse that she put there and everything throws her off #and she has to confront that even junpei is unpredictable and is capable of evil and that she herself has fucked up so much #she cant escape this without literally STEPPING INTO the entrails of someone she killed #and its all just too much and she completely loses it #so yeah for me its less a mental breakdown cuz she feels bad for murder #but more a breakdown because shes been betrayed and caught off guard and has a brief realization of how terrifying her actions are #those may sound the same but they arent please guys please :( #as you can see im very normal about this and good god 999 is so fucking good

[zenixromeave]

i love fucked up vylad <3 vylad can go crazy sometimes too

-vylad anon

alright. this ones for the people. the diaries: irene's blessing vylad overview

in my rewrite/headcanons, vylad is not a Good person. he wants to be! but he isn't. he thinks he's evil because he's a shadow knight. because he came back wrong. in believing that this is what makes him inherently evil and Bad, he believes the same about every other shadow knight. he doesn't believe they can be good. he doesn't believe they can change. he believes the world should be rid of them, because he believes the world should be rid of himself.

i'm going to show a lot of his healing/character arc through his relationship to food and gardening

vylad forages the nether for the most lethal things it has to offer- warped fungi and its relatives, which shadow knights are basically allergic to in my rewrite. he makes himself ill tasting the plants that aren't meant for him, and with them, he tries to develop poisons that Stick. that kill.

he keeps a journal, in case one of them works. he hopes someone will pick up his work and do what needs to be done. his most effective poison, he used when trying to shoot zenix. on a human target, the poison was the least concerning thing about being shot, but he'd hoped that in the blood of a shadow knight, it might do some real damage. he didn't get to see if it did. he wallowed in guilt for weeks after shooting brendan, cursing himself for another evil deed.

(alright ok this part diverges quite a bit from canon i think, but i didn't want kiva locked up in a prison cell in the nether. it didn't make sense, and lowell already went through that so like, damn, that's just fucked up yknow?) then a young girl gets stuck on the wrong side of the portal. vylad is so thankful to have been the first to find her, and sets his mind on making sure she survives until he can get her out. mostly, that requires food and water. i imagine that if you go high enough, close to the roof of the nether's caverns, you can find water, drip-dripping down from places unknown.

vylad cuts the thick flesh of red and blue mushrooms for a new reason. its a good reason. he's allowed to do something good.

for a long time, he's built himself on the idea of getting rid of evil. of getting rid of things like him. for the first time, he does something good.

after a few days and the smell of sizzling mushrooms and gargantuan pork chops, vylad makes himself a plate to eat. this time, without the things that hurt him.

he used to join his mother in the garden when he was small. even though they could have had anyone else in the world do it for them, they got their own hands dirty and took care of the little plot themselves. vylad was never very good at it, but they didn't do it for sustenance or survival; they did it for the joy of doing it.

he considers trying to garden again. maybe he could enjoy the fruits of his own hard work. maybe he could try to put good into the world, instead of trying to weed out the bad.

after all, any plant can be considered a weed, if you aren't looking at it the right way.

#vylad ro'meave #mcd #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #z.txt #um. ask me to tag ?

[rosie-b]

True Blue

Chapter 6: A Window into Darkness (<- ao3 link) (2943 words)

M. Agreste shook his head as he closed the casket. “The Wish will rewrite every mistake we have made, Marinette. It will be as if the akumas never happened. There will be no pain, only a brave new future rid of monstrous deeds and people. It’s as simple as ripping out bad stitches in a dress, only...” “Only, Golden Bug and Chat Grise have the seam ripper,” Marinette realized.    M. Agreste smiled grimly. “Exactly, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I knew I was right to choose you as my apprentice.”

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Marinette lay awake in her bed, unable to sleep as M. Agreste’s words turned around in her brain, repeating themselves in an endless circle. 

She hadn’t had enough time to think about them that afternoon, while M. Agreste rapidly explained everything and practically pushed her out of the door. There was far too much for her to digest in one evening, as her parents exclaimed in relief that she was safe from the Evillustrator and stuffed her full of comfort soup when they noticed how shaken she still was. 

It was one thing to learn that M. Agreste was Hawk Moth. It was another to learn that Adrien was created by magic, a magic that had broken and nearly killed his mother. A magic that was possibly breaking her, too. 

M. Agreste had created an akuma that could have killed both her and his son. He’d also offered her a life-saving medicine, and was working day and night to save his wife and the lives of two others. He was stiff and cold, but it was clear that his heart was full of love for the people closest to him.

And yet, he was the face of evil in Paris.  

Marinette didn’t know what to do with the heterogenous mix of information swirling around her head; should she try to warn Adrien that his father was misguidedly using a Miraculous to try and save his mother? Should she tell him that his existence was bewildering to every brain cell she owned? 

If she were Adrien, she’d rather hear about all this from her parent, not a girl who’d only just found out about it, herself, and didn’t have a good grasp on the situation. 

Marinette rolled over and buried her face in the warm pillow. Did Adrien even count as human? Was he some kind of humanoid magical being, like an elf? 

That would explain his superhuman good looks, at least. 

But no! He had to be human! Adrien was the most human boy she’d ever met! He felt everything so deeply, even when he hid it, fought to protect her from the Evillustrator, made the worst puns she’d ever heard, and cared so much about life and the people he met in it.  

He just also happened to be tied to an amok that could let anyone (or maybe just his mother? Marinette wasn’t sure) control him. 

She had to tell him eventually. He deserved to know the truth. 

Resolved, Marinette rolled over again and tried to fall asleep. 

Before she could drift off, another thought struck her. 

Emilie was still alive according to Gabriel, but the rest of the world thought she was dead or missing, at best. So where was she? 

She really hoped Gabriel wasn’t keeping her in the attic. That would just be creepy. 

__*__*__*__*__ 

That morning, when the Gorilla came to pick Marinette up, Adrien was waiting in the backseat. As Marinette approached the car, he opened the door and stepped out, balancing his new bookbag on his shoulder. 

“Hello, Marinette,” he said, lifting his hand in greeting and offering her a small smile. 

Marinette stared at him unblinkingly for three agonizingly long seconds. Then she jumped backwards and grinned manically, her eye twitching as she spread her lips further. 

“Haydrien! Smile nice to move you! No, I mean hi, Adrien! Your smile is nice! Very human!”  

Marinette wondered if she could ask M. Agreste for an akuma to make the ground swallow her. 

Adrien blinked. “Thanks, Marinette! Your smile is very human, too.” 

Marinette coughed into her fist and kept staring at Adrien as the smile slowly fell off his face. 

His ears turned pink as he adjusted the bookbag’s strap on his shoulder. 

“Marinette, I know we don’t have much time before you leave for the mansion, and I have to get to school, but I need to ask you about yesterday. Chloe didn’t apologize, did she?” 

Oh, right, Chloe’s latest bullying attempt had been yesterday, too. 

Marinette shook her head, remembering how Chloe had laughed about M. Agreste only thinking of her as a servant. Well, he’d proven that he cared about her enough to trust her with his biggest secrets.  

Marinette slowly smiled as Adrien lowered his head and frowned remorsefully. 

“I’m so sorry, Marinette! I could tell she was acting weird, but I didn’t know what to do about it. I won’t let her get near you again, I promise. She has to learn to stop bullying people!” 

“Yeah,” Marinette agreed, still caught up in gloating over the inaccuracy of Chloe’s taunts. Just a servant, indeed! Just a girl with the most dangerous information in Paris! That had to count for something. She was like a secret confidant, and everyone knew confidants were worth more than servants. 

The Gorilla pressed the car’s horn, startling both Marinette and Adrien. 

“I guess it’s time to go,” Adrien said, scratching the back of his neck. “Listen, I know I can never make up to you for what happened yesterday, but I promise I’ll try! And I’ll see you after school, right?” 

Marinette shrugged as she swung her backpack off her shoulders and put it in the car. 

“I hope so,” she said, brushing her bangs out of her eyes and turning to Adrien. “Have a good day at school, Adrien! I’ll miss you during lessons!” 

Adrien swallowed, watching Marinette climb into the car and get ready to go. 

“I’ll miss you, too,” he said, and waved as the car pulled away from the curb. 

Minutes later, Marinette was stepping into the mansion, feeling a shiver of dread as she remembered that this was the house of Paris’ feared villain, Hawk Moth. 

She tried to banish the thought, reminding herself that M. Agreste had a good reason for what he was doing, and besides, he seemed to care about her. She was probably safe. 

Ms. Sancoeur led Marinette into the study room, which felt twice as large without Adrien in it.  

“Mr. Agreste told me that you discovered Hawk Moth’s identity yesterday,” she said once she’d closed the doors behind them and they were alone in the room. 

Marinette’s heart skipped a beat. That’s right, Nathalie knew about his secrets, too! 

“Yes,” she nodded as she wet her backpack down unsurely. This day was not going to be normal, was it? 

Ms. Sancoeur sighed and pushed her glasses up. “That’s not ideal,” she said. “How are you taking the news?” 

I’m still not sure if it was a dream, Marinette thought. Out loud, she said, “I’m still adjusting to it. Although, I can see why M. Agreste is almost never available, now. He has to be one of the busiest men on earth, since he’s running a company and making akumas at the same time.” 

Ms. Sancoeur frowned and tapped her pen against the tablet she was carrying. “It isn’t easy for him. But even though I’m sure you have questions, I have a few very important ones that I’d like you to answer, first. And they’re not your times tables,” she said, stretching her mouth in an awkward smile. 

Marinette stared. 

“Sorry, I was never good with humor,” Ms. Sancoeur sighed. “Well, please do your best to answer, anyway. Where was Gabriel when you found the safe? Was he inside?” 

“No, he was outside by Emilie’s statue,” Marinette responded.  

Nathalie took a deep breath. “And he needed his tablet?” 

“It was his sketchbook, actually,” Marinette replied. “He wanted to try a traditional approach yesterday, so he asked me to get his sketchbook for him.” 

“And he told you it was in the atelier?” 

“Yes.”  

Marinette scrunched her brows together as she thought. Hadn’t M. Agreste told Nathalie any of this yet? Then again, he was pretty busy, as Ms. Sancoeur had just confirmed. 

“And that’s when you found the open safe and put on the brooch.” 

“Exactly, and then M. Agreste found me while I still had it in my pocket.” Marinette squirmed as she had to retell the story. “I wasn’t feeling well afterwards, so he took me upstairs and gave me some of Emilie’s medicine after explaining things to me. It was very nice of him.” 

Nathalie muttered something under her breath and made a note on her tablet. 

“So, you know that Emilie used the Peacock to create Adrien, that it made her ill, and that Gabriel is using the Butterfly to try to gain the Ladybug and Black Cat, which he’ll use to bring her b— to heal her."

“Along with someone else who used the Peacock, and two others who died from it.” 

Nathalie sat down in Adrien’s old chair. “He really told you everything, then?” 

Marinette frowned. “Well, mostly. He didn’t tell me where Emilie is. Is she in a hospital somewhere? The United States, or England?” 

Ms. Sancoeur looked away. “She is receiving the best care we can offer her,” she parroted. “In Paris. You’ll have to ask M. Agreste if you want to see where she is exactly.” 

“Oh. He did say I could ask him more questions after school today, but I don’t really want to bother him more than I have,” Marinette said. “Do you think I should ask him?” 

Ms. Sancoeur gave her an odd look. “If you think you’re ready for the answer, then go ahead. I think he wants to share this with you,” she said, and cleared her throat as she stood up. “Now that that’s done, we should get started on our lessons. There are many subjects to cover, and you’ll need to get started on your homework early if you want to ask M. Agreste about Emilie this afternoon. We’ll begin with a short French lesson, and after that, your Chinese tutor will be here...” 

__*__*__*__*__ 

It wasn’t until three o’clock that Marinette had the chance to speak to M. Agreste. Standing in his office, she looked at the portrait of Emilie with a trace of guilt in her chest. None of this would have happened if she hadn’t temporarily stolen the brooch from that safe! 

“So, did Nathalie explain anything more to you?” 

Gabriel looked down at Marinette from where he stood, working on a new design at his art stand. She fidgeted and shifted her stance. 

“She said you’d gone over most of everything. But she said I should ask you about where Emilie is receiving care, not her.” 

M. Agreste turned off the tablet he was working on and turned to Marinette.

“Yes, I suppose that would make sense. Come with me,” he said, walking over to the painting that hid the safe. 

Marinette was confused, but she followed behind M. Agreste. He pressed a few buttons hidden in the artwork, and suddenly, a circle appeared in the floor, opening up to reveal a glass elevator. 

“We will have to go one at a time. When you get to the bottom, wait for me,” M. Agreste said, guiding Marinette into the elevator by her shoulders. 

I don’t like where this is going, Marinette thought as the doors closed behind her.  

The elevator was not very wide, and Marinette stayed stock still, afraid to tilt the whole machine, throughout the ride down to the hidden basement. The elevator opened, and she stepped out through a second, metal door onto a dimly lit balcony connected to what seemed to be a catwalk of sorts. She stayed frozen there as the elevator rushed up to the first floor and came back down with M. Agreste in it. 

He stepped out of the elevator and walked past Marinette onto the metal bridge. A group of lights turned on, and at the far end of the catwalk, a large window opened up, illuminating a large, circular platform with plants growing on it. In the middle of the platform, there was a white box that looked like a casket. 

Marinette’s heart twisted as she followed M. Agreste onto the bridge. Was this really where Mme. Agreste was being treated? It was just as bad as if she had been kept in the attic! 

M. Agreste began to speak as they neared the end of the long bridge. “From what I understand, Miss Dupain-Cheng, you have never lost anyone close to you before. Nathalie tells me that you might have some difficulty understanding our position because of that. Well,” he said, placing his hand on the white casket, which opened to reveal an unmoving Emilie Agreste, “Perhaps you will understand me better after this.

“Imagine that for twelve full years, you have to watch a loved one, perhaps your mother or father, slowly die of a mysterious illness. No medicine can cure them, it can only lessen their suffering. And soon enough, even medicine begins to fail them. So you turn to your friend, who creates a piece of technology so advanced that it can hold death off for years. And then for months, you hold on to hope for a miracle. You hide your loved one’s sickness from their child and the rest of the world, just as they asked. You help them into this bed and hope that one day, they’ll step out of it. You let the public give up on her, and you hold a funeral, a façade meant to divert public attention until you find the cure. 

“And you do find the cure. But someone else has it, and they’re unwilling to share. They’ll never share, even if it means my wife’s death, and the death of three others. Hundreds could die, and they still would not give me their Miraculous!” 

M. Agreste was breathing heavily, his hand clenched into fists as he leaned over Emilie’s life-saving coffin. Marinette watched in shock as a tear fell from his eye.

“So, you do the only thing you can. You put on your Miraculous, become Hawk Moth, and fight to save the people you love. And the city calls you a monster, as if you don’t know who the true monster is!”  

He slowly turned from the coffin and glared as he looked at Marinette. “The Guardian of the Miraculous is a cold-hearted man, Marinette. He will do everything in his power to stop me from saving Emilie and the others, even you. But I can’t give up hope, not when the Wish would solve every problem I face and more. Not when Adrien is giving in to despair and turning to school to distract him from his fear that he will never see his mother again. Do you understand now, Miss Dupain-Cheng?” 

It was hard to speak through the lump in Marinette’s throat, so she just nodded instead. Her eyes were wide and glistening as she stared at M. Agreste, whose face relaxed as he nodded back at her.  

“For as long as the Guardian clings to his foolish old ways, I must remain as Hawk Moth. Rest assured, Miss Marinette, I will win in the end. And the Agrestes will rise once more.” 

That was fine, but, “What about the Parisians you akumatize? Won’t they remember the trauma from causing harm to the city, even if Golden Bug always undoes it?”

M. Agreste shook his head as he closed the casket. “The Wish will rewrite every mistake we have made, Marinette. It will be as if the akumas never happened. There will be no pain, only a brave new future rid of monstrous deeds and people. It’s as simple as ripping out bad stitches in a dress, only...”

“Only, Golden Bug and Chat Grise have the seam ripper,” Marinette realized.  

 M. Agreste smiled grimly.

“Exactly, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I knew I was right to choose you as my apprentice.”  

Marinette’s stomach flipped. “Just for fashion, right? You’re not training me to be the new Hawk Moth, are you?”" 

The corner of Gabriel’s mouth twitched. “Of course, just for fashion,” he said in a voice as sticky-sweet as honey. “I would never expect you to put yourself in harm’s way for someone you hardly know.” Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply. “There’s something I must attend to,” he said as his eyes shot open. “A person’s heart is ripe for akumatization. Would you like to come with me to see how it’s done? It might set your mind at ease. I can feel your discomfort through the brooch.”  

Marinette swallowed as he removed his ascot and touched the metal butterfly lightly. From his shirt pocket, a purple kwami emerged, wings drooping as he stared sadly at Marinette.  

“Well?” M. Agreste asked impatiently.  

“Maybe next time,” Marinette said quietly. “I promised Adrien I’d talk to him after school, and I only have a little time left here, anyway, so I should get ready to go. If that’s okay with you.” 

M. Agreste frowned, but nodded in understanding. “Then go, Marinette. I will see you again tomorrow. I suggest you be ready then.”

Marinette felt his eyes boring through her as she slowly walked back to the elevator and pushed the button to go to the first floor. There was another button, too, but she wasn’t sure where it went, and she didn’t think she could handle anything more today. 

She practically fled from the atelier, hoping that she would never see Emilie Agreste’s coffin again. She wasn’t sure how she could face Adrien after today, knowing so much more than he did about Hawk Moth, about the woman hidden under his house, even about Adrien himself. There was so much she had learned that she'd never wanted to.

At least it turned out that Hawk Moth was on the good side, after all.

#bluewing au #ml fanfic #rosie-b writing

[crackedlemonade]

Xena Warrior Princess is dope

A few years ago I remember watching the entire series of Xena Warrior Princess on Hulu. It was right before Xena and Hercules were pulled from Hulu. It began as me rewatching Hercules with Kevin Sorbo and finding the series incredibly boring and around the episode where Xena cameos I decided to switch over to watching Xena. It was a great choice, if I continued to try to watch Hercules I would not have had the time to watch Xena. Xena as a show had everything that Hercules as a show lacked.

I don't remember the plot as strongly for Hercules but I do recall that he was traveling after his wife died and what took me out was how unbalanced the world was. Hercules was a demigod and could knock out giants and go toe to toe with Gods so every time he would get in a bar brawl and fight with regular mortals for too long it just took me out of it. Like if he's strong enough to duke it out with Ares, cool, more of that, but if that's the case he should be like One Punch Man with mortals.

Xena, however, is a redemption story that begins after she decides to stop pillaging and murdering the innocent. She travels to make amends for the evil deeds she committed and rid herself of the guilt compiled by the slaughters done by her and the army she commanded. She runs into a group of girls being attacked by bandits and meets Gabrielle, a young girl who is due to be married but doesn't want a normal domestic life. Gabrielle wants to venture the world, learn about people and tell stories of the places she's been. While Xena is rescuing the women Gabrielle sees her bravery and decides that she wants to travel with her. They begin traveling and it's just amazing adventure after amazing adventure.

What's really great about the Xena and Gabrielle dynamic is that they represent what the other wants. Xena wants to be done with killing, she wants to have a life in a village with no fighting and loves the innocence that Gabrielle represents. Xena is even committed to protect that innocence throughout their adventures. Gabrielle wants the innate bravery, prowess and power of Xena, she would love to protect people and use weapons and wit the way that Xena does.

Xena is good at improvisation as well as planning. One thing that is a great part of the show is that when she has to stop an opponent she usually does it in a way that allows them to let their plan play out so the antagonist gets a sense of comfort and then strikes. The odds on the show never seem unbalanced because she doesn't defeat all of her opponents with raw power, she uses her intelligence on foes that are stronger. If you haven't watched it in a while, you should consider rewatching.

#xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle #90s television #90s nostalgia

[adleryoung]

"So," I said, irritably, "are you done? Can I get back to piecing my life together while pretending that my fate isn't being manipulated by a bunch of power-hungry, self-aggrandizing old crones who think they deserve the world on a platter just because they once had pretty faces?"

"Careful with that kind of talk," Lana murmured smugly. "Most of the Sisterhood's high council are still smoking hot. If another agent besides me heard you saying such things, well, it would be bad. That's not a threat. It's just good advice. Plus, what's wrong with beauty? Your insinuation is out of place. The Sisterhood can't be all that bad, because beauty is the standard symbol for goodness everywhere."

"A pretty face can hide an evil mind," I pointed out, quoting the Proverbs of Cellini. "But I'm not interested in debating philosophy with you. You said you would serve me. So am I to understand that you'll go out and spread tales of my deeds, help me find this Skönk femme, and be my direct line of communication with the Sisterhood? Is that right? Or will you stab me in the back like every other Unseelie ally I've had?"

"I was not planning on stabbing you in the back," Lana declared.

"If the Sisterhood ordered you to, would you?"

"Hmm," she mused. "That's a tricky one … I think it would depend …"

"That's what I thought," I sighed. "I need a promise from you that you will never harm me."

"You have my word," Lana smiled. "Elves don't lie, you know."

"Not good enough," I said with a scowl. "I need you to solemnly swear."

"That's not very Seelie," she smirked.

"Neither are you," I retorted. "Now swear, or you'll never leave this room. I can keep you in perpetual orgone paralysis. Is that how you want your story to end?"

"That doesn't sound so bad," Lana mused. "But no, my mission is too important. Very well, I swear before Fuma, by oak and by thorn, that I will never harm you, Adler Young. How's that?"

"It'll do. Now then, you said you knew how to handle the time skips, so your first duty is to escort me back to the clearing WITHOUT launching me into the future."

"Sorry, can't do that."

"Why not?" I demanded.

"First, I'm still paralyzed," she explained. "Second, we've moved around and a lot has changed since we came in here. This makes the calculation much more complex. And third, just no."

"You said you'd do anything I wanted!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, but I didn't say I would do EVERYTHING you wanted," Lana grinned. "Anything and everything are very different concepts. Plus you only made me swear I wouldn't hurt you. Getting rid of your pathetic lowfolk parasites certainly will not hurt you."

"CONFOUND YOU!!" I bellowed. "Fine, so I guess you want to stay paralyzed here until you starve to death then."

"I've already explained how killing me would be a bad move," she chuckled with obvious relish. "Plus you would have to stay in here and starve with me. You can't manipulate the Gate well enough to know how long you've been gone. Do you even know how much time it would take for me to recover? For all you know, I might actually be able to get up now. Can you afford to leave me in here unsupervised? I wonder if I can get into the scrying tower? I wonder how easy it would be to break its delicate scrying mechanism? Just because I can't hurt you doesn't mean I can't cause you an endless amount of trouble."

Damn it! She had outmaneuvered me again! Was there no way to escape the Sisterhood's control?

"Fine then," I snapped. "Out we go. I hope you're happy with the mess you've made."

"I'm quite satisfied with it so far," Lana cackled as I dragged her through the Gate.

On the ground just outside the dolmen were a couple of baskets and bags of rotten food, swarming with flies. I could barely hold back a tear as I thought of Vernier dutifully bringing them according to our agreed schedule, seeing the previous baskets sitting there untouched, wondering where I was and what had happened to me. It looked like three weeks' worth of food sitting there, but I could have been gone longer than that. Vernier might have simply given up and stopped coming after three weeks of seeing her deliveries going to waste.

"Good," Lana smirked as she pulled herself into a seated position against the side of the dolmen. "You must learn not to rely on lowfolk. You're an elf! Rely on yourself! And on us! Let the Sisterhood supply your needs. We just want to help you achieve your destiny."

#furry #elf #story #plot #adventure #cartoon #tboay #skunk #floozy

[sillywolffoxwrites]

Prologue The Road to Amn 11th of Flamerule, 1490 - Day 43,741, Hour 9

(Here's a quick bio written by Yuze, with notes about our backgrounds and life expectancy, because apparently he likes to remind himself of his and everyone else's mortality.) - Aurelia Pictured above, from Left To Right Aurelia High Elf: Avg life expectancy 750 yrs. Age: 20 Born: ??/??/1348 Ferrum Half Orc/Half Human: Avg life expectancy 74 yrs. Age: 28 Born: 29th of Eleint, 1340 Yuze Half Elf/Half Human: Avg life expectancy 150 yrs. Age: 39 Born: ?? of Flamerule, 1329 (I just appreciate anthropology my dearest daughter) - Yuze

The events of the Iron Crisis all happened so damn fast. 1368 was a busy year, saving the sword coast from war, saving Baldurs gate. The months after killing my half-brother and saving us from war with Amn would be a blur. But the cult of Bhaal still lingered, The letters that follow detail our attempts to get rid of the last cultists of Bhaal, and to deal with the new threat that loomed over us, that of the Aasimar, Caelar Argent.

Since the beginning of our adventures, the meaning of Bhaals cult had changed for me. From a group of faceless zealots, to the homicidal fan club for the worst father ever. Now I have a fourth father. Gorion, Ferrum, Yuze, and Bhaal. He raped my mother, Sarevok's mother, and countless others. He sired a multitude of siblings, hoping some how we could bring about his holy resurrection. That's all I knew at the time. Ferrum would lead our fight against the cult, and many other evil-doers and miscreants (as Minsc would call them) besides. It confused me that amidst all our heroism his faith would fail him. Now I understand. We saw so much injustice that he began to lose confidence in Helm. Maybe we *should* be critical of our gods, but who am I to say. Ferrum lost favor with Helm, and his holy magics have gone dark. In light of his lost healing magic, he would grow to become quite the potions master, even after his magic eventually returned. Yuze seemed as much the sage as he ever was, looking barely older than myself all the while. It contrasted Ferrum's streaks of white hair, and his crows feet. I miss my father. I have outlived him by some hundred years, and still I miss him. I know Yuze does too. None the less, I would begin to grow as a leader, as well as silently taking up my own crusade. To atone for the sins of my father, and to resist his legacy. For so long I was just surviving, fleeing from assassins, reacting in the moment. Now I had a purpose. My exposure to the outside world that year had been eye opening. The monks of Candlekeep taught me to value equity, and I believe in the justice Ferrum taught me, but Baldur's Gate, no, the whole sword coast it seemed, did not. What justice was there when every Gnoll Kobold and Hoboglin were slain on sight? Their deeds never making it to a scale to be measured. Where was justice for the poor? One emergency, one disaster, or the misfortune of parentage, and a person is damned to starve in the streets, waiting for a coin or two from greed mongers with more wealth than they could ever spend. Unlike my father, I saw authority to be questioned, and laws to be disregarded if they did not serve any good. Maybe he saw it too, and that's why Helm forsook him. He could be a very strict god.

I believed I could use my rogue skills to find my own justice. The rich did not need all their gold, and I was all too happy to part them from it.

First though, the cult of Bhaal. The beginning of our story would find us in the undercity, in the neighborhoods surrounding Bhaal's temple. Imoen was there with us, she'd been doing well and had begun to train as a mage under the tutelage of Duke Jannath, a powerful teacher indeed. Minsc and Dynaheir were well. It was good to feel Minsc's wamth in this cold place - and Dynaheir was always good to talk strategy with. Not to mention she doubled the magical output of our team. Lastly we hosted a newcomer, Safana. She was a bit shady for our taste, but knew her way around the ruins.

Let us tell you of our adventures, of how we stopped the Shining Lady, of fights and folly, and knowing my fathers, probably fucking (I don't read those entries - ew). Let us tell you our story. - Aurelia

#Baldur's Gate #BG 1.5 #BG:SoD #RP #Aurelia #Prologue

[asoulofatlantis]

Did he seriously just ask me if it is okay if he kills us all here, even tho he just admitted himself that we didn’t violate the rules? It is certainly not okay, Mr.!

Neither did I. But I guess that would suggest that the game thinks you are the weakest team of the “big teams” ^^’

Kinda cool that we are prepared to kill for all the right reasons for once.

This wouldn’t be a Trails game if they wouldn’t give these cruel murderers some sad backgroundstory to try to justify their evil deeds. I hope tho that they do better here than they did with Crow...

Hey now, its not her fault that she got lucky!

Honestly? After her backgroundstory was finished, I want to kill her even more ^^’

With all those years playing self-sacrificing idiots it is finally time to do the right thing... finish that witch off!

He killed that woman not for selfish reasons. He protected Agnes with it and the 250.000 people living in this City, because had he taken a hit possible damaging his Vitals, that would have been the end for the sollution office and no one else can finish Almata off and thus they would destory the town and everyone living in it.

I should feel bad about it, I guess... but I do not. She killed so many innocent people and was even willing to go further and all that just because life had sucked for her. The best example for people being able to turn good despite going through such a nightmare is Renne. And even when she was at her worst, she would not have been so stupid to wish for the whole world to be destroyed just because she had an awful life and that despite the fact that she was a mere child back then.

Really, the world is better off without that woman, that much is fore sure. Tho I feel a bit bad for forcing this on Van.

But other then that... I am the cold hearted person I am and give a damn about finally getting rid of an insane murderer.

I would not have called Rene a villain but... I still fully agree ^^’

Right? It was so damn weird ^^’

Well I am glad I managed to get an hour or two of playing in, but now its time for me to go to bed.

#KnK Mona Version

[kureis-writing-hell]

For sure not a cat

@vhs-catastrophe Thank you! I love Black Hat acting like some kind of eldritch cat and doing everything the wrong way (but he still somehow gets what he wants huh).

I consider 2k words short, okay?

WARNING for some bits of gore and a dead dove (literally!!!)

Flug didn’t own a cat.

In fact, no one in the mansion owned a cat. Maybe in the neighborhood? But then why would a neighborhood cat bring him a dead animal out of nowhere?

It was a blue bird, hardly recognizable due to being thoroughly mauled. And it was laying on Flug’s precious, steryle, white desk! The doctor watched it from a few steps away for a moment, hoping the dead animal would disappear if stared at long enough. It didn’t. If anything its presence got even more obvious. Flug didn’t want to catch some disgusting disease from touching a dead animal. He didn’t have his gloves yet and they were laying right by the dead bird!

Okay, this was not the worst crisis Flug ever had to face. He just had to come up with a solution. He was good with it after all!

“Demencia! I have a snack for you!” The doctor sing-sang.

In a few seconds the vent’s crate fell down from the ceiling and hit the floor. Demencia’s head popped out of the hole, she blinked at Flug and smiled.

“Snack!”

“Yes, right there.”

Flug pointed out on his desk. Demencia glared at the dead bird, made an excited sound and fell from the vents. Flug yelped, it was a long way from the ceiling down to the floor, but the girl seemed fine. She jumped on the desk - thankfully no glass was stored on it this time - grabbed the corpse and held it over her head like a treasure. She cackled maniacally.

When she stuck the bird in her mouth Flug felt his own breakfast coming back to his throat. He grimaced.

“Mmm it was roasted!” Demencia jumped down, crawled to Flug and brushed her hair against his leg, making the doctor shiver. “Thanks, nerd!”

With that she was gone from the lab. Flug shook off the feeling of her touching him, he had no idea where she was after all, and sighed. He had to disinfect half of the lab now.

.

Black Hat couldn’t believe it. How dare Flug give away his gift? He didn’t even consider it as a gift!

Was that not what men liked to be courted with? How come? Catching something so small and fast was not an easy deed, even to Black Hat. Sure, it was child play to shoot birds that sat on a nearby tree or the fence, but those who were flying were easily avoiding being shot! Black Hat took two, whole hours to chase and shoot that particular bird, in Flug’s favorite color! And Flug sent it to waste in Demencia’s stomach? How rude!

Women were so much easier to woo. A rose, a few, suave words, a light touch and she was yours. But men? They were easy to get into your bed but not to tangle around your finger. Of course, Flug was already tangled around his finger, but it was not enough.

Oh. Maybe the bird wasn’t just spectacular enough. Yeah! Such a small creature was difficult to catch, sure, but wasn’t a good opponent. Not like anything in this world could be to Black Hat, but it was for sure way lower in Flug’s eyes than, let’s say, a hero.

Now Black Hat felt disappointed in himself. He obviously underestimated Flug. How could he? A dead bird was nothing. It was still horrible to kill such a small, innocent creature, it was still difficult, but Black Hat forgot horrible doesn’t mean evil. And Flug, while he usually acted stupid and cowardy, had evil roarm in his veins. Yes. Black Had had to step up his game. Forget the childish attempts and go for the finale from the start.

.

The next day there was no bird in his lab. There was a whole scene taken right out of the Hannibal series Demencia loved so much.

Flug entered the room, screamed and jolted out, slamming the door behind himself. Once the first shock wore off he took a breath and entered again.

There was no possible way Demencia could get rid of this all. Right over his desk (again his desk!), was hanging a man, getting blood everywhere. Flug was so close to going into a panic attack, the filth was all over his desk, the floor and his favorite chair. Thanks to everything that’s unholy he had his cup in his hand right now, because otherwise he would have to throw it out.

“Wow!” Flug heard a whistle behind his back and turned around, soothing. Demencia was peeking inside with an amused look on her face.

“Did you do that?!”

“What? No way, I don’t hate you that much!” She laughed and Flug felt hair, rising on his nape. If it wasn’t her stupid prank, and obviously wasn’t 5.0.5. then… “Well, anyway, good luck with cleaning all that!”

Demencia’s laughter stayed with him even when she was too far away to be heard. Flug was still thinking deeply about this. Did he do something wrong? Crossed a line somehow? Pissed Black Hat so much he decided he’s finally done? Whatever it was Flug shouldn’t anger his boss anymore. He should quickly clean up and go back to work.

The doctor turned around again, to take the body down and start mopping, but instead he smacked face first into a wall. He thought it was a wall. Wondering where it came from he stepped back and saw what it really was.

Black Hat’s chest.

Flug held back the urge to fall on the floor and start bowing deeply before Black Hat could painfully force him to do so. Instead he stepped one more time back, putting a professional distance between him and his boss.

“S-sir! What! Why would! So early in the morning?!” Internally, the doctor facepalmed and cursed his nerves. He was most likely standing on the verge of his coffin right now, couldn’t he save some dignity at least now?

Black Hat looked at him, with that wide, dangerous smile. Flug felt his shirt stick to his back with sweat. He was doomed, wasn’t he?

“Do you have something you want to tell me, doctor?” Black Hat wasn’t used to being patient. He couldn’t possibly wait the whole day for Flug to finally finish his work and come to his office, thanking him and apologizing for not getting the signals earlier. He wanted it right away.

“Oh.” Flug’s voice was thin, his body rigid. Black Hat smiled even wider. “I’m, I’m sorry?”

“For?”

The monster circled the poor human, standing behind him. He watched his masterpiece. The ropes, cut skin and broken bones. The man’s heart was in his hands and there were even flowers, sticking out of some of his wounds. Black Hat was so proud with this, so much symbolism and promises!

Flug’s nerves finally took over.

“I’m so, so sorry, my master, my dear boss, my everything, I don’t know what I did wrong but whatever it was I swear, I swear I will fix it!”

“What?” Black Hat’s smile went down a little. He thought, and thought deeply about Flug and where his crazy thoughts would take him if he saw something as majestic as Black Hat’s gift. “What do you think that is?” He grabbed Flug’s shoulder and pointed at the massacre, pinning the doctor to his body.

“Ah, uh, wa-warning?”

“Warning?!”

Flug yelped and pressed himself harder against Black Hat’s body, not exactly knowing what he should do. He couldn’t get away from his boss right now, Black Hat was keeping him in place. The situation was so bizarre. Normally Flug knew right away when he did something wrong. Black Hat wasn’t someone who would be passive aggressive like that, if he was angry he just went for the kill! It was so out of character for him and-

And Flug’s thoughts halted.

The bird from yesterday, roasted, according to Demencia. The body. The fact Black Hat showed up in the lab, which he did only on special occasions or when they were recording an ad. The way the body was arranged and decorated and looked like there was actual effort.

Oh fuck. He thought his boss was a cat.

Flug’s goggles lightened up, his bag crinkled when he smiled widely. He relaxed against Black Hat’s body almost immediately, with a deep sigh and a chuckle.

“It’s a gift!”

“Obviously! Took you long enough!” Black Hat let go of Flug, pushing him and throwing his hands up. The audacity of this man! The over the top stupidity and lack of any sense of human interactions! It was an obvious gift!

“Sir but… why a body?” Flug stumbled after being pushed but caught himself from falling down. He looked at Black Hat with a hand on his chin, trying to comprehend Black Hat’s wicked train of thoughts.

“To show you how capable I am, obviously! Men love hunting, and I hunted this idiot hero by myself, is that not a clear enough message?!”

Oh.

“I mean, I was never really into hunting so-” Flug saw Black Hat’s deadly glare and quickly laughed. “It’s fine, it’s great! Just, an alive one would be a lot more usable and fun!”

Black Hat squinted, realizing Flug was right. Catching a hero alive would be a much more challenging gift than killing them on spot. And it could lead to some mutual fun too. Flug was good at many things but torturing? Oh that always was a feast to watch.

Flug didn’t want to know what the face Black Hat was giving him meant.

The doctor sighed again, the tension leaving his shoulders for once in Black Hat’s company. Then he blinked, realizing one more thing.

“Sir? Can I, maybe, ask why you would decide to give me anything at all?”

“To court you, obviously,” Black Hat answered, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

It wasn’t.

“C-co-court?!” Flug blushed, then paled, then went through probably every step of grief that existed in one second. Finally settling down on blushing so much it was most likely visible on his neck, the doctor took a deep breath, looked at Black Hat seriously and asked: “Romantically?”

“No, spitefully. Of course romantically you dolt!”

“But I thought that lo-”

The doctor didn’t get to finish because Black Hat grabbed his chin and shut his mouth down. He leaned down over Flug, tugging him closer, cornering the human with his body. And this time, instead of fear, Flug felt butterflies in his stomach.

Oh my he was courting him!

“Don’t even think about that word, doctor,” growled the monster. The way he said “doctor” always made stuff to Flug, but this time the human felt like he had the full right to feel this way. “Passion? Devotion? Worship? Yes. But there’s no place for love in this mansion.”

Black Hat systematically pulled Flug closer to himself. He put his free hand on Flug’s waist, hugged him with his arm, making the doctor shiver and stuck their bodies so close there was no free space between them. Flug swallowed. Nodded. And before he knew his bag was lifted and they were kissing and he lo- and he fell all the way into that kiss.

Before, Flug wondered a few times if having a tongue so deep down his throat would be hot. It was hundreds of times better.

“You know, my dear lord,” gasped the doctor when they peeled their faces away, breathless. “A regular boquete would be enough.”

“A boquete?” snarled Black Hat. “For you? Should it be made out of the heads of your enemies? Their guts?”

Flug laughed at the confused creature, shaking his head.

“No, sir, just flowers, regular flowers.”

Black hat huffed, rolled his visible eye and leaned down so low he was basically dipping Flug. The doctor shivered before they kissed again.

Fair enough.

#villainous #paperhat #villanos #villainous writing #paperhat writing #black hat #black hat x flug #flug slys #kenning flugslys #demencia

[murder-basket]

AITA for trying to make the world a better place?

My (6M at the time)(now 2005M) father (oldM) was abusive towards me and my sister (myageF). He is a also different race than my mom (oldF).

Also, for some reason, my girlfriend (5F) and our friend (7M) are always worried that I might do something bad, but I don’t know why because I’m trustworthy and I have very good morals. Keep this in mind for later.

My parents had an argument, which made my mom run out of the house and get murdered by other members of my father’s race. That event convinced me that members of my father’s race make the world worse, so I tried to kill as many of them as possible.

My girlfriend kept saying that me doing genocide was worrying her, so like the good boyfriend I am, I manipulated her to think I wasn’t doing anything “bad” (in quotations because she thinks genocide on a clearly horrible race is bad) so she wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

Our friend’s friend (7F) didn’t trust me and I thought she might convince our friend to not like me, so I got rid of her. It was a good thing to do for my friend, since it was the right thing to do to like me, and he shouldn’t be convinced of a lie.

My girlfriend found out I was manipulating her around the same time I murdered my father. Instead of the genocide thing or the manipulation thing (both are very justified, I only wanted the best for the world and my girlfriend), me killing my abusive father is the thing that pushes her off the edge (I’m REALLY confused about that).

She and our friend killed me, but I decided not to die, so I was fine. I was buried alive for around 2000 years, until I found someone (4F) who could hear me. I lied to her (a little bit) and tricked her (a little bit) into letting me free. She was upset at me for lying, but I had to do it so I could be free and start making the world a better place.

I manipulated everyone that met me to love me and let me become the king of the world. I absolutely deserve to be king of the world, so it’s not a bad thing. I would have done what was right, like eliminating my father’s race.

After everyone accepted me as the king of the world/god, I starting committing genocide on my father’s race as I should.

Then, because I missed my girlfriend, I erased the memories of someone (9F) and made her role play as my girlfriend. The previous 4F who freed me said that it was a messed up thing to do, but it wasn’t because I was really sad about my girlfriend. This shows how poor her judgement is.

I tried to go to war with my father’s race, but I was stopped by some people, including 4F (remember how bad her judgement is), who said I was being “evil.” I personally don’t see why, since I’m doing the world a good deed.

AITA?

Edit: stop calling me a hypocrite. I don’t count as my father’s race because I wasn’t raised that way.

Edit 2: stop asking me how I got rid of 7F.

#wings of fire #darkstalker wof #arctic wof #whiteout wof #foeslayer wof #clearsight wof #fathom wof #indigo wof #moon wof #moonwatcher wof #fierceteeth wof #moonwatcher #fierceteeth #foeslayer #darkstalker #whiteout #clearsight #tw death #tw murder #tw killing #tw manipulation

[no--envies]

I think Jin Guangyao’s backstory makes him a really compelling antagonist. The first few times his name appears in the novel, he’s presented as the current leader of the Jin Sect, “the only illegitimate son whom Jin GuangShan approved of” (chapter 11) and whose merits allowed him to become Chief Cultivator, the highest position of power in the cultivation world. The more we learn about him, the more we realize the situation wasn’t that simple.

As we’re repeatedly shown through Empathy, Meng Yao’s life wasn’t easy at all. When he was young, he was scorned by everyone for his lowly background no matter what he did. Even the other prostitutes in the brothel where he grew up made fun of his mother's delusion that one day Jin Guangshan would give her and her son a better life. Even Mo Xuanyu, another illegitimate son, was treated better than him by Jin Guangshan, because his mother came from a good family. “At least Jin GuangShan still remembered that he had such a son and brought him back to Koi Tower” (chapter 48), while Meng Yao and his mother were completely abandoned.

After his mother died, Meng Yao went to find his father, but of course he wasn’t received. Instead, he was kicked down the stairs of Koi Tower and rolled down the steps from top to bottom. How did he react to this affront?

Allegedly, he didn’t say anything after he got up. Wiping away the blood on his forehead, then dusting off the dirt that got onto his clothes, he picked up his belongings and walked away.

(Chapter 48)

We always see him react like this against adversity. He never gets angry, never yells, never vents his frustration in any way. We don’t know what kind of feelings he harbors in his heart. This is much more terrifying than Nie Mingjue’s volatile temper.

After this, Meng Yao didn’t give up at all. If anything, this experience gave him more determination to see his and his mother’s dream fulfilled. He didn’t have strong spiritual powers because he had started cultivating too late, but he was gifted with a keen mind and a lot of resourcefulness. He was refused by the Jin Sect, so he went to the Nie. He managed to attract Nie Mingjue’s attention by doing the things he knew Nie Mingjue would approve of, like helping civilians during the war. We don’t know how much of it was due to his own concern for the well-being of the common people. On one hand, Jin Guangyao built the watchtowers to help people in the most remote areas, despite meeting a lot of opposition for it, both from his father and the other sects. On the other hand, he used innocent prostitutes to murder his father and then killed them, so he doesn’t seem to actually care about the common people. I think most of his actions while he was in the Nie Sect were calculated to make the sect leader notice him.

Nie Mingjue’s righteousness made him stand up for Meng Yao when he heard people bad-mouthing him. Nie Mingjue had his flaws and a black-and-white morality, but he was fair to his subordinates and gave credit where it was due. He showed his appreciation for Meng Yao’s hard work and attitude by appointing him as his deputy. Meng Yao’s situation in the Nie Sect of course wasn’t ideal and he struggled to be accepted (the scene with the cultivators refusing to drink from the teacups served by the “son of a prostitute” was telling), but being the sect leader’s deputy was the highest position he could have achieved only through his merits. I believe that if he had decided to stop there and be satisfied with what he already had - a good position, two sect leaders who supported him - his life would have been much happier.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Meng Yao’s past, coupled with his habit of bottling up his emotions and remembering every affront he received, had made him accumulate years of pent-up resentment. Nie Mingjue offered him the opportunity to go where he wanted instead of using Meng Yao’s debt of gratitude to keep him by his side. He even wrote him a letter of recommendation to give to Jin Guangshan so that he could be appointed to a good position in the Jin Sect. However, Jin Guangshan didn’t even meet Meng Yao. He completely ignored his presence and even feigned ignorance when Nie Mingjue went to inquire about him. In that kind of environment, even Meng Yao’s superiors could get away with taking credit for Meng Yao’s achievements. When Nie Mingjue went to look for him, he caught him precisely while he was taking revenge.

What Meng Yao did that time was definitely questionable. Even in a world like MDZS where revenge is completely justified, Meng Yao went too far by murdering his superior for stealing his credit. The problem is that in the Jin Sect, Meng Yao didn’t have anyone he could complain to for his superior’s wrongdoings. His father couldn’t care less about him and everyone else secretly rejoiced to see him struggling: in a society where birthright was everything, the son of a prostitute was lower than them even though his father was a sect leader. Nie Mingjue told him to confess his crime and accept the punishment the Jin Sect would give him, but that was like sealing his fate. There was no way Jin Guangshan would judge him fairly. The mere son of a prostitute daring to murder a respected member of the Jin Sect? Meng Yao would have been lucky if they didn’t execute him on the spot. Nie Mingjue didn’t consider all of this because his rigid mentality prevented him from seeing the nuance in Meng Yao’s situation. He thought that if Meng Yao truly had his reasons for killing his superior, the Jin Sect would acknowledge it. He didn’t take classism into consideration because he couldn’t see past his own privilege.

Nie Mingjue’s mentality was too black-and-white, but he wasn’t completely wrong, either. In that moment he caught a glimpse of Meng Yao’s true nature: that of a schemer and a manipulator. From that moment on, Nie Mingjue could never trust Meng Yao again like he had done in the past. He didn’t completely give up on him, though: after the end of the Sunshot Campaign, when Meng Yao was finally recognized by his father and became Jin Guangyao, Nie Mingjue accepted to become sworn brothers with him because he wanted to bring him back to the right path.

At the time Meng Yao had apparently achieved his goal: his father had recognized him and given him a place in Koi Tower, finally acknowledging his merits. However, that was far from the truth. Jin Guangshan had no intention whatsoever of making Jin Guangyao his heir; he gave him the tasks of a servant and made him do the things he wouldn’t dirty his precious heir’s hands with. He ordered Jin Guangyao to get rid of all the obstacles that prevented him from reaching the position of Chief Cultivator, and Jin Guangyao did. Despite this, his father never cared for him and never really accepted him. On top of that, Madam Jin didn’t show an ounce of compassion for the illegitimate son of her husband: she kept venting her frustrations on him as if Jin Guangyao was at fault for her husband’s vices.

Jin Guangyao was mostly isolated in Koi Tower, but somehow he kept believing that someday his father would actually recognize him. What made him lose faith completely was what Jin Guangshan said about his mother:

“Why was a sect leader who spent money like water unwilling to do the smallest favor and buy my mother’s freedom? Simple—it was too much trouble. My mother waited for so many years, weaving together so many difficult circumstances when she talked to me, imagining for his sake so many hardships. And the real reason was only a single word: trouble.

“This is what he said, ‘It’s especially women who’ve read some books who think they’re a level higher than other women. They’re the most troublesome, with so many demands and unrealistic thoughts. If I bought her freedom and took her back to Lanling, who knows how much fuss she’d make. It was best that I let her stay where she was just like that. With her conditions, she’d probably be popular for a few more years. She wouldn’t have to worry about her spendings for the rest of her life.’

“‘Son? Oh, forget it.’”

(Chapter 106)

Jin Guangyao did a lot of despicable things in his life. He had the chance to stop and be happy with what he had so many times, but he never did. He kept obeying his horrible father’s wishes and sacrificing innocent people for the sake of his own ambition. He had a lot of talents and skills he could have used to do good, but he wasn’t a good person.

His backstory does an excellent job at explaining his behavior and motivations. It makes him a complex character, far from one-dimensional, and I think it’s great that the ultimate villain of the story is a character like him. Jin Guangyao’s evil deeds weren’t justified in the least, but spoke of a resentment born from real struggles and the desire to climb the social ladder to prove that even someone like him - the son of a prostitute, scorned and ridiculed by everyone - could reach the top of the cultivation world.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #jin guangyao #meng yao #nie mingjue #jin guangshan #jgy #nmj #jgs #character analysis

[musubiki]

who did lime kill? and how does the eedt of the guild feel about it?

(this is all mostly beta so far, post-timeskip and actually closer to the end of the story) but umm...,,im not sure who he is yet..,.i know he knew cat-ears in the underground, probably another good fighter who was all the shit before lime got down there and swept the floor with him, and hes never forgive cat-ears since, so at the very least hes a member of the magic community, and a good fighter!!

after the cat-ears thing cleared up with mochi, some time later there was a bounty put on "cat-ears'" head, which was from this same guy looking for a real rematch (big pride i think, and also supposedly very rich?? rich enough to put a heavy bounty)

anyway mochi and lime go to have this rematch (lime wearing his cat-ears disguise), and whoops the guys ass again, but sometime during that fight or after, said guy figures out/realizes that this witch that cat-ears is protecting is the cat-witch, and so that becomes a new motive for him. not sure what he wants yet,,..to kill her?? take her power or try to?? sell her to the highest bidder????

anyway this guy - i have no idea what power he has yet - but he causes a lot of shit for mochi and lime. hes the one that uhh actually KILLS lime, the same episode where sulluvan shows up and mochis like "what are you doing here" and 5 seconds later lime gets..something.,,,,shoved through his body..,,sulluvan is there to take his soul to the afterlife and mochi has to delve into some shitty dark magic to save his ass and it corrupts her magic for a while (beta)

he also does/tries to do something to mochi, again not sure what yet but at the end of it she is not okay and the result was he is very hard to kill so he got away and she was terrified of him finding them again

after THAT fight, lime finds him instead. and the guy is kinda fucked up from mochis magic, but still alive and recovering, and he gives the whole villian monologue, blah blah you thought you could kill me but ill have my revenge, she cant run from me forever and when i find her im gonna do (insert evil fucked up deeds), she'll never be rid of me because she cant kill me blah blah

and after lime is like "yeah youre right, she cant kill you." and then summons his thunderbat, and cracks the guy in the jaw with it, and when towering over him he goes "...but i sure as hell can." and absolutely fucks the guy up beating the shit out of him. wont go into the gore but lets say lime is very thorough. maybe sulluvan shows up here too and lets lime know that he'll take care of the rest,,

when lime goes home mochi is feeling a little better, working on some spell to keep that guy away, and lime walks in with blood all over his bat (maybe some splattered on his face), and goes "You dont need to worry about that moch. hes not gonna bother us anymore." and she realizes

she asks him if hes alright but honestly, it wasnt a huge psychological damage to lime at all. tell her he guy almost - well, he DID kill him, hurt her, tried to keep hurting her, and everyone hates him so the guy deserved it and the world is a much better place without him. she gives him a tight hug anyway and a soft thank you

(as for the rest of the guild, shit theyre all on limes side too LMFAOOOOO they all love him by that time - yes even coco - and losing lime wouldve sucked for everyone. plus the fucker tried to hurt/did hurt/tried to kill mochi and NO ONE is okay with that. the guild backs him 100%. cocos a little jealous. when will i make my first kill, she says, and mochi says thats not funny pls shut up)

(its also worth noting that every member of the magic community is an outlaw - literally outside the law. they are free game for anyone to do anything to, its the wild west in the magic community. the gov doesn't give a shit if you kill each other, in fact they probably prefer it, so lime never faces consequences for that, and is also why mochi works so hard to protect herself and the people shoe loves because theres no help to be found within the community or outside of it)

#ANYWA!!!!! kinda long but #beta #this is one of the darker adventures #and one i probably wont talk too much about cuz its darker #by the first or second time you meet him youre alreadi (yeah fuck that guy) #again im not sure what his power is?? #mage of something #again this is all beta so it might change or not be used at all #for sure at one point lime kills someone for either this reason or a very similar one #limes 'killed' coattails before but this was a lil different #either way hes okay with it #he tells mochi its 'and eye for an eye' he killed me i killed him #he didnt have a witch to save his ass but thats between him and god #mochi loves lime so much

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I'm obsessed with this dark!Shepherds AU?? Could you tell us more about it? Or in a head-to-head fight, which Shepherds would win against their evil counterparts or vice versa?

Hi there, good question! I haven’t really given that much thought to the dark!Shepherds AU, but I imagine (if we’re making it very similar to the Justice League scenario) something happens to make the majority of the Shepherds snap, and they turn against the Autarchy and instate a form of governance based solely on power and domination. They think they’re doing what’s right by preventing conflict and protecting the world from demons, just like the Justice Lords felt when they took over the world. That being said...

Dark!Blade: Dark!Blade isn’t all that different from teenage/young adult Blade, who was perfectly comfortable with the idea of assassinating and killing people for his cause, and because he firmly believed it would lead to the greater good. Dark!Blade would be like that, but even colder and more ruthless than his past self. He would rid himself of all personal attachments, such as friends, family, and romance, believing that such feelings made him weak and hesitant, and made himself vulnerable to his enemies in the way that the Autarch was made vulnerable through her sons. 

In a toe-to-toe combat situation, it’s hard to say who would win. Both have razor-sharp killing instincts and battle tactics, but I’m probably going to give it to Dark!Blade, because he would be willing to fight dirty (taking loved ones hostage, threatening kids or bystanders) and Blade would sacrifice himself willingly for others while Dark!Blade wouldn’t. So I’ll give it to him 90% of the time!

Dark!Trouble: I really can’t imagine a dark version of Trouble, not in the whole “bad Justice League” sense. I suppose he already walks a fine line between light and dark as it is; his relentless good, altruism, courage, and compassion make him a hero, but there’s that edge of temper, rage, and darkness (especially in his past--he was a criminal and killer-for-hire too, after all) that colors it as well. Like, now it’s fine for him to beat the everloving shit out of an asshole like Lazu Reen, but that could tip over to someone who’s not so black-and-white bad, too--he could turn that hatred towards an enemy who is more nuanced, like a politician who ultimately serves the people and does good, but who happened to make Trouble an enemy by personally slighting or hurting a friend, something like that. Trouble’s sense of loyalty tends to override his desire for justice in some ways, and I could see him supporting someone like Blade or MC to the end if they framed their endeavors in a way that could still be read as “good”. Like, yeah I had to kill this group of people, but it was for the greater good! And he’d be like “alright, I trust you!” He’s got your back even when the whole world turns against you, until there comes a point when he just can’t stand it anymore--but by then, he probably already did a lot of bad out of love of his friends.

If it were a death match between Dark!Trouble and our Trouble, I’m betting our Trouble would win, purely because Dark!Trouble’s desire to live would be just slightly lessened by the weight of all the deeds he committed. I don’t think he’s truly cut out to be bad, so our Trouble would probably win... 

Truthfully, though, if we’re following the Justice League formula, I could see Trouble being the one dying to trigger the domino effect that leads to the Shepherds turning bad. Like the Flash (I’m pretty sure it was Wally West in JL), in a way, he’s one of the hearts of the Order that bridges them to the civilian population and vice-versa. If he were killed, I could see them falling into the path of darkness (with a lot of other factors involved, too).

Dark!Shery: we already know that Dark!Shery and Shery are one in the same, lol. I don’t think Dark!Shery would be so much like the bad Justice League; I think what would be dark about her would be her indifference, her total passive indifference to their quest for domination “for the greater good” and their thirst for revenge. Dark!Shery is more just personally angry, aggressive, loud, forceful, and selfish, but I don’t see any world where she sets out for power or world domination. If anything, I see Dark!Shery (in that AU) being petty and mean, ripping lollipops out of kids’ hands because she feels like it and not batting an eye at seeing a beggar collapse in the street. 

That’s not to say drunk Dark!Shery is like that, I’m just taking her badness to an extreme in an AU where all of the Shepherds are bad!

In a fight, Dark!Shery would absolutely win, lol. She doesn’t have any better combat abilities than our Shery, but her sheer rage would be terrifying and would lend her crazy strength, lol.

Dark!Tallys: Tallys, too, already walks the edge of the path to darkness a little bit, I think. Obviously she’s chosen the good side, but in a different world where a demon promised her revenge for her fallen family and an opportunity to burn the Autarchy down, I think the younger her would have taken it. In a dark!AU where Trouble was killed or something, I think she would be like, “okay, fuck it” and give in to that doubtful, vengeful side of herself and just go apeshit on the world. She would be one of the people spearheading the plan to take over the world. She’d give lip service and say she was doing it for the greater good, but another part of her would revel in the blood and chaos. It wouldn’t heal the wound in her heart, though, and would only make her even more twisted and angry. 

In a head-to-head first, I’m going to give it to our Tallys 60% of the time. Part of the thing that makes Tallys so effective in battle is her ability to sever herself from her emotions and maintain a cool head; she can detach herself from personal feelings and analyze combat with cold clarity. I feel like dark!Tallys would be easy to taunt into a rage, or she would let her hatred and thirst for blood cloud her mind, so I feel like our Tallys would have the advantage most of the time!

Dark!Riel: I say this in complete seriousness: in a world where Riel decided to turn evil or fall to the dark side, everybody is already fucked. He would absolutely be the most effective and terrifying villain out of the entire cast. He will rip, slash, and burn entire countries with the easy ruthlessness of an accountant making budget cuts. He knows a dozen ways to starve, lay siege to, and lead public campaigns against the enemy. He would be the scariest Autarch the world has ever seen. If you think he’s mean to his enemies like Ebert now, wait until he has no moral code holding him back...

It’s difficult to imagine a battle between Dark!Riel and our Riel, but I’m going to guess the utter dispassionate cruelty and lack of compassion in Dark!Riel would win 90% of the time. Our Riel has a little less edge than Dark!Riel, so for that reason, I think he would lose. And so would the world...

Dark!Chase: I feel like Dark!Chase is very similar to our Chase, just colder, more ruthless, and bloodthirstier. He’d take genuine pleasure in torturing and killing his enemies, and I think he would cut out the flirtatious aspect of his personality in favor of a crueler and more sadistic sense of humor. He would also probably be batshit insane, like, somewhere on the Joker’s level but not obnoxious; in fact, quieter and calmer and deadlier, like you could never really know what he was thinking. People would be afraid to look into his eyes. I think it would take a lot more to push him to that point than the others, though; but once he tipped over that cliff into darkness, there’d be no going back or remorse for him. He’d love to kill his enemies with a kiss and a smile.

In a fight between our Chase and Dark!Chase, I feel like it would be 50/50. Dark!Chase would be more reckless, unpredictable, and have even less of a fear of death than our Chase does; our Chase would have the edge in terms of strategy. So yeah, I think it would be 50/50!

Dark!Red: I can’t even imagine what Dark!Red would be like, lol. I just can’t imagine him being truly evil or ruthless without feeling guilty about it. I guess I could only imagine it if, like, he messed around with some spell and it robbed him of the ability to feel love or empathy?? But even then, I feel like he doesn’t have any inclination to go around conquering the world or hurting people. He mostly just wants to chill and read his books. I feel like he’d be the only one out of the group (besides probably Trouble if he’s not already dead) to be like uhhh guys what’s going on here, this isn’t like us?? He’d probably defect and lead a small underground rebel force with Pan and Neon. OMG and he’d be the one to figure out worldwalking and travel to our Blest to get our Shepherds to fight his because they’d be the only ones to stand a chance at taking down the evil versions of themselves!!! OMG!!! IT ALL FITS WTF. 

Dark!Ayla: I could see Ayla Hulking out and becoming full of rage, but it’s difficult for me to imagine her doing something like supporting the death of innocents or using dirty-handed maneuvers to conquer the land. She’s also among the most independent of the Shepherds, so I feel like she’d be the most vocal of their opposition... it’s realllly hard for me to imagine her casually killing anybody except for scumbags who hurt other people, like murderers and kidnappers. In a war between different political factions or a bid to conquer the world, I just don’t think she has it in her--no matter how angry and aggrieved she was at whatever turned the rest of the others bad.

I think she would either be on the good side, such as supporting Red’s rebels, or vocal enough among the bad guys to have been killed as a dissenter; she might not be around by the time our Shepherds made it to the dark dimension. But if she was, I’m pretty sure our Ayla would win against her 80% of the time. Our Ayla still has the courage of her convictions and the scrappy desire to survive no matter what; dark!Ayla probably wouldn’t. 

Dark!Halek: Also hard for me to imagine Halek turning truly evil; I feel like, if something bad were to happen to turn the rest of the Order bad, Halek would give himself more to grief instead of rage and revenge. He most likely would remove himself from the situation rather than try to take over the world; they would probably have to go hunting for him in the wilderness, kind of like when Luke was a hermit on that blue milk island in Star Wars (spoilers I guess?). I guess dark!Halek would be sort of tired and indifferent Halek, not able to go up against his old allies; our Shepherds might regard him as a coward, but he wouldn’t be evil like the others. 

Our Halek would definitely beat that Halek in a fight, but they’d probably have no reason to fight in the first place!

Dark!Briony: did any of you ever watch the Flashpoint Paradox (another DC movie about the Justice League--well, the Flash--finding out about a really evil parallel universe)? There’s a scene in it where Dark!Wonder Woman--Queen of the Amazonians and waging a war against Aquaman and the Atlanteans--like, beheads Aquaman’s wife Queen Mera and holds her head up to Aquaman like “fuck you”. I won’t link the gif because all of the violence in that movie is pretty gruesome, but that’s how I feel Dark!Briony would initially be. Super strong, running through the enemy army like a knife through paper, annihilating whole forces and landscapes with just her fists, and not giving a shit just how many people she’s killing. I feel like there’s already a tenuous grasp on her emotions in our Briony; beneath the happy-go-lucky, sweet exterior, she feels so much and loves so much that there’s also the ability for her to snap. It wouldn’t take that much (a few more Nathes) to unhinge her and decide to hurt the world as much as it has hurt her. I think she would sort of black out into an all-consuming, heartbroken suicide run where she just decided to do everything in her power to create as much destruction as possible, to somehow soothe the destruction in her heart. 

When that wouldn’t work, I think she would come back to her senses a little and start to slowly realize how fucked up and evil the things she’s doing (and the people around her) have become. It would be slower than someone like Ayla or Red, but gradually I think she would start to nurse a secret doubt in her heart, and if someone like Red was still around, he’d be able to convince her to start working for the good guys in secret, as their mole within the dark!Shepherds. However, I feel like cleverer minds like Blade, Lavinet, Chase and Riel would find her out, and she’d probably be executed for her treason.

In a fight against Dark!Briony and our Briony, I feel like it would depend on what stage of her development she’s at. If it’s still full rage mode, Dark!Briony probably wins like 80-90% of the time!

Dark!Lavinet: I could see Lavinet turning evil, but it’s sort of hard to imagine because she takes her duty to serve the people so seriously--it’s difficult to imagine what would need to happen to make her forget that, or to make her think she knows what’s best for them, even if that means doing bad things. It would already be so easy for her to do that in our world that she’s very conscious of it, so it would take a lot for her to fall into darkness. However, it’s still possible, and I could totally see her agreeing to be installed as a figurehead Autarch in order to maintain order and peace, slowly becoming more callous and ruthless over time. She would totally execute the old guard loyal to the previous Autarch and make their heads roll publicly to instill fear and respect for her reign. She does have that streak of ruthlessness in her; in our world, it’s reserved only for her enemies, but in that world, she’d slowly start to view everyone as her enemy--even past friends!

In a fight between Dark!Lavinet and our Lavinet, I would guess that our Lavinet would win 90% of the time. In that AU, I feel like Dark!Lavinet would let others do the fighting for her, and she would get used to ruling and being behind the front lines; in a way, she’d lose her fighting edge, something our Lavinet still has in spades. So in a direct combat situation, I think our Lavinet would win! In a game of wits and politics, I’m not sure--I would give that one 60-40 in favor of Dark!Lavinet!

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The Villain's Ending: How to Serve Your Villain Their Comeuppance

The Villain is one of the most important characters in your story, the driving force for everything that happens your heroes and your world. The Villain must be dealt with, we can all agree on this one point. The Villain has been tormenting our hero and they must be punished. And not by a falling brick, Dave and Dan. The audience deserves a real ending and your villain must be punished accordingly for their actions.

Punishment fits the crime/ Poetic Justic

The Villain has been cruel, they have done horrible things to our hero. The world decides to get its own back in the most ironic and poetic way possible. These endings are perhaps the most enjoyable to both read and write, they allow both you and the audience to have closure but while making echoes in the story.

Carrie is one of my favourite novels. Carrie has been pushed far past breaking point by the conclusion of her story, she has been bullied, humiliated and betrayed. Every character who has ever hurt Carrie (either physically, emotionally, mentally or spiritually) gets their just desserts. She has been tortured for her strangeness and inability to fit in... and now, her strangeness is what she wields against her villains. She destroys her bullies at the school dance (wiping them put at an event which was meant to be the happiest night of their life), getting rid of Chris Hargensen and Billy Nolan, the puppeteers of her humiliation (using Chris and Billy's status symbol [the car] against them and taking control of it away from them to hurt them with it) and good ol' Mama Margaret White dies at her daughter's hands, slowing her heartbeat with her TK (Margaret is punished by her own daughter, her life taken by the gene she passed to her own daughter and via the symbol of love, a commodity she denied her own child).

Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame is a beautifully shot film and one of Disney's gems. At the film's climax, Frollo is trying to kill Esmeralda and Quasimodo atop the apex of Notre Dame. Frollo has a sword in his hand and seems to be winning, raising his sword to smite Esmeralda as she tries to help Quasimodo, reciting "And He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit!" But he has weakened the stone gargoyle he stands on and his movements cause him to fall and cling to the gargoyle as it cracks, its eyes glowing with sudden divine rage. Frollo falls backwards into the fiery blaze of Paris to his death. Justice is served.

In Game of Thrones/ASOIAF, we see this in spades. Ramsay Snow has hunted down young women in the woods with his hounds, tormented Theon Greyjoy into madness, had his stepmother and half brother fed to his hounds only minutes after the boy is born, killed his father (though this is a service to society), might have killed his own elder half brother, burned Winterfell, raped Jeyne/Sansa and being a pretty bad human being. In the show, Ramsay is fed to his own dogs while Sansa watches. Tywin Lannister has also been a terrible human being: having his son's wife raped while he watches, arranging the Red Wedding, allowing Cersei to set Tyrion up for murder, punishing Alayaya, his actions against the Reynes and Tarbecks, his terrible parenting and his general evilness. He is shot while taking a dump by Tyrion, the child he disparaged most in a rather inglorious fashion. Tywin dies leaving his dreams of dynasty to crumble, his unsavory relationship with Shae to be uncovered and humiliated after his death. The Seven were truly good that day. And not to mention Walder Frey, being served his own dead sons in a pie and killed by the daughter and sister of the woman he had slain in the very room he sits in. You can see the confusion and fear in his face as he tries to work out why this is happening, mirroring Catelyn and Robb's own horror and fear. Arya cuts his throat, echoing her mother's death.

In Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, we are introduced to the hunter Ken Wheatley. He hunts the dinosaurs, helping the main villain in rounding them up. He has a habit of collecting the teeth of the animals he hunts. He pulls out a Stegosaurus's tooth, relishing in the prize without caring for the creature's fear and pain. Wheatley tries to do the same with the Indoraptor, thinking the beast has been tranquilized but Indy was just playing. The Indoraptor bites his arm off as he tries to pull her tooth, killing him in gory glorious fashion. Indy was a very good and clever girl.

Book Ends

The Villain sometimes is treated to a walk down memory lane in their final moments. The beginning of their story is echoed in their final moments, bringing the circle to a finish and creating a nice clean break. The end feels earned in these circumstances, rounding off the arc nicely.

In Harry Potter, Voldemort fears death. He has done all he has done for his preservation and longevity. Voldemort faces off Harry in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, one on one as it had been when Voldemort stood in Harry's bedroom in Godric's Hollow. As before, the action that begun the tale ends it for Voldemort. He fires the Killing Curse at Harry and it gets turned on him. Voldemort dies simply, with no thunderous drama. He gets both his worst fears wrapped up in some poetic justice. The circle is complete.

Arya Stark faces all kinds of villains in her trek across the riverlands in A Clash of Kings. She and her gang of misfits (Gendry, Hotpie and an injured Lommy) are cornered by Lannister soldiers. The soldiers gather the gang to send them to Harrenhal. Raff the Sweetling, one of the soldiers asks Lommy "Is there something wrong with your leg, boy?" And Lommy replies, that yes he is hurt and he has to be carried. Raff stabs the boy through the throat and jokingly repeats Lommy's request. Arya encounters him again in Braavos in the Mercy Chapter of Winds of Winter. She stabs him in the thigh and feigns worry for his condition, asking him whether she should help him to the physician. Instead, Arya stabs him in the throat. The circle is complete.

Though Braveheart is a rather mixed bag of tricks, it does get this echo right. Muireann has her throat cut for both marrying without the Lord's permission and attacking the English soldier who tried to rape her. Enter William Wallace who takes on the garrison and raises the village to utterly destroy the soldiers. He marches into the Lord's fort (the place he felt safest in as Muireann did in her village and metaphorically in her marriage to Wallace) and drags the fucker to the same post he executed Muireann at, cutting the Lord's throat. The circle is complete.

In Captive Prince, the whole conflict of the series kicks off at Marlas where Damen kills the Veretian Prince in battle, brother to Prince Laurent. Kastor has taken his brother Damen's throne and forced him into slavery. Damen's opening chapter has him being readied for his ordeals in the slave's baths before being sent off to Vere to serve Laurent. Fast forward to our ending and Damen has come home for his throne. He confronts Kastor in the slave baths where Kastor tries to kill him. Laurent steps in and delivers a killing blow, killing Damen's brother as Damen killed his. Two circles are fulfilled.

In The Heroes of Olympus: The Blood of Olympus, Gaia has begun to destroy Camp Half Blood, levelling the forces of the gods and demigods. Gaia began the first first cycle of the PJO Universe by having her husband, Ouranos/Uranus killed. Gaia had Ouranos come down from his domain the sky, away from his source of power. She had him ambushed and killed, her son Kronos, the original antagonist do the deed. We fast forward to the present and Kronos has been taken down by Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter. Gaia is mad af and rises to take out the heroes. In the end, Gaia's fate is that of Ouranos, driven from her point of power, the earth and destroyed. The bookends are a couple of millennia apart but the circle is complete.

There is always somebody else.

The Villain and hero are mortal enemies. The Hero has suffered at the Villain's hand for the length of the story, battling them in tests of strength, power and wills. The Hero must over come the Villain... or do they? The Villain must be beaten, that is a fact or else the story has no purpose or no meaning. One must triumph over the other. But there is no written rule that states that it must be the protagonist who must deal the blow and here is where justice can be done for even the most minor character.

The Captive Prince series has this ending in spades. Throughout the story we are pelted with the Regent's evil actions: Hurting Erasmus, killing Laurent's horse, setting his own nephew up to be sexually assaulted and murdered at the hands of the man who killed his brother, constantly being creepy, keeping children as pets, taunting Laurent about abusing him, killing his own brother the King, ordering the death of Pashcal's brother who knew the Regent ordered the King's death, of the killing Nicaise, corrupting Aimeric and his takeover of the Kingdoms of Vere and Akielon. We spend the story waiting for his downfall, waiting for Laurent or Damen to strike the blow. But it isn't them. Instead, the Regent seems to have won, trapping both heroes. Then comes the justice. The truth comes to light. Aimeric's mother testifies against the Regent. Evidence gathered by Nicaise and Pashcal's testimony of his brother's actions both prove to be a nail in the Regent's coffin. In the end, it is the ghosts of three of the Regent's victims who beat him and drive his supporters to abandon him. The victims get the revenge, not just the heroes. It isn't an empty victory for them.

In Outlander, Claire is kidnapped and subjected to torture and abuse at the hands of Lionel and his men. He broke into her home, snatched her, beat Marsali and tortured her. When Claire is rescued by the men of the Ridge, Jamie asks her which men attacked her but she cannot recall so he has them all killed excepting Lionel that is. He is kept because of his value to his brother and Claire's belief that a patient shouldn't be harmed by the doctor. Enter Marsali. She has hurt in the kidnapping and had to watch the strongest woman she has ever known subjected to horrors. She understands Claire will not take revenge because of her Hippocratic oath but she swore no such vow. Even the speech, is striking reminding us that Claire is not just the only one has hurt. "I've been learning the art of healing. Mistress Fraser taught me well. She took an oath to do no harm... I have taken no such oath. You hurt me, you hurt my family, you hurt my ma. I will watch you burn in hell before I let you harm another soul in this house..." Also, she kills him with a syringe which is a nod to his destruction of the one at the battle with the regulators. I for one hope it hurt.

In Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, we see this happen a lot. Neville takes out the sword of Gryffindor and fucking charges at Nagini, a piece of Voldemort, avenging his parents' torture and his own brutal treatment in his final year. Bellatrix has killed Sirius and Dobby, both two characters very dear to Harry and his friends. They do not get to bring her down. It is Molly Weasley who gets to do it, a mother who has lost her brother, her son and almost her world to the ideals of Bellatrix. She fucking snaps and we cheered her on.

In the Lion King, we watch waiting for Scar to get his comeuppance after he pushes his brother off a cliff, chases away his nephew and destroys the pride lands. Though Simba fights a good fight, he gets a case of Hero-itus and decides not to kill his uncle (it is a Disney movie after all) but events transpire and then Scar is trapped with the hyenas, the same hyenas he just tried to throw under the bus only a few seconds before this.

#villains #how to give your villains their comeuppance #tw rape #tw abuse #tw murder #the hunchback of notre dame #the blood of Olympus #Captive Prince #nicaise #aimeric #judge claude frollo #writing advice #writing resources #writing reference #writer #writeblr #writing #writer's problems #writer's life #writing advice writing reference #writing reference writing resources #harry potter #voldemort #molly weasley #braveheart #Jurassic World #Jurassic park #arya stark #the mercy chapter

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The Tomb (Dabi x f!Reader) - Part Three

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+. Smut.

TAGLIST: @mikasackrmann @missalicebaskerville @liitlesushi @bonemarroww @jamaisvusbitch @winchescumberholland @mira-mirach @babayaga67

You had been so focused on his words, you hadn’t realized you had already reached the river. There were a few woman standing naked, waist deep in the cold water, washing clothes.

“Give your dress to them, they’ll clean it for you.” Dabi said, as he handed you a coin to give to them as well.

You did as he said, pulling your dress up to keep it dry, and walked to the women.

One of them took your dress and coin, and you smiled in thanks. Her hand softly grabbed your arm before you could turn away, her eyes flickering toward Dabi before returning to you.

“Be careful of that man,” She spoke so softly you almost couldn’t hear her, “All is not as it appears.” She warned.

“What do you mean?” You whispered back, confused and concerned.

“He will trick you, try to make you trust him...dont.” Her voice still soft, but stern as her knowing eyes urged you to believe her. You nodded your head and she released you, and you made your way back to land. Dabi stood watching the sky, his posture relaxed, but turned his attention to you when he heard you approach.

He held his hand out, which you took, and he pulled you from the water with ease. He lead you over to sit in the shade of the trees. Dabi still had a hold of your hand, which you didn’t mind, save for the woman’s words that you were still mulling over in your mind. His thumb traced circles over your knuckles as your hands sat atop his thigh.

“What is your family like?” He asked suddenly, breaking your train of thoughts. You sighed and looked up to the sky.

“They’re difficult, but I love them. My parents fell in love when they were young. They got married and had my brother. Things were really good. Then I was born and financially, it was stressful for them. My father found a good job but it kept him away most of the time. Mom was overwhelmed with both of us. My parents fought a lot back then.

While dad was away, he met a woman and fell in love. He sent divorce papers to my mother in the mail. She was heartbroken, but I don’t think she was surprised. My brother moved to live closer to my father and my mom remarried and had two more children. I was sort of forgotten. My brother was always the favorite of the two of us and my mom was busy with her two new children. I was still a teen then.” You said with a sigh as you thought back on the past.

You had always been interested in history, and when all of that was going on, you can places all of your focus on it. Learning all of the secrets of the past. It kept you occupied, everyone had so much going on so it was easier to just stay out of the way.

“Then I went to college, I earned scholarships to pay my way into school, and when I finished my studies, I got my first job. I still talk to my parents here and there, but I work a lot and spend most of my time traveling. They’re usually good people though, and I know that they love me.” You finished with a small smile, relaxing back into the tree.

Dabi looked at you with a brow raised. “What about a husband and children?” He asked.

You laughed. “As nice as that would be, I don’t know if I’m cut out for that. I’m gone a lot, always working and traveling. A family takes a lot of time. I’ve got a team of people depending on me right now. I’m usually their only source of income. If I had to give it up, I’d be the reason they couldn’t feed their families.” You frowned and sighed. Dabi regarded your words and nodded. You looked at him and found his eyes on you.

“What about you?” You asked after a moment.

“It never really crossed my mind. I was too focused on my goals.” He said.

“Do you regret it?” You asked quietly, before you could think to stop yourself. It was something that was always in the back of your mind. Would you regret it if you didn’t have a family, if you just kept working. You could never decide and so you always felt stuck, continuing on without making a change because it was all you knew. It was safe.

“Sometimes,” he sighed, “The league was all that I had. It was lonely, and I wondered what it would have felt like to have something different. To fall in love and be a father. If I would have been better than my father was.” He thought aloud.

“But even if I had wanted to, look at me. No one would want to wake up next to this.” He finished with a bitter laugh, and you could see the raw look that flashed through his eyes. The honesty. His statement wasn’t some ploy, it was how he truly thought of himself.

You squeezed his hand, saddened by his words. The scars were harsh. They were intimidating. But they didn’t make him unworthy of love. You found them beautiful in a way, they told a story. His story. Who he is and the challenges he faced. Those stories are marked in his skin, his strength and will to survive forever visible.

“Don’t say that, if you had taken a different path, I’m sure you would have found someone who would have loved you. All of you.” You said, your voice a whisper.

Dabi shook his head, his eyes facing forward staring at nothing.

“You’re delusional.” He spat.

“I’m serious!” You huffed. His head rolled towards you, his eyes unreadable.

“Be honest, doll, could you love someone like me?” He said in a hushed tone.

Dabi took in your wide eyes and the blush creeping up on your face. As you opened your mouth to answer, he cut you off, knowing that no matter what you said, he couldn’t handle hearing it.

“Enough about that. Our clothes are ready.” He said standing up and walking back to the river. You scrambled to get up and jogged after him. Once you got your clothes, along with another look from the woman in the river, he led you back to his home. He was quiet for the rest of the night.

You had helped him make dinner, and briefly talked, but not much was said. His mood was sour and so he kept to himself.

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Over the next week, things continued the same. You would wake up wrapped around him, and you could swear you felt his hands roaming your body during the night. You would eat and bathe together. He would show you the city, let you explore and follow you as you studied everything around you. You asked questions, many questions, about the people, about customs there was little information on, and about his past.

He told you the league was a group with a set of ideals that rejected the way society was ran. Those in power were corrupt, they held too much control and many suffered at their hands. Everyone loved them but they were poison, they couldn’t see how evil they were. How unworthy they were of their positions in both life and in people’s hearts. So his group expanded, and soon a war began. A struggle for power to be at the top. A lot of innocent blood was spilled by his hands, but it was unavoidable. Many at the top had fallen. The league took control of several territories and their numbers continued to grow. Dabi was at the top. Powerful, feared, and respected by his men. He instructed them on how to create his tomb. A way to cheat the afterlife, being his own judge.

His final battle, he faced his brother and father. At first they didn’t even recognize him. He said they were shocked that he was alive, to see what he had become. Dabi took the life of his father, finally getting his revenge, before his brother killed him.

The story itself left you speechless. It sounded like a large battle, but you’d never heard anything about it. It wasn’t mentioned anywhere, and you wondered why.

The night he finished telling you that story, you had cried for him and held him. He led you to bed but sleep never came to you.

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It was the morning, three days before you had to return back to your world. You had slept peacefully with Dabi’s warmth protecting you from the cold night.

Dabi’s skin against yours felt good, and you knew when you left that you would miss it, so you allowed yourself to let go. The thoughts of wearing a tunic to bed long gone from your mind.

As you came out of your dreams, the first thing you noticed was the weight on your chest.

Your eyes slowly opened to find Dabi with his face resting between your breasts, and the rest of his body between your legs. He snored lightly, and his hair stuck up wildly. You smiled and ran your hand through his hair, and he grunted while he lightly bit the skin of your breast.

His head twisted up to look at you, a tired smile stretching across his face. You rolled your eyes at his antics but grinned back.

He lifted himself over you, leaning his head down to place a kiss between your breasts and then dragged his lips up to your collar bone, grazing his teeth against it.

You bit your lip as your breath shuddered out in surprise.

He crawled forward over you, then reached a hand back to grip your thigh and pull them further apart so that he could settle between them, flush against you.

You could feel how hard he was, his member pushed to lay between your lips. His hips lazily rocked, dragging the head of his cock against your clit slowly. You let out a moan as your hips lifted, adding a pleasurable pressure.

His lips kissed along your neck, biting and sucking as he went. One of his arms was bent by your head to brace himself, the other hand traveled, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Do you want this?” His husky voice asked against your skin.

Your mind stopped for a moment. You considered the words of the old woman at the river and Dabi’s admission of his past deeds. Dabi had spent his life being hated and feared, and he carried it with him even in death. There was a part of you that was afraid, knowing if you let him have you now, he would likely have you forever, even when you parted ways for good. He would leave his mark on you, an imprint burned into you that you would never be rid of. You had considered that in all of the fear, no one had ever really known Dabi. He had bared his soul to you. Allowed himself to be vulnerable. You didn’t know what you felt, but you knew that whatever it was, it consumed your entire being. Did you want this?

“Yes.” You answered back with a breathy moan.

He pulled his head up to look at you, as if he was searching for a lie. His eyes were clouded with lust. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours softly.

“Are you sure?” He spoke against them.

“Yes, please...I want you.” You said, your voice barely a whisper. You pressed your lips against his, catching his bottom lip between yours and sliding your tongue across it. You rocked your hips against his with force, causing a groan to leave him.

He pulled back, just for a second as his eyes bore into yours, and then his lips were on yours once more. The kiss was messy and passionate. His teeth nipped at your lips and his tongue explored every crevice in your mouth. His hand left your breast and he grabbed himself, rubbing the tip through your folds to lubricate it. He brought it up and rubbed it forcefully against your clit, drawing loud moans from you as your hips bucked against him.

He pulled his lips from yours and let his mouth settle at your breast, his lips ghosting across the skin. His eyes were vibrant as his tongue peeked out, gently tracing across your hardened nipple.

He switched between both of your breasts, sucking on your skin and leaving hickeys as he went. His teeth bit and pulled at your nipples roughly, and the head of his cock rubbed faster against you. You cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. Your head was thrown back with your eyes closed. You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach, your arousal at its peak.

Your hands wrapped around Dabi, one in his hair to press him against your breast, the other wrapped around his upper arm, your hand squeezing with every wave of pleasure.

He shifted his hips, allowing his tip to rub against your entrance. He pushed just the head inside and then moved his hand up to rub your clit quickly. His hips rocked, his tip sliding in and out of you at a slow pace.

You pushed your hips forward, desperate for him to fill you. To feel him deep inside of you.

“So eager, so wet for me.” He mused, as he pulled his face back up to face yours. His hand pulled away from your clit and he held it in front of you, fingers glistening.

“You’ll be good for me right?” He whispered, his eyes dark. You supposed you should be worried by the look he was giving you, but you only found yourself more aroused.

You nodded, your glossy eyes watching him.

“I’ll be good.” You moaned out, feeling him press himself a little deeper inside of you.

His grin was twisted as he put his fingers to your lips, rubbing your wetness against them. You opened your mouth and he pressed them inside. Your tongue slid over and in between them, sucking as you went. Dabi pressed them farther into your mouth while thrusting deeper in your pussy.

You moaned around his fingers and felt yourself clenching harder on his dick. He bit his lip and sheathed himself fully inside you, holding himself there as his fingers pushed deeper in your throat. You gagged as they pressed into the back of your tongue. Your eyes burning with tears.

His eyes watched you like a hawk, his lips still pulled into a devilish grin.

He started to grind his hips against you while we was bottomed out, and his fingers pushed again, dipping to the back of your throat. Your hips jerked against him as you gagged, and finally his fingers retreated.

When just the tips of his index and middle finger remained between your teeth, he spread them, whispering for you to keep your mouth open.

You complied eagerly as his hips pulled back and slammed into you.

“That’s it, baby. Stick your tongue out for me.” He said, his breathing heavy and his voice low.

You stuck your tongue out, leaving it there as his hips snapped harder and faster against you. Your moans grew louder, and then he was pinching and twisting your nipple, making your back arch off of the mattress. He leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above yours. He gripped your tongue between his teeth, biting and dragging his teeth along it.

He pulled back, releasing your tongue and spit in your mouth.

If your mind wasn’t so consumed by lust, you’d have been disgusted, but with him buried inside of you, all you could do was whimper. You felt yourself tighten against him and he grunted.

“You like that huh?” He said as he pulled your hips higher, tilting them so he could reach even deeper inside of you.

You left your tongue out and mouth open, nodding to his question as his spit was still sliding down your tongue.

He reached down as he rubbed your clit again, making you whine. He told you to swallow as his hand gripped your throat tightly.

“Fuck, that’s my girl.” He said as he kissed you.

You were in heaven, and the thought of staying in the afterlife with him resurfaced in your mind.

He pulled himself from you and you shivered at both the feeling of being empty, and the cool morning air now caressing you.

He stood on the mattress, his legs parted.

“Get on your knees.” He ordered, and you were quick to comply. His foot parted your legs to spread them further.

“Touch yourself” he said as he wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling you to his cock.

Your fingers parted your lips and rubbed your clit, trying to do it the same as he had. Nothing had ever felt as good as him. You opened your mouth and he pushed his length in.

Your tongue slid against him, and you closed your lips around him, tasting yourself on his skin.

His grip in your hair tightened as he forced your head still, and then he began thrusting into your mouth. His pace picked up, and he pushed himself deeper. You gagged around him, your throat burning. Drool dripped from your lips onto your chest as you were unable to swallow, and tears fell from your eyes.

“Look at you, so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

Your fingers moved faster against yourself and you moaned around him, making him throw his head back. He pushed himself deep into your throat and held himself there, your nose resting in his public hair.

He pulled out abruptly and shoved you backward. He walked to stand above your head, facing the length of your body that was now flat against the mattress, and then he lowered himself, his knees resting above your shoulders as he kneeled over you.

His hips lowered and you tilted your head back to take him into your mouth again.

Your legs parted farther as you fingered yourself. He watched you, rubbing his hands along your sides as he thrust harder and deeper into your mouth.

His sack rested your nose as he buried himself in your throat, cutting off your air supply. His hands went back to your breasts and he ground his hips into your face.

He pulled back and you gasped for breath before he did it again. You sucked and licked his length, your hips lifting and legs trembling as your climax neared.

He leaned forward, ripping your hand from yourself and you whined around him. He pressed harder against your mouth, moving his hips again, as you sucked in air.

Your arms wrapped around his thighs, bracing yourself. His body leaned forward, his mouth dipping to your sex, licking and sucking your clit. He was rough, but it felt so good. His teeth gripped your clit. It was almost painful, but the pleasure outweighed it and was sending you over the edge.

Your grip on his hips tightened as you pulled him deep into your throat again. His hips rocked without pulling back, and you felt your lungs begging for air while your vision was starting to waver. His hand slapped against your cunt as you cried out around him, and then with one final harsh suck on your clit, you were gone.

If it wasn’t for him restricting your airway, you would have screamed from the intensity of your orgasm.

He pulled himself up, and you gasped for breath, your limbs twitching.

He grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach, then grabbed your hips, lifting your ass in the air. Your upper half was flat to the mattress, no energy to hold yourself up.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, rubbing his tip at your entrance.

“Yes!” You moaned, pushing your hips back, getting a hard slap on your ass in return.

“You want me to cum in you?”

He pushed his tip in and out, teasing you as you moaned out another yes.

“Beg me for it.” You could hear the grin in his voice at the demand. And so you did. You pleaded for him desperately.

He rammed his length into you, bottoming out. His thrusts were fast and hard. His grip on your hips was bruising as he pulled them back to meet every thrust. You could tell from the tremble in his hands and his labored breathing that he was close.

His thrusts got sloppy and his rhythm was broken. He pulled you against him and you started to grind subconsciously as he released, filling you.

He held still for a moment, then pulled himself out. You fell flat onto the bed, feeling his cum leak out of you as he fell to lay at your side, his arm draped over you as he caught his breath.

You tried to keep your eyes open, to stay awake for just a little longer, but the exhaustion and warmth from his body broke any resistance you had, and within moments you had fallen asleep. Dabi looked over your sleeping form, a gentle smile on his face. He leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead, and then laid back and allowed himself to dream as well.

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH12

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Chapter 12: Resurrection Overture (XII) {cw: brief suicide mention}

After this day's hellish diving training, Qi Leren, who was as heavy as lead, had no strength to climb aboard. He was floating on his back beneath the boat like a miserable little mermaid under the gaze of Chen Baiqi's disdain. Finally, Chen Baiqi dragged him back onto the boat.

On the way back, Qi Leren slept as if dead. When he was woken up by the coastal evening wind, Qi Leren suddenly sat up and the coat that had been covering him slipped down. It was Chen Baiqi’s.　

"What time is it?" Qi Leren asked in a hoarse voice. He remembered that it was about five o'clock when he’d come back, but after entering the border of Dusk where it was sunset all day, it was difficult to tell the time.　

"It's seven o'clock," Chen Baiqi said without looking back as she kneeled on the bow against the wind. "You can hurry home after you wake up, but don't expect me to carry you back."　

Qi Leren responded. After a short sleep, his spirit was much better and he could walk.　

The two people got off the boat together. Chen Baiqi put her hands in her pockets with a cigarette in her mouth and looked at the distant sunset with empty eyes, her expression unreadable.　

"Thank you," Qi Leren suddenly said.　

"Hmm?" Chen Baiqi was puzzled.　

When he first woke up, Qi Leren was slow to respond, but now he had recovered. How could it take two hours to sail from Undead Island to Sunset Island’s port? The ship had already landed, but Chen Baiqi hadn't woken him up after seeing that he was tired enough to sleep. She’d smoked on bow for two hours, waiting for him to wake up. In this world where time was life, she had expended two hours for a person who wasn’t even a formal disciple… No, it took far more time than two hours. This kindness was tantamount to a life-saving grace.　

"Nothing, just wanted to thank you." Qi Leren said sincerely, "For many things... I should thank you."　

The two of them having arrived at an intersection, Chen Baiqi was going back to her store to have dinner with her sister, and Qi Leren was going back to Dr. Lu where he was still spending the night.　

Chen Baiqi stopped and stamped out the cigarette butt: "It's no use thanking me. Come and show me your potential."　

"I’ll work hard."　

"I’ll watch it, too," Chen Baiqi said, then turned and left, waving goodbye at him over her back.　

Qi Leren stood in silence for a moment, looking at Chen Baiqi’s back. She really was a woman with many stories and many worries, but she refused to sell her own stories and was reluctant to share her past. She was tightly wrapped in secrets, and no one knew her age. Even the name Chen Baiqi didn’t seem to be her real name.　　

What had she done in the real world? What kind of experiences had she had in the Nightmare World? Why did she want to adopt a player's child and love her as a sister? How was her half-field broken? Qi Leren didn’t know any of this. His understanding of Chen Baiqi was limited to the words she had revealed—she had once worked in the Heresy Court of the Trials Court, was an assassin who mainly focused on intelligence and assassination, and had a summoning book that sealed many strange creatures, which were accumulated when she traveled in the Nightmare World.　　

He wondered if he could be as strong as Chen Baiqi once he had spent eight years in the Nightmare World. He should be able to, at least, as long as his luck didn’t stop him from reaching his eighth year. Qi Leren gave a wry smile in his heart, got rid of the idea, and set foot on his way home.　　

When he returned to Dr. Lu's clinic, Dr. Lu was treating a familiar young man and nagged, "Jumped from the third floor? I see you’re young, why do you want to die like this? Do you think you’re a superhero? Doesn’t it hurt to jump from the third floor in one breath? Sometimes people jump off buildings. If you can stop it, stop it. Otherwise, forget it. What kind of hero is that? Hey, you’re back? I'm starving for dinner right now."　　

The young man who was being treated by "Doctor’s Orders" also turned his head and leapt up from his chair in surprise: "Qianbei! Long time no see! How have you been recently? I thought about it, and the house should be returned to you. It was originally your house. I'll find another residence. I have a lot of time to live now!"　　

"It doesn't matter, I live here as well," Qi Leren said in a reserved way.　　

The last time when he signed the confidentiality agreement with Du Yue, he’d felt that he was very sorry for the other. How dare he take the house back?　　

Recently, he had had to buy an extra bed. Otherwise Dr. Lu, who was grudgingly made to sleep on the sofa, would have continued to look at him bitterly and even dare to be angry at this “evil guest” who had taken over his nest. 　　

Du Yue looked at Qi Leren, who refused to move back, as if he was wronged. He lowered his head like a big dog who had been reprimanded by his master. Dr. Lu looked at him pitifully and invited him to have dinner with them. Du Yue immediately perked up: "Good, good, I have no place to eat!"　　

So the meal became three people together. If Qi Leren's training ended early, he would come back to cook. If it ended late, Dr. Lu would do it. Dr. Lu's culinary skills were not bad. You could see it from how Du Yue ate three bowls in one go.　　

After dinner, Du Yue rushed to wash the dishes. Qi Leren and Dr. Lu had a brief exchange about today's events.　　

"Du Yue had come several times even before you came back. I'm telling you, he's a personal event trigger! Almost every time, it was a courageous injury. Walking on the road the day before yesterday, he witnessed a robbery. He went up and beat the robber who then stabbed him. Today, he met a pregnant woman who wanted to jump off a building. He saved her but fell off himself. Fortunately, only his arm was broken..." Dr. Lu gushed about Du Yue's glorious deeds, and he was very optimistic about this young man.　　

"Are you talking about me?" Du Yue came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes.　　

"Yes, talking about the series of accidents that you’ve encountered almost daily," Dr. Lu smiled.　　

Du Yue scratched his head and said with a silly smile: "It's okay… It’s not every day."　　

"Does it have to happen every day?" Qi Leren vomited a sentence.　　

"Is the pregnant woman you saved today okay?" Dr. Lu asked smoothly.　　

"Okay? Ah, Her friend persuaded her to go with her after a while and asked for my contact information, saying that she would like to thank me next time," Du Yue said.　　

"If you want an abortion, between the Village of Dusk’s medical facilities plus the monthly tasks, isn’t it only too easy?" Dr. Lu said.　　

"Yes, that's what I told them."　　

A young man who had just grown up and a young man who looked like he was underage talked seriously about the problem of pregnancy and childbirth. This picture was a bit funny. After listening for a while, Qi Leren suddenly remembered the laptop. He quickly got up and said, "You two take your time talking, I’m going to go for a walk."　　

After leaving Dr. Lu's clinic, Qi Leren followed the address that Chen Baiqi had given him before, and went to find the house of the tech savvy player who was still alive.　　

The place where the player lived wasn’t far from Dr. Lu's clinic. Qi Leren was still worried that he still hadn’t come back after leaving for his task. However, this time he was lucky. After ringing the doorbell, a mechanical voice that sounded like a young girl came from behind the door: "Master is busy. What can I do for you?"

"Hello, I was referred by Chen Baiqi. I need to make an electronic appliance please," Qi Leren said.　　

"Just a moment, please."

After a few minutes, the door opened and Qi Leren saw at a glance that the three foot tall robot on the ground looked like a moving trash can. It opened the shoe rack and found a pair of shoe covers for Qi Leren: "Please come with me."　　

It was indeed a high-tech house. Qi Leren sighed with emotion in his heart and followed the little robot all the way to the basement.　　

The basement was very big. After Qi Leren went in, he suddenly saw a screen on the wall facing him!　　

However, it wasn’t like the HD display screens common in the real world, it was like the oldest gray TV screens in an antique shop. There were constantly black and white pixels moving on this display screen, which was actually playing a simple shooting game like a computer in the 1980s!　　

As Qi Leren approached, the man who had his back to him as he watched the screen suddenly lost the game, one hand coming down on the table: "Shit, lost again!"　　

"Hello." Qi Leren made a noise.　　

The man's back froze and he turned slowly. He was a young man with glasses who looked a little dull: "...Oh, hello."　　

Qi Leren felt that he was more nervous than him. His voice was a little shaky and he stuttered a little, obviously the type that didn’t have contact with others often.　　

After Qi Leren stated his purpose, the techy suddenly got excited: "Did you bring your laptop into the game? Sell it to me, I’ll pay a high price!"　　

Qi Leren suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, not to mention that the laptop was still in Schrodinger's state, appearing and disappearing irregularly. Even if the laptop was in his item bar now, he couldn't give it to others. But if he refused this person's request, would he still help him make the charger or transformer? He had to find a suitable reason...　　

Qi Leren secretly gritted his teeth and made a decision.　　

"No, there’s very important information on it. I can't give it to anyone," Qi Leren resolutely said.　　

"I can print the information for you!" the techy said enthusiastically, without stuttering.　　

"This... is not that kind of information." Qi Leren looked embarrassed and his eyes wandered. "It's the kind of... hundreds of G, you know..."　　

The techy’s eyes grew brighter: "Dude! I haven't seen a movie in such a long time! Sell it to me! Lend it to me without selling it!"　　

Qi Leren coughed twice: "To tell you the truth, all I watched were pure men's shootouts..."　　

The techy was stunned for a moment, then resolutely insisted: "It's okay, anti-Japanese drama, gun battle film, American blockbuster, I watched all of these."　　

Qi Leren covered his forehead: "I'm talking about GV, GayVideo, a film made by a group of men, understand!"　　

"................I understand."　　

In order to keep the laptop far away, Qi Leren, who did not hesitate to destroy his image, showed a kind smile: "Do you want to see it? I have quite a few varieties there, from gangbang to S/M to people and animals-"　　

"No, I, I, I, I, I still like girls."　　

"Oh, that's a pity," Qi Leren said regretfully.　　

After he dispelled the techy’s idea of buying the laptop off him, Qi Leren quickly finalized this order with him: to make a mobile power supply that could be externally connected to a laptop, which was equivalent to a large charging battery—"When I go to a copy task without electricity, I also want to watch these films to reduce stress." Quote by a serious Qi Leren.　　

"By the way, make another transformer, because the voltage in the Village of Dusk is different from that in the real world—of course, you should watch movies to relax when you’re in the Village of Dusk." Quote by a still serious Qi Leren.　　

The techy wanted to warn him that "a little joy hurts his body". In particular, he looked at Qi Leren walking a little bit. He looked like he was worn out and exhausted. He was finally defeated by Qi Leren’s kind smile and closed his mouth silently.　　

Out of the techy’s house, Qi Leren gave a long sigh. Today, he once again made himself into a gay man with strange taste. He was still a wretched gay man who watched hardcore porn every day. It seemed that the path to building an upright image only grew longer.

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Editor’s Notes: Happy first day of pride month, everyone! 🌈

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[kuroharada]

Okay, thanks! Her name is Megumi and she's a fish hybrid (Swordfish, Pacu, and Red Snapper) with red hair + tail and green eyes. She's around 5'1" because she's a fish but IRL I'm around 5'7"-5'8". She's a bit shy but warms up quickly to those who are friendly to her, and tends to apologize and say thank you a lot. She doesn't have good self esteem and often worries about what others think. Despite this, she really hates evil, injustice, and prejudice, and is prone to losing her temper. (1/3)

She wants to stop as many bad deeds as she can but she's also secretly a huge sub who likes flirty and dominant people (Especially yanderes), and gets embarrassed easily. She loves girly things, exploring, oceans, flowers, stars, and learning how to cook and bake, especially desserts (She's a vegetarian). Around those she knows, she also loves to laugh and make jokes. She doesn't often initiate hugs or cuddles since she wants to give others space, but prefers when her partner(s) initiate.

( Alright, let's get started! I'll do my best, alright? )

FUNAMUSEA

MALE

I ship her with...

IDATE

He likes to mess with her an awful lot, finding her easy to tease and having great fun doing it. He thinks her dislike of evil is really ironic all things considered, seeing as she's earned his affection of all people. Not that he'd consider himself "evil" so to say, but he knows he does plenty of bad things and has a lot of fun doing them. He just thinks it's funny that she's so pure-hearted and he's so... well, cruel.

If she likes him back, he's likely to tease her a lot more playfully than he did before. He frequently follows her around, wrapping his arms around her from behind and making some smart comment or another - usually of the dirty variety just to make her face as red as her hair. He likes to take charge in most situations, sometimes taking her by the chin and going in for an aggressive kiss almost out of nowhere. He's definitely dominant and he likes to remind her of that every chance he gets.

At some point, he finds himself obsessed with her before he can even recognize the feeling. Any time someone looks at her in any way that he can count as "bad", he simply attacks and devours them in front of her, making sure she is watching. He wants her to know that she is his and his alone, and that absolutely no one will come between the two of them. He can be a little overbearing at times, spending most of his time following her everywhere she goes and watching her very, very closely. On occasion, he may even get a little violent with her herself, unfortunately.

MALE

I ship her with...

SIRALOS

He saw her for the first time and knew he had to have her for himself. Her hair was what originally drew him in, and he is constantly creating ornaments for her to put in it. He knows she loves him back, I mean, how could she not? With how great he is, there's no one better suited to be her partner for life, and he would be greatly offended (and horribly, horribly angry) if she were ever to want someone else. Without a doubt, he would eliminate any competition the moment he found out about it.

He would absolutely love to explore with her, but he would love it way more if she were to come and enjoy the things he's created in his own world. He wants to show her everything he's made and often creates things for her as gifts. He would create a little spot in the Land of Sun just for her and spend more time watching her than he probably should. When he sees her as happy as can be, he often moves to embrace her, giving her a gentle kiss and caressing her cheek, simply taking in her face with a smile.

If anyone were to try to take her from him, he would find a creative way to get rid of them, such as sending them directly into one of his many suns or just tearing them apart limb from limb. He finds himself getting horribly jealous whenever anyone talks to her, seeing them as a threat to his rightful place in her heart. He has a vicious glare and an even worse bite. He knows he can make her unravel like nobody else can just by pinning her against a wall and telling her there is nobody who will ever love her the way he does, which he does very often. He frequently tells her nothing will ever make him let her go. Nothing. She is his. Almost like a possession sometimes.

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