#-> The dark AU/vent content stuff

[highprettybabyy]

Seeing Red

Part 3 - If We Don't Say It

jenna ortega x fem!reader apocalypse au

summary: some more mall content; quiet chapter

warnings: enemies to lovers, typical apocalypse stuff, violence, blood, zombies, gore, maybe angst... some fluff...

AN: hehehe

word count: 1.8k

Part 2

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You woke to quiet.

Real quiet.

No distant groans. No boots scraping across tile. Just the faint buzz of early light bleeding in through the cracks of boarded windows.

Jenna was still asleep.

You turned your head slowly, neck aching from falling asleep on a chair - which you felt slightly guilty about. Luckily nothing happened. She lay curled on her side, face turned toward the wall, her breathing even. One hand was tucked beneath the pillow, the other resting loosely beside her head. Her rifle was within reach but her fingers weren’t curled around it for once.

You couldn’t remember the last time you saw her like this.

Relaxed. Still.

Not ready for war.

You didn’t move for a while. Just watched her shoulders rise and fall, the way the light caught the strands of her hair where they’d slipped from her braid. Her brow was smooth in sleep, that permanent frown between her eyes finally gone.

You let her sleep. She looked like she needed it.

Eventually, you rose from the chair, pulled on your jacket, and moved quietly through the furniture store. The barricades were still in place. No signs of movement beyond the fogged glass at the front. You checked your gear, made sure your makeshift satchel hadn’t been touched, then dropped down by your duffel and began to gather what you could carry.

A few minutes later, you opened a granola bar, broke it in half, and placed one half gently on the bedside table beside her.

By the time Jenna stirred - rubbing at her face with one hand, grumbling something under her breath about her neck - you were already crouched by the maintenance door, finishing a quick map sketch on a torn receipt.

She blinked at the granola. Then at you.

You shrugged. “Didn’t know if you were the breakfast type.”

She picked it up and took a bite without a word. Chewed. Swallowed.

Then, quiet: “Thanks.”

That was all either of you said for a while.

-

The mall felt different now that you weren’t alone.

Still broken, still dark in the corners, but less oppressive. Like the ghosts that used to breathe against your neck had stepped back a little. Just a little.

You moved in sync. You didn’t plan it, but it happened all the same. Jenna took point down the long corridors, rifle held low. You trailed behind, eyes flicking across doorways and overhead vents. It wasn’t trust exactly, but it was something close enough that it held.

You didn’t bring up the nightmare.

And she didn’t bring up the fact that you’d reached for her hand.

Instead, you headed back toward the areas you’d both left behind yesterday. You took a detour through the hardware shop. Jenna helped you shove a coil of garden hose into your bag. You pointed out a folding saw she missed on the top shelf. When she almost slipped on a scattered pile of nails, you grabbed her elbow without thinking.

She didn’t shake you off.

By the time you reached the service corridor that connected both wings of the mall, the silence had stretched long enough to feel heavy again.

That’s when you brought it up.

“So where’s your base?”

Jenna didn’t look at you. “West end. Old loft above a bike shop.”

“Ventilation?”

“Decent.”

“Water?”

“Not great,” she admitted.

You nodded. “Mine’s in the old suburbs. Two-storey. Rain collectors on the roof. Solar panels are dying, but I’ve got a few battery backups still holding.”

“You alone?”

You hesitated. “Yeah.”

She nodded once. You both walked a little further.

Then she said, “Mine’s closer.”

You glanced at her.

“I wasn’t suggesting anything,” she added quickly.

You didn’t say anything at first. Then: “We’ll deal with it when we need to.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Sure.”

But the tension stayed.

It was there in the way her shoulders straightened. In the way you started checking over your shoulder more often than usual. Neither of you knew what would happen when you had to choose; her safehouse, yours, or neither. Maybe that was the real reason neither of you had said the word “together” yet.

-

You found the coffee shop by accident.

It had a cracked glass front and a busted neon sign that still read “CAFÉ” like it hadn’t given up entirely. Inside, the shelves were ransacked, the pastry counter empty but intact. Behind the register, the air was stale and bitter, the scent of old beans was present in the air.

You both paused. Looked at each other.

Then Jenna grinned.

You ended up in the back kitchen, where a dusty French press still sat beside a rusting kettle. Rummaging through, you found a cracked portable camping stove in your pack. You boiled what little clean water you had left and poured it carefully over the grinds.

The smell hit you both like a memory.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Jenna closed her eyes for a second and leaned against the counter. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me.”

You didn’t speak while it brewed. You just moved - like people. Like humans. Jenna found a sealed jar of hazelnut spread and three sugar packets still intact. You broke apart an expired biscotti and split it with a grin.

She poured the coffee into mismatched mugs. One said “#1 Dad.” The other had a lipstick print and the words “Hot Mess.”

You raised yours. “Cheers to that.”

She smirked. “Fitting.”

You drank.

It was bitter. Burnt. Too strong.

It was perfect.

-

The walk back to the furniture store was quiet again. Not strained, this time. Just… full.

Your arms were heavier now. Packs fuller. You’d found rope, some tarp, a small stash of canned peaches, a cracked but working radio with extra batteries. You’d both kept moving, both working, but your eyes found each other more often now.

She handed you a small bag of coffee beans she’d pocketed when you weren’t looking. You passed her a pack of strawberry chewing gum.

Neither of you commented on the gesture.

You stepped out into the parking lot just as the sun began to break through the cloudline. The light caught on the windshields of dust-coated cars and the twisted handles of shopping carts. You stood near the centre - open space in every direction, nowhere to hide.

She turned to you.

You looked at her.

There wasn’t a word for the ache that passed between you.

Not affection. Not forgiveness. Not quite hope. Just… yearning.

You both wanted to say it. That maybe this wasn’t just temporary. That maybe the last person on Earth you hated wasn’t the worst one to stay alive with.

But neither of you said it.

You turned back towards the mall.

She fell into step beside you.

And for now, that was enough.

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AN: couldn’t leave you hanging too long <3

Part 4

[oddmawd]

BEYOND THE FRACTURE Chapter 7: "Conversations Underground"

(Villain!Alpha!All Might/OC)

Story Summary: Naohana lives a simple, ordinary life. She’s just an average beta with an average quirk. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. Too bad for her, the most feared villain in the world believes she is something else entirely. When a chance encounter ignites both smoldering obsession and Naohana's dormant omega instincts, All Might spirits her away to his underworld domain, intent on claiming her as his mate. Naohana feels inexorably drawn to the powerful alpha, but adjusting to her unprecedented awakening isn't easy, and she's running out of time to embrace (or reject) her new life. But what kind of “life” could it be if you ignore the call of destiny? All Might is determined she’ll never find out. [Villain! All Might, Alpha!Might, All Might x OC]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

FANDOM: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

PAIRINGS: All Might x OC

RATING: Mature

WORD COUNT: 57k total, 14k for chapter 7

GENRE: Dark Romance

TAGS: Omegaverse (and related omegaverse concepts), mutual pining, dark romance, slow burn, kidnapping, inspired by the Hages and Persephone myth, inspired by Cyrano de Bergerac, dubious consent (omegaverse stuff is just built that way), fated mates, Villain AU, Villain All Might

STORY WARNINGS: Canon-typical action/violence, sexual situations, FOR MATURE READERS

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Chapter 7 is NSFW

Chapter 7 Excerpt: "Conversations Underground"

In a holding room below the surface of the earth, the villains assembled under All Might’s dreaded banner waited to deploy.

[Read more below the cut.]

Deku was there, much to Bakugo’s chagrin. Deku leaned against the wall with his eyes shut, humming tunelessly under his breath as Kaminari and the others lounged around in impatient inaction. About a dozen, all told, possessing varying levels of prestige within All Might’s organization. The hatch to the surface access point sat shut, awaiting the arrival of their leader. They were schedule to board any minute now according to the clock blinking sullen red numbers on the concrete wall. Any minute now the hatch would open and the villains would stride through, strap into the transport unit, and head to the surface. Any minute now they would be unleashed to wreak carefully prescribed havoc upon the world.

But All Might was running late, and the hatch door stayed shut.

Running late for a mission that had already been delayed once; no one was saying it out loud, but half the villains suspected the mission might not happen at all. Bakugo had heard the whispers. No one from the top of the organization had said what the holdup was, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid. He could guess it had something to do with her — that woman he’d helped kidnap on All Might’s orders. The woman now being help somewhere in this subterranean facility, out of sight and isolated from the villains within. The woman whose presence in the base no one had offered a clear explanation for, but All Might had put so much effort into obtaining her, she had to be important.

And she was even important enough to make a huge fuss over. There had been some kind of commotion from deeper in the base the day before. Bakugo could hear All Might’s bellow even from a few levels higher up, the rattle of an enraged Apex Alpha shaking the headquarter’s foundation until dust rattled from the concrete ceiling. He’d quieted down quick enough, and Recovery Girl soon slumped through the base toward her quarters in the medical bay looking even more decrepit than usual. Strong alpha reek floated through the high-tech ventilation system (built to clear out even the highest concentrations of alpha pheromones) for hours, pumps and vents working overtime to disperse the enraged fog.

It had been quiet ever since.

But as the saying went: It was quiet. Too quiet.

Bakugo half thought the mission today would get put off again, but so far, no word had been passed down, and the team assigned to the mission had mustered at the appointed hour in breath-held silence.

Or at least, most of them stayed fucking quiet.

“So like…it’s not going well, right?”

Kaminari didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. He never did. Bakugo sat on one of the benches at the edges of the holding tank with elbows on his knees, bent over in half and clad in full battle regalia, when Kaminari came sauntering over with sparks spitting from the tips of his electric yellow hair. Of fucking course it was Kaminari running his mouth with a sly look on his face. Kaminari hadn’t been made privy to any of the missions associated with the capture of the woman now held somewhere down below, but he’d been damn sure to try and snoop around to find out anything he could about her. Little electric rat; Kaminari was the base’s resident gossip, speculating at length about who she might be to anyone who’d listen. A hostage situation, was his leading theory. She was the daughter of a billionaire and All Might had captured her looking for a payout on her safe return, Kaminari told the others. She had to be.

None but a select few knew better, so Kaminari’s lies went largely believed by the underlings. Only some of the higher-ups within All Might’s organization were aware of the true details…in addition to the lower-ranking Deku and Bakugo, of course. They knew. They’d been involved in the kidnapping. They weren’t high on the ladder (yet), but All Might had trusted them to take part and keep their mouths shut.

But they knew better than to admit as much to Kaminari, of all people.

Bakugo’s blood simmered as Kaminari sighed, speaking false words with infuriatingly full confidence: “Whatever this is, whoever she is, it’s obviously not going well.”

Against the wall, Deku stopped humming. His eyes remained closed.

“Kaminari,” Bakugo growled.

“All Might’s already moved the mission around once because of her.” Kaminari, oblivious bastard, paced in a tight circle, hands throwing and eyes rolling. “Are we gonna have to wait again because some girl threw a fit?”

Deku’s left eye cracked open.

“Kaminari,” Said Bakugo. “Shut up.”

“And after I stored up all that static, too.” Kaminari sniffed loudly in complaint. “And after we missed out on the bonus we’re supposed to get — and I’m not just talking about smashing some hero heads, either, though you know I’m down for that…”

Deku’s right opened, too.

“Kaminari, shut the fuck up!”

Kaminari turned to him with a scowl. The scowl faltered when he saw the look on Bakugo’s face. Scarlet eyes had narrowed beyond the slits in his black mask, sharp teeth bared below in feral warning, forearms corded with straining muscle as Bakugo clenched his hands in tight fists. Alpha pheromones leaked from him in a hot wave, far stronger than anything Kaminari could possibly cook up. Bakugo was a few seconds away from making Kaminari shut his damn mouth, and not because the constant running thereof grated on Bakugo’s last frayed nerve. Which it did, yeah, but shutting up was in Kaminari’s personal best interest right now, and for reasons apparently flying right over the sparkplug’s head.

“Huh? Why?” Kaminari said, though he shrank a little in the face of Bakugo’s heavy scent. “I thought you’d be with me on this.”

“I wanna show those heroes how pathetic they are just as much as you do,” Bakugo snapped. “But you need to shut your damn mouth.”

“Why? All Might’s not around to hear.” Kaminari grinned, hands held aloft in All Might’s pointed absence. “And you know everyone else is just as pissed off as I am that — ”

A knife whizzed past his face, embedding in the wall just shy of Kaminari’s dumb head. Deku no longer leaned against the wall. He stood with arm outstretched from a lethal throw, head raised and shoulders back, feet squared below him in confident challenge. And he was grinning — grinning a mean, feral grin Bakugo knew from experience spelled violent trouble.

He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. This should be good…

But Kaminari had apparently missed the memo about Deku’s foreboding smile, because he went from shocked to pissed in the span of a blink. Electricity crackled around his palm in a bright dance, ire aimed at Deku.

Idiot was too stupid to know Bakugo hadn’t been warning him about All Might at all.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Kaminari spat.

Deku’s grin widened. “You should’ve listened to Bakugo.”

“What do you mean I shoulda — ? Hey, wait a second — !”

Bakugo had to hand it to him: Deku moved fast, and Kaminari didn’t stand a chance. He watched dispassionately as Deku slowly, methodically, peeled off three of Kaminari’s fingernails and then yanked out a molar for good measure, grin never faltering even as Kaminari screamed and screamed and screamed. Hell, that grin only got wider as the other villains — all badasses in their own right — looked pointedly away from the scene playing out before them. None interfered or tried to stop him. They (like Bakugo, though he’d never admit it) knew better than to get in Deku’s way. Only once Kaminari passed out in a bloody heap did a few of them get up to drag his unconscious body out of the holding tank, ostensibly to take him to Recovery Girl in the med bay.

Bakugo sat up straighter, head lolling back against the wall as he eyed the trail of blood now streaked along the cold, grey floor. “You shouldn’t have done that, dumbass.”

Deku was still grinning, though he didn’t show quite as many teeth as before. “He disrespected All Might,” he said, a giggle rising in his chest. “How could I just stand by?”

“Yeah, he was runnin’ his mouth,” said Bakugo. “But that’s what Kaminari does.”

“He’ll think better about it next time, then.” Another giggle bubbled in his chest. “Maybe I should visit him in medical when we get back. Wish him well.”

“She may be old, but Recovery Girl will kick your ass if you try.”

“Then I’ll wish her well, too.” He aimed his beaming smile at the other villains; the ones brave enough to stare at Deku looked away, fast. “I wish anyone well who questions All Might. You all get that, don’t you?”

Slowly, but without hesitation, the villains nodded. Deku giggled, bouncing on his heels and fucking beaming at this show of submission. Thin waves of pheromones drifted off his hair, acidic but subdued.

Deku was such a fucking suck-up. All Might wasn’t even around and he was playing homicidal hall monitor. Would be better to just sit back and let people simmer, Bakugo thought. Everyone was on edge thanks to the already-rescheduled mission and now All Might’s late appearance. They’d been grumbling since the first rescheduling. Bakugo knew better than to join in, but he’d heard what the villains whispered in the halls when All Might and Deku weren’t around. People wanted the prizes they’d been promised and the blood they’d been assured they could spill. If this mission got delayed again, and if Deku pissed everyone off…

Well. Nothing huge would happen, really. No would would dare step to All Might or mouth off to his face (no one was stupid enough to try), but villains weren’t exactly known for the virtues of patience or self-control. Some might start looking for blood wherever they could get it…including whoever slept in the next cot over in the barracks. This was a powder keg waiting for a spark, and Deku was the idiot holding a goddamn match.

Deku hummed to himself as he ripped his knife out of wall and examined the blade with careful fingers. He didn’t care about the blood on the collar of his crisp white shirt or freckled cheeks. He cared way more for his knives. They and his martial arts skills in concert protected him on the battlefield. He didn’t have anything else to offer but mundane physical strength, though that waste of space had done his best to try and excel on that front. The stained fabric of his shirt and his black suit pants alike stretched taut over the physique he’d built to make up for his complete lack of a quirk…not that Bakugo was impressed. Bakugo had more muscle than Deku and a killer quirk on top of it.

Deku was a waste of an alpha, being quirkless and all. What All Might saw in that crazy motherfucker Bakugo still didn’t understand even after years of faithful employ under All Might’s command. But given Bakugo was indeed loyal to All Might, that meant he had to somehow put up with the psychotic, quirkless alpha who got a hard-on over anything with a sharp edge…even if he hated how much All Might doted on the loser.

It was because of that loyalty, and that loyalty alone, that Bakugo stood up and caught Deku’s eye, head jerking toward a corner of the holding tank. Deku followed him over, so wide-eyed and guileless he looked nearly innocent.

Only nearly, though. Bakugo knew better.

“Hmm? What is it?” Deku said when they stood apart from the other villains. “Is something wrong, Kaa-chan?”

“Fucking quit it with that name,” Bakugo spat. “Look, the others don’t know about her — ”

“Right. Naohana-chan is a secret.”

“Don’t say her fucking name!”

Deku put a finger to his lips, a shushing gesture engineered to look…cute, probably? But Deku wasn’t cute; he was fucking psychotic. His innocent expression only pissed off Bakugo even more, but somehow he reined in the urge to beat the other alpha into a bloody pulp. A quick breath in through the mouth and a long exhale out the nose helped matters. Recovery Girl had taught him some coping skills after he flew off the handle for the millionth time and nearly put Deku’s head through a damn wall.

“Look,” Bakugo said through gritted teeth. “You made an example of Kaminari, but the rest of ‘em need to blow off steam. So stop pretending you’re All Might’s little hall monitor and let the others smash the heads today.”

“That’s smart, Kaa-chan.” Deku nodded, cartoonish wags of his head up and down and up again. “Good idea.”

“I mean it, Deku.” Bakugo stepped close, his taller frame looming over Deku’s shorter one. “None of that goddamn berserker crap once the blood starts flying.”

Those all-too-innocent eyes opened wide, wide, wider still. “Berserker…?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Deku blinked, holding his gaze, confused.

But then the confusion faded. Deku’s smile dropped. He said nothing. He just looked at Bakugo with clinical, expressionless detachment that made Bakugo’s skin crawl. Bakugo hated this dead-eyed stare even more than the creepy smile, personally, but he refused to back down. No way would Bakugo ever roll over and show his belly to someone like Deku. Bakugo was an alpha with a powerful quirk; Deku was nothing compared to him!

“Keep it fucking quiet, you hear me?” he growled under his breath — and for good measure, he didn’t bother keeping his pheromones in check. Potent alpha scent demanding submit, submit, submit filled the air with the scent of glycerin and matches, gunpowder and smoke. “Let the others take lead today.”

The other villains sat up straighter the second his scent hit them. All heads turned as one. Few other alphas on the base had a scent as instantly recognizable, or as demanding, as Bakugo’s. Even the other alphas in the room shrank back from the sudden flow of power. Bakugo couldn’t keep the satisfaction off his face, nor stop the way his chest puffed at the sight of them bowing to his own inborn authority.

Not Deku, though. Muted green eyes flickered dispassionately over Bakugo. His mouth hardly moved when he muttered, “Quite the leader you’ve become, eh Kaa-chan?”

“What can I say?” It was Bakugo’s turn to grin, vicious and as hot as his incendiary quirk. “Dealing with your sociopathic ass brought out the best in me.”

He hated to give Deku any credit whatsoever, but Bakugo had had an absolutely explosive temper when he’d signed up to work with All Might. His anger was as quick to fire as his explosive quirk — useful for a villain, and that temper was why All Might had recruited him in the first place. He still had it, not-so-deep down. But when working with a freak like Deku, it paid to keep a level head. You needed your wits about you when the freak finally snapped. Bakugo had learned a long time ago that patience yielded rewards. Half the time Deku got his own ass into trouble, and Bakugo didn’t even have to lift a finger to see karma work its magic.

But Deku had the annoying fucking ability to get under Bakugo’s skin no matter how well he practiced keeping his cool. Like hooking a hangnail on a sweater, hot anger threaded through his veins when Deku’s deranged grin returned, expression somehow even more manic than before.

“How sweet,” he simpered with watery puppy-dog eyes — mocking ones that glimmered with mischievous glee. “I’m so happy I was able to help you grow so much, Kaa-chan.”

Bakugo’s teeth gnashed. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh? Don’t you want to keep learning from me?”

Pops and sparks lit Bakugo’s open palms, sweat igniting from pure rage. “What the hell could I learn from a quirkless waste of an alpha like — ?”

Deku’s eyes widened, whites showing all around as he bared his teeth. Insipid alpha scent — thready and weak and sour, not like an alpha’s was supposed to be — cut through Bakugo’s miasma like a buzzing wasp. But before Deku could say anything, and before Bakugo could even begin to think of ways to put him in his place, they both froze. A new scent had washed over the room, powerful and deadly, batting aside Bakugo’s wall of pheromones and Deku’s thinner stream like a tidal wave destroying an unprepared shore.

So powerful was All Might’s sent that it preceded his arrival by minutes. By the time the Apex Alpha strode through the door fully decked in his battle regalia and spiked helm, Bakugo and Deku had parted, each taking up position on opposite sides of the holding tank with pheromones reined tight again. The air in the room nearly darkened when All Might entered. Pheromones and scent poured off him in waves so thick you could choke, and he stalked into the room like a barely leashed animal ready to strike. Sweat beaded on Bakugo’s brow, slipping past the edge of his mask and over one clammy cheek. Every mountainous muscle taut, enormous steps striding purposefully toward the hatch, fists like hammers at his sides…All Might looked ready to tear someone’s head off with his bare hands, and Bakugo knew damn well he could do it, too.

He’d seen it happen too many times to forget the sound a spine made when it snapped.

Chapter continues on AO3

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[badboychaser]

I think i remember you mentioning you liked villain cole so what do you think a villain cole would be like? why he exists, what he’s like, etc

I’ll be completely honest villain Cole was such a huge thing for me back in 2021-2022 because when I was 19-20 I was going through a life crisis and making my favorite Ninjago character at the time feel as edgy as me was like paradise.

I still like the idea of Cole as a villain but my idea of him back then at 18 is entirely different than how I see him now due to me being 23 in a week from now lol

I still sort of agree with how I explained it back in 2022, however now I think I would word my phasing a bit differently.

In ALOT of my old Villain!Cole AUs I purposely wrote him out of character to reflect my views at the time which I don’t agree with anymore. (That sounds bad out of context I mostly mean the class ‘tch nobody loves me’ type stuff that you grow out of eventually.) I used to also be a huge Bruise shipper which I’m not anymore just because I grew out of it which factored into it alot.

I have a significant about of art I deleted from my files and also my account about Cole because whenever I re-read it it felt like I was reading someone’s diary from an asylum but this is some stuff that I saved one of which is from a PMV I started 2 years ago that I plan to finish at some point. (First 2 are from 2021 I believe 3rd is from 2022 and last 2 are from a PMV)

No shocker to anyone but most of it had to do with Morro as well. I have really old fanfics that I still think are written well but I wouldn’t share with anyone unless I’ve known them for awhile with the precaution I mostly wrote them with the intention of venting.

Some of which being

• Villain!Cole being such in prime empire because he’s too tired of outside life (mom death, turning into a ghost, etc) and it was also Bruise centered.

• Long running series that ties into my S3 Au with Kai and Pixal where Cole rats out the Ninja to Morro in S5.

• Huge thing where Cole was secretly sabotaging everything since s1 and Cole was the crystal king or something and Morro was behind the mask or whatvwe cause he brought him back to life without asking CRAAAAAAZY

CRAZY STUFF

TLDR; I haven’t thought about it in awhile cause of my dark and mysterious past but I enjoy seeing other peoples content of it (I really want to finish the PMV)

# evil cole truther

[alma-amentet]

Why do you dislike the DLC main story so much?

Not to argue or something, just wondering after seeing you ranting in the tags.

I just don't like it. It didn't meet my expectations. In the end, yeah, it comes down to preferences... Though I agree on 'bad writing', and it's just good to know I'm not alone in this.

You know, I'd like it. After all, I knew what I was messing into and didn't expect a happy ending, Age of Abundance (though it was in cut content, so...) or something. It could've been a beautiful tragic story of Miquella loosing parts of himself as a last desperate attempt to fix things but failing.

There are good rewrites, this is one of my favorites

But there are major things that I'll never accept as canon.

Promised consort Retcon. Makes no sense. Bad writing, and I will really die on this hill. Bc no evidence of this in the base game and a weird idea in general. Also how drastically they ruined the battle of Aeonia. Like... really? This feels like fanservice/trollery (assuming fandom's past fights). Horseboy's story should have ended with the festival (for me it did).

'Mohg beating allegations' and all that evil charm thing. First of all, no way he did, he's still an evil bloody cultist. Secondly, him being charmed makes it actually more problematic in some ways. I liked him as a well-designed villain acting on his own and Formless Mother's behalf, the new reveals ruin his character for me. Third, there are known plotholes (like others not acting this way under the charm or why would he travel to the Haligtree and back - could've stayed there or something). In the end, I think it's Ansbach who's a real charmer, charming the fandom. Luckily I'm not into handsome old men, so not buying it. He's devoted to his lord, that's all, no matter how wise and reasonable he may seem (still devoted, mind you).

There are other new bits of lore that look more OK... Though they have plotholes and contradictions, too (questioning ideas of godhood and the Shattering itself - that's what I can remember).

Much's been said in general, not gonna repeat (you can find it in my older posts and reposts). I see people analyzing and rationalizing new lore, enjoying the DLC. Good for them. Even envious at some point. As for myself, no matter how I miss my prev happy times in the fandom, now I see not much sense in discussing it, finding deep meanings etc. Loved to watch lore vids, now I mostly can't even if I want to. Maybe rewatching my older fav ones, but not most new ones. Some content is just upsetting. I'll need it anyway for my own AU and headcanons, so hope I'll find strenght, but not now.

Again, It feels like a joke or trollery, and if the authors themselves treat it this way, why should I bother wasting my time/energy?

There are some other details that are still interesting (like Marika's backtory n stuff), yet again, could've been a beautiful tragic story... but oh.

I used to be in kids/tween fandoms, which were silly by default, neither deep meaning nor dark complex philosophy. Yet some of them were making even more sense in writing, while others were not given high expectations right from the start, that's it.

Not leaving the fandom bc it's not done so easily, will even do some fanarts (finally. hopefully). I think I'll dwell solely on AUs / fixes / rewrites and some visuals without much context. Also on things I liked before the DLC and things I still like (like Maliketh/Marika), and filtering unsettling content as much as I can. But yes, you'll see me venting and supporting other people's rants. Untill my passion fades naturally and switches to something else.

I'll pick up the base game back when I can (my current PC won't run it by any chance), but will notbe buying the DLC. At least, for now.

[monkmain2]

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2: I don’t have any money

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IF YOU ASK FOR DONATIONS, I WILL BLOCK YOU.

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info below the cut

Me

Hi, my name is Monkmain. You can call me Mist for short.

Edgy as fuck and I’m proud

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: Asexual, Asenvague, Arovague, Demigirl(AFAB)

Micro-labels: Discarnal

Current hyperfixation(s): ENA

Current mini hyperfixation(s):The Backrooms, Deltarune

Other media i am decently acquainted with but don't really care about at the moment: SCP, Pokemon, FNAF, Warrior Cats, Undertale/UTMV, WOF, Corru.observer, Rain World, TADC

Current blorbo(s): series ENA(ENA), Jackenstein(Deltarune)

Neurodiversity: autism, anxiety, ADHD, dyspraxia, dysgraphia, dyscalculia

Age: minor, gen z, bday nov 4

Pets: Chester (dog), a buncha guppies

Multishipper

I talk like a two year old when I’m flustered

My sona

Agonist

If something gives me cuteness aggression (especially an animal) i call it a baby

Don’t be afraid to send asks, it’s like the only form of human interaction I willingly participate in anyway

This one guy asked about it one time so I’ll say it here: I will do drawing requests if anyone wants!

things you can expect on my blog

Spoilers (I never remember to tag it)

Drawings of blood, violence, gore, vomit that one time, artistic nudity, body horror.

Swearing, talking about sexual things, talking about abuse (fictional characters) dark humor, vents, angst, paragraphs of text.

There also might be some suggestive poses in my art, but know it’s not because I want it to be sexual. it’s because sexual poses are interesting to draw and I like experimenting with them.

I may occasionally say something offensive or mean by accident. If I do, please tell me, I probably don’t realize I did it.

DNI

Proshippers, Homophobes, Ableists, Racists, Sexists, pedos, AI apologists, radqueers, radqueer apologists, self-proclaimed super straights.

+ NSFW blogs (not that I think NSFW blogs are bad it’s just that I’m a minor and I’m uncomfortable with that kind of stuff)

I am uncomfortable talking about

Suicide, self-harm, anything related to the inner workings of one’s body (except stuff like the nervous system and the brain, that’s fine) death but slow and painful, excessive suggestive and sexual things (a little is fine but more makes me uncomfortable)

Other sites

YouTube

Artfight

AO3

Askblog (STMtale) <- dead

Askblog (Monk RW) <- dead

my old blog I got locked out of

Other links

Esoteric Tangibility lore doc

Predestined Cozenage

Delta-Underlink lore doc

Wormtale lore doc

Backrooms OCs lore doc

Double Affirmative Rewritten lore doc

Guide to my gender

Chrono Tags:

Splatterverse

Underlidded

EraVerse

Rabidmare

Predestined Cozenage

Esoteric Tangibility

Random thoughts and tomfoolery

Interactive AU

The greatest lesbian polycule ever conceived (Coralena^2 content)

Have a duck

🦆

[tickled-blue-eldritch]

Mini vent alert lol. Has mentions of adult stuff.

Everyone is valid and entitled to their own opinions and ideas. But the fandom world (let alone the real one) just isn't built for kinky aros/aces and as someone who's all three...things get tiring.

I love my fandom spaces. But they're also exhausting. Most people can easily ignore/filter out a few squicks or scroll past some conversations that aren't interesting. But for me, I basically have to have that mindset with at least 80% of the things I see.

Romance? Pining? Eugh. I want a different relationship flavor for once. Why is everyone so obsessed with that? Penetration? Horny freaks? BIG pass. Human anatomy on a literal demon? WHY??? And uh...unless you go into some really freaky territory, that's kind of the entire buffet. I either have to pick apart my food for the pieces I like or just starve lol

I just want stuff in my flavor for once.

I want my little guys to love each other and be cute without having some romantic attraction. I don't want to read dark Hallmark movie plots.

I want them to have intimate moments that doesn't lead to them fucking or kissing. I want my demons to actually be demons. If I wanted humans, I'd read human AUs. I want them to be freaky and kinky without all the romance and horny desires.

And all the art out there is amazing, don't get me wrong. I'm just tired of never being able to find my flavor outside the land of dead dove. And also I'm sickened by people who complain that curating their own space and filtering content is too hard. You'll know hard when you can't even scroll for 10 seconds or join a conversation without feeling like the weird one. When you have to constantly look past your squicks and dislikes just so you can engage with the fandom in any capacity.

And when your food is so niche that people have to chop it up and make it look like everything else in order to enjoy it. I'm not mad. It's just exhausting hhhh

[urauntiefaye]

Update/I'm Back

Okay!, so if you haven't seen my recent post where I said I was coming back here's an official statement plus more information about my return.

So, first thing I would like to mention about my return is that I'm wanting to do an official "Mental Health" day thing. Basically one or two days of the week I'm wanting to open hours where I'll post something about Mental Health, and where you guys can send me questions or just little vents, obviously if you don't want it to be shared and want to get the topic at hand just between us that is fine just make sure you give me a heads up!, during those times you guys can pretty much just ask me questions or advice and stuff or you can ask me my opinion on a certain matter. I'm doing this because I feel like everyone should have a place to go to when something is bothering them, and that it's good to vent out things. I will be posting this post under the tag #🧚‍♀️MentalHealthCheck, so if you wish to not see these kinds of post that is completely okay, and you can block this tag.

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Second matter of business, I am wanting to give y'all a name, like what should I call you guys? please give suggestions on what you want to be called.

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Next topic! I have updated on the groups I will be writing for; I am not going to be writing for NCT as of the time being, this could change but right now I won't be. The reason for this is simply because I am just no longer into NCT as much as I used to be. Content for &Team will stay the same as this is a &Team focused account. I will still be writing for Enhypen, P1harmony, BoyNextDoor, and The Boyz.

However I am planning on bringing three new groups to this account and that is ZeroBaseOne, Treasure, and Riize. I've gotten really into ZB1 and Treasure these past months during my little solitude, and I've been into Riize since debut. I will be writing for pretty much all of the members for these groups minus Yujin-ZB1.

For Riize! Yes I will be writing for Seunghan, I might have some difficulty since I still don't know much about him considering his situation. But with that being said, I will not tolerate any hate towards him. If anyone has a problem with me writing for him they can simply just block me.

Now for the content I will be writing about, it will pretty much stay the same as it was. Only changes is that I'm wanting to write a little bit more serious/dark topics...mostly yandere and mafia stuff since those are my favorite AUs and I can barely find any content about those for literally any of the groups I'm into.

I am also wanting to start writing smaus, there one of my favorite story outlines and I have a few ideas for them specifically for Jaehyun of BND, Intak of P1H, and Junghwan of Treasure.

That is all, I know it's a lot and I appreciate all of y'all for staying with me. I love you bebes.

[n4talia-chaparro]

✦‧₊˚ Hi hewwo !! My name is Nat, and welcome to my blog. I'm just an artist who draws stuff for fun ! :D

꒰🌺꒱ ५◦ INTRODUCTION ★

✧ ˚. Natalia/Natty/Nat

✧ ˚. She/they || minor ! (17)

✧ ˚. Puerto Rican

✧ ˚. Autistic

✧ ˚. Artists, animator, writer & roleplaye

꒰🐚꒱ ५◦ FACTS ABOUT ME ! ★

₊˚🌊୧・ I'm part of the animation meme community...you can tell by my cringy YT channel lol

₊˚🌊୧・I like making kandis ! ! :"D

₊˚🌊୧・ English isn't my first language :<

₊˚🌊୧・ I'm a FLIP (both cg and little)

₊˚🌊୧・ I'm a Jerry Citizen & Fyde kinnie !

₊˚🌊୧・ BIG FAN OF HORROR MEDIA ! >:D

₊˚🌊୧・ Sensitive to rude/toxic people due to trauma,,, :"(

꒰🍡꒱ ५◦ WHAT DOES THIS BLOG CONTAIN ★

ᯓ★ This blog contains things like art, animation, rambles, vent/rants, etc. It may also contain cringy au dumping. If you don't like what I post, immediately stay away from my content. It's my space. Not yours >xp

ᯓ★ It's not suitable for any underage users either. If you are 11 or lower you will be blocked immediately. But please keep this in mind my blog is NOT 18+ and will never be. This blog was made for me to share my art, AUs, and make new friends for fun ! If you are a agere, furry, therian or anything; you are welcome to interact as long you don't cause trouble !

ᯓ★ Also contains a little bit of dark humor or simply cringy jokes. Like I said if you are younger (or a sensitive person), you are not allowed to interact with my stuff if you CANNOT handle any jokes. (I use those type of humor to cope, so um yikes)

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꒰🌴꒱ ५◦ CURRENT HYPERFIXATIONS ★

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ CU/TETOCU (and my AU <- BIG FIXATION..), CRK, MLP, Dandy's World, Forsaken, Regretevador, NewGrounds webseries, Mouthwashing, PuppetCombo, Analog Horror, Father Tucker, ROC, Alfred's Playhouse (<- I do not support Emily Youcis) The Vomit Trilogy, Gemini Home Entertainment, Mandela Catalogue.

✮₊˚ ˗ˏˋ FAV AESTHETICS ´ˎ˗ ✧.*

⋆˚🐾˖° Gyaru, beachcore, tropicalcore, scenecore, kidcore, frutiger aero, 2010s internet, Y2K, cutecore, nostalgiacore, meatcore, gorecore, vintagecore, vhscore, and 90s-2000s aesthetic

✮₊˚ ˗ˏˋ FAV ARTISTS ´ˎ˗ ✧.*

⋆˚🐾˖° Jack Stauber, "Weird AI" Yankovic, Nirvana, Korn, Deftones, Slipknot, Lemon Demon, Rebzyyx, Mc Bushpig, MSI, ICP, Three Days Grace, d2s1,

꒰🌸꒱ ५◦ TYPES OF REQUEST I ACCEPT ★

🥝⋆｡˚ Art, animation, fanfic, headcanon, and stimboard.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ WILL DO:

︵ ๑ ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ Fluff, SFW agere/little space, ships (oc x canon, oc ships, canon ships), selfships, sfw furry/therian, and AUs.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ WON'T DO:

’⑅ 🌺︶꒦ NSFW/smut, fetishes, offensive/controversial themes, complicated designs.

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⁺˖🏝 ⌗┆Inbox :: slightly open

𐔌🐠 ⊰ DM: open (still) !! 💐🫧ִ

꒰🍨꒱ ५◦ BOUNDARIES ★

｡𖦹° When entering my inbox & DM for questions, confession or art request, please do not spam, rush me or send threats. Some art takes time to finish + I'm slow at responding back due to anxiety.

｡𖦹°‧ Do not send nsfw or inappropriate/offensive asks. Sometimes stuff like that will make me uncomfortable, but jokes are fine as long it isn't extreme (unless if you are a close friend..)

｡𖦹°‧ Never tag/drag me in a drama related and weird stuff unless its fanarts & silly stuff.

｡𖦹°‧ We do NOT bring past/trauma in here ! This will get you blocked if you dare mention THOSE. NO one deserves their trauma/past to be mentioned as a form of mockery and laughs !

꒰✨꒱ ५◦ DO NOT INTERACT ★

🍹 ୧ ‧₊˚ Although I can not control who interacts with my content, I am willing to share my list just in case !

🌊 ∘ 𖦹 DNI list: Homophobes, racists, ableists, anti/NSFW agere, anti furries, anti therians, hardcore & toxic cristians, AI artists, fetish artists, etc.

୭ 🍡 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ Antis: ..hmmm....you see, it depends on the user (this includes on how the user behave) since I feel like this belongs to the "thin ice" list or sum (WHEN I say thin ice i meant something like "Hmmm idk about this one" moment cuz ive no clue if "neutral" is the correct word to describe). If you ever get blocked from this blog it's either because you were bullying and doxxing children or being hypocritical. If you don't want to be blocked, I suggest keeping your hands to yourself and be respectful.

⸝⸝ 🍧 . Proshippers: This time I don't know, honestly..... (personally, the term confuses me A LOT), mostly because I've noticed half of them have seen my stuff before and each of them are kids which I don't blame them BUT STILL, if you (the proship) ever cause drama/beef or do anything inappropriate, I won't hesitate to block you. However if you are here to see my content then um nice, but pls don't cause any beef/drama.

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ QUICK REMINDER: as much that I hate normal ship and proship discourse, I want you to understand that I am NOT defending or endorsing those stuff. I only block people because of their behavior. Not because of their labels & identity. (<- please remember that) I also want you to understand that I don't mind you interacting as long you don't cross my boundaries + like I said I cannot control who sees my content or not. If you wanna enjoy my art then go ahead but please respect me and my boundaries.

꒰🥥꒱ ५◦ SOCIALS ★

˚⊱🌊⊰˚ Straw.page: n4tch4ppy ✰༘⋆

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🌺⭑YouTube: Natalia Chaparro ˖ ࣪ ⌗

🍨୭ ˚. Instagram: n4ttych4ppy

── .✦ 🐚 DeviantArt: NataliaChxparro2007 ᵎᵎ

୨୧ ㆍ Wattpad: NattyChappy 🐠 ◝

🌴﹒Discord: Natty (nataliachaparr0)﹒✦彡

★﹒Tiktok: nataliachaparro07 (not too active)﹕🍡

⋆｡𖦹 anon emojis: 🌈🫀🐾 (cutecore theme) or 🌐🌊🐠 ! (Frutiger aero theme) ‧₊˚

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꒰🍍꒱ ५◦ AU / ASK SIDE BLOGS ★

✧ ˚. Tbgdotgp (ask, facts/info) - @tbgdotgp-au

✧ ˚. Sneedborg (well it is a big comfy agere side blog but also an ask blog) - @sneedborg

✧ ˚. K.R members (ask, info, rp) - @ask-the-k-rising-members

✦‧₊˚ Thanks for reading ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[avatar-legends-confessionblog]

I've come to vent about my relationship with Rozin of all things. I must warn that this is NOT anti Rozin confession! There's literally nothing wrong with this ship, but...

For a long time I thought it was the only genuinely good and interesting ship out of all ATLA and LOK ships. Despite having little to no screen time, I was nevertheless hooked by Roku's and Sozin's dynamic. And how could I not? Childhood friends turned into bitter enemies with all the angst and heartbreak it entails? *chief kiss* Rozin just had that kick that other ships didn't have to me. I mean it in the nicest way possible, but everything just felt bland and boring in comparison. Most likely because I'm a drama queen who loves screwed up stuff. In my head and private notes, I would make Rozin WORSE, I would add things that didn't happen in canon, that would NEVER happen in canon, that would plunge those two into a new dark abyss I made just for them. In my head and private notes, I would make Rozin BETTER, I would give Roku and Sozin a chance to reconcile, to learn from one another, to finally have a relationship they couldn't have in canon. I would come up with crazy AUs, one of them even became a baseline for my main crossover story.

I mean it genuinely that this ship was IT for me. And it was like that for 5 years...

Until it just... Wasn't anymore.

The overall ATLA fandom, unfortunately, doesn't share my sentiment. The arts and fics and hell even meta posts that would examine Roku and Sozin's relationship was extremely rare. All those things I did with Rozin privately ? That was basically all that I had. I kid you not, Rozin felt more like a fandom joke, than an actual ship. The ship tag was clogged with the same repetitive "haha, Roku and Sozin were exes" "haha, Roku and Sozin were gay" shit. A joke that was repeated over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. With no changes, no new punchline. It was funny the first couple of times, then it lost the punch, then it became annoying and then... those jokes became enraging. I was becoming SICK of them.

I would much rather have there be no new Rozin posts, than the ship tag being cluttered with. the. same. shitty. unfunny. repetitive. joke. At least the lack of content would motivate me to actually share the AUs and hcs I made in private. It would be a challenge, a drive. But, the fandom is dead set on seeing them as "just angsty exes, lol".

Oh, but that's not why I decided to write here. You know what I'm about to say. The upcoming Roku centric book, that, of course has scenes that are almost hand-crafted to pander to Rozin shippers.

I know I should be excited. I should be happy. My ship is finally getting attention! Getting official interaction since, what? Over a decade of NOTHING?

But, I felt nothing.

At first.

Then, when I realized that I felt nothing I felt... rage? Sadness? Despair?

I used to LOVE Rozin. What happened? I should be excited. Why am I not?

It has been 5 years of that. Of Rozin being worse than nothing. Not even a ship, but an inside joke among ATLA fans. I would've been fine if the book interactions contradicted my hcs, I would just make new ones or change the old ones a little. But, I got tired. At this point, I feel nothing for the ship. Maybe annoyance. I definitely think I don't like it now. And it's sad. It's almost tragic.

I love Roku and Sozin as characters. And I used to love shipping them, as another way to explore and study them as characters. But now, I think, I will just block Rozin tag and dismiss any ship context if I do happen to start posting my ATLA fan art again and people would ask of I shipped them or not. I don't. Not anymore. If you really want a ship content with them, well, I suppose I have my OC x Roku ship, but, I'm certain no one would be interested in that, so I'll just keep it to myself.

Sorry for the long rant. Sorry that it sounds so dramatic or pathetic. But, I feel better after writing everything here. Maybe I can finally leave this all behind.

X

[clairethecutepup]

"Don't Become Scary, too..." (Billie and Seve's Adventures)

... That horrible moment when fan content essentially becomes canonical. No, not Claire's inclusion in Billie and Seve's Adventures, but my little "Evil Alexis AU" essentially becoming reality in the fanfictions true universe. At the very least, it was done through Vadrigar's efforts more than Alexis naturally succumbing to her vices and flaws, especially thanks to a specific blonde pup... Still, it terrifies me either way (but I admit it's less intense with her nobly giving into Vadrigar for Daisy's sake). Truth be told, I was already planning to draw fanart of the "what if" scenario to Alexis happily joining Vadrigar's side, but then it actually happened in the series, so perfect time...

Now, it's time to take a break from CK64 stuff again, with fear vented out and possibly making it harder for that doe to leave my imagination for the darkness occupying my bed's side... I already was certain I had those damn hellhounds of Simeon and Azariah standing over it in Seve and Alexis' uncanny/imperfect forms, back when I was making their reference sheet... No, not the sole reason I find myself losing heart in CK64 content creation yet again, but they are damn haunting...

@kingludoavarius

[hunterwritesstuff]

Can u tell us about ur au, (anything u what maybe how Sammy has a bigger role or something?)

Sammy has a bigger role and doesn't immediately fucking die for one! :) The Bendy cult actually has a presence, for two! Sammy is actually a fair bit scarier, too lol(more Sammy content in general because HE HAS SO MUCH FUCKING POTENTIAL COME ON GUYS) This is just the chapter setup I have figured out so far:

Chapter 1: remains mostly the same, just a bit longer.

Chapter 2: Music department, but Sammy is nowhere to be found, yet you hear audio recordings or see messages on the wall talking about "Lord Bendy's ever righteous Prophet" and how "His songs of despair will spell freedom for us all" or something. You still get captured, but by a lost one trying to gain Sammy's favor. The chapter ends the same, except the lost one manages to escape the Bendy attack. You escape the same way and still run into Boris.

Chapter 3: Starts up similar, but instead of going through the dark, you go through a vent. This is where Sammy makes his appearance. A cutscene starts where you peek through a vent grate(not opening it because Henry's not fucking stupid.) and see Sammy lecturing the Lost One on how they "Let the purest of lambs escape and upset our beloved lord in the process. Now we must make amends in blood." The Lost One attempts to refute this, saying "It was out of my control! I tried to contain him! I would've taken your lamb with me, but you" and then the Lost One goes silent. Then you hear the familiar voice speak up. "Would anyone else like to take the side of the heretic?" Unsure of if after this, chapter 3 would continue like in-game or if the Susie chapter would get pushed back and there would be more than five chapters(probably, if I'm being honest)

Still working out chapter 4 and ESPECIALLY chapter 5 because

GOOD FUCKING CHRIST.

Aside from that, other characters have importance to stuff that I totally know and am totally not still working out at all! /j

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Would you write reverse crowlien but sapphic? Perhaps a first meeting number two? Only if you feel like humouring yet another au of an au of an au of course

Please, it's my specialty to make aus of aus of aus! :D (like, for real, this is very normal for me, also, I'm a sucker for wlw monster content)

Warning: mentioned body horror, alien stuff, sci-fi horror, sci-fi nonsense, Crowley is an android (though it's not brought up), Aziraphale is an alien-human hybrid, death mentioned

On with the fic!

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Crowley ran through the halls as the lights blinked red in warning, sounds blasting from hidden speakers. For someone's sake, she was so sick and tired of the color red.

She jumped over objects that still needed to be cleaned up and put back into place, past blood smears and stains from someone trying to find a hiding spot. Had it been Eric? Or Erik? Maybe even Erich? She couldn't remember, everything was still... murky.

That wasn't important now. Now, she had to see what the fuck happened at one of the airlocks. Something had happened that forced activated it, and Crowley hoped, HOPED that is had just been a malfunction.

She was still trying to repair the station as best as she could, but with her being the sole survivor (along with Bentley, clever, sweet, baby girl kitty), it was harder than it should be, even for the chief science officer and mechanic. So, some things were still malfunctioning, and that was driving her crazy.

Crowley still didn't know if there was anything else out of the moon's surface that could be a threat.

She found airlock 4 and clutched tightly the heavy wrench in her hands, just in case she had to fight. She peered inside and found that it was empty, the door to the outside was sealed shut. The systems looked find, but something was on the floor.

Crowley put in the code to open the airlock and stepped inside, keeping the door open. On the floor was what looked like one of the grates for the air vents.

And it looked to have been torn out of the ceiling.

Swallowing, Crowley slowly looked up, seeing claw marks all over the ceiling and around the large opening. Maybe... maybe it was from before, when that horrible monster was on here.

Behind her, she found the door was in a similar state, scratched to hell, even the touch pad to access getting into the station itself.

"Fuck." She said and punched a few things into it, surprised that the screen and keypad still worked.

The warning sirens that had been blasting through the ship finally stopped, but the lights were still red. They always malfunctioned like that, it would take a few minutes for them to finally return to normal.

She stepped back out into the hall and sighed, rubbing her eyes with one hand. "I'm just... paranoid."

And alone.

She looked at her hand, seeing the two bands that now sat on it. One on her left ring finger, the other one a bit big, it could only fit on her thumb without slipping off. The first was silver, the other gold, both with the same engraving inside of them.

She bit down hard on her lip.

No, no crying.

No being upset.

She had to keep going, she was the optimist, that's what Azi-

Crowley felt her whole body tense up when she heard something down the hall. Something that sounded like steps.

They were too big and too heavy to be tiny cat paws. Crowley wasn't walking, she wasn't even in her work boots, she couldn't make steps like that for them to echo.

Everyone was dead.

She knew that.

She buried the remains.

All except-

Slowly, Crowley turned to look at the other end of the hall, opposite of where she came from, and saw something in red light as it turned a corner.

The shape was large, with limbs too long and distorted, a body bathed in red with dark patches across the skin that looked to be pulled tightly over a complicated skeletal structure.

Teeth.

Lots of teeth, even from the distance Crowley stood at, even with one working eye, she could see teeth.

Scraggly hair covered the thing's head, and it had such deep set eyes.

That stared directly at Crowley.

Then it moved, it ran.

Crowley ran.

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In this au, they're not dating like the other two, these Ineffables are married.

Aziraphale sacrificed herself to save Crowley, hoping she'd escape. Crowley didn't, couldn't leave. She wanted Aziraphale to come back.

Well, she got her wish. :)

[emphasis-on-the-oopsie]

NEW PINNED

Hi, I'm Victor, and my pronouns are fluid though you can default to these pronouns. You can find other names I go by, terms I use, and my other pronouns here, though the pronouns section is a bit outdated ^^"

This is a general fandom blog! I reblog whatever catches my eye, though my main fandoms are Rhythm Doctor and Sanders Sides. I have a LOT of other fandoms though

Tags I use:

#victor rambles - original posts

#victor draws - my art (#victor doodles is for less serious art)

#victor writes - my fic (#vic is writing for me posting about the writing process)

#victor crafts - non fic or art creative endeavors such as embroidery

#victor's ocs - my ocs (my ocs also have their own tags!)

#victor's aus - my aus (some of my aus have their own tags! see #fic ideas for less concrete fic/au ideas)

#ask victor - ask tag

#tagged for vic - tag for posts im mentioned in! (You can also use this as a tracking tag in case i dont see it lol)

#vic's rd rp - rhythm doctor rp, either me with my ian and ada rp blogs or me sending asks to rp blogs

Other places you can find me!

AO3 - SnowyShipsLogicality (my fics are locked to people with accounts, sorry!)

Toyhouse - SnowfallStar

Artfight - SnowfallStar

Logicality blog - @glassesgays

Paian blog - @can-consolation-trophy

Ian RP blog - @progamerhatsunemiku

I like receiving asks and getting tagged in things as long as you respect my boundaries! Likewise, reblog this post if you want me to send you an ask!

[EDIT: Only blogs I follow can tag me now! If you can't tag me, tag me in discord or send the post via my askbox. If it's an original post, use my tracking tag!]

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[krysmcscience]

Oh, I can assure you, if you had asked me if my design for Umber was a reference to My Immortal, and it actually wasn't, I would have taken one look at that whole legendary shitshow of a fic and been like. 'Ya know what? IT IS NOW! XD' Totes get the paranoia thing, tho, I tend to drown in many layers of social anxiety before posting or responding to anything. Case in point, it took me literal hours to work up the courage to post my very first fanart for Crinkle because I was worried they would hate my interpretations of their characters, lmaooooo

I am also in the same boat about the followers (or lack thereof) thing, and trying not to worry about what they might think of my interests, ahaha... Although, an IRL friend has become Kind Of Concerned about the stuff I enjoy thanks to my tumblr posts, which. Has been less than fun, considering that nothing about me has ever exactly screamed "consumes wholesome content only". This is the point at which I stare wall-eyed at my many old toxic ships and problematic faves. Please, I. I just. I have media literacy in droves, I promise, I just want to use the majority of it for consuming horrifically dark stories with nearly-to-fully irredeemable villains going apeshit and then regretting their choices to a massive degree while all the other characters they fucked over go on to pick up the pieces afterward and maybe even find happiness or justice or at least some catharsis in the process, okay??? <:]

This is why I actually like to hate White - cuz like, yes, he is still absolutely a wretched menace, and did many horrible things that I guarantee you I have not forgotten (hard staring at the whole Yellow/Everett in the vents scenario rn, jfc). Even so, that little fucker is not only charming and entertaining in his own weird, twisted way, but he definitely regrets his choices now that's he's dead, and can't properly socialize like he so desperately wants to. >:3c It helps his case that Brown is actually getting the space and time and support he needs to heal, all while White has to just grumpily sit back in ghost-space and watch. Along with his latest reveal of wanting the same thing as all the rest of us (PURPLE'S DEATH), this is what relegates him to 'The Worst (Affectionate)' rather than 'The Worst (Derogatory)' for me, and possibly for others, as well. Though, admittedly, I think that might be the actual Unpopular Opinion here, and the folks biased in White's favor are just more vocal. XD

Purple, on the other hand...yikes. That guy is just. 'The Worst (Extremely Derogatory)'. I can't even enjoy hating him, I just want him to die and go away forever. He has too much of a bloated ego to ever consider regretting his choices, and he never even manages to be charming or funny about it, either. >:[ And unlike in White's case with Brown, Cyan is still very much in the thick of his misery, with Purple right there with him, always, and making it Progressively Worse, ON PURPOSE, because he's a BASTARD. ÒnÓ

But anyway...

I can't say I ship Brown/Devon, per se, but I do enjoy the concept of the chaos that would unfold if they were to be, say. Caught drunkenly making out in public. A notorious space pirate captain and the most publicly adored Admiral of MIRA, kissing in a seedy bar without the knowledge of their partners and husband??? The SCANDAL that would ensue~ :3c (I am looking forward to when Crinkle unleashes that AU upon us readers, LMAO, I know it's coming!!!)

With the final chapter of TCWKTM by @crinklytinfoil upcoming I have decided to celebrate with more doodles. YAY!

(Did I say upcoming, I meant release. Apperently I posted this 3 minutes after the last chapter updated)

I don't know why I have decided that Shrike always wears those night vision goggles(?) now but they look cool at least(GOD I LOVE THEM).

I think I've finally gotten a hang of Dani's hairstyle for my design which is a blessing because in order from the easiest to hardest hair texture to draw is Coily>Straight>Locs>Wavy>Braids>Curly with a jump of times 4 from braids to curly(My hubris for giving Cyan short curly hair has and will continue to keep biting me in the ass).

Speaking of Cyan, I've also updated him. He always has eye bags now cause he feels tired now, more so than the start of the fic at least. Since, unless I've missed something, he's still wearing Black's suit I felt I should make it a part of his outfit. One of the issues I was having when I drew him though was that we still call him Cyan but he wasn't wearing cyan anymore which is an issue when I read the story but when I drew him it just felt odd. My solution to that hangup of mine was to keep the suit and belt black’s but give him the gloves and boots so there's at least some cyan still on him since I don't think it was ever stated that Johnny cut those off, there wouldn't be a reason to and they would fit him better than Johnny's anyways. He also isn’t wearing his backpack thing or helmet(not that I ever drew anyone with theirs anyways) since I figured they probably lost it or some shit. In this pic no one is wearing theirs but that’s just because I wanted them to look like they were chilling, Cyan straight up doesn’t have his.

Funnily enough this is the one that took the least amount of time to make, I started it yesterday and finished it like now though I do attribute that to a stroke of sudden inspiration that I was able to draw in my sketchbook so honestly most of the work was the coloring.

Drawing these guys just kinda being silly is so fun it's unfair, especially Purple. This man has done so much bullshit, I should shoot him on sight but the moment I pick up my pen he appears, the motherfucker! A pretty fun aspect of these purple are, as you can see, he's using Grey's skin. While I'm pretty sure in the story he looks the exact same I figured it would be more fun for drawing purposes to mix the two of them together to create some distinction rather than just drawing Grey with a purple suit.

My design for Grey had him as average height but more stout(at least comparatively for my artstyle) while Purple was a little more scrawny and tall which worked well for what I wanted to do. His bangs are center parted when Grey's bangs are gathered in the center. Also I drew their expressions differently, when it's Purple I draw his more bitter/sour, I decided that most of his expressions are squinty and tend to furrow the brows while Grey's are more, I'm not sure how to put it, genuine?

As you can probably tell I really enjoy trying to come up with the character's designs myself but I know when to throw in the towel and admit someone did better than me. I tried to come up with a design for Olive/Finch myself but I just could not come up with one I liked even equally let alone more than @krysmcscience 's design. They really captured their energy well so I’m just using theirs.

Ayy, I drew my take on good old Johnny boy. I think I did a pretty good job making him look older without him becoming a mass of wrinkles.

Drawing Flayer's ship was pretty fun, I've been trying to draw backgrounds and objects more so it was good practice. We obviously don't know what it actually looks like yet other than it is made of flesh and metal so I definitely had to just make shit up. For these bitches sake I hope it's bigger than what I designed because it is going to suck otherwise. Just as I'm typing this I kinda already wanna redesign it though.

I went for something more simple based of the premise that ships are complicated and difficult to make; the whole thing is kinda supposed to look like the flesh is doing a lot of the work to keep it together to compensate for a lack of technical knowledge and skill but just now I remembered that Flayer was the head of the mechanics so she almost certainly has more than enough knowledge and experience to make a good ship on her own even without the flesh. Oh well, I can redesign it when we learn more. I'm keeping its face though, the face was a completely but incredibly happy accident.

Also, I find it interesting that the Imposter’s missions are usually about them destroying biomechanical technology but one of Flayer's named imposter abilities is to use her genetic material to create machinery that fuses artificial and organic material.

Bounus Doodles!

I'm pretty sure these were all drawn sometime before the new year but they were all I had and I didn't want to post one image of doodles so enjoy them now.

While I am still proud of Brown and Devon making out I think my favorite doodle here is Cyan and his judgmental ass face. Why is he staring at Finch like, he is not in any position to but judging like that.

I also borrowed Kry's designs for Red and Umber, I couldn't help myself for Umber, it was just too perfect!

Not sure how I feel about my take on Skeld!White(Finnegan I CANT-). I'm not sure if it's just I'm so used to seeing Kry's design that anything else feels weird or just that I made him too baby faced and princessy. I tend to draw men that are very pretty and feminine so I think I went overboard when I tried my hand since he was usually described similar to how I would normally design a man.

[bigdumboctonerd]

Splatoon roleplay blog for a New Agent 3, part of a duo of New Agent 3s, my swirlfriend’s 3 is the other half of this duo @/bigdumbsquidnerd,

BYI and DNI

Neon, (Neo or Ne for short,) uses They/Xe/Any other neos

Neon is nonverbal, and uses their phone, or octoling shades as AAC devices

General backstory underneath:

Born and raised in Octo Canyon in the Cephalon HQ sector, Neon grew to elite ranking, and earned their place as one of the top espionage agents; primarily tasked with observing the Zapfish and the surface’s security systems to report to Octavio.

Constantly under the threat of societal collapse due to the energy and resource crisis, the military had grown particularly strict, residential areas struggling more than ever.

One morning, most of everyone is suddenly missing. No warning, no notice of leave, the few that remained were left to panic, and with that, the underground became borderline uninhabitable, without enough remaining to keep it sustainable.

Those that remained desperately attempted to scramble for answers, Neon left feeling abandoned and lost. Was there a mass betrayal? Had spies infiltrated and eliminated nearly everyone? We’re they left to die here?

As Octavio leaves to attempt to find and recover the lost troops, Neon aimlessly wanders, finding their way up to the surface, hoping to find someplace, or someone, that would allow for them to survive.

Eventually, while wandering the desert, they encounter a stray Inkling they reluctantly decide to stick with, inadvertently leading them to Cuttlefish himself, and being dragged into the Squidbeak Splatoon. Leading to an odd fight with their boss, and the fall into Alterna.

Soon after, Neon discovers what happens to the lost troops, and is faced with the fuzzy anomaly that threatens the planet…

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭

part two of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader's childhood cat suddenly gets diagnosed with cancer, and she has to make a big decision about what to do. this fanfic includes heavy topics like: pet euthanasia, extreme loss/grief, depression, the problems with pet healthcare, and more. there will be some humor/fluff placed throughout, and also smut somewhere along the way. :))

18+ warnings: masterbation. sexual fantasies. kinda perv behavior but not really??

word count: 3.0k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: i seriously contemplated on whether or not I should post this chapter, after all of the events of this week. I want to make sure that I am cautious and sensitive to everyone during such a painful time. but in the end, I decided to post this since perhaps, it might help a few of you out there who are dealing with so many emotions right now. I cried while I was writing this last week because it brought up so many feelings that I felt when I had to put down my dog almost 2 years ago. so if this chapter make you sad, please don't feel bad about that or think that you're alone, because I swear that you're not. next week's chapter will be a little bit on the lighter side of things (but just barely). take care of yourselves, okay?? take everything one day at a time. allow yourself to feel a plethora of things, or nothing at all. everyone is different and processes things at a variety of paces. this isn't a race, this is life. and as always, my asks/dms are always open if you just need to vent to a listening ear. I love you guys, and... stay strong, yeah?? ❤️

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴛᴇs (ᴛʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs). ©ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴡʀɪᴛᴇsᴛʜɪɴɢs ⤐ ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

You decided to schedule the appointment on a Sunday afternoon, that way you’d be off of work. Since the night you had spent with Dr. Lee in the waiting room after hours three weeks before, he had continually checked up on you throughout the weeks by way of numerous phone calls. And it felt like, with each one that passed, they seemed to grow longer, as the two of you talked about everything and nothing - all in hopes of trying to get your mind off of the imminent date. 

 From your daily phone calls, you had gleaned some valuable information from Dr. Lee - like the fact that he had been single since he opened up the clinic three years prior since it was pretty hard to keep up a long-term relationship when he was so busy with clients and managing a successful business. 

 You didn’t even know how the topic of romantic adventures came up in your daily wellness calls, but all at once, you were confiding in Dr. Lee about your most recent boyfriend which had broken up with back in university. But you didn’t go into too much detail about the relationship, and you skimmed over the… bad parts of it all. 

  You alluded to your horrible breakup with your ex during the conversation, and you briefly mentioned your ex’s awful treatment of you at the very end of the relationship - but you never crossed the line of professionalism and confessed to all the bitterness you still held for your ex. No, you didn’t think Dr. Lee needed to know such intimate details about your life. But also, he probably wouldn’t care. After all, the phone calls were only a means to an end… 

 And besides, no one else in the entire world knew the extent of your old relationship, so you didn’t see any point in telling a random veterinarian about such a dark part of your past.

 The calls seemed to help somewhat - if only to take your mind off of the looming date. But then, as soon as Dr. Lee hung up, your thoughts were clouded with the pain of losing Nyx all over again. 

 Slowly, you were watching her deteriorate. Dr. Lee warned you that things would go downhill quite fast, and fast they did - since Nyx hardly wanted to eat her meals anymore, even when you’d try to coax her with her favorite treat of a fresh sardine. She was incredibly lethargic and because of the weight loss that she experienced from the lack of an appetite, her thinness only caused more pressure to be put on her legs, which was where the cancer was located. 

 Throughout it all, Dr. Lee did a tremendous job of preparing you for the day - the day that you were expecting to take the place in your mind as the worst moment in your entire life. The two of you planned it so that his schedule was completely free for the procedure. Originally, he told you that he usually doesn't accompany his clients into the euthanization room, and instead leaves it up to the vet techs to take care of the protocol. But without you even having to ask him, he assured you that he’d be with you the entire time - that he’d be the administer of the drug. Because he already knew, that having anyone else there with you wouldn’t help, not in the least bit. Sure, Yongbok and Hyunjin and Seungmin were good techs, but nothing could compare to the utterly calming presence that Dr. Lee alluded… with his soft, brown eyes and his slight smile and- 

 You were thinking about him again- damn it. 

 Because besides being cluttered with the pain of losing Nyx, your mind was also full of so many thoughts about… him. 

 And how, ever since that night in the clinic, he had continued to call you by your first name. No honorifics, no pretense. And even though he felt familiar and warm to you, you still felt somewhat uncomfortable to drop the doctor title. You wondered if he thought it was odd, how he was addressing you informally, and yet you were still doing the ‘keep it professional’ bit.

 When you were busy working at your desk throughout the day, you found your eyes constantly moving over to the side to check your phone. To see if he had called you.

 While you were eating your packed lunch by yourself in your office’s break room, your mind kept replaying the way that it had felt, when he had touched you that night - with those slender fingers and warm palms of his. 

 When you were lounging on your apartment’s small sofa, watching tv before you went to bed, your thoughts drifted off to the sound of his voice, and the way that he always said your name so delicately. 

 But perhaps worse of them all, is what you would do late at night, when you lay wide awake wrapped up in your duvet covers in bed. Because instead of thinking about Nyx, your musings drifted off to him, yet again.

 And perhaps it had something to do with your exhaustion from the end of the day, 

 Or the fact that it was so very dark in your bedroom, 

 But more often than not, your imagination would get the best of you, and all at once, things were turning deeper, dimmer…

 Flashes of him, and that smile that he always gave you when he first saw you during a visit, danced across your vision, 

 As you imagined what he’d look like, staring you down, bright eyes glued to your exposed self. 

 You dreamed about that pretty, red mouth of his, lips turning kiss-swollen and sticky from your very essence. 

 You wondered how it’d feel, to have him towering over you, whispering sinful words into your ear with that sly tongue of his, as he pressed you further down into the bedsheets. 

 And when those thoughts came upon you, you just… couldn’t help yourself. 

 Hand playing with yourself- 

 Grazing over pert buds, 

 Tickling a sensitive waist, 

 Spreading swollen lips, 

 Brushing against a throbbing knot, 

 Pushing past folds and curving inward. 

 And every time, the only thing that crossed your mind, was him. 

 Him - and his smell and his voice and his built frame. 

 In those heated moments of twilight, you only ever made one single sound as you thrashed about between your thick duvet covers…

 “Minho.” 

 The name fell from your bitten-raw lips in whispers, cries, and pleas. 

 Maybe it was because you hadn’t been with a man in so long, 

 Or maybe it was because you were a grown woman and so naturally, you were extremely horny most of the time. 

 But all at once, as you delved into such fantasies late at night, you realized that the attraction to him had always been there. 

 You had just tried to mask it with honorifics and professionalism since you didn’t want to cross any lines. Since you figured that a man of his stature - of wealth and success - would never stoop so low to date a woman like yourself. 

 Even still, none of that stopped you. 

 Stopped your midnight explorations or the way that he seemed to inherently infect your very being with every breath that you took throughout the day. 

 But eventually, the crest of sadness took over everything again, as the day finally came to a head. To your relief, the weather outside on that Sunday afternoon was bright and sunny. You didn’t know what you’d do with yourself if it had been grey and drizzling. 

 You stopped just outside of the clinic’s doors, forcing yourself to take a good look at it all, as you held Nyx in her carrier at your side. It’d be the last time that you stepped through these doors with her in hand. 

 And that’s when the tears started. They silently traced down your cheeks, even as you shuffled through the clinic’s front doors slowly. The bell above your head signaled your arrival, and as if on cue, Jisung and Chan’s heads turned in unison from their computers at the front desk to where you stood at the entrance of the clinic. 

 In an instant, Jisung was getting out of his chair and flitting over to you. “Hi, Y/N,” he said in a soft voice, offering you a gentle smile. “Hi, Nyx.” He bent down in front of you, peering into the black carrier and cooing at your cat. 

 “How long is the wait time?” You asked, voice shaky as you clutched a little harder on the handle of the carrier. 

 Jisung peered up at you then, his big, doe-like brown eyes shining with compassion. “About ten minutes.” 

 You nodded without saying another word, as you began to make your way over to the front desk to check in for your appointment. The entire time you spoke with Jisung, Chan had been watching the two of you in silence, assessing the atmosphere and displaying a compassionate face.

 “Ji said it’s gonna be ten minutes.” Is all you said, as you stood in front of the wooden front desk. You couldn’t meet their eyes anymore, your vision too blurry with tears. And frankly, their pity just made you feel even worse just then.  

 “Yeah, that’s about right,” Chan began, typing away at his computer. Then he slid over a clipboard and had you sign your name at the end of the document. Signing away on the procedure. Signing away on Nyx’s life. “And… I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

 “Me too.” You whispered before you were pulling away from them and taking a seat near the doors to the back of the clinic. Usually, while you waited for your appointment, you’d scroll through social media on your phone or pick up a nearby magazine and peruse the articles. 

 This time, you just sat there. You sat there in utter despair and silence, before deciding to pull out Nyx from her carrier. She was a little less warm than she had always been, and the thinnest you had ever seen her. Even still, she looked beautiful to you. You pressed your face into her midnight-black fur, taking in the sweet smell of her and nuzzling into her pliable skin. 

 “I love you so much, girl,” you muttered into her coat, before giving her a few kisses. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you…” 

 The minutes ticked by slowly after that, as you clutched on protectively to Nyx. As you kissed your childhood best friend. As you fought for the last seconds spent with the single most stable thing in your entire life. 

 And then, you heard the fateful call of your name ring out across the waiting room. You stood from your chair, muscles moving like they were trapped in a vat of sticky molasses. Your gaze was fixated on the ground at your feet, so you didn’t see who had called your name. 

 “Right this way,” it was Hyunjin’s angelic-like voice that graced your ears, as you walked through the threshold and into the back hallway of the clinic. You felt his hand land atop your shoulder, his slender fingers gently squeezing there in a soothing gesture. 

 Then he was leading you through the back hallways, past the examination rooms that you had sat in with Nyx countless times. Finally, he stopped just in front of a door that was painted in a baby-blue color. 

 “The doctor will be right with you,” Hyunjin began, his tone ghostly-faint and fading away behind you as your eyes locked with the room you were about to be left alone in. “I’ll be right here when you’re done.” 

 You didn’t even register the door being shut closed behind you, too focused on the decorations that were placed throughout the room. The walls were painted a sky-blue, with a beautiful stain-glass window in the center of the room. The scene depicted a magnificent sunset, bursting with colors that were burnt cayennes and violets. The room was quite small, but the bright, real flowers placed throughout the area helped to add life to the otherwise depressing atmosphere - with their brilliant yellows and reds. Just underneath the stained glass window was a small pedestal that was covered in a thick duvet and plastic rap, and off in the corner of the room was a sliding glass window with a curtain shielding the other side of the glass. 

 You sat down on the nearby bench, looking at everything around you. Looking at the pedestal that was before you - where Nyx would be laid to rest. And it felt like your heart was bleeding irrevocably inside of your chest, straining and pumping at the same time as you tried to come to terms with the situation at hand. 

 At least she was going to join the afterlife in a safe space - at least it was beautiful looking and- 

 Your thoughts were interrupted by the shutting of the door that you had originally walked through. Lifting your head from Nyx who was peacefully dozing in your arms, you came face-to-face with Dr. Lee. He was dressed in his usual garb of black slacks and a white doctor's coat. 

 “How are you doing, Y/N?” Was the first thing he asked, as he shut the door behind him and neared you. He knelt in front of your knees, taking both of your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze. 

 That’s when you managed to find the courage to look up into his eyes finally, and the heartache and pain that you found there just made it hurt a little bit more. You felt your bottom lip quake, as the sobs freely flowed from you. You didn’t even have to reply since he already knew how difficult this was for you. So he kept quiet, not moving from his position in front of you and holding onto you as you cried yourself to exhaustion. 

 “I-I’m ready,” you finally said, roughly scrubbing at your eyes with the palm of one of your hands to try and knock some sense into yourself. 

 “Are you sure?” He questioned, the concern dripping in his voice from the way that it deepened somewhat. 

 You nodded furiously, heart hurting so much that it felt like you were going to drop dead from a heart attack any minute. “Y-Yeah.” 

 Then his hands were slipping away from yours, leaving a fierce shiver to course down the length of your spine at the absence of his touch. He stood close to the curtained window and tapped on the glass once, and you turned your head to the side just in time to glimpse Yongbok pushing the glass aside before he handed over a metal dish that had a small syringe placed in it. 

 You swallowed around the huge lump that was forming in your dry throat. And when Yongbok offered you a sincere, comforting smile, all you could do was nod once before he was shutting the glass door again, pulling the curtain closed to give you and Dr. Lee some privacy. 

 Then it was all happening at once - too quickly for you to even grasp - as Dr. Lee was gently taking Nyx from your grasp and laying her down on the cushioned pedestal. She put up no resistance and nudged her little black nose into the palm of his hands, purring in satisfaction. She had always had a soft spot for the doctor. 

 You stumbled over to her, grabbing hold of one of her paws and squeezing it delicately. You peered up at Dr. Lee through hazy eyes, his face a blotch of color shining through your tear-stained vision. “P-Promise me it’ll be painless, doctor. You- you have to promise me…” Your voice broke off at the end of your words, as you leaned down into Nyx and pressed kiss after kiss into her silky fur. 

 “She won’t feel a thing, Y/N. I promise.” You heard Dr. Lee say before he was moving again, picking up one of her paws in bated silence. You felt his eyes on you, as you cried into Nyx’s warm skin for the last time. 

 “I love you so much, girl…” You whispered, voice barely audible to your ears. Cracking irrevocably. “I’ll see you again someday- so... just wait for me there, yeah?” 

 Then, almost like she could understand your words, Nyx moved her head over to your neck and nuzzled into you, purring lowly. The sobs wracked through your body, as you felt Dr. Lee leaning into her at the same time as you held her close. 

 You squeezed your eyes shut, like if you closed them long enough, everything would disappear. 

 The pain, 

 The loss, 

 The fear. 

And then just like that, Dr. Lee was sighing heavily, a metric ton of agonizing weight in just his breathing alone. “It’s done.” 

 In the blink of an eye, it was all over. 

 You clutched onto Nyx’s languid body, holding onto her for dear life. Perhaps, if you held her long enough, she’d come back. 

 But nothing happened. 

 There was no more purring, 

 Or meowing, 

 Or scratching. 

 Just… 

 Utterly nothing. 

 Silence. 

 And that was the worst part about it all. 

“It hurts,” you began, voice not even sounding like your own from all of the dryness and the crying, “it hurts so fucking much.” 

 You were shaking your head then, still clutching at one of Nyx’s little pink paws. Then you felt arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest. Hands clutched at your sides, and you all but turned around to bury your face into the warmth of Dr. Lee. 

 “I know,” he said in a hushed tone, his deep, melodic voice so close to your ear that it sent a ripple of shivers across your skin. “I know it hurts, Y/N, but I’m here…” 

 And then you could do nothing more, 

 As a new wave of grief washed over you, 

 Suffocating the very air right out of your lungs, 

 Drying out your entire being, 

 Causing the dull pain of a bad headache to bloom across either of your temples. 

 All you could do at that point was cry and cry and cry, your entire body violently shaking as you held onto Dr. Lee for dear life. And he made no point of pulling away from you. Almost like, he had planned to be there all along. 

To be continued...

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