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envy-of-the-apple · 1 year

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Yandere!Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

I haven’t written my man in soo longg. i claim to be an illumi stan but i only have like two fics for the guy. im so sorry illumi your dead fish eyes are the only eyes for me i swear. Highly inspired by this drabble made by flamingtrash. The way bestie writes illumi just lamenting just sends chills down my spine.

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(Warnings: Yandere, stalking, murder, more stalking, planning to murder, mentions of suicide)

Kill the husband, do whatever you want to the wife.

His mission is one of the simpler ones. He considers this busy work. His target is a regular civilian, a break from the numerous other assassins, hit-men, nen-users he typically was hired to do.

Still, Illumi takes his time, because every target deserves his vigilance, his dedication. It wouldn’t be right to just finish and go. He offers each life respect.

He remembers the reason why your husband has to die. Bribery, company theft, among many other things. The men who wanted him gone needed for him to disappear completely, not a trace of him left behind.

He has a feeling you wouldn’t go away just as easily.

It was a love marriage. You two met right after you graduated college, and it bloomed from there. Coffee dates, light night strolls, candlelight dinners. Domestic activities.

You loved your husband. Though Illumi isn’t intimate with the feeling, it’s clear to anyone who’s willing to watch. You’d been married for years, yet you still get so flustered at the mention of him. Twiddling thumbs, nervous laughter.

Your husband loves you too. Maybe just as much. He’s not as quick to show it. He’s close to inheriting the company from his father. He has a lot of work to do. It’s probably why he’s doing so many gray things. Your husband is stressed. He knows one day this will all catch up to him.

That day came when Illumi was handed 20 million jennies and a picture.

He watches because making it look like an accident is much harder to accomplish than it sounds. He considers pinning the blame on you, before he discards the thought. Insufficient.

But you really did love your husband. He isn’t usually so interested in his target’s marital affairs but he thinks he admires your loyalty. You’re so loving to him. Despite the busy lives you two lead, you manage to still think about him.

Like today, when you’re setting up the breakfast table. You place two bowls, despite the fact your husband’s still asleep in the bed you two share.

He’s been busy lately, constantly running from meeting to meeting. After a bit of scouting Illumi realizes that he’s only ever in two places: at the office, or in bed with you. Sometimes, just twice since Illumi has been observing, your husband crawls into a dark alley, filled with underdwellers, whispering about their latest schemes. He barely has time for breakfast.

A routine is being set in place. You make two plates, continuing to bustle away in the kitchen as you wait for him. He’ll leave in a hurry, as he always does, yelling out a ‘bye darling’ before slamming the door shut. You’ll come out of the kitchen a few minutes later to see the bowls untouched, and then you’ll frown. Like you always do.

And that worries Illumi because when your husband is gone and if you start putting together the pieces: always rushing everywhere, constantly being stressed, not eating breakfast anymore. He’d rather you be in the dark. He’d rather not waste his time killing you too. He wants you to play the part he set out to you; the heartbroken wife wondering how her husband could do this to himself when he was always so happy.

Today, Illumi decides to intervene when your husband leaves like that for the fifth day in a row. You hadn’t even realized the intruder when he casually steps into the dining room, too busy in the kitchen. He decides to dispose of your husband’s bowl in the bushes, where the stray cats can have their fill. It’s clean when Illumi drops the dish back to its place on the table.

You come out a few minutes later when Illumi safely retracts to his usual hiding spot. He watches you keenly, noting the perceived disappointment you have on your face like you’re already preparing yourself.

And then you stop, staring at the empty bowl.

A soft smile adorns your face. Your eyes crinkle.

You look so happy, as you sit down, eating your own breakfast. It confuses him, just how happy a small action made you.

It didn’t matter. This was good. If he kept this up, your husband’s demise would be a heartbroken tragedy, rather than suspected foul play. He shouldn’t be bothered by the details.

Days later, he still thinks about your smile.

He watches you more than he does his target.

Illumi can’t help himself. You’re so distracting. He doesn’t understand why. He should have been done with this mission weeks ago but he’s still here because he can’t understand you.

You’re normal by any standard. Completely average. You work a desk job, and come back home when you get off the clock. You have normal friends. You have a normal family. Nothing you do should surprise him.

But you do, nearly every day. He realizes you have these faces you show to others. Towards your co-workers, you’re polite and resigned. People who you’re closer to, family, close friends, your husband, you’re more sincere. You smile more. It’s fascinating to watch you switch depending on who you interact with.

It shouldn’t matter because everyone has different faces. Everyone does this, this is basic socialization in regard to his targets. You aren’t special.

Sometimes, Illumi catches himself wondering what face you would show him if you two ever met.

You’re so disgustingly normal as you sit in the living room of your house, watching a TV show he hardly cares about. You don’t seem to care either, more interested in babbling on the phone to your friend about some nonsense at work.

He should just kill you off too. It would be easier, less work on his part. It’s not like his clients care about what he does with you. You are an anomaly, but in the grand scheme of things, you are dispensable, irrelevant to his job. You won’t matter.

You shouldn’t matter.

You’re clumsy, it’s a common trait Illumi has noticed. You show your skill off almost every day. Take this moment, for instance, as you get up, you nearly drop your phone, catching it in the knick of time. You laugh to your friend about it in relief and Illumi thinks you wouldn’t be a good fit within his family. He strangely doesn’t mind your helplessness, however.

He catches himself again. He curses. He really should just kill you.

It’d be so easy to, it’s not like you made it hard. You don’t have any combat experience, you don’t even realize he’s there, right behind you, watching you work away in the kitchen as you continue to talk to your friend in utter obliviousness.

He’s close enough to smell your perfume.

When you turn, he’s back in his perch, onlooking the window. As usual, you don’t spot any evidence of the stranger being in your home, close enough to touch you. You continue stirring away a dish, still on the phone.

He really should just kill you.

Illumi thinks your friends serve their purpose.

Since he is unable to interrogate you, your friends do it for him. They get you drunk in the restaurant you three had booked weeks ago, tipsy on a strain of alcohol he’d barely consider strong. It’s enough to spill your deepest secrets he could never uncover himself. A childhood past files could never tell him.

Your friend makes a comment about how the kid version of you would probably be scandalized at how you turned out. A slurred laugh bubbles out of your lips. Illumi thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

“You sound just like my husband,” You say with mirth. Your friend frowns.

“Speaking of him…are the two of you okay? He didn’t show up to the dinner party last week.” Your husband hadn’t. Instead, he’d left you alone while he went to go and make more blood money. You frown, like you’re remembering it too.

“Yeah,” You murmur, “He’s been busy lately. It’s something at work.”

“Has he been specific?” Another friend presses. You look pensive.

“Not really,” You respond. They frown at eachother, casting a knowing look.

“Stop,” You say, your voice losing all humor, “It’s not like that. You two think so lowly of him. He’s not that kind of man.” And it’s true. Your husband doesn’t cheat. He bribes and launders instead.

“He’s been…really tired lately. He sleeps like a rock all night, but in the morning it looks like he hadn’t even gotten a wink. His eye bags have eye bags.” You frown, taking another sip of your drink. “I always feel so guilty, like I should be doing something.”

“Have you tried speaking to him about it?” One asks.

You smile without mirth.

“He doesn’t talk to me. Sometimes-sometimes I feel like he really wants to, but is afraid to, which is so stupid. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’ll love him no matter what he does.”

Illumi believes you. He really does. He suddenly realizes that if your husband admitted everything he’s been doing right now; you’d forgive him, you’d accept him, you’d still love him.

You’re so loyal to him. Only him. Even when your husband doesn’t really deserve it, it was love. True love.

That’s why he was so drawn to you. He wanted a wife just like you. Hell, if he had a perfect wife, he’d launder, and bribe, and steal to keep you too.

He leaves after that. The mystery was solved. He could finally complete his mission.

He wastes no time getting to your home, getting to his target.

Killing the man was easy. Illumi barely breaks a sweat. Your husband is dead, and at his feet, within seconds.

Then he waits.

He waits for you to come home, he waits for you to see the scene. He decides that he’ll let you grieve for thirty seconds. Half a minute, before he breaks your neck, and then you’ll join your beloved.

He isn’t usually so gracious, but he feels indebted to you. He’s grateful that you showed him that something like this exists. Utter devotion. He wants someone like you in his life. Someone who will smile and laugh and be intertwined with him, forever.

He’ll pay it back by giving you time with your husband. It’s the least he can do.

The door clicks an hour later. He patiently waits. Waits for you to see your lover, waits for you to scream, waits for you to see him. He’ll give you thirty seconds. Just thirty seconds.

Forty-five seconds pass.

Your eyes meet his first.

You smile.

“Hey.”

You’re intoxicated. He can smell the wine from your lips as you stumble forward, lightly tripping on your heels. He’s close enough that you fall into him. He could have moved away, avoiding your clumsy body, letting you fall on a heap to the floor.

He’s never minded your clumsiness.

Illumi stays, gently pressing his fingertips into your shoulders, stabilizing you. You’re so soft under his touch. Delicate. He’s suddenly afraid a single move might snap you in half.

You laugh, and although your voice is heavy with alcohol, it’s so light and free. You look at him, really really look at him. Your eyes are glimmering and he’s wondering if the night sky itself was etched into your eyes.

“My hero,” You say so so lovingly and it clicks.

You think he’s your husband.

Why else would you be so happy? You can’t see him that well, not with your poor eyesight, an average human’s ability. Not when you’re so drunk off of the sweet wine he can practically taste from your lips.

You don’t see the dead body right at your feet. You just see Illumi.

Still, he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either, choosing to wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him closer. You’re so warm. You fit perfectly against his body.

If he presses himself any closer, if he brings his hand up, right by your neck, and squeezes just so slightly, he’d be able to feel all of you. The blood pumping in your veins, sending oxygen, nutrients, everything that keeps you here. You’re alive. You aren’t dead, not yet. That’s why you’re so warm, not a cold corpse.

He thinks he prefers you this way.

“Sorry I was so late,” You’re slurring your words, but he understands them anyway, “I hadn’t seen the girls in a while. Hope you’re not too mad.”

He doesn’t reply. You don’t seem to care, pressing up against him again. It feels so intimate, he’s not used to this. For once, in the many years he’s lived without doubt, he’s stuck.

You managed to do that to him. Disarm him. You are surely the most dangerous opponent he’s had to face.

You’re pulling away, a pout on your lips.

“I knew it, you are mad,” You sigh, “Is there any way you can forgive me? Maybe…”

You don’t finish your sentence, pressing up, messily pressing your warm lips to his. He’s kissed before, he’s not unnerved to the notion of touch, contact.

But he can taste the ambrosia on your tongue. It’s addictive.

“Sorry,” You whisper when you pull away. He doesn’t want you to. “I’m sorry.”

You’re looking at him again, and your eyes are simmering, smoldering with a feeling that looks so dirty. You’re looking at him with absolute adoration and he strangely feels like he’s about to break.

“You forgive me, right?”

He makes his decision when you intertwine your hand in his, leading him to your bedroom. He makes sure you avoid stepping over your husband, guiding you away from the body. You’re giggling in his arms, caressing his hands. His face.

Why would he give a fuck about having someone like you when he could just have you?

When you reach to turn on the bedroom light he’s quick to intervene, pinning you against the bed. Your intoxicated mind is eager to forget, clumsily reciprocating.

He reaffirms his decision when he bites your neck, hearing you moan and writhe beneath him.

He’ll keep you. After all, he’s worked so hard over these years. He deserves an award.

You’ll love him, the same way you loved your husband, the rotting corpse he hopes will burn somewhere far far away from you two.

And if you don’t. That’s okay too. Illumi has more than enough love to go around.

#dark content #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #Dark Illumi Zoldyck #yandere #x reader #stalking #murder #Illumi laments about killing you a lot #he's just shy i swear #hired gun #suicide mention #implied dubcon #delusion #yandere hxh

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 2 months

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Cool questions!

1: when playing, does the duo re-act stuff from movies? Like anakin vs obi wan or when Shrek is escaping from the dragon?

2: what’s one thing that one does shocks the other? Like Chris disliking bananas on pancakes? (Read that from an earlier post of yours)

3: for the superfamily, what’s one story you would write for them?

4: what’s one story you would write for Chris for his own book?

5: same as Jake?

Phew! Took me a good while but I finally was able to get to answering this one @pin-crusher2000 . Thanks for the ask

1) Oh most definitely Chris and Jake would reenact so many Star Wars duels, especially Obi Wan vs Anakin as they can float around which make doing those fancy acrobatics all the easier. Bonus points if they utilize those cardboard tubes and paint them to their lightsaber colors and Jake using his speaker’s speakers to play the music in the background

Otherwise, they certainly would also do the Dragon Escape but most tellingly if Meredith was watching them, reenact kaiju battles

2) Oh, Jake putting Milk Before Cereal which horrifies not just Chris but also Mar’i and Dick

Also, Chris not minding the dumb fun of the Bayformers films as much as Jake does

3) I think I can have Clark, Lois, Kara, Conner, Chris and Jon get blasted across space and time, across multiple time periods, alternate histories or possible futures of Metropolis during a big battle against the Time Trapper. For example, Lois winds up in Metropolis in 1889 during the height of the Gilded Age, her mini adventure being to expose a corrupt all powerful banker while Conner is sent into a Metropolis that’s controlled by Germany in a scenario should they had won the Second World War. The finale for the arc would see the Superman Family reunite at the End of Time itself coming face to face with the Trapper, but it won’t be just the family as many of their new friends they met all across their little adventures assemble to help as well.

4) Less of an entire story and more a one to two issue arc involving Nightwing Phantom taking on a cosmic being in a game of wits and intelligence rather than fisticuffs, all for the sake of saving reality itself. Think this being akin to say A 4th Dimension Imp like Mr Mxyzptlk or more overtly the Celestial Toymaker from Doctor Who. The real meat though is whatever thoughts and emotions are transpiring inside of Chris’ mind space as I place this after he has his reaffirmation from Dad Clark of him belonging to Earth in light of Zod’s invasion. He thinks about this planet he’s trying to truly accept as his home in spite of his origins and how much he must defend it from this entity while also trying to reaffirm himself that he belongs with his real family the Kents despite Zod’s words permeating his thinking space.

5) Here, I take some inspiration from the Batman TAS episode “The Underdwellers” in which like in that episode, Jake would be investigating some recent pickpocketing going on across the Bludhaven streets, all of them being committed by street urchins and runaways, a lot of them around his age range doing such under the tyrannical rule of a supposed caretaker who treats them rather horribly. After running into one of the urchins and rescuing them from an incoming subway train, Jake and the kid become friendly with each other to where the kid can lead our hero to the whereabouts of his comrades. Coming along for the ride is one of Jake’s rouges, long time best frenemy Cody Cunningham aka Lion Master, who also had caught wind of the pickpocketing so he comes along with Skybird in this investigation, forming something of an alliance between them. This proves handy as like the Sewer King in “The Underdwellers”, the villain has vicious sewer gators that serve him which Cody’s lions are able to fend off while Skybird persues and eventually captures the villain. With that, the orphans are finally freed from his reign, taken in by the Services and able to see the light outside once again. Throughout this story, we not only can get glimpses into Jake’s head as this in a way is deja vu with his history of failing to save street orphans from a supervillain once before but also once Lion Master enters the picture, the two can have talks about each other’s deal and how Lion Master in many ways just wants a place to call a home after surviving in the streets for so long and his sympathies for Jake’s situation in light of this case.

As the two were successful working together and Cody realizes he feels much better doing some actual good rather than remaining a small time thief with a gimmick, he finally takes up Jake’s offer to renounce his old life as a rouge, first turning himself in to the authorities and spending some time in Juvie to make up for his robberies (his lions we’re thankfully tamed enough for the authorities to keep in that meantime) then once he gets out of his sentence for good behavior, moves into the Grayson Apartment complex with a place of his own. A new fresh start for him, especially when his new landlord, Dick Grayson, drops by and hearing of his skills as a lion tamer offers him and his feline companions a job at Haly Circus.

#chris kent #jake grayson #starburst duo #clark kent #lois lane #kara zor el #jonathan samuel kent #Cody Cunningham #OC #batman tas #mention #sfw

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maamlet · 3 months

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im like if a girl was a wretched worthless underdweller

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multifandomplushie · 2 years

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Been diving back into BTAS with my little brother to revist the episodes we've already seen and give those we haven't seen a watch. And after "The Underdwellers" we both got a thought that, should there have been Killer Croc and Penguin, they would show the guy who's really in charge of the place. And I immediately remembered this meme. I needed a third one and luckily Ratcatcher happened to have appeared in one of the comics related to this continuity.

#batman the animated series #btas #killer croc #waylon jones #dc penguin #penguin #oswald cobblepot #sewer king #batman the adventures continue #ratcatcher #otis flannegan #meme

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bookofdwellers · 1 year

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so.. long time no see huh? almost two months, but now i'm back and with some improved designs for some of the Underdwellers (darkners) and Overdwellers (lightners) for Book of dwellers (Angeltheder)

Hope ya'll like it!

#deltarune au #deltarune #deltaswap #alternate universe #noelle holiday #noelle #Kris dreemurr #berdly #susie #rouxls kaard #lancer #jevil #king deltarune #spamton g spamton #queen deltarune

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docgold13 · 6 months

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Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

The Sewer King

A man shunned by society and stricken with poverty, the self-proclaimed ‘Sewer King’ decided to live underground. His real name unknown, he was quickly able to adapt to life in the sewer system, creating a home for himself and training a number of alligators who acted as guardians and enforcers.

Not long thereafter, The Sewer King began to kidnap orphans from the surface world, runaways and foster children whom he believed would not be missed. He forced these children to steal for him, to venture up to the surface world, pilfer sundries and valuables and return them to him. Those who failed to comply were threatened with violence and isolation.

Batman soon encountered some of Sewer King's orphans, who had been committing petty crimes. He saved one and learned that the boy belonged to a gang of forgotten runaways who lived deep within the Gotham sewer system. He also learned that the Sewer King forced these children to steal food and supplies for him.

A livid Batman sought out this deplorable cad and made quick work of destroying the villain’s underground kingdom. An orphan himself, Batman struggled in restraining himself combating the Sewer King, almost killing the villain. Yet he resisted and the fink was handed over to the authorities and incarcerated. The Wayne Foundation then helped to find good homes for the various orphans the Sewer King had enslaved.

Actor Michael Pataki provided the voice for the menacing Sewer King with he villain appearing in the twenty-seventh episode of the first season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘The Underdwellers.’

#batman the animated series #Batman #The Sewer King #Michael Pataki #cut-out #paper art #DC Comics

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crystalfic · 1 year

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Historia Heroum

"Professor Geri! I found it! I found it!"

Geri straightened from her inspection of a promising fragment of pottery, and gestured for one of her juniors to take over. Ignoring the protests of her knees, she ambled over to the eagerly waving student archaeologist-wizard. "And what, exactly," she said dryly, "did you find?"

"I found a copy of Khanarsi's Translations of the Underdwellers! And that's just the first book in this chest!"

Geri's knees gave out, and she sat down on a chunk of stone rather harder than she'd wanted to.

Bruises, however, were entirely secondary to the priceless piece of history that had just been restored to them. Translations of the Underdwellers had been lost for nearly a century, ever since the Hero of Everdawn had saved the world from great evil.

Geri's second, a highly reliable person by the name of Alnik, materialised at her side. Alnik was more wizard than archaeologist, but their organisational skills were second to none. "Easy, Kelse," they said gently. "Why don't you tell Geri about your find? I'll help Evin and Tarun to cast Preservation on the chest and everything in it so that we can handle it."

The reiteration of the familiar procedure seemed to help Kelse steady herself. The young woman climbed out of the knee-deep hole and sank somewhat more gracefully onto the slab of rock – likely a foundation stone, given that the fragmented historical records said an inn had once been here – and drew a breath. "Okay. So I was digging down the side of this rock, in case the year had been carved on it – that's common, right?"

"More common in the countries to the north than here, but it's possible it happened down here too. Any luck?"

"Not yet. Anyway, so my shovel scraped something hard, and I figured it was just more wall stone. I'm guessing the inn collapsed into the cellar and buried everything underneath at some point, but anyway, I cleared off the stone and found that it had been protecting a wooden chest underneath. It's resting on stone, too, maybe the cellar was paved in flagstone? And more rocks around it, in a perfect circle. It was definitely shielded before, but it popped open when I removed the top rock."

Geri gave Kelse a long look.

". . . always check for spells before moving something, I know, I did! It just – wasn't there, and then it was, and then it wasn't again!"

Rubbing her eyes, Geri waved for Kelse to continue.

"So I saw this box, and I should have called someone over then, but I wanted to see what was inside first. So I hit it with Renew, and then Unlock before the Renew wore off. And inside was – well, all that."

'All that' was a pile of books of all shapes and sizes, as well as what appeared to be a fragile leather bag full of keys. Half of the keys showed definite signs of old magic, and a few were even still active.

Alnik left the two junior archaeologist-wizards still assiduously casting Preservation on the contents of the box, and returned to Geri with a stack of documents. They passed them over with an expression of near-holy awe, and gestured mutely for Geri to look at them.

"Vakaruk's diary," she whispered. "Even I thought that Vakaruk the Monk was a myth." She paged through the next one. "A primer on the lost written language of the Rhiannese – there are notes in the margins everywhere, this is unbelievably valuable. And this is Hedachar's mercenary contract, signed by Lord Arimbod." Unrolling the tiny scroll, she had to look at it for a few seconds and then went momentarily dizzy in sheer shock. "The password to the Fortress of Moss, and a map with the route there marked on it."

"Professor Geri?" one of Alnik's juniors called apologetically. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I think you need to read this."

Alnik patted Geri on the shoulder, then leaned down to accept the folded piece of parchment that Evin passed up to them. Geri accepted it, and unfolded it with shaking fingers.

"Hey, Beregold," the letter began.

"I can't take this stuff with me to the Citadel, but I can't throw it out. A lot of it I rescued from places it shouldn't have been, and the rest I don't need any more. Can you hold onto this for me until I come back for it? Maybe after this one they'll let me retire like you did, there's a good pub a few towns away that I won off old Heddy. Might be nice, I could have a library for all the books in these boxes and hang my weapons on the walls. I'll sit in the common room and tell stories and maybe one day they'll stop hurting because I'll remember the adventure instead of the blood.

"I have to go, Sylvenne is calling, and you don't argue with Healers.

"Good luck!"

It was signed by the Hero of Everdawn.

There were a lot of things that Geri could have said to that, but one thought dominated over all the rest.

"There are more boxes? Alnik? There are more boxes!"

#my writing #fantasy #historia heroum

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harpieisthecarpie · 1 year

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The Stubborn Loyalty of Wretched Beasts: Prologue

[Prologue for my new Dragon!KDJ/Knight!YJH fic. Updates every week. Idea and art (found in the Ao3 fic) by @fluffy-rulos]

The Stubborn Loyalty of Wretched Beasts on Ao3

One wretched beast alone nests inside Sanctum Library’s ruins, hidden deep within a labyrinth of brambles and briars at the heart of a dead forest. Not a single brave adventurer has entered the library since the beast laid waste to it and corrupted the surrounding land with its putrid soul many years ago, though the rose bushes growing out of wanderers’ remains mark many fools who have tried.

No one’s eyes have even beheld the Sanctum’s remains until this very moment.

All the forest underdwellers strain closely now to hear the thunderous beating of a steady human heart; a siren call to the emaciated beastlings who have been living off each other’s brittle bones and fetid flesh for years. It is a louder sound to them than even the heart of the massive steed below it. The soil likewise thirsts for the human’s spilt blood to rejuvenate itself.

Sapient beings are far more tantalizing than any other meal to magier, because a sapient heart holds stories, feeding the soul as much as the stomach and bringing those that consume it a wealth of power. The refined methods of extracting stories are lost on the creatures surrounding the Sanctum. Their hunger has long since overcome them.

A larger beastling, too ravenous to plot or sneak, leaps from the brambles with jagged claws outstretched.

Shk!

The arc of a black blade, faster than fear, carves through the creature and it collapses to the dirt, where its brethren scuttle over and rend it to pieces.

With a flick of the wrist, blood cascades from the lone knight’s sword, a fleck falling upon his armor. It is almost indistinguishable against the pitch-dark metal of his chest plate, seemingly disappearing as it drips down. The knight glances up and the dead light of evening catches upon his visage, turning his eyes to black opals cracked with golden veins of misery.

Magier have been whispering this knight’s name for three winters now, each hushed syllable drenched in dread.

Yoo Joonghyuk? The beastlings tremble.

Yoo Joonghyuk! The beasts wail.

Yoo Joonghyuk, Yoo Joonghyuk, Yoo Joonghyuk! The forests chant, their soil saturated with blood.

He cares not for the whispers of these monsters. His only companions are his steed and his quest, both having carried him to this point: the Sanctum Library’s doorstep.

Yoo Joonghyuk sheathes his blade and slides down from his steed, heavy footfalls spooking the beastlings into hiding. His gaze roves the towering Sanctum’s walls and the surrounding thicket of white roses as he grabs the chestnut mare’s reins and strides steadily forward. The briars have been dancing away from him, parting like tattered curtains, ever since he first stepped foot on the library’s grounds.

Dark magic, then. Likely a trap, though that matters not. He has a quest he must complete, even if it means walking directly into a monster’s maw.

The briars widen into a space open enough for him to settle his mare, tying her reins around a post the thorns had previously been strangling. Joonghyuk pats Phoenix’s haunch and examines the protective talismans he had woven through her mane. So long as they remain firmly tied, the magier will leave her be.

Joonghyuk checks his gear and grabs extra potions out of the packs Phoenix carries. The prophet spoke only of the sanctuary of a beast beyond comprehension holding the key to entering the Gods’ City alive. The vagaries of the prophet’s speech and mannerisms had always unsettled Joonghyuk, but their information had never been wrong, albeit often purposefully obscure. It seemed as if every bit of guidance they gave was in itself a test.

Are you ready Joonghyuk? They asked between every elusive word. Are you clever? Are you deft? Are you bold?

The end of their first conversation rings clear in his mind.

“Welcome the possibility of death, Yoo Joonghyuk.” The nameless form circled him as wild dogs circle an injured eyas. “But do not hunger for it. This tale deserves a proper end, one a decaying corpse cannot give.”

They faded into the reeds, leaving only a voice on the wind.

“End it.”

So he will.

There are answers to be found in the margins of this story, after all, and he will find them.

The briars fall away from the Sanctum’s doors when Joonghyuk’s boots fall upon the steps, crushing petals beneath his heels.

Breathe in.

The scent of rose-blood and earth.

Hold.

The broken oakwood handles.

Breathe out.

The cloying taste of fear.

Yoo Joonghyuk heaves the doors open against the phantom barrier of age, even as they shriek in protest. Musty, dead air fills his lungs and he prepares for a disturbed beast’s roa—

“Eep!”

The chirp stops Joonghyuk in his place. His eyes try to focus in as something white and fluffy darts close, its distinct lack of malevolent energy the only thing keeping him from slicing through the…

“Ferret?”

A squeak Joonghyuk could swear sounded affronted comes out of the creature.

“You should be saying hyung, Yoo Joonghyuk, though perhaps you’d prefer to call me ‘Kim Dokja’ instead.”

#harp writes #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv fic #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #dokjoong

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ok ill bite, tell me about your ocs!

YES PERFECT... IVE GOT MANY!!!! You can see all of them on my toyhouse!!! A lot of them are WIP until I get their basics down but theres a lot of them that have icons so at least you can see what they look like

I do fandom ocs but since these stretch from fandom to fandom i wont go all over them but my Big OCs I talk about the most are Kelsey (one piece oc) or Prince (osomatsu san oc).... and i love oc/canon pairs sooo much and the biggest reason I make fandom ocs.... But look out for me making a dungeon meshi oc bc its def gonna happen.

as for my other ocs, I've currently have uhhh (checks hand) 8 'verses' I talk about which is basically just different worlds with different settings and stories that I jump around with working on.. EXPIER, Danger, OI!, Kingdom, Rampage, Red Wire Burn (RWB), V•RSE and Virus.....

I'll put descriptions in a read more so i dont spam up the dash <:)

EXPIER - newest verse of mine where all the characters are some sort of glee performer, drag performer so on so forth. all based on a very specific emotion and I'll give them playlists for songs that fit them. these guys help connect my love for music and ocs. Story follows the whole cast.

Danger, OI! - My oldest verse that I havent worked on in years and obvs needs overhauling and planning but its about people called animal whisperers who can command demons and free them from having no self control that cause them to attack civilians. Follows main character, Bibion.

Kingdom - A verse I work on with my bff milo most of the time and a lot of it wouldnt be possible without him. A world divided into multiple kingdoms: Astral, Angel, Dragon, Lava, Shadow, Spirit, Glacier, Flora n Fauna, Underdwelling and Reef.... All separated by lands considered neutral territory that many live outside of influence of the rulers. Story focuses on the aftermath of a long running war against the Shadow Kingdom rebelling against the others, which had left them devastated and leaving the rest to start anew to deal with their scars and rebuilding what was lost.

Rampage - Follows a train hopping, nonbinary shapeshifting duo named Fyle and Garrett!! Very casual loose verse I also havent worked on in a bit. They are thieves and pick up jobs that involve petty thievery in order to make ends meet.

Red Wire Burn - Usually abbreviated to RWB. Focuses on a vampire run bar and the entertainer that performs there and is given room and board, Desta who is an introverted magician; loves people but needs a lot of alone time, especially after his performances

Seasons - A family of huldrekalls living and surviving in a group or separated depending on the season. Huge plant motifs as they are tree creatures. They help local farmers with their fields and other tasks plus protecting them. Focuses heavily on Melian; the middle child of the family who catches the attention of a half giant by the name of Rexus (belongs to @not-amh). Lore related is that their names are chosen by their significant other as they are born n found no need for a name. Formerly simply known as Huldrekall until he meets Rexus and is given his name.

V•RSE - second oldest verse and arguably the more developed with almost all the ocs having their profile finished.... Its my fictional fashion industry, queer led and many of the workers are LGBT.... Creating clothes for all shapes and sizes regardless of gender; only separating the genres of clothing by the style and size rather than gender. Focuses a lot on Kåre who is the newest worker and learning the ropes of working at V•RSE

Virus - My lil scifi horror verse... An exploration team is sent to an inhabited planet as a means to research the lands. Jason, the teams head researcher, wakens a long dead alien virus, becoming infected and killing the rest of the crew and turning them into almost unrecognizable monsters; the only way to tell theyre the original crew is because of distinct physical features. A team is sent to rescue them or to find what happened to them.

#kevin answering asks #i should make a new answer tag so i dont gotta type a long tag #but w/e!!! thanks for asking!!!! I LOVE INFODUMPIN ABT MY OCS

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