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jaemlonfz · 3 months

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dirty looks

yeonjun x fem! reader

tw: idol!yeonjun x makeup artist!reader, sex, yeonjun is horny, reader is a pure mess, behind the scenes sex, public sex put theres no mention is speciffic someone around, s/o is on top but she still a sub, yeonjun is a dom but also so sweet with her, fucking dumb, pure filthy, yeonjun cum inside and theres no mention of protection, let me know if i forgot something

wc: 0,5k

synopsis: your job was just to put makeup on yeonjun, but he looked so pretty that you got a little distracted

author's note: orange hair yeonjun is making me have CRAZY thoughts, english isnt my first language lmk if i wrote something wrong

it was the perfect day to record txt's new mv, the group was well advanced in recording so you were definitely not in a rush to finish the day, so your only duty, which was to do yeonjun's makeup, had all the time needed to be done without any rush and perfect the way it was supposed to look.

until yeonjun came back from a scene with a tent in his pants, and you, as the wonderful makeup artist he had, with half an hour to deliver him back to the set, did what had to be done.

yeonjun was sitting on a random chair with his pants unbuttoned and his underwear down. you had the task of doing his makeup while yeonjun was constantly lifting his hips, moving his dick which was at the exact moment embedded in your pussy. your hands were shaking as you kept a smile on your face and tried to do your job, but yeonjun fucked you so well even while he was sitting there trying to get made up by you.

both cheeks were red, yeonjun had his lips parted breathing heavily while you tried to hold back your screams by biting your lips, until one escaped.

“junnie,, mm-too fast” the sentence came out as if it were the air you breathed heavily, as the redhead continued to destroy you from the inside out.

“i can’t stop” he said kissing your cheek “I need you” he continued teasing you with his words, now holding your waist with his hands that were shaking “will you help me love?” he kissed his way down until he reached your neck “tell me you’ll help me”

“mhmmf, of course junnie… of course i’ll help you” your eyes rolled back into the back of your head as you furrowed your eyebrows as you felt your hole being massacred

the eyeshadow palette you were holding just fell to the floor, it's a good thing you forgot that you had to finish his makeup, otherwise his face would be all dirty

“f-fuck baby, you hold me so tight, you look so beautiful on top of me” he sucked on your neck “explore me, I want, suck me with your tight hole” you were destroyed, yeonjun was destroying you so well.

“ahh, junnie” you mumbled his nickname

“i know love, you’re cumming” he looked up and kissed you so sloppily, your tongues clashing as he pushed you up and down, yeonjun kissed you so well, and fucked you even better.

you felt your body exploding from the inside out, your orgasm arrived and you were dizzy and so breathless.

yeonjun was the master at fucking the soul out of your body, so much so that you don't even feel his dick twitch in you as he approaches, just feeling something warm rising in your most sensitive place.

you twitched completely, legs shaking as yeonjun’s ink painted you completely.

“if you fix my face quickly, I will satisfy you once again” he kissed your mouth open again

#txt #txt smut #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun txt

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Hello, I don't know if you have done this before but think about it, RE8 ladies with a s/o who is a ghost, they used to be human but they died and became one. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm still learning the language. Have a nice day ~

This is cool! (Your english is great by the way!) Let’s get into it!

Note: TW/CW Angst and slight gore (Nothing too graphic)

Alcina:

You lived a beautiful life with Alcina. You had been married to her for more than fifty years.

You always asked if she would help you get the cadou so you could be together forever, but she always said that the risk was too great.

In the end, you were at peace with this decision.

She held your hand as you took your last breaths and wept at you telling her how much you loved her one last time.

Alcina had grieved your loss for months, but one day when she was in her study looking at old photos of the two of you together, she thought she heard your laugh.

She turned around, only to find a ghostly apparition of a younger version of you grinning back at her. This was the Y/N that she originally fell in love with.

She screamed in surprise and put a hand to her mouth in shock. She could not believe what she was seeing.

You told her that you had been watching over her and always would. You held out your hand to her, but when she went to touch it, her hand went right through yours.

You couldn’t manifest for long periods of time, but you visited Alcina whenever you could.

Donna:

You had been living with Donna for a couple of months and you two were madly in love.

You couldn’t bear the thought of ever leaving her alone, so you ventured alone to visit Mother Miranda to see if she would implant you with the cadou.

Miranda was wary at first because you were doing this without Donna’s permission, but she also knew how important this was to you. Eventually she gave in.

The implantation was an absolute disaster. Your body did not bond with the cadou and it ended up killing you with extreme brutality.

Donna wept and fell to her knees when she heard what had happened. She couldn’t lose you.

Later on, Donna begins hearing whispers that sound like you. She walks into the living room one day to find a doll that looks exactly like you!

To her surprise, the little doll walks over to her and speaks with your voice as well!

It seems you were able to place your consciousness into the doll.

Donna is so overjoyed to see you she cries happy tears. You two would now be together forever, albeit in a much different way.

Miranda:

It’s no secret that Miranda has a lot of enemies. She is not scared of threats directed at herself, but when they involve you it chills her to the bone.

One night, a riot broke out in the village and you went out to try and quell the violence. People took notice of your presence and dragged you to the maiden of war statue while you kicked and thrashed.

One villager said: “This is the traitor! They side with Mother Miranda, let’s make them pay!”

The crowd roared as you were murdered in cold blood.

Miranda senses something is not right and flies into the village only to see your lifeless corpse.

She screams in agony and massacres anyone that was involved.

Miranda feels intense guilt that she is the reason you’re dead.

A few days later, you manifest in front of her and tell her that it’s not her fault.

She is speechless. You playfully joke that you’ll keep bugging her until she forgives herself.

Miranda is so grateful to still have you around in some way or another.

Bela:

Bela and you had fallen in love so fast. It’s like you were made for one another.

She couldn’t imagine not having you around and she always worried something might happen to take you away from her.

You had a previous relationship with a woman from the village. It was pretty serious, but not true love like you and Bela shared.

One night, you are asleep in bed while Bela is in the dungeon. Your previous lover sneaks in with a crazed look in her eyes. “Big mistake leaving me, Y/N. We could have been so happy together.”

You startle awake with only enough time to watch her stab you in the abdomen multiple times.

You cough up blood and scream for Bela who immediately swarms to you.

She easily un-arms the deranged woman before snapping her neck, killing her instantly.

Bela returns to your side, but it is too late. You lay motionless on the bed, no longer breathing.

Bela screams at the injustice of it all.

She spends the next few months isolating in her room when she hears your voice softly call her name. She looks up to see you smiling at her and waving.

She is stunned, she runs to hug you, but she passes right through your ethereal form.

You laugh and say you will always be there to talk.

Bela is comforted at having you with her still.

Cassandra:

Cass and you loved to be outdoors and do things together.

One day, she is busy and can’t come with you so you decide to go on a solo hike through the forest.

As you are coming back, you have the strangest feeling that you are being followed.

You turn around only to find a lycan charging towards you.

It starts slashing away at your body with its gnarled claws and you feel yourself losing strength.

You fall to the ground in a pool of your own blood and start to slip away.

By the time Cass finds you, you lay dead on the ground, mangled.

She can’t believe her eyes. She runs to you and frantically tries to get you to wake up, but it is far too late.

Cass then does something she hasn’t done in a long time. She cries. She cries over the fact that she could have effortlessly taken down the lycan herself if she was there. She feels sorrow and guilt for the terror you must have felt out there all alone.

As she cries, she hears your voice and looks down at your body, hopeful that you may have revived somehow.

As she sees no movement, she looks behind her to see your ghostly form.

“All these tears for me?” You smile sadly.

Cass is sure she is hallucinating.

You tell her how much you love her and that you will try to visit her as much as you can. This arrangement makes Cass feel a bit better.

Daniela:

You lived a long and healthy life with Dani. You two were so in love.

Sadly, you were getting older and had developed a few health conditions that would soon take you away from your beloved Dani.

She begged Mother Miranda to use the cadou on you, but you had refused, saying that you were at peace and that this was just the way things were.

Mother Miranda agreed with your decision, saying it probably would not work on your ailing body anyway.

Dani sat by your side and held your hand as she watched the life dull in your eyes.

She was all alone now. You were her constant company and now she didn’t know what she was going to do.

She knew this would happen one day, but it didn’t make it any easier.

As Dani is going through your possessions one day, she hears a chuckle that sounds like you.

“Stealing my stuff now, babe?” You grin at her.

Dani immediately runs to hug you, but you are merely an apparition.

Dani tears up when she sees the youthful version of yourself she hasn’t witnessed in over 50 years.

You tell Dani that if she ever needs to talk you will try and visit her.

Dani is somewhat okay with this arrangement, but you can never stay long enough on your visits to truly satisfy her need to be around you.

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imsailorpluto · 1 year

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True Beauty: Kang Sujin character reconstruction

They did out bestie so dirty in this drama, it's time to clean up writer's mess. I don't think Sujin ever deserved such overkill. Turning her into a villain way after the opportunity window closed was so pathetic. Massacring this heroine in such a cliché way calls for serious damage repair, so let's goooo.

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer and this is my first fic ever. English is not my first language, sorry for eventual mistakes. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.♡ the story sounds better in my head but what can we do Thanks @youlookprettywithoutmakeup for sending in a request for Seojun x Sujin content. Also a big thank you to the gifmakers who blessed us all with this inspirational seojun x sujin perfection!

TW: angst, losing friends, mentions of bullying, verbal violence and family abuse

Seojun x Sujin angst

After Sujin moved to the States, the real truth behind that bullying video came out. It was never Sujin's doing, but she left all her friends believe what they wanted. Her life was pretty much crumbling down from the abuse back home and her parents' divorce lawsuit. It felt like the whole world turned its back on her. The final blow was when Seojun accused her of posting that bullying video of Jukyung. Then Jukyung facing her about it, too. Being the only one who's always had her friends' backs, she was hurting more than ever.

- Fine, Seojun, let it be me. Does it even matter? I'm the bad guy. Nobody trusts me. Not even you. I could bend over backwards defending myself for something I never did and it won't change a single thing.

- Something you never did? Get over yourself, Sujin. I know how you feel about Suho.

- Wait, do you seriously think I'd do something as disgusting as that because of a guy?

Seojun smirked hearing those words, shaking his head in disbelief.

- And since when do you think I have feelings for Suho??? Don't you know me?

- Obviously I don't.

They stood there, staring at each other in silence. Sujin's heart was breaking into a million pieces, but she wasn't showing any emotion. Seojun was cruel, even if he didn't mean to be this way. His constant hot and cold behavior towards Sujin confused her, but after he started showing interest in Jukyung, she gave up on him.

-Sujin, I went to Yongpa High, none of those girls knew a thing about the video.

- Wow, congrats! You must be proud of yourself. Trusting Jukyung's bullies... Seriously?! Like you don't know their queen bully is into you.

- Just like you're into Suho. I saw you two hugging.

- You saw that?!

- Yes! I did!

- Then you saw me crying like an idiot too. Great.

- Wait... What?

- I quit the music academy, okay?

- Are you crazy? Why would you do that?

Seojun stood there, his eyes wide in confusion. He couldn't believe his ears. How could she not tell him any of this sooner? After all they've been through. After all those moments she helped him get over their friend's death. Weren't they close enough now, why wouldn't she confide in him?

- You don't know everything, so don't act so smart. Besides, Suho isn't even my type, you pabo. He just saw me crying at the staircase.

- Then explain one thing.

All she could think about was how did she end up in this mess. Now all of a sudden he wants to talk to her? And he's acting all innocent about it.

- I have nothing to say to you, Seojun. Even your lousy accusations can't touch me. If anyone ever did anything bad then it's you chasing a taken girl.

- I wasn-

- Let me know when you stop projecting your problems on others.

- No, you got it all wrong, I don't have feelings for Ju-

- Stop it. I'm tired of this. I don't even care anymore.

He looked at her in silence, heart hurting as well. He couldn't admit his feelings to her like this, not now. He knew he did so many stupid things to catch her attention, but he didn't think it would backfire like this. He also knew something wrong was going on, but her stare was hurting him. He couldn't read her face at all. She looked cold. Serious. He felt like her eyes were literally piercing him.

- I did it. Okay, Seojun? I did all of it. Go spread the word. Oh wait, you did that already.

Frustrated and disappointed, she confirmed the rumors. She didn't want to fight back anymore. It was the first time in her life she considered giving up for a change. Like it mattered, she'd be moving to the States soon. She has already lost everything and everybody she hold dear. This was the last time two of them talked before she left Seoul.

She never told Seojun about her father beating her, she was ashamed of that. She also never told him her father was against her attending the music academy, she was scared that if she ever started talking about it she'd end up telling him everything. Suho was the only one who knew about her family situation, but only because he saw her bruises one time and asked her about it. He promised to keep her secret and she never confined in him again after that. All three of them have been friends since early childhood and she didn't want to do something that might push either of them away.

Sujin was always an artistic soul. She was great at pretty much everything once she set her mind to it. Her singing skills were always advanced, even before she started classes at the music academy. She outperformed almost all of her seniors. No matter the talent, she had to quit singing. Father's orders.

"Singing won't get you to medical school, you're only worth as much as your grades, don't show up home until you come to your senses and quit that idiotic nonsense of yours."

So she quit at the time only to save herself from unnecessary pain. She was done with covering her face full of makeup for school and popping painkillers like candy. It was much easier to quit, at least until her mom got them both out of that mess finally.

Her mom managed to get a divorce eventually. She swore she'd take care of her daughter properly this time, so winning the lawsuit against Sujin's father played a crucial role this time. And she won, which left her with their huge family mansion worth billions of dollars. Sujin's father got a restraining order from court, and after the lawsuit they never heard from him again. Her mom sold everything and they both moved to the States, where Sujin enrolled in music academy once more. Their life was pretty much comfortable, but they've always stayed humble.

Sujin knew she had to go back to visit her friends at Seoul at some point, especially since she was getting so many texts and calls from her two ex besties ever since she left. News on what actually happened and who was behind the video incident spread like fire and cleared all guilt off Sujin. Yet she couldn't get over the fact that all of her friends judged her so quickly. Sooah disappointed her a lot, she never backed her up, not even once. While Jukyung surprised her more than anyone. She was the only one who never believed Sujin did anything wrong, not even when Sujin directly told her it is her doing.

Even though she wanted to spend hours on the phone with Jukyung, and let her know about everything what happened, cutting everyone off seemed rational for the time being. Everything was still too painful for her and she needed more time to heal from the chaos. Falling into unhealthy patterns was no longer an option. Sujin's habits have changed drastically ever since she moved to the States. Volunteering as a math tutor and martial arts teacher was all she did when she wasn't studying. Her taekwondo classes took place in the early mornings, and math classes in the evenings. Slowly, it got her thoughts back in order.

It wasn't until Seojun texted her a whole month after moving that she felt that pit in her stomach again.

Seojun: I'm sorryx Sujong I shoudlvew known

- What's with this pabo? Ah, he's drunk again.

Sujin: Hey Seojun, I hope you're good. I know you've sent me that txt accidentally. Stay well and take care. Don't drink and ride that Ninja of yours, ok?

A few days passed until he finally responded back.

Seojun: Where r u, I need 2cu. Sujin: I'm out of the country, actually. Let's catch up over a video call one of these days, ok? Seojun: Naah, txt me whn u get back :P

She wanted nothing more than to talk to him, to hear his voice. She needed him to be there for her, just like she used to be there for him long ago. If going back there was ever an option, she needed to get better fist, on her own. Thoughts of being back in the city where it all went downhill made her extremely uncomfortable. Besides, her feelings for Seojun confused her, it was too much all at once. This time, she decided to let him go for good. Maybe next time their paths cross, things turn out different.

#true beauty #kdrama #seojun x sujin #true beauty seojun #han seojun #kang sujin #jujin #kdrama fanfic #true beauty x reader #true beauty fanfic #true beauty imagine #hanseojunxkangsujin #true beauty angst #omo i don't know tagging this thing like is this enough? xD #imsailorpluto

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your-fave-adopted-you · 1 year

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Hello! I would like to make a request with a reader who seems restrained, but at some point, furiously shouting, defends the guardians in front of students who do not respect them and allow themselves to make offensive jokes about them✨

I hope I wrote everything correctly. I apologize in advance, English is not my native language, and I do not write it very well😅

– anon 🦐

English is not my native language either dw!!

Guardian! School staff + Reader who furiously defends them

Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein, (tbh i don't think something like that could happen with Ashton )

TW : none

Gn pronouns were used.

Context : y/n is such a good kid, so calm and collected! that's why the moment they start defending their guardian shouting and cursing like a sailor is such a big shock for anyone present!

Dire Crowley

Crowley may be delusional but he's not stupid.

he's basically a running joke on campus.

The jumpscares, his dramatic and erratic behavior, his seemingly incompetence at his own work...

Look, it's no surprise that most students aren't very fond of Crowley

Even when he's your guardian you still find yourself roasting him any time he makes you mad,

which is almost daily.

until now no jokes of theirs would be said to his face, but seeing how you scolded him from time to time with no fear of consecuences made them bold.

This one time it was your own friends. after the most recent overblot, seeing how Crowley wouldn't move a finger, they Snapped.

they started complaining about how irresponsible he was.

with no response from your guardian's part, they only got angrier

and what begun as very reasonable complaints evolved into straight up bullyng, unrelated to what had happened.

that's it, you snapped back.

yeah, it's true, Crowley is very irresponsible.

and egocentric

and straight up weird.

BUT, they were here to discuss a real, serious problem, not to shout their "honest opinions" at his face

if words could kill that would've been a massacre.

neither your friends nor Crowley were expecting that much... energy.

bonus if you occasionally slip into your native language, (if English is your second.)

You were so scary. And no one would have ever expected that.

Riddle's temper, Jade's intentions and Vil's wording. All in one.

after you're done all your friends go away still processing what just happened.

Crowley however...

"You know, y/n, I'm more than used to comments like those, i could've handle them with no problem."

and then he pulls you onto a hug, a tight, suffocating hug.

"MY WONDERFUL, PRECIOUS Y/N I DEFINITELY DESERVE YOU!!!! YOU'RE SO BOLD AND PROTECTIVE!!! YOU'RE MAKING YOUR PAPA CRY!!!!!!" he was not. But he still made weeping sounds. you brought this upon yourself.

the next day everyone apologizes to you first, and then to Crowley.

Divus Crewel

It was obviously a first year boy.

Because no one who has been around campus for long enough would make a fool of themselves like that.

this boy had very close minded views and too much ego.

his case is similar to Epel's when he first got to Night Raven, or at least that's what everyone assumes.

at lunch break, amused, your guardian told you about a first year boy, who was pissed about failing his last project even when he allegedly "didn't even have to put any effort because he was a natural"

you snorted with laughter at this.

So apparently the boy began shouting obscenities, most of them, Crewel tells you, were directed at him. in fact, the kid would not stop referring to your guardian as unmanly for his looks, and more derogatory things correlated.

you got a little upset at that but it was just a one-time thing, so you brushed it off

back in the hallway, both on your way to alchemy class, you bumped into this kid-

oh, the kid.

he started insulting the teacher out of nowhere, while everyone in the hallway watched Crewel silently listen, knowing full well about the absolute BOMB that was about to be dropped on the angry, unsuspecting little brat.

but to everybody's surprise, the bomb wasn't delivered by him but by his quiet, well behaved kid.

You PUSHED that kid. you INSULTED his hair, his SHOES, his GRADES and you even brought HIS MAMA to the roast.

from all that burn that kid was ON FLAMES.

In fact, Crewel had to stop you because the kid started crying and was ready to throw hands.

everyone was sent to class, the kid was sent to the principal's office (where Crowley would most likely just send him to work at the Mostro Lounge for a moth) and as for you-

As a teacher, Crewel scolded you for behaving like that, he had no idea that you had such poison resting on your tongue, good lord.

But as a dad... he was very proud of you for that. "Just don't do the pushing thing again, pup, come on, let's go to class."

Mozus Trein

Again, this kid must be new

because everyone either respects, fears, or is somewhat fond of their oldest teacher.

c'mon this man is a literal grandpa

it was after giving away the last test's callifications.

this dude had a round, fat 0.

"But Mr.Trein! have you even looked twice at my test? all the answers are right!"

"Yes, and they are also carbon copies of your seat partner, now, i know who between the two of you actually studies."

the boy was PISSED and didn't waste any time before shouting age-related insults, telling your guardian that he was so old he must have dementia, how it's not big of an issue since he will retire, or even better, die! before he finishes school.

Trein just patiently waits, sitting and petting his cat, for the kid to finish his embarrassing monologue so he can send him to the principal's office and continue with the correction of the test.

But even before he finishes you're standing up before your seat, behind that idiot.

he turns to face you.

"First of all, HOW CAN YOU SIT STILL HAVING ALL THAT ITCHING SHIT RUBBING AGAINST YOUR ASS IN THAT DIAPER?"

for a solid ten seconds there's only silence, your guardian's eyes open wide in shock.

It quickly became a heated roasting session between that kid and you,

before Trein got you two out of class.

you would wait there until the next bell, when he finally showed up.

"i did expect such embarrassing behavior of you," he told the other kid. "But y/n, right now I'm at a loss for words."

despite being at a loss for words, Mr.Trein proceeded to scold you for the next 45 minutes,

about EVERY SINGLE TIME you had crossed a line. and you ha crossed SO MANY.

Again, the other asshole was sent to work for a week at the Mostro Lounge, and you would have been too, if it wasn't for your guardian appreciating the gesture of stepping out for him.

#twst x mc #twst x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Yan Mad Dogs with fast speaker foreign reader.

Not only they speak fats that it's hard to understand what they're saying, but they're also foreign and because of that it's even harder to understand them (the accent-)

(My friends said that sometimes they pretend they understand me when irl they're just viking to my accent lmaoooo) (Idk why I speak fast, I just do) (My whole family does this-) (hopefully there are more readers like me)

I get this completely- even though I’m better at English than my native language, if I speak fast my English gets sloppy (bcs idk I will always struggle pronouncing things in English) so people ask me to repeat shit-

Tw: mention of anxiety

Rather Eat Beeswax:

I think for the most part he just asks you to repeat it, especially since he seems the dude to space out sometimes. If he’s feeling anxious in any way or form he’ll probably tell you to shush and holds you really fucking tightly.

Llama with Zaza:

He’ll do the “charming prince” act and like shush you then tell you to calm down. Then will he only listen, and you know he’s speaking in the tone. And like I feel he usually understands since he gives “can understand all accents”.

Delighted Cheese and Jam:

He literally gives deaf- like partial deaf (me fr-). Well either way, I think he would have either a transcriptor AI or literally just tell you to speak slowly. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tries to teach your English better. Istg you’re going to die of constantly having to repeat words until you get it close or even perfect.

Massacre of Bananas:

He literally will force himself to either pick up your accent and understand it, or straight up learn the language you’re most fluent in. He would think it makes him closer to you. He’ll definitely try to speak to you in it, praising you constantly.

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #Tmnt 2018 #blurbs

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jayjaymorgan · 5 months

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RexWalker Week - Day 5, Armor

Author’s Note : Speedrunning my last entries! Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

Taglist : @rexwalker-week

TW : mention of death and dead bodies, implied major character's death (PRESUMED K.I.A.), heavy survivor's guilt, angst, no comfort, open ending

The air was thick and heavy, carrying the stench of smoke, misery and death. The shriveled grass crunched under the numerous pairs of shoes as the soldiers continued their search for survivors. They turned the bodies over, taking off the helmets and doing their best to keep their resolve as they had to identify their brothers and sisters. They would reach down and gently slid their unseeing eyes shut, while choking back tears, whispering apologies and goodbyes, before moving on. Anakin watched as his men combed through the battlefield, with a gnawing feeling of guilt and helplessness eating him up from the inside. He could hear them through the thin material of the tent he was sitting in, as they cursed and cried, kicking the fallen clankers aside and wishing them to rot in droid hell. The Jedi was silent, not saying anything as Kix addressed his wounds, cleaning and stitching them up the best he could with his shaking hands. He didn’t even flinch as the medic’s hand slipped and ripped one of the stitches out. “Haar’chak.” the clone cursed under his breath, setting his tools aside with a clank. He tore off his gloves and threw them away, before turning to face his general. “Sir, I...” “Go.” the Jedi didn’t even wait for him to finish. “I’ll be okay.” The clone hesitated for a second or two, before nodding his head and walking out of the small medical tent, leaving Anakin alone. The man sat in silence for what felt like eternity, staring off into space, his mind swirling as the scenes of the battle played on loop in his head. Their screams and cries of fear and pain, ringing in his ears.

He clenched his fists, the anger bubbling up inside him. He wanted to scream, to yell at the universe for the cruelty it had shown them all.

But that wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t bring back the lives that had been lost.

He lead his men into battle, no, a massacre, and now...

It was all his fault.

They were dead because of him.

Rex was dead because of him.

With tears in his eyes, he glanced over his shoulder, at the shattered and singed remains of what used to be a helmet. The piece of armor stood on the opposite side of the small room, on a table. Once white and blue, now mainly brown and red from the dried blood and dirt. Pieces of it were missing, most likely broken off during the explosion. Covered in dents and scratches, slumped pathetically on the counter. From beneath the thick layer of dust that coated the helmet, Anakin could see, no, feel, the jaig eyes looking at him. Staring, judging, mocking. He stood up, his wound screaming in protest as he stumbled, before regaining his balance. What looked to be just a few feet felt like miles upon miles, as he approached the small table. He took the helmet in his trembling hands, so gently as it were made of shattered glass and razors, threatening to cut him. He could see his reflection in the cracked visor ; his eyes weary and tired, hair disheveled, face covered in cuts and bruises. His grip tightened on the destroyed helmet, his knuckles turning white. He clenched his teeth, his vision blurry as tears streamed down his face and onto the piece of armor he held in his arms, the droplets painting small rivers in the dust and grime.

It was all his fault. He could see Rex’s face, staring back at him, through the visor.

It was all his fault. He could hear the distant echo of his voice, of his laughter that would put even the most beautiful angels to shame.

It was all his fault.

Rex.

His Rex.

Was dead.

And it was all his fault.

#rexwalker #the clone wars #my writing #rexwalkerweek23

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weheirsofdurin · 3 months

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😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

There are two, simply because I ahve a really angsty one I wrote before I actually cared about Fili and Kili; and one I wrote while feeling very depressed myself.

It's so hard to chose what section to put here. The title of the Fic 1 is Never Kili Without Fili Nor Fili Without Kili by Verbophobic

Fandoms:The Hobbit - All Media Types

Explicit

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

No category

Complete Work

08 Feb 2018

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Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Thorin Oakenshield

Kíli (Tolkien)

Fíli (Tolkien)

Beorn (Tolkien)

Depression

References to Depression

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Summary

Fili isn't the same after surviving Azog's attack at the battle of five armies. He think's he's putting on a good front so no one knows; but everyone is letting him /think/ he's hiding well when he's not. He wont talk to anyone and has gotten to the point where intervention might be necessary. But then a single Meow draws him back to the world and he's fighting for her. Because if he doesn't take care of her, who will?

Big TW: For depression following

The door closed securely and he let the cat go before moving on his way to the baths. He stripped and ginaced at the stench he could nearly taste from his clothes and was glad he had been motivated to come clean. Sitting in the tub filled with steaming water he relaxed for just a few moments before he pulled his legs up and with his elbows on his knees made an ‘ugly’ face as a sob racked through him. “How- how did I fall this much? When did it get so bad?” He whispered to himself as he fought against the urge to wail like a child, he just wanted it all to stop. For the world to take a deep breath and let him relax for a single day. As he sat there he daren’t close his eyes least the nightmare that haunted his dreams plague the darkness beneath his lids. He worked and worked and worked, his excuse was that it was to please Thorin and prove he would be a great heir when the time came; but Fili could not lie to himself. He was letting himself go, the depression and fear that kept him awake at night was beginning to affect him during the days now. He found himself forgetting to eat, hiding away and burying himself under work that he pretended needed to be done when it was little more than an offhanded suggestion from his uncle, by Mahal’s beard he was not even feeling motivated enough to clean himself half the time! He lied to everyone telling them he was fine, that Azog skewering him like he was a pig to be put upon a spit was nothing more than another victorious battle to boast about. But in reality every time he slept he relived the moment over and over; the feeling of the blade slicing through him as well as a dagger used on heated butter, the light airy feeling of being tossed over the edge hard impact of the ground breaking bone after bone and causing such agony he could barely grunt to his brother. He knew Kili still had nightmares of seeing his big brother in that condition- hitting the ground- and often was seen staring at Fili just to make sure Fili was still there. Fingers dug into his scalp and he gasped as he struggled to keep himself from screaming while at the same time depriving himself of the necessary air to breathe. He couldn’t breathe- Mahal! He was suffocating! Had someone blocked off all airways to the room?! Was he trapped in here to die with nothing in his lungs but screams and sobs he would not allow himself? His face was soaked with the tears and he was growing paler and paler as he struggled and fought to gasp.

#bibi writes #sad #depression #character death #fili #kili #old work of mine

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snekjm · 28 days

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BOOK REVIEW - The Last Sun

Title: The Last Sun (The Tarot Sequence #1)

Author: K. D. Edwards.

Publication date: 2018

Original language: English

TW: Sexual assault (It's not explicitly described, but it's a major element and is brought up and discussed throughout the book several times)

Rune Saint John, last child of the fallen Sun Court, is hired to search for Lady Judgment's missing son, Addam, on New Atlantis, the island city where the Atlanteans moved after ordinary humans destroyed their original home. With his companion and bodyguard, Brand, he questions Addam's relatives and business contacts through the highest ranks of the nobles of New Atlantis. But as they investigate, they uncover more than a missing man: a legendary creature connected to the secret of the massacre of Rune's Court. In looking for Addam, can Rune find the truth behind his family's death and the torments of his past?

Link to my review.

#dany reads #the tarot sequence

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Shattered Memories - Ch. 4

Chapter summary: Atxo is angry 'cause of guarding Nuyia and Miles and trying to humiliate him in many ways. Quaritch shits on him until he becomes really angry.

Pairing: Na'vi Quaritch x Na'vi Fem OC

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Chapter 3. |

Keltsun - Impossible

Ngenga nìteng - You too

Atokirina - woodsprite; a seed of Tree of Souls

TW: blood, cursing

@missroro @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

A/n: This story takes place after the ATWOW so it contains spoilers. I don't have any beta for that fic so I'm sorry if you find mistakes. English is not my native language (I wish).

Two weeks later

"Nuyia took well after you." Unipey said, checking Quaritch's wound on his chest. Miles sat on the mat, looking at his body. He felt better - thanks to the great medical treatment.

"You think so?" He asked, touching his loincloth. He was still uncomfortable with that - he wanted back his camo pants. But if he wanted to regain Spider from Sully's and kill Jake he had to wear that shitty Na'vi clothes.

"I know it. Nuyia was my student. Once. Before her betrayal."

"García used her. How old was she? Nuyia is quite young."

"She was 17. That massacre was three years ago so... She is 20 now... Old enough to be mated and have a family. But why do you care? You're a demon." Unipey put ointment on the wound.

"I don't care. I'm only curious why you exiled her. I'm sure she wasn't single who talked with García. García was a scientist and doc, right? You are a healer too. So you talked with him. And many people except you and Nuyia." Miles gazed at Nuyia who has talked with Atxo and his stupid band. He noticed that she tried to make a contact with former friends, but Atxo was completely uninterested in chatting with her. He was disappointed 'cause of her previous behavior.

"What do you mean?" Unipey asked Miles looking at Nuyia too.

Miles giggled.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked again.

"You all are such a bunch of hypocrites. You talked with García many times, Sänume, and probably the whole clan talked with him. And you exiled only Nuyia. That's called 'hypocrisy'. You found a goat in her. You should have been exiled too, Unipey. The whole clan is guilty. You only wanted to pass the buck clan's sins and guilty to Nuyia."

Unipey hissed at Miles.

"You know nothing. You don't know our rules and law. You're just only a dreamwalker!" Unipey stood up and walked away.

"I'm just honest!" He looked at Nuyia again, noticing that something has happened. That dipshit Atxo was bullying Nuyia. He grabbed her arm and laughed at her. His teammates were making fun too. What a fuckin' idiot... Miles stood up and walked toward Atxo. The Na'vi was shorter than him by only a couple of centimeters but has ass-lickers. Miles clenched his jaw. "Hey, Atxo!"

Atxo turned and smiled.

"What you want?"

"To be honest? Nothing but... Ya know. I want to train with you. I know, you're one of the greatest young warriors of the clan and Beyda'amo's son. And you know that I wanna be one of you, Na'vi.

Atxo rolled his eyes.

"I'm not going to teach you, demon."

"Okay then... I'll teach you something." Miles smirked and Nuyia knew that something worse will happened.

"What you could teach me?" Atxo laughed. "You are literally nothing. Stupid as a rock. I saw you. You don't understand anything. You don't even try. Nuyia is teaching you how to move in the forest. How to make a bow and arrows. How to hunt and how to ride pa'li. And you don't understand."

Miled nodded, still smirking.

"Maybe you're right, but ya know? I'm not the kind an asshole that is bullying women." Quaritch opened his eyes and suddenly punched Atxo certainly in his nose. The blood has shown up. Nuyia screamed.

"You're a son of a bitch!" Atxo hawked the blood from his mouth and mopped his lips, smirking at Quaritch.

"That's me, fuckface! Fuck off of her. Leave Nuyia alone. I won't repeat myself."

"Miles... Stop. You too, Atxo. You both behave like kids. You're grown men, ma Eywa!" Nuyia hissed, and her tail moved from left to right.

"I know what I saw. She tries to make a bond with you! The new bond and get her home, friends, and family back." Miles crossed his muscular arms, looking at Nuyia. "I know you missed them."

"I missed but you haven't to defend me. I'll deal with it by myself. I don't need your help."

Quaritch rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure."

Atxo looked at Nuyia, starting to laugh again.

"You know what, Nuyia? You can try to become Tipani again. I know that is your main target. But... You won't. Never. Do you really think you will get that all back? You are naive. You are only a murderer. And for me, you are not only a murderer, Nuyia. You are just scum. You are nothing. I disdain you. So stop trying and just kill yourself. Do the same thing as your mother. You will never be my friend. You had a chance."

Miles clenched his jaw and fists. What a fuckin' little bastard. I know I'm not a good man but I'd never said that kind of words. Especially to women. He saw that Nuyia froze with tears in her golden eyes. She sighed and turned back.

"You finished?" He asked calmly. Miles didn't get an answer so he repeated. "I asked you. Did you finish?"

"Why are you meddling in that, demon? It's not your business."

"It's my business because I'm a witness. You called Nuyia 'scum' but the true scumbag is only you." He came up to Atxo, smiling at him. "You're pissed off 'cause she turned you down three years ago and you feel like a loser. I don't defend García but you didn't get over that you lose with a demon." Miles knew that he provoked Atxo; he saw anger in his eyes. Pure rage.

Atxo took his blades in no time and throw one of them to Miles. The blade rained on the ground.

"Fight with me, you fucking demon! To death! I promise I will kill you."

"You wish but I don't wanna fight with a man who can't control himself. So fuck off." Miles was completely calm. That whole situation, Atxo's fury amused him. Nuyia who was sitting on the tree trunk stood up and came up to Miles. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to defend me, Miles. I said that to you but if someone throws you down the gauntlet in Tipani... you have to fight. To death. Only one can survive. Take the blade."

"Any rules?"

"None. Just fight." Nuyia recoiled, biting her bottom lip. She was worried about Miles even if she didn't say that. Until recently he was weak due to his wounds, furthermore, Atxo was an excellent warrior - he was Beyda'amo's son - the best warrior in the clan. And now he was definitely a better warrior than three years ago. Miles was more muscular and taller but no one know his combat skills.

"So... Let's dance, you little shit." Miles spun the blade around. Other Na'vi came. They were curious about the duel especially the duel between one of the best warriors and dreamwalker who knows nothing.

"You will be dead!" Atxo barked then attacked Quaritch. Miles defended himself, dodging and giving Atxo a kick. Atxo blocked that kick, trying to split Miles's stomach but he only nicked. "First blood!"

Nuyia was unwell seeing that stupid fight. One of the fighters was her former friend and promised mate, and the second one guarded her against Atxo's bullying. And he wasn't even her friend.

The tall blue men were fighting and the level was a playing field. She didn't want to see that all so she closed her eyes and covered her ears. That's such a mess. Why all men are so stupid? Ma Eywa, please. Stop that madness...

She heard duel sounds and yelps from both men. The fight dragged out. She didn't know how long it has taken. Ten minutes, maybe more. And still nothing. Suddenly someone screamed so Nuyia opened her eyes and saw atokirina on Miles's forehead and heart. Not Atxo’s. She stood up and came to the both of men. Atxo looked confused and surprised and Miles lay on the ground with Atxo's blade on his neck completely flurried. They stopped fighting.

"Keltsun..." Nuyia whispered. Her former friend and Quaritch looked at her.

"Ngenga nìteng?!" She raised her head and saw the third atokirina above.

They were blessed by Eywa.

"What were that things?" Miles asked, resting against the tree. Nuyia was preparing dinner for them, chopping fruits and bulbs. "You know what."

"Atokirina. Seeds of Tree of Souls."

"Seeds. I got it but... why everyone was so shocked? That were just seeds!"

"Not 'just seeds', Miles. Atokirina is the purest thing in this world and that was a special sign." She looked at him, seeing many scratches on his face, chest, and limbs. He's become more and more muscular due to training and a healthy diet. Miles brushed his lip from the drop of blood and smiled.

"What sign?" He sat next to her and took a green bulb, digging it. Nuyia was absent and didn't pay attention to what she wanted to chop.

"I don't understand that. I don't understand you, Miles. You're a demon, a dreamwalker. You're supposed to be evil but... I don't know. You saved my life a couple of times, and now you defend me from Atxo's teasing. And that sign from Eywa... I heard only once about that kind of sign. It happened sixteen years ago in the Omaticaya clan. The olo'eyktan, clan leader, was Toruk Makto, Rider of the Last Shadow. His name is Jake Sully. He was blessed by Eywa. And now... Eywa blessed us."

She didn't notice that Miles clenched his jaw and fists, hearing Sully's name.

"I don't understand that decision. That bless. I'm an outcast, you are a demon. Great Mother Eywa never bless that kind of people like us. Never."

"Maybe... Maybe we have a mission? Or we're just special."

He didn't live to see an answer.

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfic #avatar miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #recom quaritch #fem na'vi #na'vi quaritch x na'vi oc #oc na'vi #na’vi quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #quaritch x oc

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Chapter 2 is here!

Title: Dark clouds

Characters for chapter 2: Sun, Moon, Eclipse (only voice in red colour) (Lunar only mentioned)

Rating: M (heavy topics and very mild language)

TW for chapter 2: gore, self-harm, intrusive thoughts, slight depiction of violence, self-depreciation, blood self-hatred, self-disgust (I hope I didn't overlooked anything)

Feel free to point any language mistakes or lack of sense in sentences (cause English isn't my native language. I only wrote it in English because I wanted to share this with as many fans I could). Positive criticism is welcomed. Please don't be rude. And don't come at me for how I depicted characters because this is my interpratation of them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

DARK CLOUDS

Chapter 2 - Is it really just a nightmare?

Sun woke up with strange feeling. He took look around his room. He was sitting on his bed. He didn't remember what he dreamt about but he had a strange feeling which he couldn't shake off. Something was not right. He looked on a time on his left arm. It was exactly the time to start a work at a Daycare. And it definitely wasn't a time to think about any strange feelings or anything like that.

Sun was preparing for work when he finally realise what this strange feeling was. He didn't hear any voice in his head. And to be more specific he didn't hear Moon's voice. He felt a pang in his heart. Only few moments later he remembered that they got separated. Or rather it was Moon who did that. Another pang in a heart. Moon doesn't want you anymore. He doesn't need you. Sun shrinked at this strange thought. What was that? He thought to himself. He didn't recognized this voice. Nevermind. I need to get to work. Stop thinking about things that doesn't matter.

The day was going somewhat okay for now. Moon couldn't help with the Daycare though because he must to adjust to his new body. But it was okay for Sun because he's worked alone before so it wasn't like he couldn't handle a couple of days without help. He still felt that strange feeling from morning but he tried not to think about it. Everything is fine. He tried to reassure himself. But the strange feeling was only strengthening with passing time.

When naptime came one of the kids couldn't sleep but that wasn't a problem in itself. The real problem was a fact that said kid didn't want to calm down and was annoyingly loud. Sun normally could handle this type of situations like a professional (which he was, yeah say that to yourself, ? nevermind) but this day wasn't that good for him from the start. Sun felt like builded up anxiety started to get a toll on him and he started getting more frustrated with every minute. But at the same time he felt very off. Something wasn't right. Moon handled this things somehow... It's a shame that there is no Moon anymore. And yet again this strange voice. He started getting closer to the bratty kid. Sun grabbed him to get him to a corner so they could talk things out and wouldn't wake other kids up. But when he was about to drag the kid out he suddenly lost track of what was going on. And when he regained consciousness he saw something which he won't ever forget.

The Daycare looked like after some massacre. Every kid looked like they got mauled by some beast. Sun couldn't think at all. His mind was blank. He didn't even realise that he sinked heavily on the rubber floor and that he grabbed his own head so hard he could pull it off anytime now. Then all of a sudden his mind was flooded with sudden thoughts. How could that happen?! How is it possible?! Moon isn't in my head anymore! There is no Moon with kill code anymore! So how?! How... ?! And then the sudden realisation hit him as if someone throw a ton of bricks at him. If it wasn't Moon... If it wasn't Moon with kill code... Then... Then that... That means... Means... It... It was... Y M O E U ! !

He felt like his whole life left his body at that moment. He went limp and his hands hit rubber floor lifelessly. Only then Sun saw that he had blood dripping from them. And that his whole body was covered in blood. And that the whole Daycare was covered in blood. Blood was literally everywhere. So much blood. Too much blood. Sun's never seen anything like that. Even Moon never did anything brutal like that. No, that wasn't right. Even Moon with kill code didn't do anything as brutal as... that! And Sun has seen a lot because he was the one who cleaned after every mess... or every "incident" Moon caused... So tell me... Hasn't it been always your fault actually, hmm...? No! N-no... right..? It-it... Sun stuttered within his own thoughts. And suddenly he remembered. He remembered everything.

Maybe Moon really had been harming all those people. And that's true. But he did that because of the kill code. Not out of his own voluntariness. Sun knew that Moon wouldn't want to harm anyone (especially innocent ones). But it wasn't only Moon's body. It was also his body (and someone could even say that it is (was) mainly HIS body). So why on Earth he didn't do anything to stop Moon from hurting others?! Maybe you're more responsible than you've ever thought? Right..? Right... Sun could've done something, right? He could've tried harder to prevent Moon from doing bad things, right? Yeah, Sun wasn't the smartest animatronic in the world (he was the dumbest one actually) but it didn't mean that he should give up on trying. Or maybe he was only making cheap excuses for himself? It was always so easy to hide behind the mask of stupidity, right? Taking no responsiblities for your own actions and to no one expects anything from you. Easy and happy life, right? Maybe it was really all Sun's fault? Definitely. He let it all to happen. Even though he should've been a support for Moon. And at the end of the day he blamed his own brother for all of this. As if Moon didn't try to fight the kill code. But it wasn't the worst thing about it. Sun really had the audacity to act like he's never done anything wrong and he was the innocent one. Disgusting.

He's vision became blurry and he almost felt like he might loose his consciousness any minute now. But then came another thought. Much darker than those before. Thought which made his insides churn (if that was even possible). What if you liked it? What if you liked when Moon was hurting others? What if you wanted all of this to happen? What if you're just... B A D..? Bad..? At this moment Sun felt like everything around him froze in place. Like time has stopped. His vision has been slowly overcomed by darkness and his breath has gotten caught in his own throat when he was processing words coming from this foreign voice in his head. And when he finally fully grasped the meaning behind them he let out the loudest bloodcurdling scream his lungs have ever produced. He started to breath rapidly while being unable to take any deep breath. He was panicking. He couldn't see anything before him. He couldn't hear anything. He didn't even realise when Moon got behind him and tried to got to him.

It felt like an eternity to Sun before he realised that Moon was there and was asking him about something. He tried his best to understand what his brother was saying. He barely could pick up that Moon was asking him about what happened. Sun couldn't focuss on anything. His mind still has been stucked with that one thought of him being bad. Everything else was fuzzy. Eventually he mumbled quietly under his breath that he doesn't know what happened. Liar. He shrinked at the thought. It wasn't true. He wasn't liar, right..? He wasn't bad, right..? He didn't do that, right..? Then who did that? Then who..? Sudden movement coming from Moon who helped Sun stand up from rubber floor, broke his train of thoughts.

- ...there you go... - he heard Moon's voice near his head yet like it was from afar at the same time. It almost felt like they were still together in one body. But then he remembered that they were not anymore. The sudden reminder of this sad reality caused another pang in Sun's heart. He didn't want to feel it. He just wish for this awful feeling to go away. The feeling that Moon doesn't want to have anything to do with Sun anymore. That Moon doesn't like him that much. That maybe Moon doesn't love him. No! Stop it! Moon isn't like that! And you know that you deserve this. To be left alone. You don't deser-

- I- I didn't do... that... - Sun wispered. He didn't want to listen to this damn voice anymore. He didn't do that. He didn't even know what has happened.

- Are you sure that it wasn't you? - he heard Moon's voice behind him.

- Wha... - Sun couldn't process what was going on. In one moment Moon was helping him get up but in another one he was saying something with a little bit of dissapointment in his voice? And what exactly did Moon said just now? Sun tried to turn around to look at his brother. He barely could move but he managed somehow to turn his head at least. His vision was deceiving him. It has to be like that. Because how one could explain that they weren't in Daycare anymore but in their secret base? What..? How..? Sun was wondering about what just happened but Moon cut in asking:

- How can you know that you didn't do that? - Wha..? What the hell was going on? - Eclipse said that you killed that agent. - Moon continued. Sun was shocked. Eclipse?! But who is Eclip-..? His mind couldn't comprehend what his brother meant at first but then he remembered. Eclipse took control over him at that interview. Something wasn't right. Sun could feel it. He didn't knew why but he felt like there was a huge gap in his memories. He kind of didn't remember how exactly he found himself here? But more important was what Moon said a moment ago. How could Moon believe in whatever Eclipse told him? Sun felt betrayed. Oi, oi! How so?! What now?! How can YOU of all people feel betrayed?! And by your own brother. How dare you? Just how dar- He didn't kill anyone! He didn't do that... right..? Actually, yes, you did- No! Yes, you d-

- I didn't do that! - he shouted out loud while he was raising his hands up in the air. Only then he realised that there was still blood on them. How..?! Something was wrong. Where did th-that blood come f-from..? Suddenly he couldn't remember what he wanted to say and why he even was there. Everything began to blurr. Sun started breathing heavily while he was looking at his own hands covered in blood. He quickly forgot about Moon and what his brother said to him. He only wished for this blood to be gone. He slowly started rubbing his hands against each other to get rid of red stains. But it wasn't enough. It didn't work. Why..? He started to rubb his hands faster and harder. S-stupid... s-stupid... b-b-blood... Sun started to panick more and more when the blood didn't want to come off.

- C-come on..! Wh-why can't you just dissapear..?! - he began mumbling to himself with frustration rising in his voice. He didn't even realise that their surroundings changed until something poked him in the eye. - H-hey..! I-I... - Sun turn his head toward direction he thought the poking came from. - m... bus... M-moon..? B-but h-how..? Wh-what's going... on..? - Sun mumbled. He couldn't wrapped his head around what just happened.

- Hey! - said Moon in weirdly mischievous tone (not suiting him but it was still Moon's voice nonetheless) and giggled.

- Wh-why... did you do that..? - Sun asked a little disoriented by what was going on. W-wait..! A second..! Hold on! Did Moon just giggled..?! It couldn't be, could it..? Sun shook his head to clear his mind a little and only then he realised where they were. It... couldn't... be... He felt nauseated. No, no, no, no, no, no-

- Are you sure it wasn't you? - Moon interrupted his train of thoughts yet again with this weird mischievous tone. He poked Sun in the eye again and again and again. It started getting on Sun's nerves more and more. He couldn't even think it all through.

- C-could you stop doing this?! - Sun barked at Moon. He said it much louder than he wanted but he couldn't care less at the moment. - I can't think..! Hey! - but Moon didn't seem like he wanted to stop and he kept poking Sun not only in the eye but all over his face. He also kept taunting him.

- Oh, there you are! Our unhinged Sunny! Your true colours are showing, aren't they, huh!? Huh!? So tell me now, that you didn't do that! That you didn't kill all those people! - Moon's tone became even more like one of those cartoon's goons voices. He was grinning at Sun while he was skipping from one foot to another. This irritated Sun even more. But he couldn't shake off the dreading feeling he was feeling since he realised where they were.

- Stop it... I'm not... in the mood... huh... - Sun sighed heavily. What on Earth is going on?! What am I even doing here?! How I even found myself here?! It can't be! It just can't..! I, I, I... That's impossible... - He started to numb to his surroundings and to whatever the hell "this" Moon was doing. Maybe numbness could help him gather his thoughts. Sun's gaze went past the illusion of his brother. He was gazing into the dark void between the two cloudy things rushing over his head and below his feet. It was the same damn place he was sitting in, for how long now...? He couldn't remember. The best place to spend rest of your damn miserable life. Your stupid headspace, you fucking moron. How could you forget that you didn't escape? You can't escape from here! What a dumb fucker! Nicely said. You're starting to get better at this. It's good that you're starting to accept reality. How long it took you? Hmm... Let's see... Only to the point when you both were taken over. How nice of you, am I right? I-I...

Sun looked at his own hands yet again. They were still covered in blood. You know it won't ever go away. Sun wished that the voice was wrong but he knew better. Now, he knew better. He sighed trying to curl in himself. "Fake" Moon didn't stop teasing him reciting every sin Sun has ever done. He wished that all of this could go away. But it won't. I... I know... The sigh escaped his mouth again. But the feeling that something wasn't right didn't go away either. It only seemed to increase with each passing second. The sudden shiver went down his spine. Oh... So you've finally realised... The weird glee coming from the voice froze Sun's insides and he began taking quicker and shorter breaths. No, no, no, no, no, no- He remembered. He remembered what happened on July 16th.

The gore-ish memories started flooding his mind. And the nausea started hitting him again. He remembered how he was tearing through children's bodies. How he was ripping their heads of. And that blood was flowing endlessly from their mutilated and smashed corpses. And how he was breathing heavily in ecstasy. He did that... HE did all of that! I did that... I really... did that... Sun stopped breathing completely. His stomach flipped from disgust and he felt like he was going to vomit. Oh, poor Sunny! Blegh! You veil piece of shit! Vicious beast! Filthy abhorrent degenerate! Disgusting cunt! Damned son of a bitch! How can you keep going? How can you live with all that?

I-I... His vision became hazy. He felt like his head weighed a ton. Despite splitting headache he had, his mind wasn't blank. New images began rushing through his head. He started to remember. He remembered everything. Him killing those kids like a crazed maniac. Him killing that agent with cold blood. Him putting the maternity chip in Roxanne's head without any remorse. It was all his fault. I can't ever be forgiven. Sun felt strong tremble coming from his insides through his whole body. He gagged until he was able to vomit. He looked at his own vomits. Everything was blurry. He wanted all of this to be gone. Accompanied by all those awful thoughts about himself he kept puking. He decided that it was better like that. Every new wave of memories of his horrible sins didn't let him stop. With each gagg Sun was trembling more and more until he started thrashing so terribly that he thought that he's going to shunt apart any moment now. Even when he started to feel excrutiating amount of pain Sun didn't even bother to stop. His insides were burning. He was feeling like he's lungs were on fire from not taking proper breaths. But he couldn't care less about his well-being at this point. How could he actually?

All this throwing up made Sun tear up. Crying was forcing him to catch breath but because he kept puking, he began to choke on his own vomit stuck in his throat. But even then he didn't bother to stop. He couldn't. Even if he'll probably going to suffocate himself to death. It didn't matter to him. It doesn't matter... I'm so... awful! I should be dead! Blood Moon should've killed me that time! Why I have to still be alive?! Why I always have to mess up everything?! Why Moon couldn't have anyone better than me?! Why Lunar couldn't be Moon's brother from the beginning?! Why everyone must put up with my shit?! It's unfair! It's unfair to Moon! To Lunar! To everyone! I-I..! I-I..! ...m jus... tired... Sun's body collapsed from extreme exhaustion and his mind drifted into long awaited nothingness.

#the sun and moon show #sun and moon show sun #sun and moon show moon #sun and moon show eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf sb #fnaf au #fanfiction #tw self destructive behavior #sun and moon show

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nikolai eriksen >> hitman >> joel kinnaman

tw: death mention, abuse mention, military

— BASICS.

Name: Nikolai Ivar Eriksen

Nickname: Nik, Niko ( just dont ) , any bad adjective, Eriksen

Age / D.O.B.: 43 / December 20, 1980

Gender, Pronouns: Cisman. He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: White

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Green

Height: 6 ft 2½

Hometown: Oslo, Norway

Residence: Downtown

Occupation: Hitman ( Firestorm squad member )

Affiliation: The Enterprise

Education: N/D

Languages: Norwegian, English, Russian, German, Italian, Spanish, Swedish, Icelandic, Portuguese

Relationship Status: Single

Children: None

— STATS.

Personality Type: INTJ

Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil

Positive Traits: Dutiful, Strategist, Eloquent, Assertive, Cunning, Dominant, Bold, Resilient, Resourceful, Self Disciplined, Confident, Brave

Negative Traits: Malicious, Manipulative, Cynical, Arrogant, Emotional Detached, Methodic, Volatile, Competitive, Vengeful

Mental Health: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Depression. Anxiety

Fears: Himself

— FAMILY .

Father: Vidar Eriksen ( mafia boss; deceased )

Mother: Synnøve Larsen ( deceased )

Siblings: Alina Eriksen

Uncle: Ulrik Eriksen ( mafia underboss; deceased )

Cousin: Mattias Eriksen ( hitman; deceased )

Notable Relatives: Lydja Volkova ( fiancé / russian assassin, former bolshoi ballerina; deceased )

— BIOGRAPHY .

Nikolai was born and raised in Oslo, being part of a powerful family in Norway that built their empire through illegal business, mostly weapons production. His father was the boss of the biggest local mob called “Fólcvíg". Extreme military training, emotional abuse and violence were the methods applied to turn him into a weapon. The perfect soldier.

Grew up according to plan, receiving his position in the organization when he was old enough, becoming a great ally of his father, who needed someone he could trust to watch all the business closely. Being a sharp shooter and having deep knowledge of weapons, Nik took his role as a caporegime, having the authority to manage the weapons production and trading process. The business grew and expanded well, mainly through European territory, giving rise to new alliances.

The Volkov family was a great support network for many years, making it opportune for both to officiate the alliance in a more solid way. That's how Nikolai met Lydja, who would become his fiancée in a not-too-distant future. The couple lived in Moscow during their quick engagement. Their relationship became genuine, and he found a companion in Lydja, the only moment when he found himself touched by the emotional side.

They returned to Oslo, where the wedding would take place, being greeted with high expectations of a successful union, but it was far from a happy ending.

The night before the wedding, the family was surprised, an ambush led by none other than their Russian allies, driven by the hunger for power. The bloodthirsty attack was successful, annihilating the mob and Eriksen family.

Due to Nikolai's skills, the then twenty-four year old man's life was spared, being sent to Russia, where he was kept on a tight leash under the vigilant eyes of his enemies.

He was the mind behind the army's weapons production, later becoming their main weapon as a hitman. Each perfectly completed task earned the man recognition and trust from his abductors. He obtained information of what had happened to his family, discovering that another member was also still alive; his younger sister. Driven by revenge, Nikolai killed the organization's leaders, leaving Russia.

— TIMELINE .

december 20, 1980 nikolai is born

october 23, 2011 nikolai and lydja’s wedding night, the ‘fólcvíg mafia’ massacre happened and nik is taken away to russia

november, 2011 he started producing weapons for the russian army

end of december, 2011 nikolai is sent to a russian assassin training facility

march, 2015 became a trainer at the Red Winter Ops program

february, 2017 he leaves the facility and starts working as a hitman

mid december, 2022 finds out the truth about his sister

end of december, 2022 completes his 530th hit by killing the mafia leaders. leaves russia

january, 2023 he met baris kaplan

may, 2023 nikolai moves to tonopah valley

july, 2023 reunites with his sister alina

— HEADCANONS .

Master of hand-to-hand combat and martial arts. Master skills in the use of military weapons.

He has become very close to Baris, and has a great sense of respect and loyalty to him and the Firestorm squad, often acting like a second-in-command.

He acted as a spy for Russia for a while, before breaking free from the mob.

His emotional side is nonexistent for him, which prevented him to create any romantic bond with anyone after the death of his fiancée.

His entire family is dead, with the exception of his younger sister.

Still keeps Lydja’s engagement ring.

Strong accent.

Has a Rottweiler named 'Fenrir'

Shooting range is his favorite place

Reunited with his sister

#tv.intros

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. . . dependent original character for nightrestrp : KYLE YANG \

more links : pinterest. connections. playlist.

[ charles melton, cis man, he/him ] - was that KYLE YANG i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-ONE year old who has been in nightrest for HIS ENTIRE LIFE and works as a/an TRIDENT FITNESS OWNER has a reputation of being CHARMING, but also EGOTISTICAL. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with SARCASTIC NATURE THAT GETS HIM ON TOO MANY PEOPLE'S BAD SIDE, WAKING UP WITH NO RECOLLECTION OF THE NIGHT PRIOR, & OVERDUE BILLS SCATTERED ON HIS KITCHEN COUNTER. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Kyle Jisung Yang

NICKNAMES: Kai

DATE OF BIRTH: April 1st, 1992 (30)

ETHNICITY: Korean and White

FACE CLAIM: Charles Melton

HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 6’1"

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: multiple tattoos, ear piercings

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

OCCUPATION: security for the royal yacht club

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, korean

BACKGROUND: [tw: abuse, parental death]

Born to a Korean father and a white mother, Kyle had a relatively normal upbringing for the first few years of his childhood. His mother was a housewife and his father worked as an office manager for a mid-sized company in Salem. When Kyle was 10, the company went bankrupt and his father lost his job, having to take a much lower-paying job to support his family, Kyle’s mother eventually getting a job as a receptionist to keep the family afloat. The loss of comfortable living left his father to drink frequently, his habits growing worse over the years as the family felt overworked, it not taking too long for his father to snap at him or his mother after a bad day.

When Kyle was 13, his mother got into a car accident on her way home from work, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down and unable to work. His father would grow more unhappy with their financial situation because of this, drowing in hospital bills ontop of other financial obligations. When Kyle was 14, his father hit him for the first time after he’d come home late from basketball practice. He’d continue to endure the abuse, figuring it was better him than his mom, though what he dealt with at home would greatly affect his school life.

Kyle had always been an honor roll student up until he started 10th grade. Great grades, and was a starter for the varsity basketball team, a big part of the reason that he was able to attend Wardwell on a scholarship. But dealing with his father made him act out, getting into fights at school, slacking off in his studies, and going out to parties, staying out late. He went from the top of his class to an average student just getting by and went from someone who could have had a career in basketball to someone who was seen as a risk to any reputable program. During his senior year of high school, his mother passed away, leaving him alone with his father and no reason to put up with it anymore. He packed his bags, hopping between friends' houses for the remainder of the school year. He worked at Mama’s to cover rent in a place in Fog Gate, eventually becoming a security guard for the Yacht Club and saving up enough to get a place in Low Point. After the death of his best friend during the Gala Massacre, he took over ownership of Trident Fitness.

HEADCANONS

kind of a dick (very much a dick). doesn’t take anything around him seriously anymore and isn’t exactly the most caring person to most, but those who he does like have a friend for life. he’s very protective over those he actually does care about and would do anything for them

goes through relationships like candy. settling down is boring. has maybe had a handful of meaningful relationships but he usually just goes for girls for the sex

has a cat. he loves his cat. it’s name is also cat because he couldn’t think of a name

definitely not in touch with his culture. knows basic korean from visiting a few times when he was a kid, but can't really make any food (his mom mainly cooked growing up)

has a bunch of tattoos, plans to get a full sleeve. kind of just gets whatever he’s feeling, some have meaning and others dont

is so very irresponsible. has almost been evicted like four times because he just forgets to pay his rent. he’s been surviving on his own since he was 17, but he just forgets the simple stuff. really not good with dates as well.

used to be a very, very good basketball player. had his life not went to shit, he definitely would’ve had a college career at least. his record in school made him a liability, and cost him getting any scholarships, so he’s been in town his whole life

party guy, or at least used to be. went out a lot during his 20s, mostly because he was young and alone and going clubbing or drinking was a nice break from work.

works at the yacht club as a security guard. he’s pretty charming, especially with the older women, and has definitely flirted around for an extra buck. he’s probably even slept with a few of the hotter ones.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend (1/2)

friends

ex-girlfriends

childhood friends

hookups/flings

friends with benefits

frenemies

umm literally anything

#nightrest:intro #kyle / about #this sucks but whatever u know

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cassieuncaged · 4 months

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Ghosts - Part 2

A Laurie Strode Character study.

Chapter 1

2 of 2

TW: firearms, mentions of death, mentions of murder, PTSD, survivor's guilt, weed, drinking, language, etc.

WC: 1 K

A/N: Got this written faster than intended. Laurie and her friends are all 18.

AO3 Link

1978

“You gonna die a virgin?” Annie mocked over a contraband bottle of beer. They’d been holed up in the upstairs bedroom, flipping through a Playgirl Linda stole from the corner store. Lore hugged her knees to her chest, unknowing of the massacre to rain upon Haddonfield in the coming days.

“I’m just waiting.” Clutching nervously at her cream soda. “Until the time is right, I guess.”

“The time is never right,” Annie chuckled knowingly, wise beyond the years she’d never see. The sheriff’s daughter took a hearty glug of cheap alcohol, eyes flitting to cracked window to check for headlights. Her father had an upstanding reputation and wouldn’t hesitate to make an example of his own child’s taste for rebellion.

“Totally,” Linda added airily, gum snapping as she flipped through the dirty magazine. Laurie averted her eyes, earning the cheerleader’s unabashed giggle at the gesture. “Have you ever even seen a penis?”

“Even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do with it.” Annie added in that mincing voice, ripping her supposed friend limb by metaphorical limb. Then they were both cackling like the Weird Sisters in Macbeth, a play they’d been reading in English class.

“I saw that picture of Burt Reynolds,” she added meekly, suddenly wishing her nose was buried in a book. Or even an innocent copy of Tiger Beat fawning over Donny Osmond or Shaun Cassidy. Linda snorted.

“Doesn’t count if you can’t see anything.” Was all she added before the other two entered their own side bar conversation. The ‘Straight A’ student was happy to be excluded, practically begging to be left alone to her thoughts.

They had all turned eighteen this year. And while Laurie happily matured into an empathetic and intelligent young woman, the other two seemed to regress to giggly girls who only cared about cute boys and where to score weed.

She didn’t even like the stuff; it made her throat itch every time she took a puff. In fact, Laurie only ever smoked to fit it. Taking a little sip of her sweet soda, she wished to be home listening to her records or helping her mother with the dishes.

Laurie Strode didn’t mind being well-behaved.

Years later, she’d claim it helped her survive.

2018

Good god, did she despise true crime podcasters. Reporters were one thing, Diane Sawyer’s schlocky interview was another. But there was something especially irritating and disgusting about armchair detectives.

There was never a grave they weren’t clamoring to desecrate, a scab that wasn’t destined to be picked again and again until there was nothing but a raw nerve. But mostly it was the way they all treated her like a sideshow act at a carnival.

Laurie Strode was a curiosity to most folks, a heroine in fable instead of the mortal woman she strived to be. No one cared that she’d dreamt of being a writer that lived in a big city with countless stories to tell. Instead, she’d become stuck in Haddonfield, like a mouse in a glue trap. There were still stories to be told, though she didn’t really want to share them.

The masses didn’t give a damn. They demanded her nightmare be relived time and time again, for popularity and clout. An old woman with PTSD didn’t deserve the privacy she craved apparently. Decades earlier she’d considered writing a tell all book to appease those who craved the macabre.

Then Karen was born. All she wanted was to protect her child.

That didn’t matter much as two strangers set up sound equipment in a sparse living room, making comments about the wood paneled walls and the flannel sofa. All them hailed from the UK based on telling accents.

A new development. She’d never attracted any interviews from half a world away. It was a feat, one that Laurie despised.

“Testing…One, two, testing.” The woman, Dana, sat on the edge of a worn cushion. A rectangular contraption sat wedged between her pale fingers. A microphone, Laurie figured. Technology had changed so much, becoming all powerful yet continually shrinking. There were memories of bulky cameras propped precariously on tripods, a boom mic falling into frame when she was interviewed at her parents’ house. The one-year anniversary. It aired on network television after Three’s Company.

Laurie was lost in her thoughts, wondering if the gate had been locked after the visitors had been let in, if she’d wrapped a new piece of barbed wire atop the chain link fence in the backyard, if the bars across the basement hatch would deploy if needed.

There were so many ‘if’s’ hurtling through her brain until the man, Aaron, spoke. His voice was deep and rich, somewhat calming in the eye of the storm they were unleashing.

“We’re talking to Laurie Strode today, sole survivor of the Babysitter Murder’s that took place in Illinois.” He paused for a moment, leaning forward onto the ladder-back chair which he sat. Dana held the mic closer to Laurie, waiting for an introduction that wouldn’t come. He continued diligently.

‘This year marks the fortieth anniversary of the infamous slaying. Do you have anything to say before we ask a few questions?”

“I have a question,” she cleared her throat, swallowing down a mouthful of bile before she begins. Laurie doesn’t look at Aaron, but past him, focused on the dusty window, “Do you believe in the boogeyman?”

1978

Dr. Loomis has to physically restrain the thrashing young woman as Michael burns in the hospital corridor. There isn’t time to dawdle, lest they become ash themselves.

But Laurie can’t leave. Not yet.

She needs to see the devil be reduced to nothing, to know he can’t haunt her. But he doesn’t crumple as the flames lap at him, masked face still blank at the rubber refuses to melt. The figure doesn’t flinch, inhuman in how lifelessly he stands in the face of death.

Her jaw drops for a moment, wondering if he’s even a man. Maybe he’s a ghost, a shell of something that was, something will continue to reappear until she takes her final breath. Ceasing to move further, the doctor yanked her away and through the metal doors.

Lights flash as paramedics arrive, followed by the local news truck.

In one night, her friends had been brutally butchered, a nurse skewered on a scalpel, a doctor pelted with hypodermic needles.

But what unfolds in front of her is the real nightmare. One she’ll never wake up from.

#halloween #fanfiction #laurie strode #michael myers #character study #back story #halloween 2018

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kyleyangs · 9 months

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. . . dependent original character for nightrestrp : KYLE YANG \

more links : pinterest. connections. playlist.

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Kyle Jisung Yang

NICKNAMES: Kai

DATE OF BIRTH: April 1st, 1992 (30)

ETHNICITY: Korean and White

FACE CLAIM: Charles Melton

HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 6’1"

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: multiple tattoos, ear piercings

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual

OCCUPATION: security for the royal yacht club

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, korean

BACKGROUND: [tw: abuse, parental death]

HEADCANONS

goes through relationships like candy. settling down is boring. has maybe had a handful of meaningful relationships but he usually just goes for girls for the sex

has a cat. he loves his cat. it’s name is also cat because he couldn’t think of a name

definitely not in touch with his culture. knows basic korean from visiting a few times when he was a kid, but can't really make any food (his mom mainly cooked growing up)

has a bunch of tattoos, plans to get a full sleeve. kind of just gets whatever he’s feeling, some have meaning and others dont

party guy, or at least used to be. went out a lot during his 20s, mostly because he was young and alone and going clubbing or drinking was a nice break from work.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend (2/2)

friends

ex-girlfriends

childhood friends

hookups/flings

friends with benefits

frenemies

umm literally anything

#nightrest:intro #kyle / about

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damnedsoulsneedsleep · 1 year

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ABOUT SERAFINE

FULL NAME: SERAFINE GABRIELLE AUCLAIR CLAIRE

NICKNAMES: SERA, CLAIRE WITCH

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

AGE: 32 YO

EYE COLOR: BROWN

HAIR COLOR: GOLDEN BROWN

SPECIES: WITCH

AFFINITY: BLOOD MAGIC

ETHNICITY: OF FRENCH, AMERICAN AND GREEK DESCENT

FAMILY (ancestors) EVANORA CLAIRE FLORENCE CLAIRE (17 yo niece of Evanora who betrayed her aunt and thus became the only survivor of the massacre Stefan committed in the 1920s) (brother) MICHAEL PRESCOTT (daughter) AZALEA

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: SMALL APARTMENT ABOVE HER FLOWER SHOP

OCCUPATION: OWNER OF PERSEPHONE’S GARDEN AND DAMNED SOUL

LANGUAGES: FRENCH, ENGLISH

BIOGRAPHY

Serafine Auclair’s whole life revolves around her daughter Azalea and her work at Persephone’s Garden, her flower shop. And the fact she’s a damned soul.

tw : her story contains triggering topics such as religious trauma, sexual assault, illness and death.

Raised in a conservative Christian family, she turned her back on them after they forced her to keep the offspring of her rapist. Serafine is 16 year old when she leaves her family home and start a life of her own with her little girl Azalea away from her abusive family.

On this new journey, Serafine discovers that she has magical abilities. She can heal/cure people by absorbing their pain/illnesses. She uses her abilities to heal people at the hospital where she’s volunteering. Every time she delivers flowers in the name of their loved ones, she heals them. Many years later, she learns the downside of her powers. Taking too much pain/illnesses away ends up making her sick. She’s dying. Technically, she could heal herself by hurting others but chooses not to. Her empathy and compassion being her strongest character traits.

After praying to God for months and seeing no result, Serafine decides to turn to the dark arts instead. She summons a demon and sells her soul to cure herself and be there for her daughter who just turned 16. The pact is sealed by a blood sacrifice. The life of a child. This sacrifice scars her soul. The guilt is so unbearable she seals it away so she can live with herself and be the mom her daughter needs. She’s aware of what she’s done, she just doesn’t feel anything about it.

Since that day, she’s not only a mom and a shop owner, she’s also a damned soul and have to answer when Hell is calling. She teams up with the demon she sold her soul to in various hell related activities.

She doesn’t want her daughter involved in the supernatural world, which is complicated considering the demon (who happened to be cursed with his humanity) decided to be a father figure to her child.

CANON/FACTS

When Azalea was still a baby, Serafine made sure to seal her daughter’s magical abilities. She wants her family to be as normal as possible. Although, it’s only a matter of time before her daughter’s world is turned upside down.

Serafine was thought to be the result of her mother’s adultery. Turns out she’s in fact adopted and is the descendant/doppelganger of a powerful witch named Evanora Claire, the former leader of the Moon Sirens Coven, the very witch that cursed the demon who holds her soul.

She is allergic to peanut butter.

Not a single drop of alcohol has entered Serafine’s body since high school. The first drink she ever had (and the last one ever) was when she was 16 and it had been spiked.

#SERAFINE #CLAIRE BLOODLINE #M.U.S.E.S.

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kiara-w · 3 years

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A Father’s loss. (a Rewind one-shot, this is a long one.)

This a ficlet based on the fanfic Rewind by @a-non-ymouswriter, and exploring an au within the fanfic. In case you don’t know, the "Fatherinnit” au is based around what would happen if Tommy and Tubbo from a very bad future time traveled at a parallel world, and an adult Tommy adopts the kids Wilbur, Techno, and Phil as his sons. Here they have a dragon named Clementine. And Tubbo is also there with another child.

You can listen to this song while you read for more angst. The one shot was based around it.

TW (Trigger warning) for blood and characters' deaths.

Wanna read more?

Apologies for any grammar errors, english is not my first language.

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Little baby, hear my voice.

It's raining outside the house, but the inside feels warm, the smell of food comes from downstairs and Theo can hear little raindrops hitting gently against the windows.

He takes a look at his desk. Books and papers are spread all over the wooden surface, in the pages are scribbles of different locations, a map hangs in the wall with many places marked out with ink. All for a search that has lasted longer than any man can bother to count.

He takes a deep breath, and stores all of it.

The books are placed back in his small library, the papers will remain in chests and drawers, but the big map of the lands keeps hanging on the wall, looking clean this time, without the little tacks that were on the surface before.

Walking downstairs he hears the faint sound of a guitar, but he goes into the kitchen instead. He cleans the table and plates, crumbs of potatoes and cake are brushed off, and only then he decides to follow the sounds to the other room.

********

I'm beside you, O maiden fair.

"Tommy stop!" The familiar voice reaches his ears, but he couldn't give a damn about it.

His ax keeps fighting everyone in front of him. Neither faces or pleads matter anymore, he can only see red being spilled by his weapon gripped tightly in his right hand as his other arm keeps something precious close to his chest.

When the last body drops on the ground lifeless, Theo kneels surrounded by corpses in the snow. The white has been tainted with blood all around him.

He dares to look up and many feet away from him he sees Tubbo, now called by a different name, sword in hand, but with a pleading look. Someone hides behind him. A small figure, trembling, from the cold or out of fear he can not tell. And as the greatest mockery that the universe could ever give him, green eyes look at him, like fallen leaves that barely managed to survive the cold winter.

His long search is over. But Theo feels nothing.

Instead, he looks at the weight that holds his whole world down and, unlike the boy behind his old friend, is now dead in his arms.

"Please, don't do this." Tubbo takes a step forward. "They wouldn't want you to."

Those words alone somehow manage to set a blaze of fire inside him. In his right hand, a crossbow appears, and he raises it up to the sky as a call for a toast.

Tubbo runs towards him, but he doesn't reach him in time, and bright colors ignite in the sky. Then he sees it, Tubbo sees it, the boy with eyes like leaves sees it as well. Everyone in the city stares with horror as a big shadow roars in the clouds.

And everything goes down in flames.

********

Our young Lady, grow and see.

A final cry sounds in the sky. Two blades, sword and ax, stop clashing to witness the fall of a beast.

She was meant to be a heartless monster, one that was born to roam the biggest depts of unknown lands, but now she falls without grace. Spears through her heart and close to death.

In her last moments, she crawls through the snow, getting closer to the small body that rests in black feathers. She spreads her burn wings trying to encourage her brother to do the same, but there are no wings in the boy’s back anymore.

After leaving a hellfire behind her, she lets out a hurt cry and closes her eyes to go into a deep slumber, her final sight being the maskless face of the father that allowed her to live. No beams of light, no achievements to demand, no screams of victory.

In what world could exist a gracious end for a being called a monster?

********

Your land, your own faithful land.

Theo lost everything. And yet, he found what he was looking for.

He listens to the howls of the city, painfully cries of hundreds into the night, a night that shines red like the brightest sunset. He doesn't notice the tears that run down through his face when he looks at his daughter, laying still in the red snow.

Instead, he turns back to his enemy, a friend of another time, who looks astonished at the fallen creature. That's the moment he sees his chance, and with a quick movement, he finishes his final battle.

********

Sun and moon, guide us.

"Tubbo!" Dream screams behind him. Blood falls, but there is no more white to be tainted after the big massacre.

His sword leaves Theo's chest, the hands of the injured man let go of his blade, and he walks away slowly, getting close to the bodies in the snow.

Tubbo keeps still, his weapon disappears as he stares blankly, trembling, asking Ender to wake him up from the nightmare he has in front of him.

When he first arrived at this different but yet so similar world, he looked for his friend and instead ended up finding someone he had sworn to kill, but couldn't. He’d hated himself for that, he had hated him.

It took him days to be tolerant, weeks to be understanding, and months to be loving. He made friends, enemies, allies, but Dream couldn't be any of those. However, when the kid called him family, Tubbo knew that the man that he’d promised to kill had already died, and his vengeance had died with him.

A small hand pulls off his cape. Scared emerald eyes bring him back to reality, a cruel reality in which a musician with hands of fire and a small blood warrior lie now dead somewhere in the burning city. And he is the one to blame.

But his heart has felt worse guilt through the years, and he runs to his friend's body bleeding out next to the beast and the young avian he had never met fully.

And he screams his name like he wished to do for years but in different circumstances. Laughing instead of crying, playing in place of fighting, loving instead of hating.

And he stops when he hears Tommy’s voice saying three words he never thought he would hear from him again.

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To the hour of our glory and honour.

Dream stares silently. Tubbo is crying, holding the person who attacked them and murmuring apologies as if the dead man could still hear.

He raises a hand to his face, and the boy realizes he is crying too. But why? The man that just died means nothing, the name Tommy means nothing, those blue eyes that looked at him mean nothing.

But the mask that he'd seen him wore does mean something. It was the same mask he used to wear for as long as he can remember. The thing that would have led him to a family. The object that Tubbo had asked him to throw long ago, and he had happily complied because the warrior was his family.

But Dream keeps crying, sadness fills his chest, why does it feel like Tubbo is the one who died?

Because a friend did die in front of him, and the boy cries for that friendship that could never be.

********

"I love you."

Theo.

Tommy.

He says it and smiles, a hand in Phil's face, and praying to whatever god could hear that Wil and Techno were listening.

"I love you." I've always loved you but never told you.

He feels peace. A familiar voice calls his name.

"I love you..." There's a melody he can hear, and he follows.

********

Wilbur doesn't look at him, concentrating on his instrument, his fingers go through the chords letting go of different notes composing a soft melody.

Theo loves his music more every day.

Techno snores loudly as he snuggles closer to Phil, the avian hybrid closes his wings around him as he sleeps as well. He must be exhausted, he came back from his latest journey just this morning.

But now they're all there. His sons.

They rest against a big dragon that is curled up on the floor, her big and warm body making a pillow around them. Suddenly, Wilbur stops. "Come on, old man. You know this one." Brown eyes look at him with mischief as he plays a new melody.

Theo sits between them, a faint smile on him appears, Phil's head rests on his shoulder, Techno holds his hand, the breath of Clementine fills the room with warm air, and Wilbur's voice joins him.

"Little baby, our young Lady. My noble maiden fair."

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Yes, I'm dropping this on Mother's day and I don't regret it.

#ficlet #dsmp rewind #tw blood #character death

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