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southieparkie · 7 months

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What the Kids from South Park Order at Mexican Restaurants

Stan

Loves a good sizzling Fajita

Like the ones where it’s served to the customer while it’s still steaming.

He likes to eat that with rice and a tortilla

And he gets super annoyed when people oggle over his food and ask him for some especially when they first bring it out.

Kyle

Saw birria tacos on TikTok once and never stopped ordering them since

But before then he ordered a burrito of any kind.

Then gets guacamole as an appetizer

One time he got so hungry he ate a burrito that had piping hot queso cheese drizzled on top of it with his bare hands like a regular burrito and everyone just sat there in awe.

Kenny

erm.

a glass of water?

JK JK IM SORRY

He’s usually eating on someone else’s bill and he’ll get something cheap like a chicken taco kids meal

Let’s just say he’s acquired money from God knows where. He’d get a combo that comes with a taco, a burrito, and an enchilada

Cartman

One of everything.

JK JK I HAVE JOKES

He’d get what Kenny wants to have (the taco burrito and enchilada combo) with a side of kids meal french fries to substitute the usual rice and beans.

It’s funny to him because he knows how much Kenny would love to have the meal but can’t afford it. He gets a delicious meal and a laugh.

Butters

Hmmm I think my boy will be having a burrito bowl with chicken. Plenty of avocados and corn and lettuce. No tomatoes.

Either that or three shrimp tacos.

Whatever he orders he splits with Kenny. Like if he orders a bowl, half of it goes to Kenny. If he orders the tacos, he’ll have one, Kenny’ll have one, and they both split the third.

Always gets a virgin pina colada margarita!

Craig

Okay so he only gets one of two things

He either gets carne asada with rice and beans, or he gets pollo loco (chicken and queso on a bed of rice. AKA the SouthieParkie Meal)

If he’s feeling extra boujie he’ll get a spicy pepper soup for an appetizer.

He also gets sopapillas after every meal.

Tweek

Chicken Tacos. Always.

And he also gets a cup of chili con queso as an appetizer.

And he shares it with Craig :)

Also enjoys fried ice cream! It freaks him out though because he has absolutely no idea how they fry it but it stays. Ice creamy? Yk??

Clyde

Steak burrito always!

Though if he even SMELLS a tomato in it he will break down.

Not literally but like he hates tomatoes just know that.

Also he likes to stay far away from seafood options. He likes to be extra cautious in case of any shellfishness radiating from the food.

Jimmy

Hmmm I think he’s a loaded nachos kinda guy.

Either that or will order fish tacos solely to make the fish dicks joke all night.

Also prefers black beans over refried beans.

Tolkien

Birria tacos!!!

Either that or a regular chicken taco with loaded papas fritas.

And he also gets chili con queso with extra jalapeños and it freaks Tweek out beyond belief.

Like Tweek is on the verge of tears after one while Tolkien eats like eight and doesn’t move a muscle.

#south park #sp #headcanons #wholeee bunch of characters #pt. 2 with more characters?? maybe???#it depends!!!#sp bunny if you squint #sp creek if you squint #was written while eating mexican food

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varibean · 1 year

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Silly little karaoke night headcanons bc i have strong opinions on the simplest things

Tweek: does surprisingly well with karaoke. his anxiety takes a backseat when it’s time to perform. picks really difficult songs to show off his range; will go with a musical option if he wants to throw in a bit of acting. has about a 50/50 chance of getting craig to perform a duet with him. they usually pick a goofy song for their duets over a romantic one though.

Craig: the tequila song. every. single. turn. and he doesn’t let them skip his turn either. because he’s an asshole. he’ll put a little effort into singing when he duets with tweek.

Clyde: Number one weird al yankovic fan when it comes to picking songs to sing. knows he’s kinda bad at singing and leans into it.

Tolkien: picks songs from tiktok trends and does the dances to them while kyle records. everybody else makes it a goal to ruin the video.

Jimmy: Enormous Penis by Da Vinci's Notebook.

Stan: like tweek, he also picks songs to show off his range, mostly with heavy metal vocals. gets really into it with headbanging and everything. uses a few of his turns to duet with kyle.

Kyle: i have to say it; he always picks AJR songs. listen...look into your heart and you know it’s true. on the plus side he absolutely kills it at World’s Smallest Violin. it’s this and Weezer. sings duets with stan and tolkien

Kenny: ♫ ~I’m a barbie girl, in a barbie wooooorld~ ♫

Butters: picks a wide variety of songs, ranging from pop to indie to screamo to light metal. always sings Hello Kitty by Avril Lavigne at least once every karaoke night and always does at least one duet with kenny

Cartman: is not invited to karaoke nights but if he was it would be Lady Gaga all the way down.

#south park #sp creek #sp style #sp bunny #if you squint #should i even bother with character tags? nah #this is just another excuse to talk about tweek but the rest of the guys are here too i supposed

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orangepeelshortbreadcookies · 10 months

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Curtain Story: The super serious, dark, dramatic and heroic rivalry of Miles Bridgerton and Charles Bridgerton

by @orangepeelshortbreadcookies

Chapter 2 - 4.4 / 3.9

Ratings: General

Word count: 2,155

Chapter summary: In which the warring tension between our two warring factions, how do they say, intensifies. There will be fighting. There will be fire.

Miles hates his cousin Charlie. He hates his stupid face, his smiley eyes, his dumb crooked grin. He hates that Charlie can say things that he doesn’t understand. He hates that Charlie’s Eomma and Dad are just as cool as his own (it should not be possible because his parents are the coolest.) He hates that Charlie must naturally have a room on Auntie Sophie’s spaceship and he doesn’t. He hates that nobody, not even Edmund (his brother and sidekick!) allows him to kick the younger boy. Even when Miles promises that it will be the smallest, tiniest kick possible. He hates him. Hates him. Hates him.

It doesn’t take long for the feelings to be mutual.

Charlie knows Miles hates him, and instead of cowering from it, he faces Miles head on. Constantly one-upping and contradicting Miles, much to the aggravation of the older boy. Their altercations usually unfold as such:

“My Amma makes the best dosa. I get all five of the chutneys.” Miles declared, arms crossed, rather smugly. They are still getting to know each other. There is no way Auntie Sophie can be as good of a cook as his Amma. Amma makes the best food.

Charlie pushes the truck Cousin Auggie let him borrow, back and forth, on the ground, and calmly responds:

“Eomma makes the best rice cakes, seongpyeon. She makes them with seven colours. They also have honey inside.”

Belinda perks up at Miles.

“Miles! You like honey!”

“No I don’t.” He denies. He is actually very curious. “My Amma makes the best matar paneer. It is very creamy.”

“Eomma makes me lunch boxes with all the stuff.” Charlie says, still the picture of perfect nonchalance. “She makes the rice look like a bunny and the eggs look like a bow and my Dad cuts the carrots into stars.”

Belinda claps her hands together.

“Oh that is so cute! I want to see it!” A little lisp escapes from her.

“No you don’t!” Miles exclaims. Then he glares at Charlie in disbelief. “You’re lying.”

Belinda furrows her eyebrows at Miles.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m not lying.” Charlie looks offended.

“Yes you are.” Miles insists. “I’ll tell. You are lying liar.”

“No I’m not!” Charlie’s face is slowly turning red. “You’re just jealous!” He points at Miles accusingly.

The other boy blinks at the acutely accurate accusation.

Belinda gasps and chimes in.

“He’s right! You are jealous.”

“No I’m not!”

“Are too!”

“I’m not!!!”

Then Charlie says something in Korean or French, and not understanding what it means irritates Miles to no end. He retaliates by calling the other boy stupid. Then the two launch into each other, fists flying, until the adults separate and put them both in time-out. By that point, both of them have been crying for a few minutes and completely forgotten what it is they were arguing about.

*********

At night, dramatically, Miles swivels and sulks in his throne, which just happens to be his Dad’s big desk chair, the fireplace crackles behind him, the glow of the flame against the darkness of the room reflects his mood. If there has been thunder as well, it would have been perfect. Eyes squinting, he reconsiders his strategy. And his opponent. Charlie. His archnemesis.

What can one do with such an adversary? How can this child show up one day and manage to garner everybody at his feet, monopolising all the attention that has taken Miles years, decades, centuries to cultivate? It cannot just be because he is cute. Fine, Miles will concede that Charlie is pretty dang cute. But he is just as cute as Charlie! No, that cannot just be it. It must be some kind of magic. Yes, this theory makes more sense. Maybe when Charlie mumbles those intelligible languages, he is actually conjuring an evil spell. Miles comes to the realisation with a start. What if his cousin Charlie is a dark sorcerer?

But no, that can’t be. Because Auntie Sophie is a scientist. Scientists and sorcerers are different, everyone knows that.

Maybe Charlie is something more.

Something more dangerous.

A scientist-sorcerer, perhaps.

A sciencerer!

A dark, mad sciencerer!

When the light turns on, Miles is snapped out of his scheming. His Amma stands by the door, one hand on her hips. She pins him with an inquiring look.

“There you are, Miles. Time for bed. What are you doing there in the dark, in your Father’s chair?”

Miles gives her his most innocent smile.

“I am, um, scheming.” Balloons! He slips. He hopes she doesn’t notice it. “I mean, I am just watching the fire.”

“Are you now?” Miles thinks Amma is trying to bite back a laugh. “I’m afraid the time of fire watching is over. You should go put your jim-jams on now.”

Before he departs for the nursery, Miles stops by Kate and gives her a great big hug.

“I love you, Amma.” His voice is muffled in her clothes as he takes in lungfuls of her soap and lily scent.

Kate blinks back tears from her eyes. Pregnancy has sent her emotions running in every direction. And her second boy is being so sweet.

“I love you, too, sweetheart. I’ll tuck you two in in a few minutes. Don’t forget to brush your teeth.”

As cliched as it is, when Kate watches the form of Miles disappearing down the hallway, she has the thought all parents have at some points regarding their children.

They grow up so fast.

There is another thing that Miles cannot tell Amma, unfortunately, as it is a matter of utmost secrecy. It is an oath that he swears to himself, rather heroically so.

Don’t worry, Amma. I will save you. I will save everybody from Cousin Charlie’s evil scimagic!

At the same time, in another household, Benedict puts back P'tit Loup aime sa petite soeur back where it belongs on the bookshelf before quietly leaving the nursery. Charlie is already sound asleep.

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Miles’s plan begins with the obvious.The biggest weapon in his enemy’s arsenal. Charlie Bridgerton’s cuteness.

You take away the glamour, you expose the source of the enemy’s power. You open the cover of any instrument, any machine, you reveal the workings of the mechanism within. It is true for magic, it is true for science. It must be true for Charlie, who is both. Taking away his cuteness will weaken him, or at least temporarily hamper the force of his science-spell long enough for everyone to wake up from it.

So when Charlie comes to visit Aubrey Hall with his parents that weekend, Miles gets ready.

As they are laid down next to each other for their afternoon nap that day in the nursery, Miles tries his hardest not to doze off. Instead, he holds onto his markers under his pillow for dear life.

When he is sure Charlie is not awake anymore, he quietly approaches the boy, careful not to wake up his brother, Auggie, Belinda and Caroline. Brown for earth. Blue for water. Orange for fire. White for wind but Edmund has used up all the white one so grey is for wind. Black is for space but Miles can’t find it so purple is for space. Keeping quiet, completely focused, he squiggles this way and that on Charlie’s sleeping face, in an exorcising ritual that only makes sense to Miles alone.

Satisfied with his work, he returns to his pillow and finally allows himself to take his well-earned nap. When we wake up, he thinks drowsily, hopefully, the science-spell will be broken. Things will return to how it is meant to be.

Miles drifts off to unconsciousness, smiling to himself. A vague thrill buzzes in the back of his mind and an unclassified fear settles in the pit of his stomach.

All hecks break loose after the nap.

Caroline is the first one to wake. She looks around, sees what happens to Charlie, and immediately starts screaming. Her loud voice starts the rest of the children out of their slumber. Edmund comes to, looks at her to see what the fuss is, and starts screaming too when he looks at Charlie, who is still drowsy from sleep and does not understand what is going on. Still maintaining some sort of composure are Belinda and Auggie. Belinda quickly finds a mirror so Charlie can look at his face before she too screams. A suddenly very nervous Miles sneakily hides himself behind the drapes, while Auggie runs down the hall and cries out for the adults with all the strength his little lungs can produce.

Still-groggy, overstimulated, confused, and frightened at his own reflection, little Charlie bursts into tears as the adults storm in, fully expecting a home invasion in broad daylight, but find a crying colourful boy instead.

Miles can hear from his spot behind the drape, Uncle Benedict and Auntie Sophie attempting to sooth a distraught Charlie, as well as Auntie Daphne and Uncle Simon comforting their own children. He can hear Amma talking to Edmund. But the loudest of all, is a menacing, foreboding sound that Miles hates most in the world. Cheese and rice, he thinks, I've done it now.

“MILES!!!”

It is the sound of his Dad's angry voice, the one he only uses when Edmund and he are in big, big trouble.

The boy in question feels a chill run down his spine.

Guilt and fear mix up together all confusingly. But buried underneath it all, at the centre, is a mystery Miles can’t quite solve.

How did they find out it was me?

As the only parent present not occupied with armfuls of upset children who need to be pacified, Anthony Bridgerton takes a quick investigative sweep about the nursery. At the empty spot on the mat where his second son has inhabited earlier, the pillow has been kicked away, probably by Miles himself during the panic. The shuffle reveals two markers, orange and grey, both uncapped, their ink bleeds onto the mat and into the fabric of the pillow. Curiously, Miles is not among the crying children. And when Anthony’s eyes catch two little socked feet peeking out from under the blackout curtains, there is no doubt in his mind who the culprit of this madness is.

There is no answer, however, after he has called his name.

"Come out here this instant, Miles." Anthony's tone is low, warning. "I can see you."

Silence. Then he sees some movement underneath the velvet. It looks like Miles is wiping his hand over his face. Oh shit, Anthony wonders, Is he crying? And his anger immediately melts away at the thought. Did I raise my voice too much? Did I scare him? Anthony is reminded how it must have been like for his own father, going through this six times over, before his untimely death.

He shakes himself out of the sentiment. He forces himself to harden his resolve once more. He has been through this with his brother Gregory. He is still going through it with Edmund. He can do the same with Miles. Children need discipline as well as affection. They need to learn. No matter how sweet and sad they look. And Anthony knows as well as Miles does, that the four-year-old can be very persuasive.

“Step away from the curtain, son.” Anthony tries again, his voice has become softer. They can try to solve this as gently as possible.

Any planned attempt on that front, however, is dead from its conception in Anthony’s brain, as Miles steps out from behind the curtains and reveals himself.

The entire room turns dead silent as they look at Miles. Even the victim, little Charlie, stops his sobbing momentarily.

Across his son’s face, disappearing under the tufts of dark hair over his forehead, are marker drawings. Blue, purple and brown. Long, disorganised lines, a lot of them paralleling as if Miles has used two or all three markers at the same time. Unlike the number he has done on his cousin’s face, which consists of deliberate flourishes and meditated use of colours, this is the product of pure panic thinking. Anthony can spy the markers peering out of his pocket.

“It was a thief!” Miles says. His arms spread out in exclamation. There is even more ink on his hands. “A thief got in and drew on our faces when we were sleeping. He said he wanted to mark the children before he kidnapped them. I lured him away before he could get to the others!”

For a moment, Anthony is speechless. His head drops to his chest, mentally counting to 10 as he tries to regulate his breathing.

From behind him, Anthony hears Simon let out a snort.

“Don’t, Basset.” Miserably, he turns to his best friend and mutters under his breath. “Don’t you dare.”

It is the closest Anthony will ever come to begging outside of his bedroom.

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #kathony #benophie #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #miles bridgerton #charles bridgerton #my writing

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daisywords · 1 year

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I posted 1,703 times in 2022

That's 1,350 more posts than 2021!

382 posts created (22%)

1,321 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@daisywords

@unbearable-lightness-of-ink

@headspace-hotel

@ettawritesnstudies

@jedi-valjean

I tagged 1,208 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#art - 221 posts

#second chance wip - 90 posts

#other's writing - 86 posts

#ask game - 59 posts

#other's wip - 42 posts

#boost - 36 posts

#my art - 33 posts

#my writing - 23 posts

#other's art - 19 posts

#writing process - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i have one black turtleneck and it looks sooooo good on me literally it's like my first date outfit but also i cannot wear it for that long

My Top Posts in 2022:

Kk just finished A Conspiracy of Kings

Sophos my beloved

the boy is back <3

I just loved Sophos as a narrator! His voice really came through ugh he's just so honest

the shifts between first person to omniscient were interesting I don't think I've ever seen it done in quite that way

bunny :)

"If my affections weren't otherwise engaged" oof

love how the middle section is just King of Attolia pt 2

"that Sophos held Gen's heart in his hand" + "He would have given Eugenides his heart on a toothpick, if asked" ok cool cool

we still stan Eddis Helen

I want to know more about Sophos's sisters they seem cool

uM did he just—yes he did ok he went there

"You shot the ambassador?" my Lord Attolis you gave me the gun

It's all just about how they all love each other but it's so much more complicated than that, except that in the end it isn't

Wow this book is so...heartfelt idk

Sophos my beloved

and here's the complementary doodle of Eddis and our boy Sophos ofc

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Ok so read The King of Attolia yesterday and wow ok

Costis is one of those characters that's just some guy but like. he's my guy

Also I love his friendship with Aris? just like aww look they're friends

just because no one ever sees the king visit the queen doesn't mean he's not you idiots did you forget everything you ever knew about the guy?

I feel like the narrative distance between the reader and Gen has to get further and further away lest we know what he is up to

What did Relius actually do wrong? was kinda confused there tbh

I guess Gen being mortally wounded is just a staple for this series like jeez give the guy a break

And yup there we go

Costis the whole time like "get a room" except they have a room he's just. also there

Aww Sejanus and Dite really did love each other <3

Also Sophos is missing??? Someone better go find him right now

This book was just straight character dynamics and I was riveted

I feel like Megan Whalen Turner Understands Something About Intimacy

This book is so incredibly spicy you guys

ok anyway here's the king and queen themselves and of course our boy Costis

156 notes - Posted March 11, 2022

minimum page counts really coming for those of us who are concise

332 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

can't believe it's 2022 and we still have posts around about not overusing "said" like seriously? Imagine if I made a list of words to use instead of "and." wouldn't that be stupid?

1,162 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Conlanging for cheaters

quick tips for creating fantasy language(s) that look believable if you squint

Pick a few rules about what letter/sound combinations can and cannot exist (or are common/uncommon). For example, in English, "sp" or "st" can begin a word, but in Spanish they can't. The "ng" sound (or the voiced velar nasal if you want to get technical), can't appear at the beginning of a syllable in English, but it can in at least of third of languages around the world. English allows for consonant clusters (more than one consonant together without a vowel), but some languages, such as Hawaiian, don't. Picking a few distinctive rules that are different from English or the language you are writing in, and sticking to them, will yield a lot better results than just keysmashing.

Assign meaning to a few suffixes, prefixes, or roots. A simple and useful example of this is making up a particle that means -land or -city or -town, and tacking it onto your appropriate place names. You could also have a particle with a similar meaning to the "er/or one we have in English, such as in "baker," "singer," or "operator," and then incorporate it in your fantasy titles or professions. It's like an Easter egg for careful readers to figure out, and it will make your language/world feel more cohesive.

Focus on places and names. You usually don't need to write full sentences/paragraphs in your conlang. What you might want to do with it is name things. The flavor of your language will seep in from the background, with the added benefit of giving readers some hints on background lore. For example, you could have a conlang that corresponds to a certain group of people, and a character with a corresponding name could then be coded as being from that group without having to specify. A human-inhabited city with an elven-sounding name might imply that it was previously inhabited by elves.

You don't have to know what everything means. Unless you are Linguistics Georg R. R. Tolkien, you probably don't want to (and shouldn't!) actually make up a whole language. So stick some letters together (following your linguistic rules, of course) and save fretting over grammar and definitions for the important stuff.

(Bonus) This isn't technically conlanging, but it can be fun to make up an idiom or two for your fantasy culture (just in English or whatevs) and sprinkle that in a few times. The right made-up idiom can allude to much larger cultural elements without you having to actually explain it.

Congrats! You now have a conlang you can dust over your wip like an appropriate amount of glitter. Conlangs can be intimidating, just because there's so much you can do, but that doesn't mean you have to do it all. So yeah anyway here's what I would recommend; hope y'all have fun :D

5,598 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

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cosmicsodacan-art · 5 years

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Kneel before chaos!

#bunny south park #if you squint #kenny mccormick #mysterion #butters stotch #leopold butters stotch #professor chaos #south park #sp: tfbw #the fractured but whole #i guess #fan art #art by me #digital art

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saltedbutters · 5 years

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taking a break from beating eachother up

#saltedart #mysterion #sp kenny #kenny mccormick #south park #my art #kenny #yes thats prof chaos' hand they cease fire for a smoke break and yes he gave mysterion that bandaid #bunny if you squint lol all my art is made with bunny on my brain

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exosmutfactory · 4 years

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Dark Horse-Chapter Two

All I know is that one day my boyfriend and lifelong best friend disappeared. No word of him from anyone. No trace of him anywhere. And after 6 agonizing months, they concluded that he is dead. So why the fuxk do I seeing him strolling around town at 3am?

[ warnings: Baëkhyun is a carnivore, okay ]

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 ✓ |

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Observations

“Okay everyone, let’s share what you want to be when you grow up!” Our english teacher, Mrs. Kim, with the typical thick rimmed glasses and perfectly made bun exclaims from behind her desk. Books stacked high and orderly on either side as excitement seeps from her every word. That wild twinkle in her right eye terrifying me without fail.

Hiding behind my shield, I clutch on to the back of his shirt; keeping Mr. Bunny tucked into the crook of my elbow.

“I want to be an astronaut!”

“A doctor!”

“A princess!”

Mrs. Kim smiles while looking over everyone’s glowing faces, but no one shines like the boy hiding my small form from view. “Baekhyun?”

My shield nearly blinds the room with his boxy grin; two front teeth missing as he points his finger to the sky. “My name is Byun Baekhyun!” He proclaims, pointing back at himself, “And I’m going to be the best fencer to ever live!”

Mrs. Kim’s eyes twinkle even more, the unnaturally grey orbs shifting to peek at my shying away form, “Charity?”

Baekhyun steps to the side, and I clutch tighter onto his soft t-shirt, meeting his gentle eyes with my alarmed ones. ‘Go on,’ He wordlessly nods, smiling encouragingly.

“I…” I squeak, hiding in my shirt collar; keeping my eyes steady in his. Taking a deep breath, I start over again, “I want to be…”

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“ey...”

“He..”

My brows furrow as I curl my stiff fingers; struggling to open my eyes. It feels almost as if my eyelids are glued together.

“HEY!”

With a start, my eyes snap open. I shoot up into a sitting position—actions that leave me crying out in pain at the unpleasant crack of my stiff bones and the hot tears pouring from my throbbing eyes.

“Get up.” A figure hisses; their silhouette blurry until I’m able to rub the blinding eyelashes and tears from my eyes.

“W-What,” I croak, rubbing my sore throat. “What time is it?”

The old man scoffs, tapping his cane against the brick wall. “8:30, Wednesday the 11th.” He grunts.

My brows furrow, Wednesday? But it’s-

“Baekhyun...” Narrowed green eyes, “He’s dead.”

Crimson smirking lips, “...I thought we had somëthïng spëcïal, Charïty.”

Split jaw; large mouth; crooked teeth; red and black demon eyes. Rancid breath; tight grip; a blaring siren from afar. “Sorry little lamb. We’ll play more next time.” A glimpse of blinding light. “For now, I’ll be watching.”

“See you, sweetheart.”

My eyes widen in horror and I splutter; scrambling to my feet. Days… He left me here for 3 days. Fuck. “T-Thank you.” I mumble, hastily bowing to the old man; wincing at the tear-inducing pull at my sore joints. Fuck I'm fucking late!

He tuts in displeasure. “Do that again and you might find yourself dead.” He grumbles, spewing more incoherent insults while slowly carrying on down the street.

Watching him go, I sigh, rubbing my scratchy throat and taking a look around the shaded alley. The slight glimmer of a familiar red liquid twinkling in the dim light catching my eye. I squint at it, blinking in surprise when the unnatural blood quickly shrinks to nothing; only dirtied asphalt left in its wake.

Feeling a shiver go down my spine, I quickly shake my head; exiting the smelly space and walking home on stiff legs. My eyes constantly looking over my shoulder. The rest of my memories of Sunday come back full force once I reach my apartment complex; images of a certain white-haired suave man making me flinch. God, she really knows how to mess things up, doesn’t she?

A familiar buzzing warmth flares up on my skin. I gently place a hand over the cross resting above my heart; whispering a few words and waiting for it to cool down before warily eyeing my surroundings again. I don’t know what I expected from that demon, but it surely wasn’t this.

Slipping into my apartment, I quickly shut the door and lock the dead-bolt, checking that everything is secure before limping to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, I sink down into a dining chair, sighing in relief at the coolness sliding down my parched throat. Setting the empty bottle on the table, I close my eyes. Baekhyun is alive...I can feel it. I always do.

But where is he?

The sudden urge to cough itches away at my chest. Wherever he is, that thing—

Bending over, I roughly hack and cough into my hand; the feeling of a warm liquid making my eyes go wide. Shakily pulling my hand away, I gasp at the amount of red covering my palm.

Pushing away from the table, I stumble over to the pantry; flinging the door open and scanning the shelves. Where is it? Striding back out in hast, I take to the cupboards and cabinets, groaning in annoyance at the tightening feeling building in my chest. Where is it!?

Suddenly recalling the last place I left it, I quickly spin around to sprint out of the room; hissing when my forearm roughly bumps into the back of the chair. Why does it hurt ten times more when your body is ice—

I suck in a breath, warily glancing down at it halfway down the hall. A burning red, blistering patch of tissue left where my skin is supposed to be.

Flinching, I fling open the door with force, clutching the top nightstand drawer before the door collides with the wall. The drawer falls to the ground with a loud clang; my knees buckling before I can pull out the vital with cramping fingers, gritting my teeth as I painstakingly screw it open. The familiar scent of honey dew and sunkissed roses adding a temporary soothe to my screaming body. One drop. I eye the purple contents with unsteady breaths; gripping the dripper and planting one drop on the tip of my tongue. The world snapping out of focus the moment I clumsily set the bottle back into the drawer.

Soft colors....scratchy surface….loud coos….steady breaths.

My eyes peel open to a blurry baby pink ceiling, a white object too close for comfort out the corner of my eye making me flinch. Pulling myself up onto my elbows, I look to the left, blinking at the white dove sitting by my side. “Oh...Nice seeing you again, I guess, ” I greet, my voice surprisingly soft.

The bird continues to give me judging eyes.

“Look, I didn’t mean to go without it again, okay?” I lay back on the floor with a deep sigh. “At this rate, it might happen again-or worse,” I grumble, glaring up at the ceiling.

The little beauty coos insistently as I comb a cluster of soft material out of my tangled hair. “I’m okay,” I murmur, eyeing the fistful of white feathers in my hand, “Thank you for checking in though.” Grinning, I add a teasing, “Mom.”

The dove ruffles its feathers and makes a show of snapping its beak at my arm before taking flight; sailing out my window like the entering wintry breeze.

Shivering, I look around for my winter coat, spotting it draped over the back of my desk chair that’s lying sideways on top of the dresser barricading the door. Looking over to the right at my bed with the mattress halfway hanging off it, I climb to my feet with a sigh. Some things never change.

Amidst tidying up my room, I come across an inky black feather; the thin obsidian strands ruffling over the surface like the waves of a deep dark sea. Crumbling it in my hand, I quickly glance over my shoulder, shoving it deep into my dresser.

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“Cherry!” Mrs. Lee is a tiny ball of wild, brown curls and motherly fury; practically teleporting to the door before I fully step over the threshold. “Where have you been, young lady. I haven’t seen you in weeks!”

Wincing, I press my palm to my throbbing temple, “Sorry ma’am, I think I caught the flu.” I croak, rubbing my sore throat. The vital always leaves my body to the hands of high fevers and sleepless nights—in fact, I dare say it handed me directly over to them.

“I told you to be careful,” She sighs, fixing me a knowing look. “You’re not still sick, are you?”

“No, my throat is just-” Wincing again, I lift my arms as she pulls off my thick, black coat. Closing my eyes at the throbbing pain.

“Shh no more talking,” She scolds, folding the material over her arm, “Go have a seat, I’ll make some tea.”

“But-” The look she shoots my way has my mouth snapping shut. I quietly take a seat at the table closest to a window and the counter as she hangs the coat up and strides to the backroom.

“If you weren’t feeling unwell, I’d give you an earful,” Her voice drifts from the little window; the telltale signs of a pot boiling water adding life to the quiet building.

Tiredly resting my cheek on my palm, I gaze out the window; eyes drooping every now and then. They are sliding shut for the third time when something catches my eye—something white. Something distinctly familiar.

My eyes snap open in realization and I practically slam my face against the glass, watching with a heavy heart as a figure with two lone white braids gets lost in the crowd.

Gulping down the lump in my throat, I grip onto the edge of the table. I’ve forgotten about that damn thing while cooped up in my stuffy apartment. There’s hardly any time to think of the outside world when you’re in the midst of dying from a strong virus and having to deal with your heater going out—speaking of which, I won’t hear from my landlord until the first of January…

Cleaning my jaw, I lean back against the cushioned chair with a hand covering my burning eyes. Looks like I’ll have to take some late night drives for awhile. It’s not like anyone will be out to stop me—

A chime brings me back to the present; my eyes flicking up in alarm at the blurry white blob. My heart lodging itself in my throat.

Quickly wiping my sore eyes, I blink at the random stranger flipping off their white hoodie attached to their fleece coat; their own eyes menacing glaring at my staring form.

Averting my eyes, I graciously take the steaming cup of herbal tea from Mrs. Lee. Softly giving her thanks before she hurries back behind the counter to serve the impatient customer. I look down into the misty mug with a little sigh.

“First a murderer and now…”

An unpleasant screech makes me jump in my seat, the hairs standing up on the back of my neck. Carefully pushing the cup away, I turn my attention back to the window; watching with wide eyes at the shine of a familiar fucking saber reflecting off the concrete and onto my window. The vivid sound of manic laughter echoing in my pounding ears as the man dressed in all black walks out of sight before I can catch a glimpse of his face. A sight that isn’t even needed given the all too telling stance of the casually strolling, white haired being.

“...fencing king is back in town.”

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Shoving the last stubborn bag of food into the freezer, I press my back to the refrigerator with a tired sigh; tossing my car keys on to the table. Rolling my stiff shoulders before an out of place noise reaches my ears. A barely audible squeak…. and the screech of the brand new window in my bedroom being pushed open—one that I always keep locked. And as if clockwork, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The vital…

Eyeing the purple pill idly sitting by my keys on the tabletop, I fling it into the trashcan seconds before my room door is thrown open. The pained squeaks of a struggling rat silenced by a single, lewd squelch.

Steadying my breath, I face the glowing individual standing in the doorway. It stares right back at me with those blood-red pupils; licking red covered fingertips as its manic grin turns into a boxy, sinister smile.

“Hï lïttlë lamb.”

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Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 ✓ |

Late asf update BECAUSE of my sudden writer's block at the end of last year. Hopefully I can get plenty more chapters of this story posted before it happens again! I'm slowly but surely figuring out how I want the story to go so it's helping the whole writing process <3

Thank you for sticking around during this 2 month dry spell and all the support!

Happy Valentine's ^-^ ♡♡

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