#he has and will kill without so much as questioning

[svnscape]

40 - i don’t know

it’s been almost three months. three months since those sad pathetic texts of yours were looking back at you like they were mocking you.

three months of you looking frantically at any notification that settles into your phone, in hopes that it would be him. that it would be haechan texting you back.

but all you got was a sad small “delivered” under your very idiotic texts for three long and dreadful months.

you had managed to move, settle down in an apartment barely five minutes way from your new campus, go on summer vacation with lara renjun and jeno, have jeno come visit you multiple times and nag you about the horrible plumping system in your new apartment and yet, nothing had changed.

you had managed to do so many things during those months but none of which calmed down your anxiety and your need to get in contact with haechan.

to be honest you could’ve done more if you wanted, for example, by reaching out to his friends or finding another mean of communication.

but you were scared.

you were scared of looking stupid now that the tables have turned and you were on the receiving end of this frustrating silent treatment. the same one you were giving to haechan.

but his lasted way longer than yours and you were slowly getting worried that something has happened to him.

you checked his socials so many times only to find that the last time he’s been active was during graduation.

his abandoned instagram account was still dead silent and what worried you the most is that his friends were equally as silent.

even zhong chenle the oversharer.

you asked jeno and nagged him to ask jaemin but all he gave you was a questionable nose scrunch and a side eye.

not even lara, a master in stalking, was able to find haechan’s whereabouts.

and it killed you, specially since you had no right to complain about this or victimize yourself since this was absolutely your own doing.

a consequence of your many unsolved traumas, fears and unshakable avoidance, all which mark had a huge molding hand in.

but that was not the point right now.

the point is that you were ten minutes away from starting a new chapter of your life without properly ending and neatly folding the page of the previous one.

how could you start again when all you were thinking about was the last line of that chapter?

a line that was smudged and ruined because of your own fears and doubts. the suspense of “what could’ve happened” gnawing away at your comfort.

sweat was slowly forming on your neck right below your now long hair, as you stood very still in front of the big and glossy wooden door of your designated classroom.

first day of this masters program and you already wanted to go home and get on your phone to spend your day stalking haechan’s unwavering socials without daring to send him another next.

but that wasn’t an option as you hear a deep and husky voice emerging from inside the classroom, signaling that this introduction presentation had already started whilst you’ve been daydreaming in front of this poor harmless door.

with a huge sigh and a silent mantra, you open the door and wince when you notice how everybody was now looking at you as you obviously interrupted the now aggravated old and evil looking professor.

you quietly apologize and jog up the small stairs inside the room to take place in the furthest seat you could find, hoping that it’ll make people forget about you already.

the professor clears his throat and continues introducing the program and you were now slowly regretting choosing it seeing how much work and effort you needed to pour into it. something you obviously didn’t have at the moment as you felt yourself slowly starting to yawn, sliding down the chair and putting a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide it.

you almost started dreaming, deep in sleep, when the main door of the classroom opened, jolting you awake from your nap with the way it sound echoed in the rather big classroom.

so much for KwangyaU being a prestigious university in comparison to NCTU, you thought with a small smirk, eyes still sleepy and closed.

“now this is getting annoying and disrespectful! the presentation started almost twenty minutes ago” you hear the professor growl into the small black microphone positioned right below his chin.

“i’m sorry i got lost”

no way.

you almost stood up upon hearing that familiar sultry and velvety voice.

a voice you were begging the universe to let you hear again.

you straighten your back and gulp multiples times in a row before you made a slight effort to look at the silhouette standing a hundred seats away from yours.

he slowly turns away from the professor to face everyone and bows again. a hand clutching at his familiar black backpack.

it was him.

it was haechan.

but you barely recognized him as he was slowly going up the stairs, looking for a vacant seat.

he looked wrecked and you wondered if it was solely because of you or because of something else.

you needed to stop thinking that the whole world revolved around you, you thought, watching him stand for a few minutes, waiting for the person to give him space so he could sit down in the middle of the row that was two lines ahead of yours.

but he looked so different. his whole demeanor was different.

again, you had barely recognized him.

the cheeky haechan with the rosy cheeks and the mischievous smile and glint in his eyes.

that haechan was gone.

this haechan though looked pale, eyes dimmed and dark which made them seem like they were black when in reality you knew were a dark shade of brown, a brown you memorized whenever you looked straight into his eyes.

that brown hair of his was now long gone and replaced with jet black hair, longer than you’ve left it a few months ago.

he settles down in his seat and his head immediately hits the table for a rest.

no wonder. he looked exhausted.

everything about him felt dark and it almost bruised you in a way that angered you.

you were deeply and still very much infatuated.

it was time to make peace with it maybe .

maybe, because the anger and frustration towards him were now long gone after those horrible excruciating weeks of silent treatment.

it was now replaced with pure worry and care.

care that made you eye haechan for the whole hour that was left of this never ending presentation.

every inhale and exhale. every sigh. every slight movement of his fingers touching the back of his other hand.

everything.

you were itching to talk to him. to catch up. to watch him and analyze him and his changed behavior.

to hug him. to kiss him.

your thoughts were going so fast, your leg bouncing up and down, restless, as you were watching every move of his.

to be honest you had no clue how to talk to him and how to start a conversation. at the end of the day, you were the one who left him stranded and ghosted him after a good fuck.

a good fuck in which he tried to confess to you during it.

then the multiple confessions of his, bullying your phone’s notification and your subconscious, that was yelling at you to finally unleash it all.

you knew it very well.

that was not goodbye.

at least not to your heart.

that whole thing made it worse as you felt like you left a piece of yourself beside him that night.

it was during that night when you’ve found out that your feelings for haechan weren’t just simple and fun.

they went so deep inside the layers of your heart and laced themselves with complication and doubt.

maybe even guilt.

because why would you fall so deeply for someone so fucked? someone who fucked you over so bad.

you didn’t know how to answer that question to this day and frankly, you didn’t want to because hell, do we really choose the people we fall in love with?

absolutely not.

no, because as soon as the professor gave his thanks and started gathering his stuff, you found yourself bolting out of that room, your eyes fixed on haechan’s bouncing hair and fast smooth legs, visible, as he was wearing black simple shorts.

your voice betrayed you and you couldn’t even call for him but you were so close behind him.

so close you could smell his signature fresh orangey smell. so close you could see his silky black hair and the faint visible brown strands that were slowly appearing.

“h-haechan!”

finally.

you watch him abruptly stop walking. his whole body froze in place as the hand that was clutching the strap of his backpack fell down next to his hips.

but he doesn’t turn around and that makes your heartbeat grow faster, if that was even possible.

you couldn’t even move your body but your eyes were moving like crazy, going from left to right waiting for his reaction.

but nothing.

absolutely nothing.

“hae-”

he turns around.

and you see it.

the exhaustion. the disappointment. the happiness. the memories.

you see it in his beautiful face and it makes you smile.

he’s starting to look like the haechan you knew.

he carefully steps forward, making his way to you, his eyes never leaving yours, making you swallow in nervousness.

his face was now in front of yours, his eyes scanning your whole body before they land right back on yours, a small smile gracing his face.

“how have you been?”

his voice was now huskier than usual. it kind of takes you by surprise even though you’ve heard it an hour ago.

“uh i-i’m fine, fine thank you, and you? how have you- ho-how are you?”

you were so fucking nervous and the way he was looking at you, body absolutely still in confidence, was making you loose your words.

it was kind of reminding you of the first few days of your rivalry-filled endeavors with him.

and man were you so close to crying when he nodded softly, eyes closing for a second before opening again, a small soft glint reflecting in them.

“i’m alright. i’ve been mentally preparing myself to start a new life with new people and new experiences. never really thought i’d see you here, or anywhere actually”

new people?

“i- i see, okay and me too”

he nods again, playing with the gathering dust right below his feet as he gazed down there, finally giving you a break so you could gather some fathomable words and thoughts.

“h-” “y/n?”

fuck. he beat you to it.

“yes?”

“don’t beat yourself up. i can see it” he chuckles.

you bite your lip so hard you were sure you bruised it, all of that to prevent yourself from bursting out in sobs in the middle of this packed hallway and in front of him.

how the fuck was he able to read you like an open book when he didn’t even know you for that long.

it made it all worse. it made your feelings for him even stronger, so, worse.

“i- no, i’m not beating myself up” you blatantly lie.

“y/n… don’t. i can see it” he repeats, softer this time.

“haechan i-”

“don’t”

this time you felt a single tear make its way down your cheek and right to the corner of your lips, the saltiness of it giving you whiplash as you finally realize you were now crying.

“don’t apologize to me. it’s gonna make me feel like shit”

“haechan let me finish” you sniffle, wiping away your tears as you get closer to him.

he looks down and you almost catch the way his eyes turned glossy and the way his lips quivered.

“i-i missed you so much. so fucking much” he looks up to the ceiling, barely whispering those words to you, making that ache nestled in the middle of your chest even worse, you could almost swear you heard yourself groan in pain.

you watch him look back at you again but this time it was completely different, different with the way he was biting his quivering lips, eyes all shiny with tears as he was obviously struggling to keep it all inside.

“then why did you never answer my texts. i mean i know they’re not that informative but you- you could’ve at least replied, or called, like i asked you to”

“i couldn’t” he says after clearing his throat, not making eye contact with you.

“what do you mean?”

“i- i just couldn’t. i was hurt and tired and before you say it, i know i had no right to be feeling that sort of way with the way i treated you but y/n- i- it fucking hurt”

“w-what hurt?”

he chuckled and it was harmless.

harmless to him but not to you because your knees got weaker when you saw his whole face twist and twitch, tears threatening to fall down.

he was not okay and not that you wanted to make everything about yourself, but you obviously played a part in the way his exhaustion was beyond visible on his face.

“i told you i love you. so many times i lost count. and you never replied. i think i would’ve rather you’d curse me and tell me to fuck off then completely ignore me and make me feel like my feelings didn’t amount to anything. y/n you had sex with me and told me it was over then completely dipped out of my life, not even sparing me a second chance or even a second glance. y/n i tried telling you i love you that night but y-”

“i love you. i love you haechan”

haechan looks at you, eyes wide and mouth agape. his round eyes were so wide open and fixed of you it almost looked like time froze.

“i lo-”

“not like this” he cuts you off.

“what”

“that’s pity not love”

you almost stumble back.

“haechan- oh my god no! i love you! i do i- okay this looks horrible but oh my god haechan i was dying during those few months. i know that i’ve been mean and cold to you at the end and i’m so sorry. i’m sorry but haechan i was scared. i was scared because i realized how much i love you and it didn’t make sense to my brain even though it made perfect sense to my heart. i almost felt bad for myself and told myself i’d never let it happen but god did i try and god did it feel like ass” you laugh taking a breath “it felt horrible to not have you in my life anymore”

he blinks away his tears and gets closer to you.

“i’ve been miserable y/n. doubting myself and my surroundings. i thought i’d never hear those words from you. this feels m- it feels unreal”

“it’s real”

haehcan gulps and stays silent for a few minutes, making you stir in anxiety.

“but y/n. do you think we could ever be in a normal relationship? because i don’t think so. nothing about this” he moves his index finger in the air separating you both “nothing about this is typical. i know you said you love me and i said i love you but would we ever overcome the circumstances?”

you blink like a confused toddler.

why was he saying this?

he sees the way you were looking at him and he steps even closer to you, taking your hands in his.

“i’m scared i’ll hurt you again. i’m scared you’ll ignore me again when you realize i’m not what you want. would you actually be willing to give me another chance y/n? to do this properly? take you on dates, actually get to know you, kiss you properly, ask you out, make love to you properly, would you?” you saw the way his dry lips were slightly shaking and the way the corner of his eyes turned glossy again.

you ponder and think for what seems like forever but haechan wasn’t bothered.

he was standing still, eyes, as usual, never leaving yours, as he patiently waits for your answer.

this was absolutely tormenting the both of you.

so you speak. anticlimactically.

“i don’t know” you respond out loud.

“what?”

“i don’t know haechan”

you truly didn’t know.

you didn’t know much about all of that.

but you knew one thing.

so you say it, again.

“all i know is that i love you. isn’t that enough?” you grip his hands tighter in yours.

haechan smiles at you sadly.

“when did we get so serious with eachother?”

that made you giggle through the tears and you now put your hands on his shoulders.

“i don’t know about that either”

“this is going in a totally different direction than i thought it would, not that i ever thought i’d see you again and talk to you like this ” he blows out an airy chuckle, gripping your hips “i feel dizzy and confused. it’s weird”

“nothing about us is usual. you’ve said it yourself haechan”

he nods and nods again when he sees you smile.

“i- i just feel happy to see you again. guess we’re meant to be academic rivals forever” he says in awe, looking at the high ceilings of this KWU hallway.

you snort, digging your nails in his shoulders.

“at least that’s clear about us. it’s like a sign”

“a sign?”

“a sign that no matter what, we’re meant to be close to each other someway somehow”

“and that’s enough for you to know if you’d like to try this out for real?”

“try out? the rivalry again or the relationship?”

he pulls you closer to him, face barely a few inches away from yours as he whispers in your ear.

“both? since we don’t know. maybe we should try and see where it takes us”

“you know you can’t resist me”

“then why didn’t you say it from the beginning. why say you don’t know” he whines loudly.

you laugh.

“i like to keep you on edge” you say, like old times.

“so you do know!” he giggles “you know! you know that you’ll give me another chance, even if there’s a possibility that it won’t work”

“i don’t know lee haechan. i just love you. so i’ll love you”

you feel him nod in the crook of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer as he hugs you, a sigh of content leaving the both of you in absolute sync, making you both giggle.

after a few silent moments, he pulls you away to finally look at you.

and then he finally says.

“okay…. and i’ll love you too y/n”

so that is what you do, for now.

i hate u? i love u? season one — THE END.

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[reignpage]

“Nanami Kento had another encounter with the nameless mermaid. Many such, in fact. Some of these encounters are details in letters he sent letters to Professor Yaga. They detailed his recent discoveries and confirmation of months of his research building up to his posting in Gibraltar.

Excited, he told him everything, barring the budding romantic feelings he knew he should not have encouraged for fear that the respected professor would question his priorities and admonish him. While waiting for a reply, the student dedicated the remaining day since he recorded his first late-night meeting with the specimen to overcoming the issue to do with his incapability to swim.

In his rush, one can only assume, he made no record of what spell or device he had discovered and used, though there are many theories to be had. This remains a great tragedy.

Later in the day, he took to the sea in a rush and agreed with the mermaid to go somewhere secluded, where they would not be seen by another in broad daylight, and decided upon a nearby cave accessible only by boat or strong swimmers.

Part of the meeting was recorded by the student via Pluma Memoria and the transcripts were recovered some time later alongside contextual notes made by him.

As we all know, the Inter-dimensional Research Committee and St. Eden's Board of Administration's issued formal requests for the exiled student to relinquish all of his possessions related to his research, including information on how to enter the underwater kingdom, their weaponry, their political system, and just as importantly, the specimen.

These requests were denied.

It is unclear why.

In today's class, we still study the excerpt, focusing especially on the historical and cultural significance of Nanami Kento's rebellion and asking ourselves the question:

Did he regret it?”

Nameless Specimen: I've been watching you.

Kento: I thought you might have. Somehow, I felt you, I think. Something was encouraging me, urging me forward. It was odd but...comforting.

Nameless Specimen: I understand…I was not supposed to want you to find me. My pod have tasked me with ensuring people like you never find our home. And indeed, I worked tirelessly to lead others astray, leaving what they thought were clues so they would search in circles and grow frustrated. But just an afternoon spent following you revealed a truth I cannot verify: you are different. You are not like the others who have come before you.

Kento: I'm not?

Nameless Specimen: No…they were fuelled by greed, by a desire to reap all the wealth off our land. They trample over the wildlife, made no effort to connect with the villagers, choosing arrogance over community, and relied solely on their spells and potions. It was the kind of laziness and irreverence that confirmed the decision our ancestors made a long time ago — keep the gates to Atlantis closed.

Kento: And no one has ever been successful?

She held my hands and swam us around the jagged floor of the sea, tickling the bellies of fish as she went. I was growing more and more accustomed to her anatomy, to the point that the agility of her scaled tail did not surprise me anymore, though the captivating colour of them never waned in my eyes.

Nameless Specimen: Only once. Two men. Students just like you. One was closed off but polite, the other friendly but deceitful. My ancestors welcomed them in, nursed them back to health after their ship hit the rocks and capsized, and even shared our air so that they may tour our home. Back then, my people had not known the cruelty and gluttony of others. They were simply excited to learn about the outside world and to exchange wisdom.

I kept quiet. She was sharing knowledge I would have killed to hear just weeks ago. Now, I was grimacing, much too aware of man's potential for destruction. History lessons were not without constant warnings for the new generations to do better. To be better.

Nameless Specimen: The polite one, records say, was truly interested to learn, to be a part of our community. He was energetic and enthusiastic. It did not take very long for him to be seen as one of us…And the other…had his eyes on our gold, our pearls, and our scales. During their stay, people went missing. Even our young. It was a slow, eventual development. At least, that is how it is explained to us. I believe our Elders simply do not wish to confront the fact that our people were just naive. They knew the truth of that visitor from another land and chose to trust in the kindness of one another than aggrieve their guests with accusations...until it was too late.

Kento: ...what happened?

Nameless Specimen: He must have developed some sort of contraption. It is hard to say exactly what happened...the devastation was far and wide. To this day, we mourn our loss and feel the echoes of the tragedy. Whatever he had found or received caused death on a scale unfathomable to our young… The Elders do not like to talk about this part but whispers among my peers claim that one morning, our people awoke and could not see through the thick cloud of blood thickening the water.

I gasped. A deep pit formed in my stomach and it has not left since. I do not think it will ever. There was a sad smile on her lips, like she pitied her ancestors and resented the innocence of her people at the same time, though, ultimately, she could not blame them.

Nameless Specimen: That day…they released more bodies into the field of lights than they ever had prior. Generations lost. Bloodlines ended. Dignity stolen. The dead were stripped of their scales, fins, hearts and eyes. Sold, I can only imagine, to the highest bidder. The hardest part of it all was identifying who was who. There remains to this day a large section of the field housing the bodies of those who were never claimed.

I was speechless. No words could ever be uttered to begin to apologise for the crimes that were committed, for the injustice, for the murder of so many. I know them not, but I hold them in my heart. The sins of the past will be brought to life. I will be sure of it.

Kento: I am so sorry. That should never have happened. W-we have laws, regulations, a-an honour code to abide by. I'll tell my school, my professor. Everyone. We will advocate for reparations, a galaxy-wide apology—

Nameless Specimen: That is not necessary. We grieve in our own way. And in any case, we know not everyone is bad. That's why I'm here. Why the two of us can be together like this…We do not want to stay closed off forever. There is a whole world out there that my people deserve to see. We do not want to live in fear for eternity. There might even come a time where we must rely on the help of others for the future of our pod. It is therefore up to my generation to prepare for that. To change and innovate. We will soon welcome others like you…Never again will we be exploited like that. We have learnt. Adapted. Survived. That is the way of my people.

She swam around me, grazing her tail against my legs. Her lips brushed my cheek.

Nameless Specimen: In the meantime, I hope this is enough for you.

Kento: It is. You are.

She laughed, bubbles escaping.

Nameless Specimen: Thank you for listening. I have never shared this before. We don’t get visitors at all. There are not even others like us…as far as we know.

Kento: No, thank you for sharing. I learnt so much. For this, I will forever be indebted to you.

Nameless Specimen: I learnt much from you too. While I watched you fumble about on the surface, you spoke on and on about interesting facts about your world. Spells you were frustrated by. Potions you wanted to perfect. Professors you disliked and classes you missed. It was all so entertaining. You are an interesting man.

I was awestruck by her beauty and the tender warmth with which she spoke to me. The sound of her voice, the melodic bliss it elicits, the comfort…I feel as though I am still in the cave with her — weightless and free.

Kento: You're the first person to have ever said that to me…Most people find me annoying. Even my best friend. Though I rather think that is because I remind him of a lecturer, which he has naturally learnt to tune out automatically.

Nameless Specimen: That is unfortunate. A smart man like you must be heard, no? That is how we function in my pod; everything worth saying must be heard in an assembly. Every voice is equal to begin with, but the brighter minds deserve a special respect. You are one such.

Her revelation made me blush. It was embarrassing but she only smiled patiently. Of course, I have heard my fair share of compliments — winning as many awards as I have would warrant that. But, when those flatteries leave her lips, I felt inclined to shy away from such niceties.

Kento: You barely know me…

Shaking her head, she pulled herself closer to me until we were flushed together. To that, I did not shy away from. Not when it felt right.

Nameless Specimen: I feel as though I have lived a lifetime with you.

Kento: I do too...I feel as if I...loved you in a past life. And in the next.

She smiled again and placed a hand on my cheek. I was surprised to find the flexibility in her joints, webbed as they are. Her thumb adjusted my glasses which were threatening to float away from me.

Nameless Specimen: It is odd, is it not? For two souls to have just collided and feel this way...it seems as if we have been veering off course, heading straight for each other.

I don't know what expression I held. But something about it made her eyes soften, not in pity but something akin to sadness. For herself and for me. Like she thought it a universe's worth of regret to have met so late. Like she knew, since having met her, I've realised that all my life I have only ever known loneliness. Like she felt the same way.

Then, she reached out and met my lips.

I feel no shame in admitting much of the time we spent together is dedicated to talking about things which held no special importance, and to kissing. There was much more to be learned from her lips and her body than words, I believe. It is because of her that I became privy to the secrets of the universe and beyond all while tethered to the only home I felt bound to.

Her kisses spoke of promises. They breathed life into me. Urged me to desire for more than shallow trophies and meaningless discoveries.

We joined together like we've done it many times before.

These moments filled me with a new sense of purpose.

They were moments to protect, to cultivate, to watch grow.

They were moments I would cherish till my last breath...

[starkeymeow]

# THE MAZE RUNNER — glader!rafe who . . .

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was in the very first batch that came up in the box. he came out swinging, didn’t speak for two days, and got into a fistfight before the sun went down.

helped clear the trees, lay out the first shelters, pick the first jobs. he got assigned as a builder first but started running into the maze before anyone told him to. he came back after one full night in the maze barely alive, bleeding from his ribs, and said, “don’t ask what’s out there. just don’t go alone.”

got the role of head runner because no one else had the balls to survive what he did. he didn’t ask for it, but no one questioned it.

made the rules “no solo night runs” and “no one goes unless i say so” and no one breaks it because no one wants to see what happens when he snaps.

doesn’t sleep much. he either trains jj and john b before sunrise or sketches new paths with pope past midnight.

stops dead when the box alarm rings again two weeks too early and topper yells, “we’ve got another one!” but he marches to the box, expecting another boy, another problem.

and then you come up. the first girl, eyes wide, lip bleeding, and holding a crumpled note that reads: “she’s the last one. ever.” and just like that, the rules stop making sense.

doesn’t say a word for the first five minutes, just stares at you like you’re a glitch in the maze. he mutters, “nope. no. send her back,” when jj suggests letting you eat first, and pope physically blocks him from shoving the tray off the table.

paces the glade that night like the walls are closing in. he says you’re a distraction, a variable, that you’ll mess up the balance.

doesn’t like how fearless you are. he doesn’t like how people start listening when you speak. and he doesn’t trust you near the maze, but gives you a knife anyway. “just in case,” he says, tossing it to you and walking away before you can thank him.

throws a fit when you ask to help with patrols but trains you anyway, and hard. he makes you fight him with a blunt stick until you can knock him back three steps. he says, “you’re gonna get yourself killed.” and then quietly, “and it’s not gonna be on me.”

lets you sit next to him during map sketching one night without saying anything. he hands you a piece of charcoal and corrects your lines without touching the paper.

starts showing up wherever you are, like clearing the garden, washing dishes, feeding the goats. he always has a reason, but never admits it’s you.

yells at you the first time you sneak into the maze with jj, like full-volume rage, until he sees the blood on your arm, then he goes dead silent. he drags you to the med-jacks and doesn’t leave the hut for three hours. he doesn’t even say a word. he just sits the whole time.

starts avoiding you after that. he won’t say it, but pope corners you and says, “he hasn’t run since that day. just thought you should know.”

watches you sleep curled in the corner of the map hut one night and covers you with his jacket. he doesn’t say anything when you wake up wearing it.

leads the escape plan not because he believes in it, but because you do. and if you believe, he’ll run through hell to prove you right. he ends up fighting three grievers in one night to get jj, pope, and you to the maze’s exit. he nearly dies but he doesn’t stop moving.

hauls your half-limp body up into the final lift, blood everywhere, hands shaking, then grips your face and says, “you don’t get to die. not when i dragged you into this.”

holds your hand the entire ride up and says nothing, but he doesn’t let go.

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[birdiechrips]

Ice Cream - Toji Fushiguro

Summary/Tags: Dad!Toji asks for your help with his son Megumi. Fluff

You never wanted to be a mother, hell you never even wanted to settle down. Learning from your parent’s mistakes, you always prioritized your independence. But somewhere between the late night hookups and the quick mid day meetups, Toji had become important to you. So you met his son.

The six year old sat in the old diner quietly, pushing around the stack of chocolate chip pancakes. You didn’t blame him, you weren’t much of a talker either. Toji talked enough for all three of you anyway. Blabbing on about some old dude that annoyed him in the grocery store. The tension in the air is thick and awkward, but Toji continues his rambling, as if this was just another normal day. Reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear, you try to ease your nerves. Eyes scan the surrounding area, taking in everyone seated around your table. You jump in your seat as you lock eyes with curious little brown ones, barely poking over the table. You nod your head at Megumi, watching as he nods back. 

It starts slowly, spending more and more time in the Fushiguro household. Megumi still doesn’t say much, just observes, trying to figure you out. The last thing you wanted to do was have the boy hate you, so you go slow. You greet him when you enter the house, and keep conversations light, not forcing him to answer right away. You're trying to match his pace, not wanting to rush him into accepting you. 

So it comes as a shock when Toji calls you in the middle of the day begging for a favor. He got caught up in a job and needs you to pick up Megumi from school. You say yes without even thinking, not like you would say no to Toji to begin with. Nerves wreck you, mentally preparing for your first time alone with his son. 

It’s 2 pm when you pull up to the school, Megumi doesn’t get out until 2:50pm but you don't want to be late. So you sit in the car, switching between social media apps, but you can only check story updates so many times before you run out. You don’t understand why you’re so nervous, you’ve never been like this before. Always confident and sure of yourself. But something about Megumi has you second guessing yourself. Maybe it’s because Toji is important to you, you love him and know it would never work if his son didn’t like you. You only want the best for Megumi, as you hope to be around for a while. 

Glancing at the time, you sigh, slamming your car door closed. Wiping your hands on your jeans, you make your way towards the school entrance. Your pace slows, coming to stand next to groups of other parents. Keeping your eyes on the ground, you shuffle from foot to foot. You can feel eyes on you, questioning your presence at the school, but you're too far away to hear their whispers. Thankfully the bell rings quickly. 

You're not sure what class is coming out first, you're not even sure who Megumi's teacher is. You shift closer to the door as parents leave, making sure Megumi can see you once he walks out. Head after head, you keep your eyes focused on the door, not wanting to miss Megumi’s spiky black hair. You practically jump out of your skin as you feel a tug on your jeans. Your head snaps down, Megumi’s blue eyes staring back up at you. “Your dad called and asked me to pick you up.” Megumi just continues to stare at you. You sigh, “Right… come on then.” You turn around, heading back towards your car. Stopping in your tracks as you feel little fingers slip into yours. You grip them back, choosing to continue on, not making a big deal of it. 

Crossing the street carefully, you get Megumi into the back seat, buckling his seat belt. You didn’t think this far, you still had time to kill before Toji would be home. You look up, meeting Megumi’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He sits there silently, hands folded in his lap. “Well… do you wanna go get ice cream?”

Leaning against the brick wall, Toji Makes quick work pulling out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Letting one hang out lazily out of his mouth, he reaches down for his lighter. Inhaling the smoke, his eyes study the graffiti scattered along the walls of the alleyway. He promised you he would quiet, and he had, he just needed something to take the edge off. Inhaling again, Toji hears his phone go off. Rolling his eyes, he braces himself for whatever bullshit Shiu has for him. Dropping the cigarette, Toji laughs at his phone, quickly saving the photo you sent him. A selfie of you and his son, ice cream cones in hand, both smiling at the camera. He laughs again at the chocolate all over Megumi’s face. He sets the photo as his lock screen, happy his favorite people are getting along. 

[theamberparadise]

Hai, Hai!!

Love love love your writing sm:33 was wondering you could mayb do like hcs of Jeff w a like alt civilian gf?? Like someone who’s into metal and all that stuff w hella peircings ?? If not it’s ok love ya!! 👅👅

JEFF THE KILLER X ALT! READER W/PIERCINGS

SYNPOSIS; how does jeff react to a civilian with the same music tastes and brings it into their way of fashion???? Hmmmm lets see lets seeeeeee hahaushskdhwioe

TW; degradation, light mentions of breathplay, Jeff being Jeff

A/N; can u tell im excited for this req im excited for this req can u tell can u tell tell me tell me if u can tell (i am going to include nsfw hcs for this because i SAID SO)

Jeff is launched into an excited frenzy when he sees you and your deftones t-shirt. “Finally, someone gets it,” he mutters to himself, watching you plop down on your couch with a bag of microwave popcorn in hand.

He was relieved when he saw you actually try to fight back against his invasion of your home, and after he nearly lost his ear from your kitchen knife he threatened to gouge out your eyeballs to make you sit and talk to him.

You never really knew why he wanted to talk to you. And then you find out he’s been stalking you for a bit now, and his reason? “Thought you were kinda cute,”. You wanted to punch him.

Then, to your dismay, he kept on visiting again and again. And for the days he stayed there overnight, Jeff would legit just stare at you in one place without moving until you went in another room.

You don’t bother to even try and change the locks anymore. It’s either he got through with one of your hairpins, or he managed to knock down the knob with his elbow.

Nonetheless you let him do his own thing, sometimes you lend him one of your mixtapes for him to put in your jukebox and jam to.

“The Offspring?” you questioned, taking a moment to suck off the pancake batter off of your thumb. “Hell yeah!” Jeff responded, cranking up the volume to the highest setting (which you were definitely used to), and started headbanging right in your living room.

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (fluff?????)

Brings you home silver rings and chunky-as-fuck earrings for you to wear. He much prefers seeing you in them over gold. (mostly because it matches his jewelry as well.)

Would beam when you already do have piercings that match his. If he finds out you also have snake bites, he’s grinning like a kid on Christmas and stares at your lips for an uncomfortable amount of time.

He is such a loser for eyebrow piercings. Even better when you have an eyebrow slit. He thinks it’s “fucking badass” and finds every excuse on mother Earth to try and lick it.

Once asked you to pierce his nose bridge, right in between the corners of your eyes. When you’re finished, he looks at it in the mirror for at least an hour before going back to the mansion and flaunts it to everybody.

Traces his hand over your tattoos. He loves the big one on your thigh, especially when you wear those fishnet stockings he’s so fond of.

Even better when it reaches from your knee to your waist. He tries to resist to bite it (he has once) and just firmly pinches or holds the area.

You dress up in a full-alt outfit for a date, showing off your tattoos? And you’re wearing chunky platform heels, too? He tries coaxing you to stay home while you scold him for making you get ready for no reason and drag him outside.

When you are outside, he’s so jumpy and overly-aware of those who might snatch you right out of his hands so he grips your leather corset a little tighter.

He takes you on graveyard dates, making fun of the memorial pictures that are plastered onto the stone. 

Sometimes, he takes you where he killed his most recent victim and tells you in full detail of what he did and where he hid the body.

When on car rides, Jeff likes to play with your stockings or fishnets while waiting in traffic, grumbling about how many people really need cars. It’s also a way for him to fidget with something, other than the peeling leather of his gear stick.

Stole your tattoo gun one time and messily writes your name somewhere on his arm. The tattoo was infected for a while and now it’s just a small slump of what looks like a keloid scar that seems to have your name on it.

A good amount of his own piercings are infected as well, so you’d have to remind him to let you clean it. 

Does wear an article of yours somewhere, be it a belt chain or a necklace. Makes him feel giddy for some fucked-up reason.

NSFW

Remember those fishnet stockings? Expect them to be ripped to shreds on the floor despite your protests. “Shh, I’ll buy you new ones, baby. Just open up f’me, yeah?”

Jeff blasts heavy metal of his choice on your biggest speaker when he makes you scream. To him, it’s a message to your poor sleep deprived neighbors. 

He likes slightly freaking you out by getting dick piercings. Jacob’s ladder, Prince Albert… he loves the shock flash on your face before seeing that hungry, sexy face when you go down to lick it.

Jeff LIVES for nipple piercings and boob tattoos. He’s a tit guy at heart, so when he sees a flash of silver studs and intricate ink patterns on your mounds? He’s groping at them to the point where they’re both sore (and kinda bruised) in the morning. He won’t let go of them in any position.

Loves it when you suck on his tongue piercing. To him, it’s an invite to absolutely wreck your throat on the floor.

Likes seeing the red swell on your ass and hips accompanied by your tattoos by the time he’s done with you.

Weirdly has a thing for ear gauges? He loves the feeling of his tongue just gently swirling around them while he fondles your tits.

Purposefully cums on your tattoos and grins at it like it’s a trophy.

If you tattoo his name somewhere on your body Jeff will literally never stop staring at it. He thinks it’s even better when it’s at an intimate place, like your breasts or right above your clit. “Glad you know yer place, sweets.” 

He loves making you ride him while in a tight corset. Your out-of-breath gasps are to die for. Even better when your tongue is lolled out and your eyes rolled back. “Little bitch, you like this shit don’t you?”

Have a clit piercing? He's lapping that shit up like a dog. Tugs on it to make you squirm. Grinds the underneath of his cock on the warm bud of metal.

Finds bellybutton piercings to be sooooo slutty and sexy as fuck. Even more when you show it off in public.

One time he made you wear headphones blasting Slipknot during sex since he was drunk at the time and his moans were a little more high-pitched. It’s okay, seeing him twitch and his eyes going to the back of his head when you clench down on him is enough for you to feel a little bit cocky.

[wendichester]

Question.. can I request a story of Dean teasing us about liking Sam? Reader and Sam haven’t confessed their feelings for each other yet, but Sam has had a crush on her since like 1st grade? Reader has been a hunter since they were like 19 because a demon killed their parents? Reader kinda has a boyfriend but they got killed too? Reader leaves after deans death in season 3 and appears again in 4 (in 4x22?) with feelings for Sam and they confess and date? If you uncomfortable with it I understand

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. for all that we lost,

pairing. sam winchester x reader genre. friends to lovers fluff

wordcount. 687

notes / warnings. canon-typical mentions of death (reader’s parents + offscreen boyfriend + dean’s death), emotional tension, unresolved longing, dean being a menace (lovingly), pining!sam, hunter!reader, post-hell arc (4x22-ish), soft confession, light cursing, sam being so gone for you it’s almost embarrassing

Dean spots it instantly.

The look Sam gives you.

It’s not new, either—it’s been happening since before either of you could legally drink. Dean just never brought it up.

Mostly because he thought Sam would eventually grow a pair and say something. That, or you’d trip and fall into each other during a salt-and-burn and figure it out like most idiots in love.

But here you are. All these years later. Wounds still fresh, grief still burning, and still not making a move.

Until now.

You walk through the warehouse like a ghost, a little taller than Dean remembers, sharper around the edges. Not surprising, considering what you’ve been through. Your leather jacket’s more beat up than it used to be. You move like someone who knows how to kill without thinking twice.

And yet—your eyes soften the second they find Sam.

Sam stares at you like he’s seeing the stars for the first time.

Dean, of course, does not let this slide.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, arms crossing. “Look who came crawling outta the woodwork.”

You smirk. “Figured the apocalypse was as good a reason as any to check in.”

“Right, right. And it definitely has nothing to do with tall, dark, and brooding over there?”

Sam flushes immediately. “Dean.”

“What?” Dean shrugs. “Just saying. Kinda weird that she goes full ghost after my death, but shows up the minute you get in trouble.”

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t show up for Sam.”

Sam’s face falls.

You tilt your head toward him. “I stayed for him.”

Dean raises a brow. “Oh, that’s so much better.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“You’re in love with my brother.”

You sputter. Sam chokes. Dean just grins.

“I mean, c’mon,” he says, gesturing between you. “You two have been dancing around each other since the damn playground. Sam used to beg Dad to swing by your town on the way to hunts just to check if your light was on.”

“Dean!” Sam hisses, face flaming.

You blink. “You did?”

Sam groans, rubbing his face. “It wasn’t—it wasn’t like that.”

“Dude, you wrote her name in your journal with hearts around it,” Dean says, entirely too pleased. “You kept a picture of her in your wallet until your third year at Stanford.”

Your jaw drops.

Sam won’t meet your eyes.

Dean sighs dramatically. “And still, no one’s made a move. God, it’s like watching paint dry.”

You step forward, eyes fixed on Sam now. “You… liked me?”

Sam laughs, a little bitter. “I loved you.”

The silence after that is heavy. Real.

“I just figured you were never gonna feel the same,” he adds quietly.

“I had a boyfriend, Sam,” you say gently. “And then he was gone. And then you were gone. And then Dean—” Your voice cracks. “I couldn’t handle losing anyone else.”

Dean steps back, gives you the space. For once, he stays quiet.

Sam looks at you. Really looks at you.

“Do you still feel it?” he asks.

You nod before you can stop yourself. “I never stopped.”

He crosses the distance fast.

His hands frame your face like you’re something breakable, like he can’t believe you’re actually here. You lean into the touch like it’s instinct. His forehead rests against yours, and for a second, everything just stills.

“I missed you,” he breathes.

“I missed you more.”

His mouth finds yours soft and certain. No hesitation. No fear.

You melt into it, hands gripping the front of his jacket like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. It’s not rushed. Not hungry. Just real. Something you both needed for far too long.

Dean clears his throat behind you. “Okay, I’m happy for you lovebirds, but if we don’t kill Lilith in the next twenty minutes, nobody’s making it to couple’s therapy.”

You laugh against Sam’s lips. He grins and kisses your forehead.

“We’ll finish this,” he promises, voice steady. “Then we’ll figure out the rest.”

You nod, heart pounding.

You’ve been hunting your whole life. You’ve buried your family. Your boyfriend. Yourself.

But in this moment—in his arms—you feel like maybe, finally, you’ve made it back.

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[jekyllnvibes]

Please, be free, yap about your VotV world! About your Kel! What was his arrival to dunkeltaler like? Is your Kel based off of your playstyle? What's his relationship with his Ena? Why so many Kerfur-omegas? When the rozitals came, did he go out and get scanned by a scout? What's his favorite encounter that he's had with aliens so far? Least favorite? Most confusing?

(Free permission to yapsalot ask. Have fun!!) (Hopefully I didn't overwhelm you with questions!)

(apologies if this is the second time the ask comes through, as I encountered an error the first time I attempted to ask)

I Would Die For You Thank You-

My universe is based on my playthrough!! I also interpret a lot of the Meta aspects of the game in a very fun way that I'll get into with Kel!

My Dr. Kel is somewhat mentally prepared for the Horrors in Dunkeltaler when he arrives, and is Confident about facing them, because he's a Little Fucking Weirdo on a Very Deep Level. As a bit of background before becoming the canary, he's always been odd. He has a heavy interest in the paranormal, especially on a cosmic level (it's part of why he became an astronomer in the first place), and has had a lot of minor encounters with the paranormal in the past (he swears to this day he had an honest to god interview with Mothman on spring break in America, but really he just wrote a bunch of questions on a piece of paper and left it in the woods near one of the nuclear bunkers Mothman has been sighted at and found them all answered the next day in very bad handwriting. It definitely was Mothman.) When he gets the letter inviting him to Dunkeltaler for a six figure salary after just a few months of work, Almost STRAIGHT OUT of university he's incredibly suspicious, and decides to do a little digging on the area and it's surroundings via some paranormal hobbyist forums, and finds out that there's a Weird amount of people who've gone missing there that ASO keeps saying just. Died in accidents because they're alone in the woods handling heavy machinery and electronics with no one around to help. But also ASO never seems to hire more than one person at a time despite this... Suspicious.... As well, there's a few accounts of trespassers and people who live within about a hundred miles of the area talking about seeing weird phenomena. Lights in the forest, strange shapes in the sky. Well, Kel is a lil bit of a fucking madman with very little self preservation and a whole lot of curiosity, so he takes the position Immediately despite not trusting ASO at all with this new information in mind, because he specifically wants to get paid just to hang out in what seems to be a paranormal hot bed doing what he wants to do as a job anyways. He's already prepared for Dunkeltaler to be weird and probably dangerous, just not sure how weird and dangerous.

Additional lore for this Kel, he isn't aware of it when he arrives, (and neither is ASO or they wouldn't have sent him) but he is Mildly Anomalous. He's sensitive to the paranormal, it's why he's able to sense things in his general vicinity without seeing them or hearing them, and he's *borderline fucking indestructible on top of that.* He's had a lot of accidents that should have killed him, does things that would usually debilitate other people without even half the negative effects, he's been hit by a bus going a good 40 mph and just got up and dusted himself off with only some scrapes and sprains, stayed up for a full six days with Zero sleep running on nothing but coffee and caffeine pills and was completely coherent the entire time. As he is In Dunkeltaler, he starts to become aware of his own Anomalous Nature, and starts Abusing The Fuck Out Of It to not just Survive but Thrive there.

His relationship with Ena is great originally, they're very close, Ena graduated a little before him and starts at ASO pretty much immediately, and he gets a job with her there soon after, just lower in the chain of command/information, but once he gets the letter and does his research into Dunkeltaler, he starts being suspicious and distant with her because he doesn't trust that she's telling him everything she knows, or that she actually cares as much as she says she does. (She does care, and she DOES know more than she's letting on, but she isn't willing to risk her job with ASO, especially because she has seen Kel's indestructibility first hand and feels like if there is anyone who could be a canary without dying, it's him.)

His first few nights are spent pretty peacefully cleaning and selling the garbage for points. The first thing he bought for himself, was a coffee maker and 7 bags of coffee, so that he wouldn't need to sleep as often and could spend more time exploring and decoding the mysteries of Dunkeltaler. The second thing he bought was Kerfur Red, who he named Rascal.

Without like, writing a whole chronological timeline, Kel finds out after a handful of events that he's not just sort of weird and hardy, he's straight up some kind of Anomalous Freak, because he has Full Memory of other timelines where he's died, can sense other anomalies pretty easily, and also... Now that he does know that, he starts experimenting with how much he can do On Purpose. Every instance of the game crashing because Kel is somewhere he can't escape (the red fern dimension, the dark maze when clipping into the map, etc.) is Kel Himself just. Resetting the timeline. Though he finds that whatever Anomalous part of himself is capable of this is only capable of doing so with the help of whatever the hell is going on in Dunkeltaler too, because he can't access anything before having arrived there. Every instance of the game crashing because he's encountered an entity or event that does so however, is because that entity did it to him, and he's always pissed about it because he was "BUSY YOU FUCK- DAMMIT I JUST SENT OFF MY REPORT FOR THE DAY!" He can't lock in hard enough to do so when he's freaked out and anxious though, which is where Meta Paranoia comes in. Eventually he figures out how to exist and communicate with himself in concurrent timelines, and learns that the mailbox outside Alpha seems to exist Outside of time and space, because "of Course it fucking does, nothing in this forest is ever fucking normal- Myself included, whatever fine, cool, we can use this-" and then decides to use it to gain access to normally limited resources. Specifically, *Omega Kerfur Parts.* He tells himself he does this for the extra robotic protection, and to have multiple Kerfurs out running jobs at the same time for Extreme Efficiency, and that's true but... He's also just lonely still. Rascal and the Arirals make good company, but the Arirals aren't usually direct in communication or hanging out with him, and Rascal is out gathering hash codes, fixing transformers, and fixing servers a lot. It would be nice to have the extra bodies around. (Sidenote, after a few months in Dunkeltaler and spending time with his Kerfur's with borderline no direct communication with anyone else except through emails and the Arirals being Weird but Funny, he just says fuck it and asks to marry all of his Kerfurs, they are canonically a very weird little polycule.)

As for his encounters with the Not So Locals, his favorite interaction he's ever had is waking up to the Arirals having fed him yogurt in his sleep while staying in the treehouse. He thought it was really fucking weird, but also very funny and he THINKS it's their way of saying they Like Him A Whole Lot despite still shoving him down and stealing his food regularly. His least favorite is the first time he actually Noticed the greys flying over his base, because they dropped a corpse in the parking lot which Fucking Exploded on impact, which was both horrifying and disgusting, and he's pretty sure was a declaration of war considering they started sending the weird bio-weapons pretty soon after.

He let the Rozital scouts scan him, but was very upset and surprised when they tried to Kill Him afterwards. He's pretty sure it's because he is an anomaly, and the scouts seem to be very defensive (or maybe something else?? Maybe they consider him a *resource* to be harvested... He tries not to dwell on that because it freaks him out and avoids direct contact with the Rozitals afterwards regardless, using Whisker to observe them instead at the hole later on,) towards anomalous entities within Dunkeltaler. He has a generally good opinion of the Rozitals despite this, as they've been pretty neutral to him otherwise, and he appreciated the giant warning hologram before whatever went on with the Yellow Wisps happened, though he's also at least 80% sure the wisps were there because of them in the first place, and he wasn't happy having to reorganize and clean everything when the impact ruined all of his hard work to clean up everything.

Some extra little bits of trivia I wanna share:

-Kel has a large indoor garden in the second floor hallway because he thought it looked like a greenhouse anyways and got tired of Buying Food all of the time.

-He likes fishing in his very large amount of free time.

-He built his Kerfur Polycule in this order: Rascal, Butter, Pico, and Whisker.

-Rascal collects reports, only responds it/it's pronouns, and is easily agitated.

-Butter fixes Transformers and responds only to She/Her pronouns. She Gets Stuck the most out of all of the Kerfurs.

-Pico fixes Servers, seems to primarily prefer He/Him pronouns but will also occasionally refuse to respond unless Kel switches to using They/Them, and gets the most excited for pats and snuggles.

-Whisker is for scouting and observation, does not seem to care what pronouns Kel refers to them with, and gets themself into the most trouble. They have been taken by the vore event twice (though Kel (me,) can't remember if those both occurred in the Same iteration of their primary timeline or not,) and has been dismantled by entities more than any of the other Kerfurs.

-Kel keeps a bin full of extra food in the basement which he only uses to attract and catch roaches, because those on top of fish, are his only reliably renewable source of protein which don't cost points

-He gets excited about The Meat Rain because it's free meat, but the first time he encountered the Mysterious Meat was when Rascal was still on wheels and became possessed just to lead him to it in the woods, and it freaked him out really hard. Nothing in Dunkeltaler scares him anymore based on just it's existence though. Has to be a full threat to him bodily to make him anxious at this point.

-Kel is aware something is in the meat locker, but keeps trying to break into it anyways, because it's very unlikely any worse than anything else he's encountered, he wants to catalogue it, and he's jealous that it has access to racks of ribs and he does not.

-Kel sleeps in the bed with all four of his robot spouses, and it is never comfortable, but it does make him feel less paranoid and he likes the affection.

-Kel thinks Furfur is kinda hot and summoned him on purpose just to ogle him for a while.

Edit: YALL HELP I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD BUY KERFUR OMEGA PARTS AFTER BUILDING ONE ONCE

[somanyfandomsorkinafs]

(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

[vaguely-concerned]

just for fun this time during 'sea of blood' I counted out all the venatori corpses I think we can be pretty sure were lucanis' handiwork before we show up (not including the ones he kills in his initial cutscene, and with an assumption that he's been at work mainly up and down in the areas we move through until we find him, not behind the locked door -- I think that's mostly the work of rampaging undead and other venatori-hoisted-by-their-own-petard suchlikes). can thus happily inform you lucanis has killed at least 32 venatori before rook and company get there. at least one of them he's impaled on their own weird crystal spike things the venatori mages cast as an AOE attack and that they're trying to keep him contained with when we find him. so he's clearly been keeping busy lol. that's my boy dispensing poetic justice and claiming some enrichment in his enclosure while he's at it good for him!

[bread-wizards]

I think that Orym actually does doubt Imogen, but this isn't a thing that is unique to Imogen. Orym doubts all of them to an extent, because paranoia is something he struggles with (and this is continuously reinforced by the story).

It's not a 'good' thing that he should never get over, nor is it an immoral character flaw that proves he actually hates Imogen. However it's also not something I think he can get over as long as the threat of having to possibly fight his friends exists.

"I have all the faith in the world in you guys, all of you. And I have also spent time thinking how to neutralize each of you."

[myrkulitescourge]

imo karlach’s soul coin usage seems like it should have been a little more significant than it was.

she only ever really stops to consider the magnitude of burning through a person’s soul for power during an origin playthrough—otherwise she rationalizes to the player that they’re doomed anyway, and if using them gives her an edge in combat, why not use them for good instead of leaving them to be used by evil? the dialogue with lann tarv in act 2, where he tells the story of each soul he's handing over to her, tries to humanize each soul coin, and still she doesn’t really budge and disapproves pretty heavily if she's told no in regards to using them.

it just seems like something that could have caused some kind of conflict between her and wyll, given he sold his soul to a devil in dire circumstances and takes issue with the player for sleeping with mizora, because she 1) is mizora, and 2) similarly expends tormented souls during her romance scene, even if for a different purpose. but it just... never really comes up?

i love karlach. but that seems like it should have gone Somewhere, from a writing standpoint? karlach values wyll as a person but is willing to use currency forged from souls like his for the sake of a temporary power up. she knows the soul is consumed when she uses them. that whole exchange with lann tarv is there to emphasize that every soul coin she destroys was a person once. but it all kind of loses narrative purpose if this combination of factors doesn't mean anything? karlach doesn't change at all in her willingness to use soul coins, no matter what the player says or how much she cares for wyll.

idk. missed opportunity that wyll doesn't have any dialogue about this, of all things.

[creations-by-chaosfay]

A thing I pre-ordered months ago has shipped!

What's the thing?

Keepsake Quilting, and several other quilt companies/stores, put a sort of gift box together with fabric, notions, patterns, and gift cards in them. You don't know what you're getting, making it a surprise. I have never purchased one because they're expensive. This was 50% upfront, 50% when shipped, for a total of $150. Considering how much is in it, and what reviews were left the last several years, it's a steal. Plus, I wanna treat myself after having such a stressful and unpleasant year.

My mom and one of aunts have ordered such boxes in the past, but according to my mom, they're disappointing because she has so many of the things in the package, or no use for many of them. Rulers (some of which cost $30), needles, rotary cutters and extra blades (blades can be $10/each, new cutters up to $50), fabric marking tools (chalk pencils, disappearing ink, etc), precut fabric collections (jelly rolls can be $80, fat quarter collections up to $100 depending on number of FQs), and yardage ($12.99-$21.99/yard). She's been disappointed by "ugly" fabric too many times.

I, on the other hand, have significantly fewer tools. I make things for people to buy, and some folks love fabric I cannot stand (like x-mas and patriotic prints). There have been fabrics I consider well and truly hideous, and those I list in my shop or sell to people here. One person's trash is another's treasure, right? I've met people who think pastels are ugliest things to have ever existed. I think baby pink and green military camouflage look fantastic together, as well as turquoise and light hemp brown or terracotta and peacock blue. My mom finds them hideous. I think pink and any shade of brown look terrible together, or red and khaki (likely from working at Target and seeing is everywhere). Again, personal taste.

If any of you ever fancy treating me to one of these random collections of fabric and/or notions, feel free to do so. They're the sort of surprise I enjoy (that and people purchasing my work, especially from my shop). Sure, there are things that may he of no use to me, but others can use them. Nothing goes to waste.

This package will be arriving on November 18th, and has me giggling with excitement!

[luvuomi]

✎ . . . ❝ [ amethos but, epic au! ]❞ .ೃ࿐

dedicated tracks: “the horse and the infant” & “just a man”

though strategic in his battle tactics and a master in the art of war, sethos is not one who particularly enjoys the bloodshed and adrenaline that comes along with it. unfortunately in this day in age, not many would agree. for them, to harbor such skilled yet deathly attributes, should thus be carried with pride. only then, can a man ever wish to become that which is greater than himself. this is how many view the reigning king of tulaytullah.

an adversary that is neither man nor mythical, but one’s darkest moment.

but would his fellow comrades still think the same of him now if they saw him hesitating on striking down his greatest foe? granted.. said foe was nothing more than a mere infant.

a fragile, defenseless being he now cradled in his arms, a familiar gesture that brought forth memories of his own child as he looked into their eyes. how could such innocence be deemed a threat by the gods? to be the bearer of such great calamity?

he couldn’t do it. how can when all he sees as he carries this child are fleeting images of his own son and wife.

where as he stands out on the balcony overseeing a once prosperous nation now set ablaze and ringing with battle cries from his invasion, he imagines for a moment that he’s back home in tulaytullah. even after all the years, away from everything he’s known, he can still see the image of the streets below bustling with vendors as they open up shops and prepare for the day ahead. instead of the smoky air, he imagines the mellow summer breeze that travels through the air of his kingdom, greeting him a pleasant morning.

in this daydream, sethos continues to hold the infant in his arms, having decidedly taken him in to raise as his own. at his right, his own son tugs at him, eagerly wanting to meet his new little brother and on his left, is his wife — amélie . her head resting upon his shoulder while tender eyes gaze upon the infant that she of course welcomed with open arms. it’s a distant future but one that is so picturesque, he almost believes it to be true.

but as the infant’s cries suddenly echo out, everything vanishes as quickly as it came, reduced to nothing more than the ashes that fill the darkened skies.

the world he desires is not awaiting him should he go against the will of the gods.

to have sympathy now would come at too much of a cost. one he can’t afford to lose as a man who’s just trying.. begging to go home.

[hauntingblue]

Evangelion movie hello

[asce-of-hearts]

dilf!toji hates wearing his glasses

"You're squinting again." That's the first thing Toji hears before an overwhelming sense of dread overcomes him. He mutes the television, turning to look at you from the sofa.

"How do you know? You're like a kilometer away inside that kitchen. Is dinner ready, by the way?" He tries to play coy, and you walk over to him. Hands on your hips, a favorite of his, means he's getting scolded. Which he finds hot for no particular reason.

"Where are your glasses?" You ask, your eyes narrowing into slits as you look into his mossy green irises. And he averts his gaze, a sardonic smile on his face as he avoids the question.

"Didn't even remember I had those things. God knows where they are."

"Toji."

"Fine, fine!" He groans, like a child who refuses who clean their room. "In the room, first drawer. Where I keep my underwear."

"I'll kill you if you're lying." You hiss at him, and search for the stupid glasses case and bring it to him. The marks of its non-existent usage visible by how the glass is completely clear, transparent and pristine.

"Great. Now can you go back to—" You grab his face, almost poking his eye out as you try and place the frames over his nose bridge.

"Stay the fuck still, you menace—" You growl as you finally manage to get him to wear the things. His eyes immediately adjusting, not looking uncomfortable anymore. He swears his headache dissapeared. And now he can look at your pretty face without it being slightly blurry. You even have pores now! "There... much better. Isn't it?" You croon, and he would agree if it wasn't for his pride. Sitting over his lap, your arms wrap around his neck as his own hands hold you by the waist.

"No. They make me look—" Smooooooch. You press a kiss to his slightly pouty lips, and you can feel Toji Jr. starting to wake up under his trousers. Fucking dog. "—Make me look old." You giggle at that sentence, and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, flustered. You smell like home, which is always comforting for the troubled man.

"They make you look handsome, in my opinion." You reassure him, and he perks up almost immediately at the praise. "It's the truth. They make you look... mature. Like a silver fox, specially with those grey hairs you've been getting lately." He grins, now flattered. You take pride on seducing him so easily.

"I'll have to wear them more often, then," How easily does he change his mind when it comes to you. "This silver fox can't let you become a cougar." He purrs, and you burst out in laughter, hitting him in the chest. Finally he lets you go, not without giving a good squeeze to your ass. Staring at you fondly as you walk back to the kitchen. At least he can see you, not just a blurry figure that moves around his home.

And has that stain always been under your fridge?

EXTRA

"How do I look, Megs?" Toji asks his son as he looks at himself in the mirror. The boy doesn't even look up at him.

"Ridiculous." Megumi deadpans, and Toji feels like he's been shot.

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[confuzing]

Street kid Luo Binghe makes the mistake of letting some weirdo get a hold of him and finds himself locked up in a windowless room somewhere.

The only bright spot in this shit situation is that there's another boy in there with him. Shen Yuan is clearly in considerably worse shape than Luo Binghe and he says he's been here for a very long time. But he's so kind to Binghe and deliberately draws their captor's attention to himself (and away from Binghe) whenever he can.

He also, after Binghe's been there about a month, steals their captor's keys, unlocks the restraints they're both in, and then shoves Binghe out the boarded up window he's been prying open when he had time.

Shen Yuan is too big to fit through the window, he says. They both know that's not true but they can also both hear that their captor is coming-he must have noticed the keys were missing- and Shen Yuan intends to stall him while Binghe gets away.

Binghe promises to come back with help and SY just smiles and nods and shoos him away.

He runs as fast as he can, and once he's far enough away from the house he escaped from he starts asking for help- but no one is listening to him. And he knows if he goes to the local guard he'll probably be handed back over as a runaway slave... And then he sees two men who both seen almost to shine in the dirty city streets... they must be cultivators, they must. If anyone can help him now it will be them. So Luo Binghe throws himself at the taller of the two men and starts begging for help.

Shen Qingqiu is absolutely positive this kid is trying to lure them into an ambush, but Yue Qingyuan- who invited himself along on SQQ's mission without asking him- doesn't think so.

YQY goes with LBH, and SQQ follows, complaining that this is a trick the whole way- up until they discover that yes actually the local nobleman does have a secret room he's been imprisoning children in and there is indeed an almost beaten to death SY in there.

YQY sends SQQ off with SY- gotta get that kid medical attention ASAP- while he and LBH stay behind to Politely Ask Some Questions.

When YQY and LBH arrive back at the sect SY is still in the medical ward but isn't dying and is even awake! LBH is relieved and refuses to leave him again.

YQY fills SQQ in that not only were both boys not slaves, SY was actually the son of the nobleman's first wife she had as the result of an affair. He disappeared from the household around the time the first wife died and all the servants assumed their Lord had sold the boy or killed him outright.

But now that the nobleman has died a sudden and painful and extremely mysterious death it looks like SY has inherited the estate. YQY will have someone from An Ding go sort out the details since SY can't.

SQQ watches YQY smile at the little urchins they've rescued and talk in a way that obviously means he intends them to stay and says, internally 'Fuck no Qi-ge you don't get to replace me with a Shen you actually did manage to save. Absolutely not!'

Out loud the conversation goes:

SQQ: I want the older boy.

YQY: What?

SQQ: You intend for them to stay right? I want the older boy for Qing Jing Peak, you can keep the little one if you want.

YQY, pleased and assuming SQQ and SY must have bonded while he and LBH were away: Of course.

SQQ and SY have not bonded, and once they get back to QJ Peak things are tense. SQQ is low-key kinda jealous of SY and also reminded much too much of himself by the boy. Except he was never as naive and stupid as this kid is! Why is he so nice? How?? And the little shit isn't even afraid of him!

SY, deeply sarcastic: Oh nooo. I'm going to be beaten? Such a thing has never happened to me before! *Coughs because his throat is permanently messed up from being nearly strangled to death*

SQQ, aware that if he hits the kid now he loses: You're not allowed in the library for a week.

SY: What!

SQQ: The next words out of your mouth better be "yes Shizun, sorry Shizun" or it'll be two weeks.

SY: ...yes Shizun, sorry Shizun.

Meanwhile LBH and YQY are having a magical adventure in becoming a found family and are bonding over their obsessions with their respective Shens. They absolutely come visit QJ Peak at least twice a week much to SQQ's displeasure and SY's delight.