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stxr-lilac · 2 days ago
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So uhhh guys hear me out... School is uhhh tmr so I won't be able to finish the prologue since I'm halfway done 😞😞 sorry.. But I promise to you guys I will finish it.. I'M NOT PLAYING.. PINKY PROMISE 🤝
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stxr-lilac · 7 days ago
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Hey guys... It's been a while BUT... I'M HAVING STRUGGLES MAKING THE PROLOGUE BUT IT'S GOING TO BE OUT SOON I PROMISE I AIN'T DITCHING Y'ALL 🙏🙏
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stxr-lilac · 11 days ago
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gurlll when u dropping that fic? i’m really exited ^^
LOL, SOO UHH SCHOOL IS COMING SOON, ILL MAKE THE PROLOGUE RQ, BUT IT WON'T BE LONG THO
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stxr-lilac · 12 days ago
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Is anyone else going to school on August 26 or is it just me...
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stxr-lilac · 16 days ago
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The real ending bro 😭
Your Own Happy Ending
Mouthwashing gang X Reader
AN: Can be read as platonic, and can be implied to be any/multiple characters. Except Jimmy. Fuck you Jimmy
Sum: Enough was enough. Time to get off this stupid Rock
Warnings: 18+, violence, sexual assault, revenge fic, talks about rape, gore, happy ending don’t worry, trauma, mouth wash, graphic violence, written by a victim of sexual assault and giving all of us that need to get revenge on our abusers. I see you, guys gals and nonbinary pals. I see you
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This had to stop. He was going to just hurt more and more people. There will be more victims. You can’t become a victim, you can’t have the ones you love be under his hands. No. No one deserved this.
No one except him.
Curly was at deaths door, Anya is going to reach a point of no return in her pregnancy, Daisuke is on the edge of a mental break down, and even Swansea is shattering apart. One bottle of mouthwash at a time.
You didn’t know what will happen next. You were crashed in god knows where, but maybe there is a chance of hope. Maybe there is a way to get home. Maybe. Maybe maybe maybe.
The cockpit is full of foam, but who says you can’t just cut away at it enough to access a transmitter? What’s else is left to do? Not like waiting and praying is helping.
Would explain why Jimmy refused to let anyone have the keys to the pit.
He didn’t want his sins to escape.
You’ll make them escape out of his damn body.
There was no way Anya was going to tell you where the gun was. Guess that means you’ll need to improvise. Had a ax. A ax can do it, but getting it away from Swansea is going to be troubling. He was keeping it as much for self defense at this point as you would have to.
You needed a weapon.
Your hands couldn’t handle it. Jimmy was able to do so much harm already. Anya was most likely not his only victim. He’s certainly done this before. Meaning he knows how to fight, and get someone pinned under him. There to do whatever he wanted.
You had to get him before he got you.
What else could be a weapon?
A knife? A knife!
You ran into the kitchen, much to the confusion of Swansea and Daisuke, only to start tearing the drawers out. Utensils flying everywhere as you tried to find something. Anything sharp.
To your horror there was no knives.
“He took all the knives….”
You looked over, same for Swansea, as it had been Daisuke who said it.
Daisuke said it.
“They are all in Curly’s old room. Since he’s the new captain now he has the ability to lock down that door. No one gets in, and no one gets out. Whatever he wants to hide is there. Noticed him hoarding things there. Was so confused…..Now I’m not anymore.”
Swansea looked ready to start swinging his ax at the nearest body of organs. He couldn’t believe this was real. That this was some shining bullshit.
This couldn’t go on.
“Swan, Daisuke, you guys gotta grab Anya and hide out in the med-bay. I’ll find something. I’ll find something-“ You rambled on, before Anya had poked her head in. Seeing Swansea holding Daisuke, and trying to keep that ray of sunshine from finally snapping.
“What’s going on?” She would whisper. Ever afraid if she spoke to loud that Jimmy would find her. Find her and do something else. Didn’t matter where she was. He was always breathing down her neck. One way or another.
“Little junior adventurer over there wants to finish the job.” Swansea would grit his teeth, as you still kept hunting down for something. Willing to tear apart cushions. You had to find SOMETHING. Maybe you could break a chair leg, maybe you could use some wires. Maybe maybe maybe-
That’s when Anya held your shoulder. Her tired eyes pulled you away from the incoming insanity. Brought you back to reality, and had you listen. Listen for just a moment.
“This is where the jugular vein is-“ She begun, as she pointed to her neck. Then started to name off more vital arteries, before pulling a scalpel from her pocket. Into your hands they went, as she kept listing off every vital vein possible. Weak points every body had.
Even a man like him.
“Last I saw him he was exploring the lower decks. Please…..Just make it quick.” As much as she hated him, she just could only bring herself to be only so cold. She could never be as cruel as Jimmy. To wish death onto someone. Never would she.
That’s what made her forever better than him.
“Come on, kid. You ain’t gonna wanna see this. Get over here, Anya. Come on. Let’s go have a sleepover with Captain Curly.” He would motion her over, and she would snuggle under his arm. The two safe in his arms, as he would walk them to the med-bay.
Was wise for him to keep the ax. That thing was what kept Jimmy from doing his own finishing of the job. You can’t over power him. No you can’t. There was also the fact Anya made sure to keep the gun hidden. You wouldn’t deny the idea it was in the med-bay somewhere. Just more protection if anything.
They’ll be safe. If you didn’t make it, at least you’ll make sure Jimmy is too weak to try anything more to hurt them. Weak enough for someone else to finish the job. What mattered now was them staying away until the job was done, and for you to figure out what to do next.
You needed that damn key.
You would stuff your hands in your pockets, grip tight on the scalpel, and started walking. Walking, thinking, listening. Eyes glued to anything that could offer an opportunity to be jumped. You had to be vigilant.
As you walked you would notice the door that was once Curly’s. How Jimmy didn’t deserve the luxury of what a Captain gets. Made you wonder what else he was also hoarding in that room. Maybe he was hoarding resources that should have been shared with the rest of you. There could be the slimmest chance that he was hiding away a transmitter even. Not having the guts to destroy it, and maybe even as far as to what for the rest of them to kill each other before he called for help.
That coward.
You had to get his keys. You needed those keys for those you love. They deserved to live. YOU deserved to live. No way in hell will Jimmy keep getting away with this. Never again. Never more.
Your nerves were getting tighter and tighter now. Even the sound of your own heart beat was painfully loud in your head. The sweat on your skin, the itch of your skin being too tight, the pounding of drums, the feeling of air pushing at your ribcage. So much as your eyes blinking was to loud.
Everything was to loud.
That’s when a bang of metal hitting metal alerted you. You spun around, and was just met with nothing. Just an empty, dark, hallway. No source of the noise. Maybe there was none to begin with. Just your nerves.
“Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You know you have to do this. There is no other option. You can do this. For Anya, for Daisuke, and for Swansea.”
A wipe to your brow and you returned to hunting him down.
Felt like an eternity. Just endless hallways in red lights of emergency. Hallways blocked off by foam. Was a scarlet bouncy castle of horror. Never did the ship feel so endless yet so tight. Maybe the ship itself was breathing to.
Never did you think you would be happy to see his ugly face.
He was down in the lower decks, seeming to be trying to access a door that Swansea had managed to block off. Swansea was stronger than he looked, and was a mechanic no less. Jerry rigged a makeshift lock for the door. If you recall correctly that was where the cryo-sleep pods were. He had been working to try and fix them up, but you doubt they survived. Guess it’s better to pretend you are doing something useful than do nothing at all.
“Hey Jim, whatcha doing?” You tried your best to act casual, as you watched him trying to get the lock off. A mixture of locking mechanics and bent metal that kept things in place. Jimmy just didn’t have the body weight to unbend them. Who ever said being fat wasn’t useful?
“Trying to get into this damn room. Be useful and help me, won’t you?” He grumbled, as he kept trying to pull the metal.
This was your chance.
This almost felt to perfect. He was distracted, hyper focused on something, and was crouching. You would have the upper hand. You can pull this off. You just had to fight your nerves.
“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m coming.” You would say, as you would walk closer to him. Flashes crossed your vision with each step. Was like blurs of a shadow puppet show. Visions of his talle outline pinning Anya to the ground, another of him pinning Daisuke to a wall. Even Swansea wasn’t free from the concept of being pinned to a surface and abused.
No one was safe with Jimmy still around.
You would soon be standing behind him, as he focused on the lock. He was right there. You just had to do it. Do what Anya showed you. His neck was exposed. It was right there. You just had to do it.
You pulled your weapon out, and took in a deep breath.
Just as you brought your arm to swing, Jimmy turned around.
Happened in a flash. You made contact with his skin, but it was his cheek instead. He would tumble over, and was quick to kick your legs out from under you. Had you slam your back to the ground. Knocked the wind out of you.
“I fucking KNEW IT-! YOU GOD DAMN BITCH-!” Was like he wasn’t even human anymore. Just as much of an animal on the outside as he was on the inside. You had to run. You had to get out of there. You fucked up your perfect chance. Your messed up and he’s going to remind you that you did.
You attempted to get up, but Jimmy was just that much faster than you. Your ankle was grabbed, and he was yanking you closer. You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming, as he would try and pry the medical tool from you.
“GET OFF OF ME YOU RAPIST PIECE OF SHIT-!” You nearly sobbed, as he stared down at you. Your wrists pinned above your head, as he just gawked at you. Was like he never even heard the word before.
“Rapist? You think I’m a fucking rapist? You little fucking bitch. I’m no such damn thing. What happened between us was nothing of the sort. It was just what happens when someone gets in my way. Reaching your goals isn’t a crime. Is it?” He asked you, as you kept struggling under him. Trying to get away.
“Fuck. YOU-!” And you slammed your face into his. Gave you a blinding headache instantly, but the shock of contact was enough to make him let go. You were soon crawling, and now running, away.
“IM GOING TO KILL YOU! IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU LIKE IVE BEEN TRYING TO DO WITH CRASHING THIS STUPID SHIP!” His voice echoed like the demon from hell he was.
You never thought such fear like this could be in your body.
Your vision was a blurry mess from the head bang, but you just used the walls to offer you guidance. To try and find a place to breathe, and wait. To try again. You won’t give up. You refused to give up.
“COME BACK HERE-! YOU CANT RUN FOREVER! THERES NOWHERE ELSE FOR YOU TO GO-!” He would threaten you. His voice just seeming to be coming from everywhere. Was like he was inside of your own head. Like he was all of your insecurities crawling through your skull, and turning your brain into a mushy puddle of doubt and fear.
You still kept going.
You would find yourself back into the dinning hall, and took your chance in hiding in the kitchen area. Ducking down and hiding yourself by the elevated counters. If he kept running he shouldn’t notice you.
You would hold your knees, recollect yourself, and breathed.
The echoes of his running foot steps were like alarm bells in your ears. To hear them get closer, more distant, then closer again. Clearly having lost where you went, but still keeping up chance. How did he have so much energy? He must have been indeed hoarding resources. No way should someone surviving off mouthwash have this much stamina.
Your confused thoughts were cut short by the quickening pace of the foot steps. From banging on metal to proper flooring. He had entered the kitchen. He was breathing hard, and just boiling in anger.
“Where’s that fucking bitch? Where did that fucker go?” He would pant, as you would hear something sharp run over the counter marble. Must have grabbed a knife from his bedroom. Maybe that meant he left the door unlocked as well.
That could be your chance to get a proper weapon.
You just had to wait. Wait and pray he didn’t look over the counter.
You couldn’t tell where he was looking, but you needed to risk it. You would grab for one of the spoons off the ground, and threw it as far as you could. Into the hallway to the next part of the ship. You managed to get enough distance. The sound of metal hitting on the grates was loud. You swore you could feel the head thwip of Jimmy turning towards it.
“Found you-!” He shouted cockily, as he ran into that direction.
“Dumbass.” You muttered, as you soon ran the opposite way. Trying to find his room before he realized he was had.
You even went as far as to take off your shoes, so your feet made much less noise. Harder to be tracked and followed. Never did you think listening to Daisuke ramble about horror movie logic would come in handy. Gave some weird morbid hope that maybe Anya will be a final girl and make it out of here alive.
You would hear the foot steps echoing around you, as you tried to stalk quieter towards the dorm hallways. Was so hard to make out where they were going and coming from. The distant shouts of annoyance weren’t helping either. Was just making you more aware of your own mortality.
Luckily you managed to find the door. He snuck inside, and closed the door. Maybe he would think he locked it behind himself and not even think of checking in there. Maybe he was dumb enough to be fooled.
When in the room you couldn’t help but be disgusted by the sight. He really was hoarding food! The knives were also laid all out on his desk. Organized like he was planning to use them. There was also a trans communicator. Just as you thought there was. You thought it was suspicious there wasn’t a means to transfer information in case of an emergency. Even Pony Express had to have THAT. Suppose believing it was just consumed by foam was easier. Maybe it was and he dug it out himself.
No matter. You had hope.
You quickly grab the device, and turned it on. By god it WORKED!
“Hello? Hello?! This is the Tulpar for The Pony Express! We’ve been crash landed for months! Pony express has laid us off and hasn’t sent any rescue by proxy! Can you hear me?!” You couldn’t help but shout, as the transmitter would crackle.
“We read you loud and clear. How many are on the ship?” You were sobbing. No way. Someone was actually hearing you!
“Five! We have five people here! One in critical condition! Captain Curly! He’s alive! Alive but having suffered the most from the crash. We are running lower on medical supplies, we have very little food, we’ve been drinking fucking mouth wash to survive!” You weeped, as the person on the other end was taking in the information.
You said five for a reason.
“Keep on the line with us as we track your signal. Are you in any immediate danger?” The person asked.
“YES YOU ARE-!” Jimmy would shout behind you, before stabbing you right in your shoulder. You screamed bloody murder, as the person on the line gasped. Despite the pain, you were keeping your grip on the communicator. You weren’t letting go. No you fucking WONT.
“STUBBORN BITCH-!” He shouted at you, as you used your body to protect that communicator with all your body and life. You didn’t care if he was going to kill you now. You were getting everyone home. You were and you fufilled your mission.
“Just get it over with already you coward! How many people did you rape?! Huh?! Was Anya the first?! Like hell! She’s your most recent! Was Daisuke next?! Was I next?!” You called out, as you had nothing to lose anymore. You were going down with your own ship, unlike him.
“If you have to know, Anya wasn’t my last at least. She really thought leaving me alone with Curly was smart. Dumb whore-“ He would yank out the knife, making you bleed and scream. The hot searing pain was just beyond words. You were seeing stars, and not the kind you wanted.
“Was figuring how many I could get away with. Didn’t think she would actually tell anyone. Didn’t think much about her at all. Guess you live and learn. You live and l-“
Bang.
Silence.
Silence, the crackle of a communicator, and the ever breathing ship.
With a thud to the ground you were able to finally gain some vision to look over. Over to see Jimmy was dead on the ground, with a bullet hole through his forehead. Those terrifying eyes were now glsssy and empty. Looked almost relaxed. The only time he seemed to rest.
He was dead.
Your vision was blurring, and noise around you was muffled. All you could hear was muffled noise. Was like you were underwater. Your vision was starting to blur again as well. Couldn’t make out shapes.
You thought you saw someone with black hair above you. Seeming to grab something and speak into it. Was there something yellow to? Yellow and shaking you? There was also this almost pinkish blur as well. Came to you, and you swore you heard someone saying ‘you’re a hero’ before it all went to black.
One Month After The Call.
“Morning sunshine.”
You would groan, as you rubbed at your eyes. What happened? Was it all some bad dream? Where were you? This place didn’t look like the med-bay. Was so clean and white. There were windows too. Holy shit was that daylight? REAL daylight?
“Over here.”
You turned your head, and you saw him. Captain Curly. Looked so much better than when you last recalled him. His skin wasn’t as red, proper bandages were on him, and his lips even seemed to be healing back. Skin graphs? Was still laying in a bed, but far more cared for. Proper bedding, clean, IV bags, and…Wait…..Did he speak?!
“Been out a while. Don’t worry not much to catch you up on. You kinda went into a medical coma, from what Anya tried to explain to me. Everyone agreed to put you in the Cryo-Pod until help arrived. Was the only way to keep us both alive. All the resources had to go to me, sorry about that, so they had to pretty much freeze you in time. Big Swan had managed to make it function enough to work until the rescue team came for us. Welcome to the land of the living, hero.”
Even with his messed up complexion, and voice so hoarse you thought he himself was speaking through a communicator, you smiled. A hero huh? Wait. That meant….
“Did Anya pull the trigger?” You asked, with your own voice rasp from lack of use.
“Yeah. Yeah she did. We heard you screaming and she just….Couldn’t let you be his next victim. You gave her some bravery. I already knew she was brave, but damn. Who needs a Captain when you have her?” His laughter was painful, but you knew it was worth it.
“How’s everyone else?”
“Anya has been working with staff here. They took her in to be a doctor with them when they saw that the likes of me was still alive and functional. They really didn’t want to lose someone as smart as her. Daisuke has been glued here as much as us-“ He would weakly raise his arm, what’s left anyway, towards the sleeping solider. Curled up on a spare cot that was brought in for him. The staff having been understanding that he deserved to be around you both. His parents most likely were the ones to bring in all the video games for him to play with and show Curly as well. Even after so much he was still taking care of the ones he loved.
“Swansea?” You worried the most, since you wondered where he could be.
“Sueing the ever living fuck out of Pony Express for whatever damn dime they have left. Daisuke’s parents, and him, have been at the forefront on it all. He will come visit us soon. Get some rest, sunshine. You’ve earned it.” But you couldn’t help but worry. A worry that one person wasn’t accounted for.
“He’s dead. I do mean dead dead. By the time help arrived he had already well started decomposing. Swansea even went the extra mile and cut his head off from his body. Kinda overkill, but hey….Can’t take risks with monsters. Right?” You nodded at that, as you were able to rest.
No more Jimmy.
No more space ships.
Time to finally be a princess and get your beauty sleep.
“Sleep well, sunshine.”
“You to, Captain.”
A deep breath in of that sterilized air, fresh cut grass, and clean cotton.
You were free.
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stxr-lilac · 19 days ago
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This scene is so cute, the lil excitement on his face 😭
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THE SUMMER HIKARU DIED (2025) EPISODE 6: ASAKO
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stxr-lilac · 20 days ago
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ᴍᴏɴᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ | ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛsʜᴅ x ʏᴜʀɪ ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴋᴀᴛᴀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: [ɴᴀᴍᴇ]'s ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀғғɪᴄ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ. ᴀs ᴀ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs, sʜᴇ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs sᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs, sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ.
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1 — ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
2 — sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ
3 — ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ
4 — sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ғᴇsᴛɪᴠᴀʟ
5 — ᴡɪɢ ɢʜᴏsᴛ
6 — ᴀsᴀᴋᴏ
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stxr-lilac · 21 days ago
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heyyy, I saw your tshd fanfic about to start will it be various ????
I made a poll so u can vote !!
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stxr-lilac · 21 days ago
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so uhh will your tshd fanfic be a yandere one ?
I'll do a vote
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stxr-lilac · 21 days ago
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Okay guys before I start writing, what do you want the book to be like ☝
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stxr-lilac · 23 days ago
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stxr-lilac · 25 days ago
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JUST KISS ALREADY MAN 😔😔☝☝
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stxr-lilac · 25 days ago
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Nah cause why am I not seeing tshd angst fanfics or oneshots, like... Where r u guys, supposed to make me cry..
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stxr-lilac · 1 month ago
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I'M CACKLING
Accidental Conjure :
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sypnosis: You accidentally conjure some demons while trying to conjure a fairy from a spell you found online.
warnings: summoning a demon(?), god awful writing.
note: wrote this in like 5 seconds and it’s super bad writing very cringe but I’m bored. Probably will delete this later. Read it while it’s here 😔.
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You were currently in your house, alone. Parents have gone off to a business trip leaving you to fend for yourself and so of course being the responsible person you are, the first thing you do is to try and conjure a fairy because why not.
Somehow after scrolling on TikTok for hours and hours wasting your whole day away, you magically stumbled upon a video that gave a tutorial on how to conjure a fairy god that supposedly bring good fortune when conjured right …now a normal sane person would just scroll past the video and spend another 5 hours sucked into the endless videos but you?
Well…you’re not very normal are you? Because currently you’re sitting in the middle of your room on the floor with a lighter, candles, and a piece of paper you swiftly wrote the spell on, oh but don’t worry, you made sure to bring a bowl so you don’t end up burning your whole house down by accident.
It’s not like you had anything better to do on a Saturday afternoon, and if this actually worked it would be totally worth it because you have that final on Monday.
Rereading the directions from the video, you not so neatly folded a piece of paper up and brought it above the bowl and began to burn the corner of the paper with the lighter.
You watched as the red flames consumed the paper turning it from black to ashes. For a second you forgot it was literally on fire after being so captivated (totally not a pyromaniac) and accidentally burned your hand.
The burning sensation makes you drop it quickly in the bowl and start listing out every curse word you know loudly it doesn’t even sound like words anymore.
The paper finished burning in the bowl and purple sparks began to pop out from the paper.
Your eyes go wide as you watch intensely and the sparks grow brighter and bigger and start flying out of the bowl in a circle above but after a couple more seconds it all stops.
Silence.
“Well that was very anticlimactic…” you groan out loud with a disappointed sigh and get up from ground, grabbing your phone that you threw on your bed to relook at the spell to see if you did it right.
While you were busy looking at your phone, you didn’t notice a small pink and purple flame began to grow from the bowl and get bigger and bigger until it grew taller than you.
At the corner of your eye you began to see light emit and crackling noises fill your ear. With the toss of your phone back on your bed, You swiftly turn around to see a large fire started in the middle of your room.
“Oh my- I’m gonna die- FIRE! WHAT DO I DO?” You scream out loud and grab the half filled water cup next to your bed and throw it to the fire as if that small amount of water was actually gonna do something.
Hey, at least you tried it.
“HEY WATCH IT!” The fire speaks in a deep voice and flickers in anger as it starts to form into what looks like a giant mouth.
Theres a long pause. The fire just flickering and doing fire things while you standing there contemplating if you had already burned up and died and this is hell.
“Hello? Stupid human? How did you even conjure me? The great and powerful Gwi-Ma” The colorful fire speaks up again breaking the silence.
“You’re talking to me…the fire is speaking-“ you manage to mumble out still baffled at what is happening right in front of your eyes. “You’re supposed to be a fairy god!”
“DO I LOOK LIKE A FAIRY TO YOU?” It crackles out even louder, offended that you would even think such thing of it.
The angered words snap you back into reality as you’ve finally accepted that there’s a talking fire in front of you right now and it’s not a fairy god.
With furrowed brows you point your finger at it in a disciplining manner like a mother mad at a child that just spoke back to them. “Don’t give me that attitude now mister, whoever you are I wasn’t trying to conjure you…g-…gime?…gwam?”
“ITS GWI-MA YOU IMBECILE. I AM NOT WASTING ANYMORE TIME ON YOU HUMAN.” Purple and pink flames rise as the words get louder and within a blink it disappears, complete darkness swallows the room again.
“YOU GET BACK HERE..gwama!….gima?…” You shout into nothing, already forgotten what it said its name was, after trying a couple more names that aren’t even remotely close you finally remembered.
Snapping your fingers you say, “Gwi-Ma” and once again the fire emits its light, growing to its large size again.
“What in the- where am I- Oh not you again? HOW DID YOU SUMMON ME AGAIN?”
“I don’t know, I just snapped and said you name like this!” You say and repeated your actions only to have the fire disappear again.
“Oh..what the hell?- Gwi-Ma!?” And with another snap it comes back.
“Can you stop that? It’s very irritating. What do you want kid? I’m trying to run an army of demons right now…how about you give me your soul for something in return, what is your deepest desire? Come on now let’s get this over with”
“Uhm. I like my soul thank you very much I don’t want anything.”
“THEN WHY DO YOU KEEP SUMMONING ME?”
“I DONT KNOW, BECAUSE IM LONELY? WHY DO YOU KEEP YELLING AT ME ITS MEAN” You scream back and raise your voice louder.
“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A FAIRY NOT SOME CALCIFER LOOKING ASS-“
“WHO IS CALCIF- you know what…here, your lonely? Have this. Now don’t bother me again.” The fire sighs muttering something under its breath before disappearing and is replaced by purple smoke which nearly gives you an asthma attack as your standing there trying to fan it away while coughing your lungs out.
As soon as all the smoke cleared, there stood 5 demon guys- taking the spot, they all stand there with slouched postures looking confused more than ever.
“Okay now that the hell is this Gwi-Ma?” You state while starring at the purple skinned men in front of you.
The raven haired one that stood in the middle of the group steps forward, still pretty confused but sends a smirk your way showing off his sharp fangs.
“I don’t know who you are, where we are- but we are…Saja Boys” He states out and they pose dramatically, you swear there was someone just singing there for a second but it didn’t come from any of them.
“….yeah I totally burned down my house and died didn’t I…”
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stxr-lilac · 1 month ago
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Do not let the squid game era end, or I'll throw you into the hospital like Inho did to junho
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stxr-lilac · 2 months ago
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I LOVE THIS SM
—Sleep well.
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Pairing: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader
Summary: Gi-hun suggested that the group took turns staying on watch in case the other players attacked, him and Jung-bae stayed up while you and the others napped, Dae-ho took his place beside you to rest with you.
Content: fluff, cuddling(?), you head-butting him in your sleep lol, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not really proofread, sorry!
Word count: 808
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You were tucked into the corner with your group—Gi-hun, Jung-bae, Young-il, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee. Trust was a rare thing in the games, but the six of you managed to stick together, watching each other’s backs through the brutal rounds.
The weight of exhaustion clung to you, but Gi-hun’s paranoia kept your eyes open longer than you would have liked. He wasn’t wrong, though. The fear was palpable.
Your group pulled a couple of mattresses off of the bunks, arranging them as best as possible. One was dragged and laid flat against the wall, the others shoved under bunk frames for some semblance of protection.
“Is this really necessary? I don’t like sleeping under there.” Jung-bae asked, sliding a mattress to Gi-hun, who shoved it under a bunk frame.
“Once the lights go out, somebody might attack us.” Gi-hun said, his eyes focused and his voice steady. “The prize money still goes up if we kill each other. It’s a part of the game they designed.”
You exchanged a look with Dae-ho, who sat cross-legged beside you, holding onto some blankets and pillows. He had been your shadow ever since Red light, Green light. Always sticking close, insisting on protecting you in this place after seeing the way you froze during the first game—when he told you to stay behind him closely so you could use him as a human shield.
“We need to take turns keeping watch after the lights go out.” Gi-hun muttered, sitting down at the foot of the bunk beds, his sharp eyes scanning the room. “I’ll take the first watch.”
The lights flickered out not long after, leaving the only source being the giant piggy-bank hung on the ceiling that was glowing dimly.
It was after a while when Jung-bae rolled out lazily from under a bunk and plopped down beside Gi-hun, the two of them speaking in hushed voices.
You laid down on one of the mattresses, wrapping the thin blanket around yourself. Dae-ho settled beside you not long after, and though you weren’t expecting it, his hand brushed against yours as he shifted to get comfortable, and you were sure you saw his face flush before he hid it, which barely worked, to be honest.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled, his voice low and soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll fight them off if they try to come over here.”
The sincerity in his words made your heart ache in the best way. Dae-ho had a knack for looking out for you since you met him in the games, even in the little ways—giving you his portion of food, stepping in when someone got too close. You hadn’t known him long, but there was this easy warmth between the two of you.
Within minutes, you were sound asleep.
Dae-ho’s soft snores filled the small space you both shared. Exhaustion had gotten the better of him, just like it did to you. His arm had draped protectively over your side in his sleep, his presence a cocoon of safety.
Gi-hun and Jung-bae sat near the bunks, their attention now drawn to the sound of soft snoring. Both sets of eyes landed on you and Dae-ho, curled up together on the mattress.
“They’re out like a light,” Jung-bae remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know, seeing them like that... it reminds me of when we went on strike. We were occupying the factory, and management told us to come out. They said anyone who came out voluntarily would be let off the hook and receive more severance pay.”
Gi-hun stared into the distance, as if recalling what happened.
“You were sleeping beside me and you were talking in your sleep. ‘Mom, I’m hungry, give me some food.’” Jung-bae made an exaggerated crying face, and Gi-hun gave him a glare as Jung-bae nudged him with his elbow, smirking.
Their voices echoed, and soon enough, soft laughs filled the quietness.
Jung-bae chuckled again, louder this time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. The noise had reached you, and you stirred slightly. Dae-ho, still asleep, curled closer to you instinctively, his arm tightening around your side. His movement caused your head to shift slightly, and without warning, you head-butted him in your half-asleep state of grogginess.
Dae-ho furrowed his brows, a soft noise escaping his lips as he shifted again, burying his face into the crook of his arm. You tugged the blanket over your shoulders, muttering something incoherent before nestling deeper into the mattress, falling right back asleep.
Jung-bae stifled another laugh, his shoulders shaking with the effort. Gi-hun gave him a glare, but a faint smile was already tugging at the corners of his mouth too.
“They’re like kids,” Jung-bae whispered, his tone fond.
“Let them sleep. They’ll need it.” Gi-hun shook his head and sighed softly.
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stxr-lilac · 2 months ago
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When you love a character so much you can't let them go
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I miss them give them back to me
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