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foap-enjoyer · 6 months

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Upcoming Wolfshifter!Soap X Ghost fic

(in the very, very early stages, so this won't be dropping for a while yet, I do apologise)

Heavily inspired by both Silver Lining, by Lemonwrap on AO3, and bluegiragi’s comic series, which can be found on tiktok and on tumblr, as far as I know.

Summary: Simon Riley hates shifters. His dad was a shifter, his old superordinate Major Vernon was a shifter, hell, even Manuel Roba was a shifter. They were slimy beasts, not made to trust. Animalistic creatures made of pure evil. At least. He thought they all were.

Ghost crossed his arms over his chest. He shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Price studied him with soft, gentle eyes, "He's not a bad man, Simon."

"I'm not working with a shifter." He repeated like a broken record, shaking his head once more. "You know how I feel about them."

"No." Price's eyes turned firm, "Soap is nothing like Roba, Simon." His chin raised in an almost defensive gesture, "He's like a son to me."

"He's a shifter." Ghost huffed, "He's not your son. He's a-"

"He’s a what?" Price interrupted. "A monster? A mutt? I don't care whatever you think he is, I can guarantee he is nothing like whatever you dream up in that dumb head of yours." A finger poked into his chest harshly. "You work with him or you're off my team and back to basics since you clearly can't follow orders."

Ghost's eyes narrowed, but he held his tongue. "Yes sir."

"That's what I want to hear" He patted him on the shoulder, "Now come and meet him."

They took a wander down to the nearest common room, their allocated one, as a ‘squadron’. Despite them only being a meagre four the room itself was large, enough space to hold at least twenty others atop of themselves. A little kitchen, a TV, and a dining room set, where the two other members of this team were situated.

The two men were sitting on opposite sides of the worn, brown table, playing what looked like, from this distance, a very aggressively-playful game of Uno, or some other card game. Both were Sergeants, if he remembered correctly. Gaz, a lively, kind soul, whom he had already met previously, was a Staff Sergeant, a rank just below him, and Mactavish…

He squinted his eyes to get a closer look at this… shifter.

A dusty brown, neatly-kept mohawk sat atop his head, light stubble following from his hairline to sweep itself gently across his face. Bright, midnight-blue eyes, soft, pink, grinning lips, a strong, playfully scrunched-up nose-

Oh my God. He shook his head slightly, as if that would be enough to rid himself of his thoughts, clenching his teeth together and grinding them painfully. What the hell is wrong with me?

He watched as the man chucked down a card onto the large pile between him and Garrick. Gaz responded with a groan, reaching over to another pile and beginning to draw several cards into his personal stash. “You’re a dick, Soap.”

A flash of white as Soap bared his teeth in a playful smirk. Long, sharp canines stood out in tow. “Would ya loo’ at tha’?” The man held up his one remaining card, gently placing it onto the pile. “Uno.”

“You’re such a cheat.”

Soap huffed, leaning back in his chair. “Am not.”

Gaz laughed, “Am too!”

“Boys.” Price coughed.

Gaz’s neck snapped awkwardly over to their superordinates, clearly having not noticed their earlier arrival. Ghost didn’t miss the way Soap didn’t flinch or spook, turning with gentle, practised ease. He had already heard them come in.

Their Captain gestured to Ghost. “This is Lieutenant Ghost. Gaz, you’ve already met him, of course.”

Gaz gave a cheerful wave, cards still in hand, his shock dissipating almost immediately into his usual, easy-going, persona, “Hey, Ghost.”

Ghost gave a curt nod. “Garrick.”

“And Ghost, this is Soap Mactavish, who I spoke about previously.”

Ghost took this moment to meet the man’s eyes. The blue shade of them had lightened considerably when contrasted against the light hung between them from the ceiling. Now more of a sky-blue than any midnight hues. They studied him viciously, an emotion to them that he couldn’t quite make out. But he knew, from experience, that it was some form of uncertainty. A curious worry. Many soldiers meeting him for the first time gave him similar looks. He wasn’t exactly a poster-child for the military, nor a runway model. His attire had garnered him some odd looks over the years.

Before he could truly figure the man out, the emotion was gone within a flash of their eyes meeting. The man broke out into an easy-going grin, eyes softening considerably. To the point it almost shocked him. It had to be an act, he knew shifters could smell unease, and he was sure as hell not comfortable right now. Soap waved a hand slightly, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Eyes trailed over his mask once more. A bite of the lip; Ghost couldn’t help but be drawn to the long teeth poking between cherry lips once more. “Dinnae think masks were in tha rule manual.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed defensively, a retort hot on his tongue; Neither are shifters.

He would have said it, if it were true. But it wasn’t. They may be an uncommon thing, in this cruel, cold world, but the military still opened their arms to everyone and everything, it seems. So instead, he sighed, rolling his eyes. “What kind of name is Soap, anyway?”

Soap smirked, leaning back on his chair and kicking his boots up onto the table, mindful of the Uno cards. He winked, raising his hands to rest behind his head, “I clean up.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

The shifter shrugged, angling his hands slightly to adjust that stupid mohawk of his with his fingers. “Tha’s fer me ta kno’, and you ta find ou’.”

“Sergeant Mactavish is our demolitions expert.” Ghost’s gaze whipped over to Price, who had long-since moved on to the nearby kitchen, in the midst of making himself, and Ghost, a cup of tea. The kettle flicked on with a soft click. “And a resident sniper. Though that’s part of the applicant, working in 141.”

“Got a goo’ sniffer on me, too.” Soap scrunched his nose, as if to draw attention to it, before relaxing and grinning, a long, animalistic tongue swiping across cracked lips. “I’ll sniff anythin’ out ya need in a jiffy, LT.”

He couldn’t help but huff. "We've got real dogs for that."

“Lieutenant.” A warning from Price. He rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to relax. Soap only grinned brighter, like he was getting off on making the man annoyed. Or maybe it was a warning. A snarl in disguise. Not that he’d be scared of some fucking muppet called Soap of all things.

“I’ll have ya kno’, sir, I put all tha dogs ta shame.”

He narrowed his eyes, scoffing under his breath. He knew Soap heard it, even if Price and Gaz did not. “Sure you do, Sergeant.”

“You should see him in action.” Gaz piped up, snickering, “Then you’ll take it back, Ghost.”

I'm very excited to be writing this (I KNOW I'M NEGLECTING MY WHUMPTOBER SERIES, I'm so sorry, this is my first ever AU-esque fic I've ever written and I got a little sucked in after reading a few similar ones. Besides, I give thee content with this regardless, suck it up.)

For anyone wondering about the rest of the team, as of right now, Soap is the only shifter (Not that someone's gonna magically be bitten and turned, he's just, as of the early stages of writing this, the only shifter, especially in 141, that won't change.)

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coolishfoolishness · 16 days

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I'm mixed race, but not in a way you could tell unless you know my extended family. I pass as white. It's not even like I just have light skin, no. I look white. It leaves me unsure how to identify. Like I don't identify as black, and that's not just because no one else would ever see me as such, but I don't identify as white either.

Most people don't believe me when I say that I'm mixed. They might not say it, but I can tell. Hell, I've had people make fun of me for saying that I was. Especially when I was too little to properly express what I meant so I would say things like "I'm part black" and all the other kids would laugh at me. You might tell yourself "oh, I'd believe you!", but trust me, you'd at least be hesitant to. I get it. I just wish people would see me the way I am.

I won't say I understand the black experience, because I don't. I don't experience racism against myself. But I do think being mixed gives me a unique perspective. Like I've been raised in two ways. Because each side of my family is so different. And I also think it's part of the reason that I didn't go further into the whole anti-sjw during the height of the youtube alt right pipeline. Not to say white people can't be anti-racist or recognize implicit racism, but still. It also helps that I was very deliberately raised to be anti-racist.

I don't know how to end this post. I don't think it was meant for a conclusion. So I'll end it with a small anecdote. I had a biology teacher who loved to ramble during class. It wasn't in a fun way either, because we learned very little in that class. At least I did. The point is that she went on a lot of tangents. One of these tangents was about being "mixed". Now you can understand my concern when I say she looks even whiter than I do. But I know what it's like to not be believed about that, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I raised my hand and mentioned that I too am mixed. She asked me what I was mixed with and I answered honestly. White, black, and maybe a little native american. And she answered in kind. She was mixed with a bunch of European identities. Now, yes, this is mixed, sure, but it's not really the same way I am. Now this is bad enough, but pretty excusable. I'm sure she understands the difference in the way we are mixed. But still. My problem lies in the word she used for it. She called herself a "mutt", and, by extension, called me a "mutt". Awful, right? It felt degrading even though she was using it in a playful way. Like she didn't understand the implication of calling a mixed person a "mutt".

#mixed race #racism #anti racism #anti-racism #rambles

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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[Corrupted Anon]

🗞️ Anon, you did lovely for Ghost/Simon ❤️ but fuck, I want more… power and control over our dear Simon~

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Stoic!Reader in a different attire, something black, leathery, or perhaps sophisticated 👀 (we see where this is going?) Black heels or combat boots (clean ofc).

Simon tied to the bed, his body sprawled like a star on his bed, seeing as Stoic!Reader’s bed was a bit too small to do the thing that they wanted to do to our Simon Riley.

Stoic!Reader’s eyes boring into Simon’s who glares back at them, both being power hungry for dominance but alas, Simon has surprisingly lost this one and yet he allows it himself to lose, to see if Stoic!Reader was really worth to see his vulnerable side that wants to be taken care of before shit went down hill for him.

His throbbing cock already standing proud though it falters a little from the weight of his girth, the pre-cum already dribbling down to his happy trail, covering it with a sticky, shiny and white coat. Not for long as Stoic!Reader presses the base of their heel/boot on his cock, making Simon jolt from the small pressure, his breath hitching while maintaining eye contact.

Simon’s was about to retort before feeling Stoic!Reader’s shoe move on his cock, the rough/smooth texture felt so good against his flesh, making his cock leak out more pre-cum, some of it sliding down his thighs while he lets out those sweet whimpers from his throat. He squirms making his bounds chafe his wrists and ankles, his mouth partly open and heavily breathing while he tries to buck his hips, wanting more.

Though he stops once Stoic!Reader adds more pressure, adding pain as his cock presses against his stomach making him groan, his hips unable to move without making his cock hurt against the shoe.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought mommy/daddy said to be a good boy?” Stoic!Reader shaking their head in mocking disappointment.

Simon pathetically whimpers as his cock responds to their words, he was a good boy, he IS a good boy, a good boy for Stoic!Reader. He needs to be a good boy!

“I-I am…” he mutters underneath his breath, not wanting to be heard through the thin walls and into prying ears.

“What was that?”

“I’m a good boy!” he says louder, satisfied with his response, the movement continues on and the pressure lessened, giving that perfect pace for him while his moans and squirms underneath Stoic!Reader. His hips bucking ever so slightly, giving him a bit of control for the pace and how hard he wants it, rutting into Stoic!Reader’s shoe, reminding them of a certain mutt in the squad.

Stoic!Reader plays with the strap-on while they watch the cold, scary Lieutenant crumble against their shoe, falling into pleasure that they control, hearing him mutter utter nonsense.

“Need… cock… please…”

Oh, what’s this? The Simon Riley has a mommy/daddy kink? (personally I think mommy kink works better, sorry)

“Need mommy’s cock inside ya, good boy?”

“Please, been so good’f you,” Simon’s eyes were watering, the lack of his orgasm causing him to be so needy for Stoic!Reader’s strap-on/cock and who was Stoic!Reader to deny such a pretty plea from their Lieutenant as they get on their knees. The head of the strap-on already plunging in with ease, the rest of it following behind, making Simon groan loudly.

“Such a good boy for mommy~” the sound of praises making Simon clench so harsh on the plastic toy before receiving relentless thrusts into his ass, Stoic!Reader already removed his restraints before spreading his legs out more, going in deeper into his hole. “Mama’s perfect boy~”

“Yes, mmm! —fuck— yes! G’nna do you proud, come home t’you and —yes, fuck yes— be your perfect soldier!”

Stoic!Reader grabbing Simon’s cock and starts jerking him off, his hands grabbing the pillows or the sheets as Stoic!Reader increases the pace, knowing that his orgasm was so close after edging him on for so long. Though Stoic!Reader never expected Simon to ask/moan out; “Kiss—fuck—please, kiss”

His whine, the pleading, it was so pathetic.

Stoic!Reader never gave any sort of affections, only straight to fucking and kissing their foreheads was just a comfort thing but on the lips? Shit, this was deep shit. But the pathetic pleas and cries coming from Simon… Stoic!Reader who reluctantly gives a deep, sloppy and lustful kiss for Simon because he was a mama’s boy, their mama’s boy.

The kiss making Simon cum on his stomach but Stoic!Reader wants him to forget, everything. Fucks Simon into oblivion till he forgets about the kiss and pegs him so deep that he couldn’t sit down for a week or walk straight.

Stoic!Reader who gives aftercare like always as he sleeps.

Stoic!Reader who gets themselves into deep shit and slowly starts to care for 141 more than they should have, they don’t love nor get attraction but this was deep shit, as they close the door.

YOU'RE BLESSING US, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD-

CORRUPTED I CAN'T-

THE FEELS-

THE-

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#asks #just corrupted anon #pegging is a topic i need a tag for now #pegging simon riley #pathetic simon riley #simon riley has a mommy/daddy kink #prove us wrong

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lordofparadoxes · 1 year

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|| Connection established . . . playing . . . ||

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-ot working?! [ There's a loud bang. ] Fuck, that'll teach me to- wait- [ A rustling noise, close to the speaker. ] Oh, yes! It's working! Finally, I was starting to think that guy scammed me. He's damn lucky I figured this thing out, tsk. [ Ineligible muttering. ]

[ A big black and white creature that resembles a mix of a squirrel and a rabbit comes into view, buck teeth and tusks poking out from their lips, eyes focused on something off-screen. Their eyes dart to the camera, widening comically as if they just realized they were being recorded. ]

Ah- sorry! You're probably wondering who I am. [ The creature chuckles, looking sheepish and rubbing the back of their neck with a spotted paw. ] Well, the name's Paradox, and I'm a Time Lord. [ They pause, face scrunching up as if realizing something. ] Not The Doctor's kind, though I have met them. No, I originate from a time branch of what my superiors have named the Rise Universe, the newest tree for the TMNT garden. For people who don't follow: I am a yokai that was born in a Hidden City, which one I can't remember. My universe of origin's ending code is 2018, though I've since moved. [ They offer the camera a small grin, their long ears flicking back, the big bushy tail behind them twitching a bit. ]

Normally this kind of thing would get one fired... but considering Tumblr has consistently broken the laws of reality by having multiple versions of the same person on it at any given point and allowing them to interact without consequence... well, my superiors have made an exception. [ They laugh nervously, nose twitching. ]

I'm technically retired from field work, but reality decided I was done with that and dragged me back kicking and screaming. So, here I am! Making a blog, haha. [ They wince, and their head falls into their paws with a muffled groan. ] Ugh... I'm out of practice.

[ They tilt their head a bit to glare half-heartedly at the camera. ] In my defense, it's been a couple thousand years since I've had a social media account. And technically this is a transcript, so cut me some slack alright? [ They straighten up with a sigh, leaning back in their chair. ]

You'll probably be seeing more of me, though no guarantee. The signal here is shit, and everything I send through has a 50/50 chance of actually being received. [ They grimace. ] Most of the time though everything gets lost to the void or fractured. Ugh, which just means more paperwork for me. [ They close their eyes, expression pained. ] So much paperwork...

|| Connection terminated , redirecting . . . ||

|| Pulling up file . . . || || Opening file name "Employee 325" ||

Designation : Paradox Real name : [ REDACTED ] Age : [ REDACTED ] Species : Yokai; hybrid / mutt Universe of Origin : TMNT-R-CTEV-S1-C10GOL-002018 Occupation : Time Lord; Rank Watcher Former Ranks : Civilian; Refugee, Consultant (Brief), Scout; Junior, Senior, Agent; Lieutenant, Captain, General Magic : Hammer space, [ REDACTED ] Misc : Retired, unique magic; nonreplicated, doesn't age, omnivore, founj!(DU918!*@&9*!S*(JS!*1Y(S(*!wS)K!()IW!(JS!U&@Y!H!7HG^SH!*(!I9jS!sH!*YW()SJ!!M)W1 JIW : 56gu!T^&!SU!*H17YS!&*ySG!*YG^SO(!)(h!( G : SJ2!*!(shJ!*w!ys!(!* || . . . ||

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|| Ending program . . . ||

|| Thank you for using Pandora's Box! ||

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt oc #tmnt au #rottmnt oc #rottmnt au #time travel #lordofparadoxes

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adecila · 2 years

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Are you saying even in irl cheaters aren’t always cheaters? And I’m reading this fic because you guys are amazing writers. I like the way you and mutt can put a story together. I don’t think it’s fair to tell me to stop reading your story because I don’t like one character tho

I was referring to the "once a cheater always a cheater" part—which is ironically the thing Ygritte uses to attack him again....like ashddhwjsj there's a reason Amy wrote her PR plant like that...

I'm saying that it's quite reductive to think that, by default, if someone cheated on their s/o once they will always cheat. You have to look at each situation in particular to imo be able to understand it, and even so, it's still quite unfair to instantly hold such an absolute belief, like it's either black or white, it can't be in between. Yes, some people have a problem and I'm not saying that's not true for them, I'm just saying that cheating doesn't happen in a vacuum. But that's a different debate.

Especially in this fic, in which Jon has explained what happened and the context of it all, it's quite baffling to say that. And he has expressed time and time again (from chapter 1 even!!) just how much he regrets it and has shown how much he's worked to be better.

It just perplexes me again and again whenever people read a fic that has cheating in any way just how black and white some insist on seeing things. Life isn't about absolutes. You can't think like that. Jon is a person who made a mistake. We all make mistakes. Good people can and will also make mistakes!! Just because they fucked up once doesn't mean that they're bad now (again, such absolutes and for what????) or that they will do the same thing again (to the same or to a different person). What matters is what we do after the mistake was made. And Jon has done everything in his power to learn from it and even thought he deserved all the shit Ygritte did to him.

And I've seen others hate on him too and it is truly sad to me because all he's been doing since chapter 1 is TRY TO BE BETTER. Do you know how hard that is??? Obviously the guilt was killing him inside (see the bad bender and the alcohol abuse) but he's worked through it in therapy. Like holy shit if you go back even 2 chapters before chapter 8 you can see how much he's still trying every single time. And I truly thought that the heart to heart he had at his flat with Dany will be eye-opening to many...seems like that's not that case.

Yes Jon cheated. Yes it was an awful thing of him to do. No Ygritte didn't deserve it. But Jon has admitted he fucked up and has been working through his mistake and he's been trying to be a better person.

And I appreciate the compliment, but idk what am I supposed to say to that? Because if after 107972 words you STILL say that Jon shouldn't be with Dany...it kinda makes me feel like we failed somewhere lmao like we've been showing so much of Jon dealing with his cheating and trying to be better for nothing. Like what does he have to do to be deserving of her? He can't go back in time and not cheat. So all he can do is move forward. And so far I think he's been doing fucking amazing. He's been respecting boundaries and promises and started communicating better with Dany. Just because he loves teasing her (because she enjoys it just as much if not more) doesn't mean he's treating her badly. That's just how he flirts?? And he's a very famous actor with a big ego like...I think he's acting accordingly!

Besides!! That kiss wasn't just sexual attraction for Dany. It was so much more than that...I thought it was obvious. Hence that big thing about her realising that Jon keeps choosing her when he could have gone with the simplest solution and dump her for Arianne.

If I said you should stop reading it was because I don't see the point of you reading a fic in which you clearly hate Jon, who is the other half of the ship. Like bestie that's a pretty important character to hate 😭😭😭 especially since the entire point of the story is getting Jon and Dany together! I just fail to understand how you could enjoy this fic if you think they shouldn't be together.

Still, you're free to do as you wish, obviously. What am I gonna do about it? 😭

#alice has mail #ftc #ftc!jon defence squad where you at???#my man is trying just give him a chance...dany already has #the cheating debacle #anyway #protect ftc!jon at all costs

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kxlinthesky · 8 months

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EPISODE 6 PART 1 LIGHT NOVEL Chapter 5-1 English Translation

The wind roared like a mighty dragon rampaging across the skies, loud enough to rattle a person’s bones in their sockets. For a long, long time, the space had been utterly silent, but no longer. Now, the howling gale vibrated the very air itself as it boomed and echoed throughout.

“... Ahh, it’s finally happening.”

A lone figure rose from where they’d been sitting quietly and peered into the empty space with eyes squinted shut. “The promised time has finally come...” they whispered. They began to glide along as if slipping across the surface of a frozen lake, no footsteps to be heard.

Magnificent white wings adorned with gold sprouted from their back.

This person was an angel.

Like their footsteps, their wings beat silently. They proceeded onward without a single sound at all, in fact, rather like a particularly large and ruthless bird of prey stalking its target in the dead in night. But they suddenly halted soon enough, their eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly. “... Something stinks,” they muttered, raising one arm to cover their nose with their sleeve. “Who’s there?”

“Um...!” A hulking beast lumbered out from the shadows. The dog – for it was a dog, albeit an extraordinarily massive one – wore a collar of thorns and looked absolutely exhausted. It opened its jaws and spoke. “Yes, hello, I am Sir Mastema’s....”

“Don’t come any closer. That stench is just foul, human and beast mixed together like that.”

“... My apologies.”

“You must be Mastema’s mutt,” the angel said, no inflection in their voice. “What are you doing away from your master’s side?”

The beast’s fangs ground together, and it spoke as if each word had to be pulled from its mouth like teeth. “Sir Mastema, he instructed me to, ah, accompany you for a time.” It bowed its head low, its teeth now audibly gnashing. Clearly, the simple admission caused it considerable distress.

“Me? Why?”

“... Sir Mastema is currently unable to move and will remain so for some time.”

“Unable to move, meaning...?”

“He has been grievously wounded.”

“Wounded? Impossible. Our bodies are....” The angel’s voice trailed off. When they spoke again, their voice dipped low. “There’s something strange clinging to you.”

“What?”

“The smell of a fallen angel....”

The dog stiffened, eyes wide. It took a single step back.

“Hm,” hummed the angel, casual as could be. “I see, a fallen angel, hm. So it was him that took Mastema down. That makes sense. How disgraceful. Tell me, how much has his hedonism grown for him to screw things up that badly?”

“Dis...?!” The beast’s fur bristled. “Disgraceful?! Are you mocking Sir Mastema?!” A menacing growl rumbled in its throat like an earthquake, its body trembling with rage, looking ready to spit burning lead. It bared gleaming fangs at the angel.

They remained unperturbed. “And what if I am?”

“I will not tolerate any insults against my master!!” the dog roared.

“I see. Then you’re welcome to try your luck.” The angel spread their wings wide without hesitation, forming a great arch over the beast’s head. “If Mastema’s little carrier pigeon can, of course.”

“Gyah...?!”

“You’re nothing more than a message board, and it’s time you realize that. You’re just a powerless fool.”

The angel’s voice rang through the air, each syllable hanging heavy over their heads and amplified by the winged arch around them. Their words struck the dog from all angles, and as that voice showered over its shaking form, its body dissolved into mist and began to crumble away. “M-My body...!” it screeched. “What did you...?!”

“Leave, for now. But I’ll go along with Mastema’s wishes – wait for further instructions.”

The beast’s form continued to disintegrate until finally it vanished as though it was never there.

As soon as the space was empty, the angel lost interest, and they began their trek through the pure white world around them once more.

And their footsteps, as before, were as silent as the grave.

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A thick, choking fog had descended on the city several days ago.

But then, it wasn’t all that odd to see the capitol city so foggy that a person couldn’t see more than a few meters in front of their own face. Oftentimes muggy air carried in by anti-trade winds would collide with colder air along the western shores of the continent and the resulting dense shroud would roll inland. Everyone who lived there had to get used to it. Coupled with the heavy smog rising from the industrial sector, the entire city was covered in a heavy, soot-stained cloud as if someone from Heaven had dropped a dirty pot lid over them.

But even under these conditions, people thronged toward the industrial area, where laborers gathered in groups around rows of chimney-topped factories. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! went the sound of tools striking metal. WHRRR went engines loud enough to shake the earth. White smoke belched from the chimneys above the cacophony.

And all the while, the air grew more polluted by the day, but the people of the city simply couldn’t care.

But that night, in that place, what she saw was quite a rare sight indeed.

The thick, choking fog sparkled silver... though it was oddly beautiful, almost gaudy, even, for fog. It enveloped the surrounding area so completely that not even the lights from the gas lamps could be seen.

And eventually, a terribly strange parade marched out of the silvery expanse. Black carriages rolled along the streets, accompanied by a crowd of women in eerie masks and dresses so dark they seemed to meld into the night itself.

She stood petrified at the sight, at this strange freak show that had suddenly appeared before her eyes. She was young, but her clothes were filthy and hanging loose from her gaunt form. One hand gripped at her necklace, an oddly ostentatious one for a woman of her apparent standing, set with a large red jewel.

The woman disappeared along with the parade, leaving the city as calm and as quiet as if they had never been there at all.

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“Hmm-hmhm-hm~~, hm-hm-hm~~♪”

A young man walked though the fog along the banks of the Thames, humming “London Bridge” to himself with a spring in his step, cheerful as could be. He held a paper bag in his arms. As he came upon a bench along the riverbank, he hopped up onto the handrails and glanced over at a building on the other side of the water. He only stayed up there for a second, though – he soon jumped back onto solid ground and took off at a steady clip toward the building. “I hope Ritz’ll like this,” he hummed to himself with a wide grin and a chuckle.

His destination was a sizable red brick structure. A sign placed out front read “SCOTLAND YARD” in big bold font. This was the police headquarters of London.

Most people would hesitate to walk inside, but the young man strolled right in without a care in the world.

“Hello!” he called as he passed the threshold. He turned his attention to the closest policeman standing right near the entrance. “Is Ritz here?”

The policeman squinted at the young man for a moment, thrown off by how casual he was acting. “Ritz?” he repeated. His confusion cleared up a little as the name registered, and a faint half-smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “... Ahh, the Li’l Miss, huh. Who’re you, then?”

“Me? I’m Nick, I’m her friend.” The young man – Nick – raised the bag in his arms with a wide, friendly smile. “I brought her lunch.”

The policeman gave Nick a quick once-over. The same half-smile rose on his face. “If you want the missy, she’s probably over by the counter right now.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward a counter in the back.

“The counter...?” Nick echoed.

“Yeah, the one for local incidents. She’s been working reception over there lately.”

“Reception?” Now that was unexpected – Nick didn’t think police officers did reception work, too.

The policeman’s smile widened. “The missy better be, anyway,” he said importantly, and with that he walked off, leaving Nick on his own.

“... What’s his problem? Gross.~” Nick stuck out his tongue at the man’s retreating back. “Yeah, I’m never gonna get along with cops, ‘specially when they keep getting one-upped by the best detective in the world.” Still, he headed off in the direction the policeman had indicated.

There were several officers milling about the station, each one decked out in long coats and carrying batons, naturally. There were also a number of hoodlums being dragged through the building by their collars, a woman in tears over having her purse snatched, and what looked to be a bartender carrying an unconscious man (perhaps he’d tried the old dine and dash and the owner wasn’t having it). And to top it all off, citizens who’d come calling for consultations or advice were all but bursting out of the waiting room with how packed it was.

Nick’s eyes roved over the noisy crowd and hummed to himself. “Guess business is really booming, huh.~~” He wasn’t wrong, either, but the busy police station spoke volumes of the influx of cases in the city, which definitely wasn’t anything worth celebrating.

That said, Nick just went on, “Sure would be nice if it was like this around Mistilteinn, too,~” as he danced and weaved his way through the throng. He spotted a sign hanging from the ceiling that said, “LOCAL INCIDENTS” and headed in that direction.

That was when he heard a voice cut through the low-level clamor around him, the roar echoing in the air.

“I. Keep. TELLING YOU!!! I ain’t saying jack to a little girl like you! For the last time, get me one of your superiors!!”

Nick jumped with a high-pitched squeak. What’s going on, what was that? He craned his neck to see a man standing in front of the reception desk screaming his head off.

“I apologize, Mr. Davies,” said a different voice. “All higher-ranking officers are currently out, so I will hear you out instead.”

“You said the same damn thing yesterday and the day before that!! Are you screwing with me or what?!”

“No, sir, as they were also out yesterday and the day before that. Now please, explain in detail what you need.”

“How many times do I gotta tell you?! Ain’t no way a trainee grunt like you can help! Lemme speak to a real cop, girly!!”

The other voice didn’t respond. The man slammed his hand on the counter with a resounding THWACK, his face an ugly crimson. His shouts were occasionally interspersed with burps that reeked of alcohol that most likely came from the open flask crammed in the pocket of his filthy coat. Anyone who looked up the word “drunkard” in the dictionary would find this man’s picture.

He kept going on and on about how useless they all were, how it drove him to drink. He would devolve into a mutter storm for a while... and then his voice would rise once more, and all the others waiting in line behind him would sigh in unison, and all the people working behind the counter would screw up their faces in identical looks of exasperation. But none of them stepped in; everyone pretended they didn’t hear him. They weren’t about to poke the bear.

This left only one person to deal with the irate man – and she wasn’t a receptionist.

“Ritz?”

Nick jolted when he saw the petite policewoman, so young yet already possessing a gaze cold as ice. This was the very friend he’d come here to see – the officer-in-training, Ritz.

And it certainly threw him for a loop seeing her behind the counter. Huh? Why’s she working over there? Isn’t she an investigator? he wondered as the drunkard continued his tirade.

Ritz stared the man dead in the eye. With perfect equanimity, she replied, “So, Mr. Davies, might I assume that your reasons for coming today are the same as before? Regarding your wife leaving home?” As she spoke, she took notes on a memo pad by her elbow.

The man’s volume only rose higher. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!!” he screeched, slamming his hand over and over against the counter for punctuation. “I told you yesterday, she didn’t ‘leave home!’ She got taken by the Demon Parade!”

“... My apologies, Mr. Davies.” Ritz carefully wrote the word “kidnapping” on the page, then gave a light sigh. “So she was kidnapped by a parade that emerged from the fog, is that right?”

“YES! Fucking hell, I’ve only been saying that this whole time, you simpleton!!”

Ritz chose not to respond to that.

“Aahh, women are all so stupid! I’m sick to death of dealing with ‘em!” At this point, the guy was damn near projecting his voice like he was on stage, the stench of alcohol thickening around him. He jabbed a finger at Ritz. “Now you listen here, you better tell your boss! My wife Jane got taken, and you guys need to hurry up, find her, and bring her back! March yourselves into that fog and arrest the whole damn parade!”

“Understood,” replied Ritz. “I will let him know.”

“And if you don’t, it’ll be your head, got it?!”

The people nearby stirred at that. So did Nick. There was danger in that man’s tone. Was he threatening Ritz?! Nick’s blood started to boil, and he unconsciously strode forward, ready to give the guy a piece of his mind for talking to his friend like that...!

“... Yes, sir.”

Ritz’s expression went eerily blank, as though she’d sunk to the depths of a deep, dark lake.

“Huh?”

Nick froze on the spot. Her eyes... they were lifeless. Ice crawled up his legs and shot through his entire body at the sight. He’d never seen Ritz like that... but at the same time, something about her face was giving him the oddest sense of déjà vu. Where had he seen it before...? His thoughts whirled around, locking his legs in place as he tried to remember.

While he was lost in thought, the drunkard was still hollering. “Useless woman” this, “cheeky girl” that, “ladies should stay in the kitchen,” on and on he went until he eventually tired, turned, and tottered his way out of the station.

As soon as the man left the building, Ritz’s ramrod stiff posture relaxed just a touch. She allowed herself a brief sigh. Another woman, this one an actual receptionist, piped up from behind her, “Good job, Ritz. That was a rough one.” She patted the officer on the shoulder.

Ritz slightly dipped her head in a vague approximation of a nod. The blank look was gone from her face – she looked as lively as ever again.

“Ah!” The second Nick saw that, he rushed up. “Ritz!”

She turned her head and blinked, finally noticing him. Alarm flashed across her face. “Nick? Why are you here, is everything all right?!”

Nick sighed in relief. For a second there, he thought he’d gotten the wrong person! But this was definitely the same old Ritz. “All good! I just came to bring you something.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah!... But before that, what was with that guy just now?! I was thiiis close to socking him in the face!” Nick gritted his teeth, still seething. His arms unconsciously squeezed the paper bag he was holding with an audible crinkle.

Ritz blinked blankly, then shrugged. “That sort of thing is normal around here.”

“Normal?” repeated Nick, outraged. “That’s normal? I see those kinds of guys come by the pub sometimes, but I didn’t think they’d be here at the police station, too!”

“We get all sorts here,” Ritz said nonchalantly. Her gaze slid to the bag in Nick’s arms. “So, what did you bring me?”

The woman behind Ritz piped up again, “Oh, you know what, this is actually good timing. Ritz, why don’t you go take a break with your boyfriend?” She lightly pressed a hand to Ritz’s back, urging her forward.

Ritz whipped around, eyes so wide they were almost popping out of their sockets and blinking like crazy. “He is not my boyfriend! He’s just, uh... a-an acquaintance, that’s all!”

Nick and the other woman watched her shake her head back and forth hard. It was a wonder she didn’t break her neck.

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“I’m hurt, Ritz....”

“... And I’ve told you I’m sorry several times already.”

“I was never your friend, I was just an acquaintance, huuuh.~~~” Nick squinted at Ritz, his face scrunched up in mock offense.

The two were on the riverbank behind the station. Ritz was leaning on the railing facing the water looking a little like she had a particularly sour candy in her mouth. Clearly, she was regretting her choice of words earlier.

“An acquaintance wouldn’t come all this way just to bring you food, you know?! You better eat it while it’s still warm!” Still pouting, Nick thrust the bag in his arms to Ritz.

“Thank you,” she murmured. Police officers couldn’t actually accept any gifts from civilians, but she couldn’t very well tell him that right now. “But why now? You’ve never done this before....” She peered inside the bag to see a fresh hot sandwich filled with thick-cut bacon, gooey cheese, tomatoes, and homemade mustard. Her stomach gave a low grumble as the smell hit her nostrils. Nick was right, she really needed to sink her teeth into this before it went cold.

“’Cause we’re celebrating! So I made a bunch of my special sandwiches!~”

“Celebrating?”

“Yup! ‘Cause Ellie woke up!☆”

Ritz was already reaching into the bag, but her hand halted mere inches from the bread as her head whipped up. “WHAT?! Ellie regained consciousness?!”

“Yup yup!”

“But didn’t Owl say it might be some time before she would?”

“Yeah, he did. He was just wrong this time.” Nick’s previous petulance had vanished, replaced by a beaming smile. “And honestly, I don’t mind if he gets stuff like this wrong whenever he wants, since, y’know.”

Nick’s good cheer was infectious. Ritz couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

Ellie.

The girl was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, but she was also a dear friend in the eyes of everyone at the Owl Detective Agency. Ever since the angel Mastema had snatched her away, she’d been completely dead to the world. Naturally, Ritz was beyond ecstatic to hear she’d finally opened her eyes.

“Oh! Oh, yes, absolutely, I’ve never been happier to hear he was wrong! How wonderful! But is she in good health? Has she managed to get out of bed?”

“She sure has! In fact, she’s so fine you’d never believe she was asleep for so long. The first thing she did when she woke up was say she was hungry and try to go down to the kitchen.”

“Really? Oh, that’s such a relief! I was so worried!”

“Yup! Which is why I thought I should come tell you straightaway, but yesterday we all got into the fridge and pulled all the sandwiches out for a little party without you, so this is your share. Sorry I was a little late.”

“Ahh....” Ritz nodded, peering down at the sandwich in the back with a small smile. She pulled it out and took a single bite. It wasn’t the sort of thing you’d get from a specialty shop, but she found it delicious all the same. The savory taste of the baked bread and bacon flooded her mouth. “This is excellent, thank you,” she told Nick between large bites. When she was about halfway through, she mumbled to herself, “I wonder how long it’s been since I had a meal that tasted good....”

She may have been talking to herself, but Nick heard it all the same, and he refused to let that slide. His mind flashed to the incident earlier, and his shoulders slumped. “Ahh... that drunk guy just now?”

“Yes, well....”

“Who was he, anyway?”

“... As a police officer, I’m afraid I can’t say anything about that.”

“I really, really, reeeally hated that guy!”

Ritz chuckled. She didn’t voice her agreement, but he’d taken the words right out of her mouth anyway.

“And y’know, I kinda didn’t think you’d see drunk jerks like that outside of pubs, but here they are out in the world,” Nick continued, now back in full tirade mode. He suddenly paused, though, his eyebrows rising. “So he must’ve been why you were looking into that whole occult Demon Parade story, huh? So wait, when you weren’t out investigating, were you working at the counter the whole time? ‘Cause the papers were saying how there’s so much happening around the city that the police don’t have enough manpower to deal with it all! You aren’t out with the rest of them?”

The smile slid off Ritz’s face like water, every muscle in her face tensing. Nick instantly realized he shouldn’t have gone there, but it was too late now – the question was out in the open. She took another slow bite of her sandwich. To Nick, it looked like she was trying to cram her emotions down with the food. Once she swallowed, she took another few seconds to gather herself before she answered. “I was removed from any and all active investigations... since I was told there were plenty of hands on deck as-is....”

“Wait, what? Removed? But you’ve been working so hard!”

“Y-Yes, well, this sort of thing has been going on for some time... but I did try, you know, to participate in a proper investigation. But then that man kicked up such a fuss that my superior said, ‘You’re in charge of his case,’ and that was that.” Her voice lowered to a mere whisper as she added, “I should never have accepted that commendation for the auction case....”

“Wait a sec, is your boss that old guy who was running things back at the auction? Ritz, he’s totally jealous of you!” Now Nick was steaming. “And you’re handling that guy’s case by yourself? That’s just mean! Your boss is a real piece of work! If he’s not letting you investigate, then he just doesn’t understand how great you really are!”

“... Huh?”

“Oh, now I’m mad. Why’s he gotta do that, huh? You’d be solving cases left and right if you were out there.”

Ritz blinked. He was so enraged, on her behalf. “... Nick – th-thank you, for saying that.” She ducked her head slightly, her words coming out shy and halting. “I didn’t expect that from you. You’re always calling me ‘untrained’ or ‘incompetent.’ Do you... really think I’m a capable police officer?”

“Ah –” Whoops. Nick had let his actual feelings slip out while he was ranting. He averted his gaze, pointedly looking anywhere but Ritz. “Weeeell... I mean, you are untrained, but I know you’re working really hard, so....”

“Oh please, be honest with yourself,” Ritz teased. “You know I wouldn’t mind in the slightest if you said what you were really thinking. ‘Oh, Ritz is the smartest, bravest person around!’”

“I-I don’t think that!” Oh, he was really embarrassed now. Curse him for complimenting her without thinking! He turned away with a pout that quickly faded into faux dejection. “So, I guess you don’t need this, huh?” he mumbled, reaching into his bag and pulling out a notebook.

“What is this?” Ritz accepted it with a puzzled frown.

“Well, y’know with all these Demon cases cropping up nowadays, everyone’s been so busy that no one can organize all the info they’re getting properly, right? So I thought, okay, I’ll just do that myself, so I found all the times and places Demons showed up and put it all together so it was easy to read.”

“Oh....” Ritz opened the notebook to find pages of notes in Nick’s messy handwriting with all the information on the Demons he could find in minute detail. He really was an excellent informant – he’d even recorded the most trivial of details. She was honestly touched by all his effort.

But.... “This is... great, but... I don’t have any use for this at the moment,” she said with an apologetic grimace. “And after you went to all this work... I’m sorry.”

“I see.... Well, that’s a shame.” Nick took the notebook back and stuffed it back in his bag with a shrug.

Just then, a new voice cut through the air. “Hey there, li’l miss, having lunch with your boyfriend out here?”

“Must be nice, getting to relax like that.”

Two officers had spotted Ritz as they were passing by and decided to call out to her, speaking in the exact same condescending tone as the first cop Nick had run into when he’d come into the station. Her expression grew tight. “... Relax...?” she mumbled.

Nick noticed her displeasure. With a scowl, he turned to the two officers and called back, “I’m not her boyfriend! I’m a detective!”

“A detective?” one of them repeated incredulously.

“An apprentice one, but yeah.”

The two officers drew closer. “What’s an apprentice detective doing around here?” one of them asked.

“Playing along with the missy’s little games of pretend?” the other guessed. Identical arrogant grins spread across their faces.

Nick’s brows furrowed. If Owl were here, would he just blow them off? he wondered. No, he’s actually pretty childish sometimes, probably not. He raised one hand to his face, his pointer finger and thumb forming a perfect circle in front of his eye like a scope as he appraised the men before him. His nose twitched. “You think it’s play-pretend?” he mused aloud. A smile suddenly slashed across his face, his pitch rising to that of an innocent child. “I may be young, but I’m the real deal! You there, you’re on bad terms with your wife – if you ever wanna know what she’s up to, give me a holler! And if you want to know what kind of present to give to your very young lover, just ask me! Not my boss, though, he gives really bad advice!”

“Hah?!”

“How do you –”

The two men stopped in their tracks and traded bewildered looks. “D-Don’t just say stuff like that without thinking it through, idiot!” one shouted before the pair turned on their heels and hurried away again.

Nick stuck his tongue out at their retreating backs. “What was with them? Creeps! Ugh, the day I start acting like those old guys is the day I die!~”

“... What was with you just now?” Ritz pointed after the two, head tilted. “Bad terms with his wife? Young lover? What was that?”

Nick puffed out his chest with a proud chuckle and a thumbs-up. “I was copying Owl.~”

“Copying Owl....”

Nick nodded and put on a pompous voice. “Oh, it was a simple deduction, Ritz. One of them had a wedding ring on, but his shirt and tie were wrinkled – a clear sign his wife isn’t interacting with him right now. And the other one was wearing a cologne favored by younger men that didn’t match him at all, right? He had a ring, too, but for a married man like him to want to fit in with the younger crowd, well... there’s only one possible explanation for that, isn’t there?~~”

“Well....”

“It’s the most basic of basics of deduction.” Nick dropped the voice. “There were other things I figured out as well. I mean, honestly, I was half-bluffing, but based on that guy’s face, there’s no way he’s actually getting along with his wife – I was totally on the mark there.”

Faced with Nick’s beaming smile, Ritz could only murmur, “... Amazing. You were almost like a real detective yourself.”

“Oh, come oooon,” groaned Nick. “Not ‘almost,’ I am a real detective apprentice! I’m always watching what Owl does and learning the ropes.” His chest puffed out even more. “It shows, right?”

“It....” Ritz couldn’t meet his proud gaze. Her eyes fell to the ground. “You’re amazing,” she murmured again. “I would love to produce results like that myself.”

“... Ah.” Did I say something I shouldn’t have again? Nick fretted. Her face had gone all gloomy again! His mind whirled for a few seconds as he whined under his breath, desperate for something to say. Then he landed on it. “Hey, Ritz, when you’re done with work today, did you wanna come by the office?”

“Huh?”

“To celebrate Ellie’s recovery! We can have another sandwich party with you this time!” He tilted his head to try and meet Ritz’s eyes. “You wanna see her, right?”

“Y-Yes, of course I would,” Ritz replied with a nod. But she soon frowned as if she’d just remembered something. “But....”

“But?”

“I have a meeting to go to tonight....”

“A meeting? What’s it for?”

“... It’s....”

“Knowing you, it’s a volunteer thing, right? Oh, wait, maybe it’s that ‘women’s liberation movement’ that’s been getting real popular lately?”

Ritz nodded again. “Y-Yes, that’s it.”

“I see! Makes sense, I can see you there,” mused Nick. “But do you have even a little time? Ellie’s been wanting to see you, too. We told her you came by while she was unconscious and now she wants to say thank you.”

“I don’t need thanks for that!”

“See? At least poke your head in for a bit. I’ll make some sandwiches you can eat when your meeting’s on break and keep ‘em warm for you. You like the Wiltshire ham Byron keeps in stock, right? There’s still some left with your name on it!” Nick was pulling out all the stops to try and lift Ritz’s spirits. He wasn’t exactly sure if inviting her for a meal would do the trick, but honestly, he didn’t have any other ideas.

Maybe she noticed how badly he wanted her to feel better, because her troubled expression lightened just a touch, enough to restore a faint smile to her face. “Do I look like such a glutton to you?” she asked, fixing Nick with a pointed yet teasing glare. “If you really want to invite me over for a meal, you should at least provide some chocolate cake.”

“Huuuh?~~ Byron’s cake’s on a whole other level, I can’t make that. I’ve been reading his recipes and I only just figured out how to make pancakes, can you make do with that?” Nick peered up at Ritz with giant puppy eyes.

She stared at him for a moment longer in silence before nodding. “... Well, then, I will drop by for a bit later tonight,” she said.

“Really?”

“Yes, once work is done.”

“Yes! Got it! We’ll be waiting!” Nick bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to contain his excitement.

Ritz raised a single finger. “But please keep Owl out of the kitchen.” “Well, duh.”

original written by Nagaya Kawaji here

#kotonoha project #here we go! time for a parade!

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scrarefest · 2 years

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It’s Friday Eve! We’re celebrating with another round of releases. Grab some popcorn and enjoy a nice break with these unique fics featuring business rivals, old flames, old friends, and feelings found inside a barn. The week is almost over, friends. You deserve it.

DAY 4 REVEALS

White Flag [Ted/Miguel - M - 8,080]

Ted chokes on his spit causing Miguel to glance up from his spot by the steamy bathroom doorway and nearly fall over in shock, it's a miracle he manages to keep a tight grip on his towel.

Ted's eyes bulge and his mouth gapes, he finds his pulse rocketing and then the heat of a full body blush as it washes over him. What the hell is going on? Why is his business rival half naked in his hotel room? And more importantly.. how the hell is he more ripped than Ted is?

left unsaid [Jake/Mutt - T - 5,874]

A day in the barn life, feat. various plants, oppressive summer heat, and Mutt quietly having emotions about literally everything.

I Can’t Stand the Rain(e) [David/Jake - T - 5,323]

David could go to the store, but he’d already told Patrick he won’t be there today. The café is out, too, and so is just taking a walk around town, for the same reasons—he might run into Patrick, or Stevie, or, god forbid, Sebastien. None of his usual options are going to work today, but if he doesn’t do something to get out and distract himself, he’s pretty sure he’s going to lose his fucking mind and end up locking himself in his mother’s closet.

He closes his eyes, focusing on his breathing again, and feeling his skin prickle with nervous energy. He flips through the mental Rolodex of limited distractions available to him without money, reliable means of transportation, or an elaborate disguise… and only one option comes to mind.

After beating Sebastien at his own game, David visits another former lover—but gets more than the simple distraction he was looking for.

Summer, Spring, Winter, or Fall: The Story of Two Unlikely Friends [Gen (Ray, Ronnie) - T - 3,322]

Ray and Ronnie's friendship through the years. That's it. That's the story.

i don’t know where i been lately, but now i’m alright [Gen (Patrick, Twyla) - T - 2751]

“Yeah, I’m new,” Patrick clarifies, “but I’ll be staying for a bit.”

“Well, then,” Twyla replies, flashing another winning smile as she grabs his soup bowl and empty beer glass, “welcome to Schitt’s Creek. Glad to have you here.”

“Thanks. Glad to be here.”

It’s not the truth, not by a long shot, but it’s further away from an outright lie than he expects.

the wedding planners [Stevie/Ruth, Gen (David, Mrs. Clancy) - G - 1,304]

David: I can’t believe you and Ruth eloped Stevie: Are you actually mad that we eloped or that we didn’t tell you about it David: Honestly I’m running on so much adrenaline it feels like kind of both David: like equally Stevie: If it helps Ruth’s mom is yelling at her right now, because she didn’t tell her family either David: ... David: Actually yes, that does help thank you

Or, David and Ruth's mom plan Stevie and Ruth's wedding part 2.

[Podfic] The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose [Alexis/Twyla - T - 1:58:39]

My name is Alexis Rose. But you knew that already, didn't you?

There's no need for shyness. You don't need to pretend that you didn't Google me before you read this article, or that you don't know who I am. I shouldn't misspeak, though: you think you know who I am. You have an idea of who Alexis Rose is.

Maybe you've never seen any of my movies. Maybe you think I'm washed up, someone only your parents care about. Maybe you think I'm irrelevant. Maybe you think I'm a whore.

Oh, don't duck your head. I guarantee you're not the first person to ever let that idea enter your mind, and you won't be the last.

In 2015, Alexis Rose pens a tell-all for Vogue, promising to finally tell the truth about all seven of those infamous husbands and then some…

CREATORS: If your works were released today, please don't forget to update your posting date!

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anotherghoul666 · 1 year

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For the "what do I look like" thing:

I know you're short, this has been established. I picture longer legs and shorter torso. Jeans and band shirts. Boots, obviously. No tattoos, maybe pierced ears but that's all for body mods. Pale skin with short blond hair. Light eyes. Will occassionally dress up irl, but will do it more willingly as part of a power play situation. (This is solely based on the boots with fishnets pic).

How did I do, my dear?

Never before now have I put in any thought in whether my legs were longer than my torso, so I had to look XD I guess they are a bit? Like a 3/5 legs 2/5 torso maybe? I have no clue hahaha

Jeans and band t-shirts are a yes. Boots when going out is accurate too, tho I preserve my leather boots, especially in winter. So I have several pairs depending on the weather I'm heading out into and how much I care about said boots. My real nice dom(me) boots are almost exclusively an indoors wear.

Wrong on tattoos, I have several! And something like 50+ ideas I want in my tattoo list XD I fucking love getting tattooed. If my artist lived closer, I would be COVERED already. Unfortunately she lives in a whole ass other province, so opportunities to further our projects are limited. I'm trying to find a local artist I vibe with enough to continue getting inked. I hope before I die I get to have every inch of my skin real-estate covered and beautifully decorated (besides the hands, feet and the face which I'm not interested in getting done as of right now.) Life goal! Pierced ear one one side only, three lobes, and I hated every second of it. Never getting another piercing in my life, no matter how much I love the look. My body HATES healing them and I have some medical trauma related to my attempts XD I got the hint hahaha.

Pale skin is right, I am TRANSPARENT XD As in, legit see-through white, my veins are super visible and blue, I love it. I turn into a boiled lobster within minutes in the sun, #IrishHeritage As for the hair, yes to short, blond-adjacent? It's more of an ashen blonde / chestnut leaning with a red tone in the sun, that's also the #IrishHeritage along with the Nordic, Canadian European mutt-blood XD When I don't dye it of course, which right now I'm not doing to give the hair a health recovery break. My eyes aren't super light but they're not dark either, they're kinda right in the middle. They do that amber with the green circle around thing.

Literally the only reason I'd ever dress up would be, indeed, for a BDSM party or for a high protocole date or something like that. And even then, I am very much a "play in your pjs if you wanna, you're still dominant" kind of person, because dominance is a mindset and actions taken, not a way to dress. So it's very rare I dress up, but it will happen once in a blue moon, for events with a dress code or for pictures or a specific goal. But like, I'm the person who will go to a job interview, a funeral, a big family dinner and a fancy restaurant date in a metal t-shirt and I don't give a fuck XD

You did pretty good! You were either spot on or pretty close for most things, besides the "no tattoos" thing that's a big -1 point haha. Well done Miasma, thanks for playing!! :D :D :D

#asks

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frogtanii · 3 years

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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

℗ poker face

so... this is it

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saturatedboy · 3 years

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Hai! I have another request ( if it's okay ) can you do a donna x fem pirate reader where Donna is just wondering around with Angie when she found a portal to another dimension that leads to a beach where the reader's ship is alongside the shore then they went to inspect it but ended up being caught by the crew and brought her to the captain of the ship ( which is the reader )

Donna Beneviento X F!Reader

Quick talk, this will be in two parts. I missed some of your idea to keep for the next part because I had ended up getting caught in writing this that I completely forgot to check through the request again. My deepest apologise for that but I promise to have the next part up soon.

Part 2- https://saturatedboy.tumblr.com/post/657437883445166080/donna-beneviento-x-fempiratereader

Requests: Open

Words: 3k

The fragrance of sugar and chocolate had diffused around the small room. Sat back in her chair was none other that Lady Beneviento, Donna. Brining the china cup up to her slightly chapped lips, she sipped the Earl Grey tea and sighed in delight as the steaming liquid ran down into her stomach system. Gently placing her cup down, she looked to the other side of the small round table that was surrounded by nature's plants. At the other end was Angie, the doll, chewing down on some Victorian sponge cake. Donna raised her dainty hand to her lips to hide the small smile that had sketched itself onto her face. Keeping her lips pursed together, she held in the chuckle that threatened to escape from Angie having some icing around her mouth. Pushing the chair out, the metal scraping amongst the wooden floor, Donna had raised herself out from her chair and walked over to Angie, picking up a napkin that was settled in the middle of the table.

Making her way towards Angie, she took the doll's head within her hand and dapped at the white smooth icing that had coated her mouth. "I know you can't feel but please do try to be careful when eating." Donna spoke softly, folding the used napkin up and placing it next to Angie's now finished plate.

"Yeah yeah, I know. But now we have had our afternoon tea, I think it's time for an adventure!" Gliding up from her own chair this time, which was stacked with books so Angie could reach the table when sat, the doll had grabbed it's toymakers hand and whooshed out through the many corridors.

"Angie, I wasn't finished with my drink," The whine came from Donna's mouth, her veil flying behind her unmasked face as she tried her best to keep up with her doll's quick speed when flying. Angie however completely ignore the cries of Donna and dragged her to he front of the manor by the cloak rack. A stern look had edged its way onto Donna's features as she was still upset about her tea going cold.

"I will make you more after a walk in the woods!" Angie swirled herself around the cloak rack and grabbed a black cloak for Donna to ear. Twirling herself around Donna, Angie placed the cloak on and tied the front into a bow. "There now lets go!" Donna shook her head slowly and flipped her veil over her face, only to follow Angie out of the manor, still wishing she could of finished her cup of tea.

"10 green bottles on a wall...10 GREEN BOTTLES ON A WALL!" Donna mentally screamed in her head as she listened to Angie scream. Although her behaviour would be accepted in the manor, Donna was very against of any attention outside her territory, which to her was mostly the manor.

"Angie, please keep it down a little," She whispered, closing her eyes as she followed the familiar path through her woods. Angie groaned loudly and dropped her arms to place weight onto her float. She let her eyes turns about as she started to spin in the air to give herself entertainment since she wasn't allowed to be loud.

"Spinning I am, spinning indeed." Angie talked to herself as she continued spinning, completely unaware of Donna having her eyes closed behind her veil as she herself was subconsciously following Angie's voice. As Angie was spinning, being unaware of her surroundings, she came connected to a rather large tree that had branches sprouting far and wide. "OW!" She screeched, altering Donna of the sudden pain. Donna opened her eyes and hurried towards Angie who was now sat on the dirt floor looking up at what she knocked into. "WOAH!" She cried out as she was back up floating around the large trunk. "When were you going to tell me you have a huge tree!?" She questioned Donna, circling around the trunk once and gliding towards Donna to settle onto her shoulder.

"I...didn't." Much just like Angie, Donna was also curious about the tree. She knew her territory like the back of her hand and she was more than sure that this tree had just came out of nowhere. Kneeling down onto the slightly soggy dirt, she inspected the large roots that were coted in a slimy orange substance. Dragging a finger through the slime, she fiddled with it between her index and thumb. "How strange, I haven't seen anything like this before."

"Oooooo maybe it's magic!" Angie threw her hands wide, her head doing a full 360 as she wriggled herself about on Donna's shoulder. Donna wiped the substance off her fingers onto the ground, pulling herself back onto her feet as she stared through her black veil at the now growing orange. "Erm Donna, what did you do?" Angie asked, watching as the orange had sprouted its way higher up the tree from the roots, to the trunk and so on, accompanied by a slight rumbling erupting from what sounded like inside the trunk.

"I have no idea Angie!" Shielding herself and Angie with her hands by crouching and hugging Angie close, Donna closed her eyes as the orange glow grew lighter and brighter in colour, changing into a warm white. She felt her body became much warmer as her head began to spin. Not knowing what was going on, she felt the faint touch of breeze brushing through her cloak. Letting herself fall onto her side, Angie still in grasp, Donna curled around and let whatever was going on to happen.

"-off mine. Go scrub the lower decks Decker."

"And why should I! I was only takin' a look!" Donna groaned as she felt the sudden feel of sickness wash over her body. She curled tighter as she felt like her body was swaying side to side. Trying to pride her eye open, she was met with the once darkness she had remember seeing from when she was first experimented on with the Cadou. A deep feeling of fear washed over her

"Because I'm the captain and you don't want to make the Captain angry now do ya boy?" Donna's fear increased at the sound of the voice. It was dripping in venom and threats that even she felt frightened of. The voice wasn't familiar either and the accent was one she hadn't heard before, Donna could've swore she knew everyone from the village, even the small children that had wished to see her to make flowers crowns with her when the festivals would be around.

"No ma'am-"

"Captain Decker. I am your Captain. Now off ye go boy before I get Slasher on ya. Beat it." The noise of heavy footprints had sped past Donna's head as she kept still, trying to keep her breathing to a minable. As far as she was now aware, whoever this captain was should be the only person left with her- wait no. Angie....where was Angie? More heavy footprints has walked past her head but whoever this pair has stopped right next to her head. Donna kept still on her side, not daring to even open her eyes in fear her veil may not be covering her face.

Silence was between all of them.

...

"I know you're awake~" The same voice, the Captain's voice this time was right above her ear making Donna squirm under the heat that came from the mouth. Shaking in anticipation, Donna shot her upper body up and pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small against the new person she has came in contact with. Looking up and keeping her eyes wide, she was in complete utter shock. In front of her stood a rather tall woman. Above average height she would compare her height to. Her hair was knotted, having a large Tricorn hat with a white feather place amongst the small nest of hair. A wide grin with small sharp teeth was scarred on the face of the female. She stood tall, a sword hanging from her hip with a long tail coat in white covered her body mostly with the front being open wide. Underneath the tail coat was a white waist coat, hugging the figure perfectly. White tights were worn with brown boots that reached the knee area. Donna's mind flicked to one word and one word only,

Pirate. Just like in the many stories she had read to Angie in the past. In front of her was a pirate, and a good looking one too in her eye. "Say there lassie, ye a long way from home ain't ya?" She spoke loudly, a chuckle rumbling her chest as she stared down at Donna. Donna was beyond speechless, did she transport world? Pirates were made up stories, they belonged in a book but the tree....the tree.

"Donnaaaaaaa," A satisfied sigh left Donna's mouth as she heard the familiar voice of her partner in crime. Looking around her space trying to find where she was, Donna saw blue the surrounded the scratch wood she was on. Looking back at the female pirate, she saw behind her an upper deck that had led to a steering wheel with a large male behind it with a pipe in his mouth. Looking behind herself, Donna saw the bow of what she now knew to be a ship. A sudden grip wrapped itself around Donna's back, a giggle escaping from whoever it was. "Donna we can be pirates! Oh this is a wonderful adventure!" Angie screamed out, squeezing herself under Donna's left arm to hug her from the front instead. Beneviento looked down at Angie, who now had a small hat on top of her grey veil.

"Angie, oh Angie." Donna huffed out as she hugged her doll close, being glad she was safe and not a single scratch on her.

"Gotta say, she's quite the hyper character ain't she. Pretty tough when up against Slasher as well. My mutt was gonna take a swig at 'er head there" Donna glared at the female pirate, feeling invaded and insulted that she would call Angie out on her character so easily like that.

"And you're just a...just a..." Donna threw her head to look back at Angie failing to come up with an insult to fend Angie's honour.

"Don't mind her, she's just head over heels for cute girls like yourself," Donna flicked Angie's head at her sudden words. Donna was sure she wasn't interested in fictional characters. Donna preferred to be clean, not like a pirate who would stay in the dirt and drink beer till they pass out inly to want a 'good time' when it was for their own personal needs. The thought of even dating a pirate sent shivers up her spine.

"I ain't no cute girl, I prefer the words dare devil or even maybe sexy~" The female flirted back, staring directly at Donna. Donna let go of Angie and stood up, her shy demeanour was long gone. She crossed her arms over her chest and threw her veil up not daring to take such immature behaviour from the other. The other had gasped, but not in shock but rather like she had just found treasure.

"Sexy isn't a word to describe such yourself- gosh I don't even know your name."

The pirate smirked, leaning their arm on the grip of their word as she lightly leaned back on her knee. She licked her teeth and smiled peevishly. "The name's (Y/n), however on the sea 'ere the name's Captain Silver-ring." Donna grimaced at the sudden outtake of the 'Captain Silver-ring's hand. She softly knocked it away from herself with her own hand and tutted, Angie watching from the side lines next to a rather buff dog which had seated itself on top of a barrel.

"I prefer it if you didn't touch me (Y/n). Contact by others isn't something I'm much used to." The quick explanation from Donna had created a head tilt from the Captain. She way beyond confused, what was a lassie doing dressed in full black even doing on her boat. Everyone in the area knew that contact was the only quick way to gain any booty, either by stealing or by taking- totally not the same.

The captain slowly nodded her head, a finger drumming on her cheek. "Okay, so ye on my boat with no thoughts of getting any of me treasure? Who are you working for? The Wooden Boot? Maybe you're a stealer for the Crow's Eye. I always knew she would try take me booty." Angie laughed out-loud drawing the attention of all the sailors on board the ship, even Donna.

"She said booty!" Donna covered her eyes slightly, feeling embarrassed. Her she was, a new world with new people and she may end up dying here. Great...just great.

"So if ye not 'ere to steal me booty, why are you 'ere then?" (Y/n) asked suspiciously as she then began to circle Donna, making her feel smaller than ever. Under the intense glare that (Y/n) gave out, Donna could only whimper slightly until the same light headed feeling came back to her just like before she came to be transported here.

"I don't know, I just somehow got here." Donna mumbled, letting herself drop to her knees with her head hung down. (Y/n) waited and stared at Donna, only getting bright eyes when she signalled everyone off top deck. Hurried feet ran down below, leaving just the captain, Donna, Angie and Slasher on top as night began to roll in.

"I never got ye name," (Y/n) said, kneeling down but keeping distance away from Donna after remembering she didn't like contact.

"I'm lady Beneviento-"

"A LADY! Oh my gosh, Where are my manners." Donna raised a brow as she lifted her head, it swirling around a bit, and watched as (Y/n) bowed.

"My Lady Beneviento-" A quiet gasp came from Donna's mouth. Never in her life was she ever called by 'my'- it was oddly comforting. "-I am Captain Silver-Ring, name belonged to me mother who used to be the greatest pirate of all times. I am in her place as Captain of the white vessel, I strive to find the treasure she never found."

Angie began to bounce up and down, the sudden energy that surrounded them all made her giddy- especially the loudness of (Y/n)'s voice. "An what is that treasure?!" Angie asked excitedly, seemingly slightly affected by the same feeling of Donna with the light headedness as she would use her hands to steady herself straight.

"Well, it's simple- kinda." Donna waited for an answer, her vision slightly blurring as she looked up at the Captain who was now on two feet. Swinging her sword out, she raised it high as the sunset light had bounced off the silver blade. "And that is to find the perfect woman to be with forever!"

Just like she was hit with cupid's arrow, Donna fell suddenly to the ground and felt the same sickness run over her body. She dropped in temperature as she held tightly onto the cloak that covered her body. Closing her eye, she sucked her lips in and bit on them to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like throwing up t the moment, gosh no but the burning sensation building up in her stomach would want to beg her to.

Voices rang about in her mind as she curled once again. Letting ridged breaths out through her nose, she no longer smelt the salt that had clogged her nose when she was on that ship. Instead a smell of pine and mud filled her senses. Staying laying down, Donna waited until she felt like she could move and not throw up. Expecting when she opened her eye to be faced with the cocky smirk of the pirate, she was surprised to find Angie- without a pirate hat- looking down at her. "Looks like we are back home." She said, letting herself glide up into the air.

Donna closed her eye and re-opened it. Indeed this was her home. The smell of the mud was familiar to know. Pushing herself up, light headed still evidence within her mind, she watched as Angie looked behind her. "Ya know, that was quiet the adventure. I think we should do it again tomorrow!" Angie exclaimed as she pointed at something. Following her finger, Donna looked behind herself to realise the tree that had gotten themselves into that mess was still there.

"I think I'll skip." Donna said, letting herself lay in the mud. Angie hovered right over Donna, looking down at her with a smirk.

"Too afraid to face Captain Silver-ring?" She teased, wagging her finger at Donna making fake kissing noises. Donna scrunched up mud in her hand and threw it at Angie who laughed in returned. With slightly rosy cheeks, Donna protested against the idea of seeing the Captain again. "Okay okay...maybe I'll show Lady Dimitrescu the tree! ooo I bet (Y/n) would love her. A lady who loves danger, how perfect their match would be."

For unknown reasons to herself, Donna couldn't help but scoff at the name of Dimitrescu. "You know what, I will go back tomorrow. Not like we have much to do anyway," Donna dragged out, her scowl still on her face. She wouldn't let Dimitrescu see her, oh no. She wouldn't allow it.

She found Captain Silver-Ring first, she shall be the one to see her again. "Is this you saying you love her~"

"Angie love is a strong word, one I'm sure Pirates don't use. I'm only going to gather more information- who knows maybe mother would like this tree." Donna bit her lip after her sentence. "Or- we just keep this tree to ourselves and leave it like that?" She questioned mostly herself but either way, Angie replied with a grin.

"Maybe we could help her find a lover and we could ask for information in return to give to Mother Miranda!"

"Yeah....lets do..that." As Angie floated away back to the Manor clearly excited for the next day, Donna stayed laid in the mud questioning herself. A sudden flash back of the Captain's grin came into her mind making her hit her cheeks. "No no Donna, you are a Lady. She is a Pirate. A really...really- awkwardly nice pirate." Closing her eye, Donna laid there silently enjoying the look of the Pirate in her mind on repeat. How weird- she was enjoying remembering the new Captain. A new world.

Her now favourite adventure.

#lady donna beneviento #lady beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #resident evil angie #resident evil x reader #donna beneviento #x fem!reader #resident evill village #residentevil8 #oneshot

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whitefantasy21-blog · 3 years

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Greatly inspired by the many isekai manhwa i have read and is still on the reading list

This is pretty much a self-indulgent fic.

Man, i want to be the child of this rich scammy tsundere daddy that has no self-preservation, pretty sure many wants to be too

MC who is a massive fan of The Trash of the Count's Family had gotten that wish, one day she woke up in a baby body!

She was reborn as Cale Henituse's daughter and cue squealing like a true fan, thank you whatever God that granted me this wish!

however pretty soon she realized that not everything is rainbow and sunshine.

Her father, Cale wasn't Kim Rok Soo but rather the first Cale Henituse, the true trashy young Master of the Count

This, this raised a lot of red flags. Curse you God!

MC was named after her grandparents Jour Thames and Deruth Henituse, therefore getting the name Drew Henituse (I'm terrible at naming so bare with me)

Drew felt a bit embarrassed as Cale stared her adoringly, and made a promise to her that he would be the best father for her

with a smile that melted all her doubts away, she made a resolve to protect this new family of hers, he may not have been the father she initially wanted but he was still a tsundere daddy with self-destructive ways that needed her help... what is with this standards??

Drew Henituse, the secret child of the Trash from the Henituse household is kept hidden even from his own family. If people found out about her, it may bring trouble to his family and he was this close to getting Basen to accept becoming the true heir of the Henituse Family

He continued his trashy ways while secretly raising his baby in the sidelines, ever heard of a shapeshifter? yeah he hired one to pretend to be him whenever he wanted to go under the radar, the shapeshifter is also a nanny whenever he has to come back to his father's home, as far as he could tell it was a two in one situation, a win-win for him.

Everything was fine.

However it all changed when his beloved daughter had brought home a disgusting mutt. It was hate at first sight.

Choi han: . . . Is this yours? I saw her wondering around the street, its dangerous to leave children unattended

Cale's interpretation: What kind of parent are you?? leaving your child to wander about, how negligent.

Cale: . . .

The Shape shifter: Master I am so sorry!

Drew: Daddy can we keep him?

Internally: Yes! let's keep the original hero to protect us!

Cale: . . . Tsk.

Internally: My daughter is already getting seduced by this bastard!

The two kittens that Drew had randomly brought home one day, watched from the sidelines while Drew is already planning on how to rescue the black dragon

Basically, Drew just keep bringing random people (from the tcf cast) home until the Count family finally noticed her existence

Then they started trying to win her over, competing to be her favorite family member however that place will always be reserved for Cale.

Drew's mission is to help mend the bond that was broken in Cale's attempt in protecting his family.

Secretly, she's preparing herself for the day that Cale would switch with Kim Rok Soo, it scares her and breaks her heart when she thought of her Daddy disappearing

But that day will never come to pass as she stumble upon the newly transmigrated Soo Trio

Cale wonders why his daughter is infatuated with Kim Rok Soo, while said person just wishes for someone to take the hyper child away, Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk, the traitors were laughing at him and taking pictures of this adorable sight

2nd take of an isekai fic.

SOME SPOILER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS.

Drew opens her eyes with a gasp, cold sweat dripping as she try to clutch something that was now out of her reach

She looked down at her soft hands, still untainted by scars that will never fade from her heart

She hurried to look for a mirror, a face that she hadn't seen for a long time was staring back at her. . .

They had done it, they went back in time.

a smile blossom on her face but it felt awkward so she just dropped it

Drew hurried to make plans and went look for her father. Face hidden underneath her hood, she watched a young red hair man walks by her.

Drew instantly knew that man wasn't her father, it was a different person living in his body.

It seems she was the only one that went back, however she would still do everything to protect this stranger because he was now Cale Henituse and therefore family

It was everything they fight for, everything they hoped, wished, dreamed for... but why had she been the only one

Sir, (She calls him, she would never call him Father or Cale because it felt like betraying-) she'll soon learn is every bit of stupid and self sacrificing as his namesake

She was too, she would be willing to give her life up to protect this new makeshift family

KRS now known as Cale, looked at the small child with shock, she was filthy and much too thin to be healthy but the face was staring back at him was undeniably, the same face he saw in the mirror just much younger

The guilt of accidentally stealing someone else body crawled back up from where he locked it

Silently he promised the original that he would take care of his daughter in his stead, and he could have imagined but he swore he heard a soft 'thank you'

This MC went through life where the White Star won, the Roan Kingdom was wiped out, Choi han had went insane after losing all of his party members and died, the few survivors were all living in poverty some giving up while others did their best to survive

Drew has a eating disorder, paranoia, and suicidal tendency

It was better to die than to get caught.

It has to be noted, that Drew had never met the Henituse Family before their death and only heard about them

She had met Hong before she regressed, (On had died in their childhood on the streets, after attempting to steal food for them and got caught) the two had a sibling relationship before his untimely death (it was a morbid to think that he died the same way his sister died), that's the reason why she felt closer to him than the other childrens, Raon and On just wanted to be closer to their new little sister

OG!Cale Henituse had died wishing for his daughter to have a better childhood than the one he had provided for her

Drew had found a letter addressed to her from her father, of apologies, broken promises illneverleaveyoubehindipromise, and wishes for her to grow up healthy and happy.

[I'll try to become the best father for you]

Drew lets her tears fall,

"You silly man, you already were"

#trash of the count's family #cale henituse #og!cale henituse

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 years

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All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

...

Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

#ilya writes ❤#jacob black #jacob black x f!reader #jacob black x reader #jacob black fic #twilight #taylor lautner #twilight saga #wolves #werewolves

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popurikat · 3 years

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Trying to make sense of parts of Future (Mystery Skulls)

Since my last analysis went so well I thought I’d make this post as well, especially because Future really did confuse me and I know others might be lost as well; so lets discuss this together! It will be lengthy as I am basically spewing my thoughts out right on the videos immediate release date (there will be a read more option after my first thought to avoid long positng). Well first things first, I wanna address that I've been curious about what kind of spirit Arthur's arm could be (since I am not too well acquainted with any canon on its background part at least) and I think I have concluded that the closest thing to it could be is a Tenome; which is a Yochai that possesses a man's body and moves the eyes to the palms. "found lurking in cemeteries, hands outstretched, as if he has only recently lost his vision and is searching for something. Get close enough, and you’ll find out in quick succession that a) he’s not blind, but looking with eyes embedded in his hands, and b) what he’s looking for is a snack." (fyi, most of my mythos information is coming from Wiki just as a heads up)

And sure enough he found a great source for his hunger. Something he has been EYEING since the start. Which now leads me to my next points on the video...

At first watch I was convinced that each strand found on Mystery’s heart represented a singular soul bond, I thought that blue was for Vivi, Green was for the hand, pink for Lewis, purple for Shiro, Yellow for Lance, Orange for Arthur, and black and white were unknown. Which, didn’t settle right for me. SO I went in and re-watched the clip a couple more times and saw this:

Vivi’s (blue created after she got hurt) and Shiro��s (white created after she died) strands were connected to the strands located next to them. A start and an end. Mystery’s promise to Vivi to stay at her side for generations as he was spared upon prior defeat of Mushi. And then of course we have the promise of power and sustenance for Shrio as they held a symbiotic relationship for most of their lives that was only severed due to an interference. These double strands of fate are especially clearer in the scene with Shiro in Future. As the black strand gets clearer the more she gets injured or emotionally hurt, it eventually leads to the leak of the white strand on her death. Meaning; Black/white=Shiro; Purple/Pink=Lewis; Blue/Green: Vivi; and Orange/Yellow: Arthur. And why am I inclined to believe Lewis and Arthur are apart of Mystery’s heart? Well that's because those two were the only ones fully streaming before Vivi’s and Shiro’s appeared. We know that Arthur lost an arm to Mystery and discovered his identity (ergo losing most of his trust in him) insinuating both strands to arise early on of his color scheme, as well as with Lewis’ death occurring under the protection of Mystery when they were grouped and having his soul go restless/ in pain. It wouldn’t make sense to add family members or side characters not included in the mainline story to this grouping unless they would play an important role in the finale, which isn’t likely since we have only one more video left as Ben stated it was going to be a 5 video series. I am also inclined to believe each person has two strands because of Kitsune lore: “ Kitsune keep their promises and strive to repay any favor. Occasionally a kitsune attaches itself to a person or household. They follow their word of honor. They become self-destructive if they break a promise, and when someone else breaks a promise, they become deadly enemies.” Plus, It would make sense as to why in this short battle Mystery sprouted his last 3 tails when it came to Vivi and Shiro and how their connections affect his power. (more on this in a bit) But, furthermore; if anyone else notices, the Band-Aids on the heart are also remotely located on the sections of Vivi’s and Shiro’s strands specifically because for both, Mystery has vowed to protect them and has failed.

Now then lets talk about a few things on Mystery’s ultimate form shall we? The final form of a Kitsune, its celestial form as shown here is called a Tenko. (yes I am aware of the Kumiho, but that is a fully evil, flesh eating, 9 tailed fox that specialize in illusions and well Mystery has never been portrayed as human). The Tenko makes even more sense when taken into consideration that Mystery’s third eye (typically a form of wisdom connected to overpowering the mortality of ones self) opens. So how was this done in such a short amount of time? “Kitsune do not accept aid from those who are not willing. they do not ask for help, and as such, most aid must come from another's initiative. Kitsune are emotional and very vengeful. Kitsune will lose their temper at the slightest provocation. Once someone has earned a kitsune's enmity, the kitsune will begin enacting revenge that can become quite extreme. On the other hand, those who have earned a kitsune's trust and loyalty will see a friendship that can last through many trials. Freedom is very important to the kitsune. They do not accept being forced into something they do not wish, and do not like being bound or trapped. Doing so weakens the kitsune.” Mystery as we know is very much controlled by his emotions, going head first into things constantly based on reaction and his inability to control his power under distress. His tails arose in the fight sequence every time he fulfilled his oath AND used 100% of his form/power. Therefore, his tails grew because he wasn’t holding back anymore, not his grievances, not his appearance, nor his hesitance in his evident distress of being bound to two entities that both required his aid. My last note on these images comes from a tumblr user’s reverse audio clipping (https://nebulous-rain.tumblr.com/post/633555549749952512/ok-so-yknow-that-one-reversed-part-of-future). The rewind of the clip of Mystery’s transformation plays “When I’m With You”, which yes, cool a possible Easter egg to the next song! BUT what is this song about? Let me just bring up the first line of the song: “You got me hanging by a THREAD...I wish I could turn back time...I wish I could rewind life...” and before the chorus “I’m gonna make it right”. We know that this can refer to rectifying the wrongs of Lewis’ death, but more accurately to do so we need to defeat the evil inside this mutt that is pulling the strings of this whole fiasco. And this might just be the intro portion of the next mystery skulls mind you as we’ve also gotten many false starts with the previous two videos where hellbent used “every note” and future used “enemies” alongside the main song. BUT WE HAVE TWO YEARS ANYWAY, WHY BABBLE ON ABOUT THIS. LETS MOVE ON!

Hearts in this series have not been just for identifying the dead or for aesthetic purposes, they are the life force of each powerful legend. I am actually surprised to see Shiro have a heart as she started off as a creation from Mystery and therefore her lifeforce is just his blood and without it she is nothing. I am curious about her color pallet though, her heart is purple and pink. Lewis’ is gold/yellow with touches of orange. And Mystery’s is just red, but it has a mix of everyone’s essence within it to keep it tied and whole. Shiro’s could be colored this way in reference to Lewis’ aid to help find her creator; which would explain why Mystery surrounds himself by color as he required outside help and how Lewis’ heart is yellow in reference to how recently Arthur helped him remember his friends/hidden memories. One thing we have learned about hearts is that they can be broken repeatedly and can be ripped apart from the body, but they can be repaired too through resolution/hope. Lewis restored his heart in hellbent by using Vivi’s flower petals and finding hope that he will get revenge, only for his heart to be repaired again through Arthur’s touch. Shiro may have withered away, but her heart is essentially not broken, she’d need Mystery to restore it as it was flung into space (and that again relies on Mystery finding his sanity and finding it in himself to even bring her back). And as for Mystery himself, he’s gonna need the whole gang to reach out to him to extract the parasite within and restore balance. I really want to know more about the heart properties and how they give their users their powers as well Vivi is able to summon her strength through a material connection (bat) that function in its own way as the vessel a heart does since its connecting her to her ancestry.

NOW to finalize, I offer you two queries:

WHO IS ARTHURS HAND REACHING FOR!? I know it seems like Mystery, but that would be counter productive for the hand demon if he has Arthur interfering with his control. Is it still after Lewis as we’ve seen previous times where his arm acts up only in Lewis’ presence and when specifically other “magic” is at play? If so, is the goal to ward off Lewis and Vivi from defeating Mystery? Is Arthur gonna use the arm to find his own power as we’ve seen when he is able to momentarily cease control of it he kinda ruins anything electrical he touches and well, electricity is currently running rampant in there.

and lastly, I am really curious how touch sensitive hearts are, We know that even the smallest of brushes can detect memory/links to the person holding it (as seen with how Shiro managed to get soul flowers in hellbent), but the fact that Lewis was so in touch with the feeling of Arthur EVEN THOUGH ARTHUR GRABBED HIS HEART THROUGH HIS METAL HAND MIND YOU!, that he still managed to feel the disturbance instantly. So my question is, is the touch sensitivity reliant on how close someone is to someone? I would like to say yes cause when Shiro touched his heart he didn’t react instantly, he felt her rummaging his memories and was awoken, but he didn’t kick her butt by fully reforming until after she had long since stepped on his heart and then forced the memory of Mystery to arise. But yeah, its a nice little detail.

Either way, thanks for reading! Feel free to add on, comment, or even dm me about more Mystery Skulls information and theories! Love to hear them!

#Mystery Skulls #MSA #mystery skulls animated #future #MSA future #Mystery skulls animated future #Lewis #Lewis Pepper #arthur #arthur kingsmen #Vivi #vivi yukino #Shiro #Shiromori #???#Arthur's arm #Mystery #theories #theory

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kaitoujokerscans · 3 years

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The Night the Silver Cape is Set Ablaze CH6

<6> The Lady Spy and Phantom Thief Girl

At the same time as when Spade was talking to Noir, a minor commotion was taking place aboard a luxury sleeper train coursing through a European ravine.

"Stop! Don't let her get away!"

The train shook with a clunking noise, and stern-faced men in dark uniforms trampled through the carriage. They were chasing after a tiny silhouette dashing ahead. The silhouette opened the door connecting to the next carriage and ran into the hallway. Although the hallway floor was made of old wood, the silhouette's footsteps were completely silent.

There came a loud bang from behind her. A pistol bullet streaked past the side of the silhouette.

"Tsk!" The silhouette clicked her tongue, then opened the door to the next carriage and jumped in. This was the first class carriage — a passenger car with numerous private cabins. Through the earpiece she wore, she heard an order to the uniformed men — "The target's headed towards the front! Cut her off on both sides!". She was listening in to their radio comm.

They'll be coming from the front too, soon enough...

The tiny silhouette came to a stop in the middle of the carriage. Right next to her was the door to a guest cabin.

The silhouette was a little old lady in black tights. She would have been at least seventy years old. Yet her hair was a glistening white, and her skin had a healthy sheen. Least suggestive of her age was the look in her eyes. She was keeping watch for enemies in front of her and staying cautious of enemies approaching from behind at the same time.

Her name was Agent Purple. She was a veteran spy of a country to remain unnamed and was still an active intelligence agent. Purple had just stolen a top-secret file from an influential person in a certain country. She had received intel that it was being moved on this train and, putting her petite stature to good use, had skillfully swiped the file without alerting anyone. It was an easy job for Purple.

But it so happened that a newbie spy allied with her country had been caught elsewhere and let slip that Purple was on board.

Good heavens... Young'uns these days have no backbone... Purple sighed and, focusing her attention to the front, reached for the small firearm lashed around her leg.

Anxiety bubbled within Purple. The round of enemy fire had grazed Purple's arm. It was only a scratch, but still, moving it even slightly made pain course through her arm. Usually she would have no issue with firing at this range, but if enough enemies stormed her from both front and back, she wasn't sure she'd be able to make every shot.

Though it doesn't look like I have a choice... Purple steeled herself. She heard bellows come from both in front and behind her. Just as Purple's hand hovered over her firearm... the guest cabin door swung open, and someone grabbed Purple's arm.

"...!" With her opposite hand, Purple immediately reached for the knife at her hip. But she didn't stab anything. Because the person grabbing her said this to her:

"Come with me, Grandma."

When the uniformed men stepped out of the linked cars into the first class carriage, the target they had been pursuing wasn't in the hallway. The train was chugging along at high speed. She couldn't escape out the windows. Which meant that she had to have entered one of the cabins along the hallway.

The boss gave the order to his men to search the cabins. The men didn't know anything about the spy who was their target, other than that she was short. They entered the rooms one by one and inspected who was inside. Because this was the first class carriage, the occupants all had posh appearances. None of the passengers looked like they could be a spy. But it was possible that she was disguised.

Politely and carefully, the uniformed men examined each individual guest. Eventually, they stood in front of the cabin at the very middle.

One of the men knocked on the door.

"Yes?" came a young woman's voice from inside.

"This is the railway authority. We've received word that an intruder snuck on board, thus we are presently conducting an inspection of all cabins."

"I understand. Come in," responded the female voice, not suspecting the man was lying.

Two men entered and saw that there was a girl and an old woman inside. They were sitting across from each other on plush emerald green seats. The girl, her blonde hair done up in twintails, turned to the men with a puzzled look. "Has something happened?"

The girl was wearing an aqua-colored dress. She gave off a refined air — probably the daughter of a rich family. Then suddenly, one of the men took a frightening tone and demanded, "Hey, did anyone come in here?"

"N-No..." The girl replied, startled.

"She telling the truth, Grandma!?" The man said menacingly to the old woman sitting across from the girl. But the old woman's eyes were focused outside the window and she wouldn't face him.

"My grandmother is hard of hearing. I can answer your questions!" The girl nearly shrieked.

"Check their luggage."

The other man tried to pick up the large traveling bag next to the old woman. Then the girl stood up, shouting. "Stop! Not that bag!"

"Shut up! You're hiding something, aren't you!"

"Of course not! Please, just don't!"

"You're sounding more and more suspicious to me!" The man took out his gun and pointed it at the girl. The girl gasped, her face paled, and she sat back down.

The other man undid the clasp of the traveling bag and slowly opened it, when...

"BARK BARK BARK!" A white dog bounded out of the bag and jumped at the man's face.

"WAUUUGH!?" The man threw his head back in a panic. The dog wouldn't get off him.

"Aahhh! Stop that, Corn!"

"W-What is up with this mutt!?" The man peeled the dog off his face, and the girl spoke.

"He's my pet. Pets aren't allowed on board, so I hid him in my bag..."

"Huh?"

"But now that the authorities have found out, there's nothing I can do... You can arrest me," said the girl resignedly, looking up at the man.

Then the men tsked, not having found what they were looking for. "Hey, let's go. Onto the next one," one said, and they left the cabin.

"Phew... that went well." A little after the men left, Queen stopped holding her breath and plopped down on the seat. The girl who had talked with the men was Queen.

Then Purple, who had pretended to just be an old woman, looked at Queen and smirked. "That was quite the fib. I'd give you a passing grade."

"Teehee, thank you."

"Queen, what was that 'Corn' name about?" Roko, who had been pretending to be a normal dog, asked from beside Purple.

"Well, I couldn't call you by your real name, Roko. You got your name because you liked toumorokoshi — corn — right? So that's why I called you 'Corn'," Queen explained proudly. Queen, Purple, and Roko had put on a performance so the uniformed men would pass them by. Playing the parts of a granddaughter, her grandmother, and her pet, they successfully fooled the pursuers.

"Still, I was surprised when you appeared out of nowhere." Purple turned her gaze toward Queen and broke out into a happy smile. It was a warm, gentle smile, hardly an expression befitting a cold-hearted spy. She was said to have been quite the looker once, and it wasn't impossible to imagine. According to Silver Heart, no man had been immune to her wily charms. Silver Heart himself had acted smitten whenever he recalled Purple, until he met with her again...

"You're Silver's granddaughter, aren't you? You came with us to Jackal's hideout."

Indeed, Queen and Purple, along with Silver Heart and Joker, had previously broken into the organization called Jackal, headed by Doctor Neo. Purple had been introduced then to Queen as Silver Heart's partner during his spy days.

"You remembered me."

"A spy doesn't forget intel. So, since you've come out of your way to see me, I assume you need something?"

"Yes, that's right. There's something I want to ask about..." Queen lowered her voice a little. "I want to know about someone who used to work with Grandpa. Someone called Noir."

"Noir?" Purple's pitch rose. So she was familiar with Noir after all.

"You know him?"

"Yes, he's an old friend. I know him well."

"To tell you the truth, it seems Noir took a treasure from Joker, and I was wondering if it had anything to do with Grandpa..."

"Hmm..." Purple remarked in surprise.

"Did something happen between Noir and Grandpa? If you know anything, could you please tell me?"

"Hm, well..." Purple folded her arms, brooding on something. Suddenly, her eyes glinted mischievously, and she grinned at Queen.

"W-What is it?"

"When you get to be as old as I am, you get awfully tight-fisted. Giving information away for free feels like it would be a wasted opportunity."

"Huh...?"

"It makes me want to tease kids, especially a girl like you."

"O... kay..."

"If you want to hear about Silver and Noir, then do something for me. Something that'll delight me."

"HUH?" Queen drew back in surprise, ruffled.

"Do something to entertain me. Then I'll give you the information you want."

"Ergh..." Queen's gaze veered. She wasn't a veteran spy for nothing. This wasn't going to be that simple. The unreasonable demand made Queen fall silent.

What should I do for her...? I can't tell any funny stories, and I can't do tricks like Joker can... I'm not an encyclopedia like Spade is, so what can I do...?

Queen's mind started to spin in circles. Thinking hard wasn't her forte. But then, Roko cut in from beside her. "Then how about making a funny face like the one you did recently, Queen?"

"Fu... nny... face...?"

"It was hilarious! Purple-san might just like it!"

"N-No! Absolutely not!" Queen stood up to refuse, her face bright read.

"Oh, why not, that sounds fine. Please, show me." Purple bent forward and gave a provoking smile.

"I don't want to! It'll ruin my marriage prospects!"

"Nope, I've decided. That's the only way you'll get information out of me. You can't change my mind!"

"You're kidding me...!" Queen stood at a loss for words.

"..."

"Well, what will you do?"

At Purple's prodding, she gave in. Queen took a breath and faced back towards Purple. Queen was about to forsake her prized feminine sensibilities when...

"Shh...!" Suddenly the look in Purple's eyes changed and she put a finger to her lips, shushing.

"...!" Queen and Roko immediately piped down and listened closely.

Conversing voices were coming from the earpiece Purple was wearing. Apparently she had still been listening to the radio communications while talking to Queen.

"It seems they're coming back this way... My cohort seems to have blabbed that I'm an older woman. If he makes it back alive, he's in for a real reckoning," Purple muttered as she listened, a terrifying look on her face.

"What do you want to do? Do we act our way out again?"

"No, it won't work this time. You two can escape out the window onto the roof. I'll handle the rest on my own."

"With your arm in that state?" Roko asked.

Purple looked over at him in surprise. "You realized?"

"You've been stroking your arm at moments. Probably without even realizing it yourself."

"Then you won't be able to fight those men single-handedly. Let us handle it!" Queen said, getting back up.

She threw off her disguise, revealing her usual white coat underneath. She then took out her diamond sword from where it was hidden underneath the seats. "Purple-san, if I fend off those men, tell me about Noir, okay?" Queen winked sweetly. She was sincerely relieved. Thank God I didn't have to make a funny face!

Just as five black-suited men neared the door of the room where they had seen the young girl and old woman earlier, Queen and Roko sprang out of the guest cabin.

"...!"

Queen glared at the men. The look in her eyes was completely different than the girl who had been in the room earlier. She was wearing different clothes, too, and the biggest difference of all was the great sword she held in her hand.

"She's got the secret file!" shouted one of the men. Indeed, in her other hand, Queen was holding the secret file disc case that she had received from Purple.

"Get her!" Their boss barked, and the men all fell upon Queen. But Queen and Roko deftly dodged them and ran off in the opposite direction. The men rushed after her.

There were no men in the direction they were headed. Purple had found this out by listening to the radio comm. That was why Queen immediately set off in the opposite direction — towards the read end of the train.

Queen sped through the train, passing through one car after another on her way to the end. The men followed after, shoving aside the confused passengers, giving chase to Queen and Roko.

"How long are they going to run for!?"

"Don't lose your head. There's no way they can get off the train when it's going this fast. The girl's trapped like a mouse!"

Just as he said, soon enough Queen and Roko reached the rearmost carriage. It was a coach car, with booth seats on either side. Baffled by Queen bursting in, the seated passengers began to murmur.

"Everyone out! Or else you'll get hurt!" yelled Queen, thrusting her sword up overhead.

Shrieks rang out, and the conductor and passengers all started to rush towards the forward cars. At the same time, the men in black caught up to where Queen was. Wading through the waves of passengers, the men entered the rearmost carriage. Now the only ones inside of it were Queen, Roko, and the men.

Queen stood at the very back of the carriage, standing off against the men.

"Say your prayers, missy." Five suited men stopped in the middle of the carriage and took out their guns. "We're gonna turn you into Swiss cheese!"

"Now, Roko!"

At Queen's signal, Roko stepped forward. Then he unhinged his jaw and let out a prodigious cry of "ARFFFFFFFFFFF!!"

His bark shrilled in the ears of the men. Their faces scrunched up and they clutched their heads in agony. "URRRGHH! W-What was that!?"

This was Roko's ability.

Roko's throat has a special organ that enhances his canine howl. He can use this organ to vibrate ultrasonic waves and assail anyone in front of him.

While the men were gripping their heads from the pain, Queen swung her sword at them. She struck their napes with the back of her sword and mowed them all down. The men were knocked out and collapsed onto the carriage hallway with successive thuds.

"Roko, let's go!"

"Okay!"

Queen and Roko stepped past the unconscious men and ran back towards the front of the carriage. They were just a step away from the next car ahead when...

"Hold it right there!"

The two of them turned around once they heard the voice and saw that one of the felled men was getting back on his feet. The man's gun was pointed at a little girl. She hadn't been able to get away while everyone else was running.

"Wha...!?"

"Throw down your sword, right now! Unless you don't care what happens to her!"

"Bah... you really don't play fair. This is the problem with spies!" Queen bit her lip and glared at the man.

"Hurry it up!"

At his behest, Queen twirled her sword and left it on the floor.

"All right, good. Bring the disc here!"

Queen clutched the disc, vexed. Things had been going according to plan up until she knocked all the men out, but she hadn't foreseen that they would take a hostage. While Queen stood still, seemingly at a loss as what to do next, Roko whispered from beside her.

"...Queen, do that."

"Huh?"

"That thing we were talking about. Your special move! You know!"

"Whaaat?" Then realizing what he meant, Queen rejected it flat out. "Absolutely not!"

"Then do you have any other way of making him drop his guard?"

"No, b-but..."

"What are you two muttering about!? Come here, now!"

"Argh... fine!" Queen shouted in annoyance, and slowly walked toward the man with disc in hand.

"Leave the disc there," the man pointed to a seat, just as Queen spoke.

"Hey, Mister."

"Hm?"

As soon as the man saw Queen's face — he snorted out a hearty "pfft!", followed by a "GYAHAHAHA! What is wrong with your face!? BWAHAHAHA!", laughing uproariously. Queen had demonstrated her famous "funny face" to him.

As the man burst out in laughter, Queen crouched down and delivered a swift kick to the man's shin.

"Ghwaaa!?" The man's guffawing face contorted with pain, and immediately after, Queen grabbed the girl and ran back towards the front of the carriage.

"W-Wait! Bwahahahaha!" The man went after her, but was still snorting from the memory.

Without another word, Queen picked up her sword and swung it. The train's coupling split apart with a clank. The rearmost carriage with the unconscious men and the laughing man aboard lost speed and gradually became more and more distant. The sound of the man's unceasing laughter mingled with the sound of the wheels, and eventually faded away.

Roko grinned and looked up at Queen. "Nice going, Queen! Now that's what I call looks that could kill!"

"I'm not happy about this at all!" Queen puffed up her adorable cheeks and stared at Roko accusingly.

#kaitou joker #light novel

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Okokok this was. Out of nowhere but holy shit I had fun with it. Some Bad Timeline content y’all, 100% Wren bullying

CW: Pet whump, dehumanization, noncon kiss, noncon touching (nonsexual), knife whump, branding (kind of), nightmares, strangulation mention

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Eli sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment, exhausted after a long day at work. He just wanted to go and collapse into bed, sleep until he had to get up and do it all again in the morning. He stepped inside and turned around to lock the door, but he froze in his tracks, his blood running cold when he heard a terribly familiar voice.

“Hello, Love.”

No no no no. There’s no fucking way. Not here.

He couldn’t force himself to turn around, but he could feel his presence behind him. He knew he was still at the door, he could hopefully get it open, run for help, but just as he reached to unlock it again a hand tangled in his hair, and he felt the cold tip of a blade come and rest against his throat, forcing him to tilt his head back.

“No no, you’re not getting away from me that easily.” He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “We have a lot of catching up to do.” He said as he dragged him further into the apartment, into the living room. He had clearly been here for a little while, things laid out and prepared on his coffee table, things he hoped to never see again. Leather cuffs, a blue collar, that goddamn ball gag, other tools Nicholas had used on him time and time again. It only just then occurred to him to call for help, panic taking over completely.

“No! Stop it- please- help me!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. He kept screaming, he had neighbors, somebody had to hear him, he hoped desperately this would work.

He fought when Nicholas moved the knife away from his throat, kicking the back of his knee and forcing him to the floor. There was a brief moment where he let go of his hair, he tried to scramble away but he was quickly grabbed by the wrist, roughly dragged back. His arms were twisted behind his back, secured in place with the leather cuffs, and he let out a broken sob, uselessly trying to pull against them.

“No no no please! Please somebody help!” He cried, but Nicholas finally had enough, grabbing him by the hair and holding the blade to his throat again as Eli took quick, shuddering breaths.

“Stop your crying and listen to me,” He hissed in his ear, “If you shut up now, I won’t have to gag you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He said, and all he could manage was a soft, whimpered mmhm, his lip trembling as he struggled not to cry. “There’s my good boy.” He said, finally letting go of him, only temporarily as he took a seat on the couch, grabbing his face and forcing him to meet his cold grey eyes.

“P-please, please don’t- don’t-“

“Shhh, it’s okay my love.” He said gently. “Look at you- you’ve only been away a short while and you’ve already ruined yourself.” He said, using the tip of the knife to brush back a loose strand of hair. Elias had dyed it as soon as he could after getting home, a nice deep blue color he had always been fond of. The thought of having that taken away again brought even more tears to his eyes. “You ran away for what? This tiny apartment? Long hours at work? Loneliness and fear and paranoia? Why would you do that when you were so much more comfortable with me?”

“N-no, I wasn’t, I wasn’t-“ He took a deep shuddering breath, struggling to put his frantic thoughts into words. “You-you know I was-wasn’t happy, how-how could I have been? Please, I-I’m home, it’s over now, please let it be over.” He whimpered pathetically, trying his best to keep his voice down.

“It’s not over until I say it is, you know that.” He said, a cruel smile on his face. “You need to learn a lesson, you need to learn to drop this stupid idea you have that you’re actually a person.”

“I-I am- I am a person, m-my name is- is Elias Brax, I-I’m-“ He tried to go through the words Zander had taught him to hold onto himself, words he’d repeated again and again and again, only for Nicholas to suddenly slap him, his head snapping to the side.

“Shut up!” He snapped. “You’re lying to yourself and you know it. You’ve gotten stupid in your time away, you need me here to remind you.” He said. He roughly shoved Eli back, the boy crying out when the back of his head hit the edge of the coffee table. Nicholas got to his feet, wandering about the living room as he seemed to be thinking about something. “You need to learn a lesson…” He said again, Elias watching him in fear.

His heart was pounding hard in his chest, he felt like he couldn’t breath. He wanted to try to keep fighting but he was scared, he was scared and he was so, so tired of fighting, he couldn’t anymore. He wanted this to be over, but the only way to get there was to ride it out.

“Who is this?” Nicholas asked, picking up a framed photo of Everett from a shelf. From his tone, Eli knew he didn’t have the option not to answer.

“He’s dead.” He blurted out immediately, Nicholas giving him a look as though he didn’t believe him. “He- that’s- that’s my brother, he’s d-dead, you can’t hurt him.” He told him. Nicholas didn’t seem to buy it, but he dropped the picture frame, Eli flinching when he heard the glass break. He picked up the frame next to it, a photo of him and Zander taken not long before Nicholas had first kidnapped him. “The mutt is alive and well though- for now, that is. Maybe that’s what you need to learn to listen-“

“No!” He cried. “Don’t-don’t hurt him, don’t hurt- don’t hurt anyone but me!” He said, and Nicholas smiled.

“Well, if you insist.” He dropped that frame as well, Eli whimpering as he made his way back over to him. He had changed his position to watch him, making it easy for Nicholas to kick him down so he was laying on his back, his arms trapped beneath him. Nicholas got down on the floor with him, straddling his waist. He was instantly scared he intended to strangle him again, but Nicholas gently touched his face, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye. He cringed at the feeling of leather against his skin, he’d always hated those gloves he always wore.

“P-promise me.” Eli said, hardly thinking as he said it.

“What’s that?”

“Promise me- promise me it’ll be just me. Promise you-you won’t hurt anyone e-else. Please.” He said, his voice wavering, and Nicholas laughed.

“Alright sweet boy, I promise I won’t hurt anybody else.” He told him. He leaned down, before he could turn his head away he kissed him, Eli freezing and going tense out of habit, he never did learn how he was supposed to react. He knew he was testing him, pushing his weak boundaries to see just how much he would take without snapping. He pulled back after only a moment, though it felt much longer, seeming pleased with the fact he hadn’t put up a struggle. “I only want you, after all.”

He sat up straight again, busying himself with unbuttoning the white shirt Eli was wearing. In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but be disappointed it would end up stained with blood. He watched Nicholas reach across the coffee table, picking up a different blade, one he’d used on him often before, often enough that Wren’s breath caught in his throat when he saw it.

“How many days have you been gone from me, love? I’m sure you know the number.”

“I-It… it’s been almost seven- seven weeks… forty… forty six days today…” He said softly.

“Forty six days!” Nicholas said, almost sounding impressed. “You almost made it fifty days without me, I’m surprised you made it so long! That’s far too long though, too long for you to be left alone. A stupid thing like you is better off as a pet, you know that, right?” He said, clearly expecting an answer.

“I-I… Yes… yes sir…” He wanted to argue with him but he knew it would just prolong the ordeal, he just wanted it to be over.

“Good boy. Forty six days, well, we should go ahead and get started then.” He said, Elias wasn’t entirely sure what he intended to do but he bit back a cry when the blade pierced his skin, a small, quick cut, that stung more than anything else. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he’d made four similar cuts, only to slice across them as the fifth. Tally marks. One for everyday that he’d been gone.

Five of them was irritating, but bearable. Ten of them hurt, but aside from whining he remained quiet. Twenty of them, he couldn’t handle it anymore, sobbing as he felt like it had been going on forever, and would last just as long. The stinging pain was paired with the ache of his arms, his head pounding from his panicked breathing and crying. He wanted this to be over, he wanted everything to just go back to normal.

Forty six stinging cuts later and he was in tears, and despite the pain he was causing him Nicholas gently wiped away his tears, seeming to enjoy listening to him cry. Eli didn’t even want to know what his chest looked like, didn’t want to see all the blood. He wondered if Nicholas would be kind enough to clean him up at the end of all this, or if he would simply let him bleed out. He took a deep, shuddering breath when Nicholas got off him, though his relief didn’t last long when he pulled him into a sitting position, this wasn’t over just yet.

“Alright love, you did so well for me but the gag is necessary now.” He told him, and almost reflexively, obediently, he opened his mouth, slowly going numb the same way he did when he was trapped with him. Nicholas was gentle this time, the ball pushed between his teeth, the straps tightened and locked behind his head. He tried not to think about what was going to be so bad that it was supposedly necessary. He was careful as he moved him, adjusting him to lean forward and place his head on the table, Nicholas perched on the edge of the couch behind him. He heard a sound, the click of a lighter, and he couldn’t help but think about the time Cain heated a blade, and pressed it to his tongue.

He didn’t expect how close this would be to that. A sudden searing, white hot pain pressed against his back, in between his shoulder blades, and he *shrieked*. He sobbed loudly, tears streaming down his face as it happened again, he didn’t know how but he easily placed the pattern, forming out a letter N.

He screamed, though it was muffled by the gag he screamed, desperate and hopeless. He squeezed his eyes shut, and he screamed, because there was nothing else he could do.

***

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his living room, shoved against the table and staring at that awful blue collar. He was staring at his ceiling, laying on his bed, his shark still clutched in one arm. He was covered in sweat but cold to the point of shivering, even under his blankets. The room was lit by a pale blue light, from a cat shaped night light on his desk, a gift from Zander. He sat up, shaking as he took in his surroundings.

As he finally came to his senses, he suddenly pulled his shirt over his head, looking down and expecting tally marks but not seeing any new scars, only ones he was used to, and the brand from Cain. He was able to reach back, his hand feeling between his shoulder blades and finding no traces of a burn or any wound. He took slow deep breaths, realizing it had just been a dream.

He opened his mouth, he tried to speak, and he couldn’t. Yep, just a dream. He’d never been so relieved to be silent.

He wasn’t entirely relieved though, a sense of paranoia still weighing down on him. He hardly thought about it when he stumbled out of bed, swaying and having to grab his door frame and stop for a minute on his way out. His dreams always disoriented him, having to adjust to only half his vision again. Once he was sure he was okay, he rushed to the front door, checking the locks, all of which were still in place. He moved about the apartment quickly, efficiently, flipping on every light and checking every room, even the closets. He checked the locks on the windows, the door to his balcony, all locked, all secure, every room empty. He even stopped in the living room, making sure the pictures of Everett and him and Zander were still intact, which they were. He was still nervous, but he felt safe enough to return to his room, climbing back into bed. He didn’t lay down, he stayed sitting propped against his headboard, holding his shark close to his chest.

Just a dream. Just a nightmare. He was alone, safe in his home. Nicholas wasn’t there, he couldn’t hurt him anymore, he didn’t have to play the part of his Love ever again.

My name is Elias Brax, He mouthed, his lip trembling, I’m twenty four years old. I’m not a dog. I’m not Wren. I’m not Love. My name is Elias Brax.

His shoulders shook as he buried his face in his stuffed animal, a silent sob wracking his body. He was tired of this, he wanted to be okay, he wanted it all to be over. Nicholas couldn’t hurt him anymore, but he was still scared of him, still so, so scared of him hurting somebody he loved. He didn’t want to be alone, he wanted Zander there, but it was hard to get ahold of him when he couldn’t even speak. He didn’t really want to bother him as it was, he had spent so much time with him in the first few weeks, Eli had been insisting he could finally sleep alone again. Well, apparently he couldn’t, it seemed.

He didn’t fall back asleep that night. He stayed curled up like that until the sun rose, and even then he didn’t want to move, too scared of doing something wrong, too scared that maybe the nightmare had been reality, and this was the real dream.

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