#BUT NOW I HAVE A NANE

[lemme-just-oops]

GUYS

I think I finally found a name for myself! Kris! Or Krissy!

[chisatowo]

Now that I've gotten a few more designs under my belt I have begun more fully developing the plot! Here's a lovely lady I got today that'll be fairly relevant to the plot :>

[be-good-to-bugs]

having ocs is great until you have to organize them

[ghostssimp]

Can’t Kill A Ghost

Ugh, this sucks, but I'll leave it here. My motivation to write is at zero. There's none of it. Also I'm thinking about writing for other fandoms too, so I can take a little break from COD, because I have no motivation for it.

The mission you went on, got south, so you and Ghost had to run. Terrorists got the information of the two of you being there and you barely got your heads out. You got shot in your shoulder in the action. The two of you got to the nearest safehouse, which was an hour and a half distant away. Good thing Ghost found a motorbike and the two of you rushed away. The pain in your shoulder didn’t help, but you had to hold onto the muscular man, to be close to him as you escaped.

Soon, the two of you reached the safe house. It took a good 40 minutes, but you managed it. When Ghost got off the motorbike, his eyes met yours in a hint of worry. The pain in your shoulder made you feel weak as adrenaline wore out and you felt the pain more and more flowing through you.

He helped you down and, to your surprise, he took you in his arms. Here's the deal, you like your Lieutenant, you like him a lot and moments like this are fatal to you, because you think that there are just seconds away for you to blow up. There were a few times that he looked at you he showed something to you, a little feeling in his eyes that wanted to betray him and show emotion, but he always found an excuse and turned away. You're glad for that. You can't bond. You're not allowed. You can't lose anyone else in your life.

Ghost put you down on a couch and rushed to find first aid. You grimace at the pain and lean a little on your good shoulder. "You know Lt., I can walk. I'm shot in my shoulder, not my leg." He walked back getting everything he needed. "Shut up and take your shirt off." His eyes looked at the wound. "Don't. You can't lift up your arm. I'll cut the fabric." You look at him through your lashes.

"And what will I wear around?" He grumbles under his breath something that you didn't catch and already rips the shirt from your sleeve to your shoulder with, scissors.

"You'll walk around naked." His eyes didn't even look up at you, but were fixed on your wound. The good thing is that, because you didn't know how to react. There were a few minutes of silence as he started to patch you up and you hissed when he put alcohol on your wound.

"I don't think that's appropriate, Lieutenant." He was silent for some time. His breathing was steady and deep, making you concentrate on it instead of the pain and the needle that is now going through your skin. 

He finished and started to bandage you up. "Why do you never call me Ghost?" It took you by surprise, and you flinched at the question. "I uh, I'm keeping it professional." Lame excuse.

"Banshee, give me a proper answer." You glance at him. "Well, this is also a proper one." Your heart is beating. You never called him Ghost. You know his name is Simon Riley. You never said it out loud. It was always Lieutenant or Sir. He was finished and, finally, the two of you locked your eyes. "Thank you Sir." He's staring down at you. He leans over to you, just inches from your ear.

"Banshee. Y/N. Say my name, just once. I want to hear it." Your breath hitched. You've never seen him like this. You've never heard him talk like this. You didn't know how to react.

"I just... I can't sir."

"Tell me why then."

You pull back to look at him. His eyes looked ready for anything that you would say to him. It is full of emotions that you can't read. His hands dipped the couch beneath you as you sat between them. He dominated over you. It made you want to tell him everything. For a second there, you were hesitating.

"Soap is always bugging me. Why did I get called Banshee? Banshee is a mythological being that brings death. Lt. It screams and you know that death is coming. Everytime in my lifetime I sad the nane of a loved one person, they end up dead. I bring death anywhere I go, I am fucking death." His eyes shifted over you. You felt your heart pounding faster with each second you were this close to him.

I died a long time ago, baby. Say my name." his hand found place on your tight, gripping it and giving it a squeeze. Your stomach flipped and heat started to wash over you. His fingers sneaked around and found a way in your trousers. They pushed away panties and he dipped in.

"Say it. Y/N. Say it." a moan escaped your lips as he worked you over. "I can't sir."

He stopped and leaned over your ear, his mask touching your cheek as his raspy voice ringed over.

"You can't kill a ghost."

[thelunarfairy]

Hey hey hey! I'm not sure if no one has mentioned this, but I haven't personally seen this kind of thing, so here you go just my random ideas regarding the twins.

What drives me so crazy is the fact that in chapter 81, Tsukasa says after Yashiro returns, " Nene-chan and I are the same! ". I know that Tsukasa probably said that because Nene said he liked Amane, but for some reason I want to believe that there's more to that phrase than just sympathy for Amane. For example: In chapter 15, after Tsukasa's first appearance, Hanako emotionally pins Nane to the floor, but after a couple of seconds, he gets scared and recoils, apologizing. And for some reason, it seemed to me that by pinning Nene to the floor, Hanako felt that he was in the same position that he was in when he killed Tsukasa, which is why he was so scared and depressed.

Those are two little moments that I noticed, and in fact, after that I started to think that maybe the incident and the reason for killing Tsukasa would be revealed directly through Hanako and Nene's interactions, and Idk why, but it just inspired me.

Also, before I get it out of my head. When Amane gets sick, Tsukasa turns to the monster under their house, sacrificing the beasts to get what he wants. The monster or demon, whatever, acts just like Hanako-san, and I'd venture to guess that it was the very first form of Hanako-san even before the ghosts became more human (in terms of something along the lines of the devils that were in the village in the no.6 mystery arc), but my main association was that Tsukasa also begins to adopt the trappings of the no.7 mystery. He also offers to grant Amane his wishes, just as the creature under his house offered to grant Tsukasa's wishes, and it seems to me that if Amane wasn't meant to become the no.7 mystery, then Tsukasa was originally destined to become the no.7 mystery, while Amane committing suicide inadvertently ascribed such a fate to himself? Also, Tsukasa disappeared for an indefinite period of time on Amane's birthday, so I think the fact that he's been living and raised in a circle of baddies for a while could also explain his behavior now.

That's all I wanted to say for sure now. If it was inappropriate, just ignore it, pls.

This phrase from Tsukasa is a mystery to many people. I've seen some people saying that Tsukasa compared himself to Nene because he also loved him "romantically" - when they talked a lot about the theory of the abuse that Hanako suffered from his brother. (one of the old hypotheses)

Hanako is a very emotional boy, despite not saying how he feels he shows it a lot (even against his will) and that's exactly what happened. Hanako killed Tsukasa in that position (apparently) so when Tsukasa reappeared for the first time on the roof, Amane reacted desperately, he was sweating cold, his eyes were petrified, he swallowed hard and started crying. This boy was panicking, I wanted to hear his thoughts at that moment.

He remained motionless and didn't react when Tsukasa appeared, Yashiro threw herself forward to defend Hanako, when Tsukasa left Hanako finally reacted. He didn't see Yashiro there, he saw Tsukasa. Then he pulled her hard and threw her against the ground thinking it was Tsukasa. When Yashiro talks to him, Hanako realizes that she wasn't his younger brother, so he apologizes and leaves.

Apparently, Hanako hadn't seen Tsukasa in a long time, so when he reappeared he simply panicked. He didn't expect and didn't want to meet Tsukasa again, he killed his younger brother, and what does he do when he meets him again? Attacks in the same way as the first time. The problem is that he was so shocked that he didn't react immediately, he reacted later. If he had had an instant reaction, he would have thrown Tsukasa against the ground and they probably would have spoken, although Hanako made this sudden movement, he didn't attack using the knife, he kept looking at Yashiro (imagining it to be Tsukasa) while crying.

So you're right, Hanako reacted that way thinking it was Tsukasa (this just shows us how traumatized he is, because every time he meets Tsukasa he's still in shock, even if it's not the same as the first time he finds him again) Even Kou noticed this.

So let's compare.

Interesting, isn't it? Another interesting thing about this position is that Hanako uses it frequently with Yashiro, did you notice?

If you pay attention to this scene in chapter 39, you will notice that he did the same thing

So we return to Tsukasa's phrase "we are equal" this phrase was not thrown around for nothing. I've seen some people saying that Nene would have the same ending as Tsukasa because they two are really similar. Tsukasa and Yashiro have a very similar behavior pattern in some ways, so this sentence scares me a little. What if Hanako who loved his little brother so much and killed him, did the same for the girl he loves so much? The big question is, why?

So you suspecting that interactions between Yashiro and Hanako might reveal why he killed his younger brother makes sense. The problem is that if you really follow this path, it means that Yashiro will have the same ending as Tsukasa (maybe?)

WOOOOOOOOW I LIKE THIS HYPOTHESIS SO HARD XD

What if Tsukasa was the one who was supposed to become Hanako-san? This is perfect. We don't know what the creature looks like, even if it doesn't have a human appearance, generally it should have a shape, but it seems it doesn't. That's because she was inside Tsukasa, and apparently she also lives inside Amane.

There is a bond between the three, we know that the twins were ordinary humans, and the creature beneath the house (and the abyss) is seen as a God, as it grants wishes. But let's talk about Hanako-san from the legends.

The legend of Hanako-san has several stories about how she died and how she appears when summoned. I did a little research on this, although this legend is very similar to the legend that exists here in my country (almost identical) I noticed that some things could match your theory.

Let's skip the details that you already know about Hanako-san, so they say she could have died from taking her own life, from murder, a bomb, or from being sexually abused before she died.

Taking your own life fits with Hanako-kun's story, ok, let's continue, of all the ways it can be invoked, there is one that matches your hypothesis.

"Hanako-san, after being summoned, can respond with a hoarse voice, as if she were possessed by a demon, because in fact it is not a girl, but a supernatural person who tries to deceive you with the voice of a child, and she says "I'm here" and when you open the door you are faced with a monstrous creature"

If we combine these two parts of the legend "he took his own life" and "whoever opens the door is a demon" this theory makes sense. Hanako-san is a legend that changes over the years, so I can't know for sure if this is the most popular version (because I found many, many)

And the wishes, Hanako-san doesn't grant wishes in any version. The authors are intelligent, and they wouldn't use the legend for nothing to make it easier to predict hahaha

But don't worry, JSHK is like that, you fit a piece here and realize that it doesn't fit right with other pieces of the story. Remember that we are dealing with temporal paradox so this is common.

The twins' connection with Hanako-san is mysterious. It's true that it's possible that other supernaturals could take the 7 Mysteries' place by defeating them, but no one talks about the original Hanako-san. Kou already knew that it wasn't a girl and he also doesn't say if there was another one before Amane. He is from a family of exorcists, even if he wasn't born at the time, family members would mention it, right?

So we have Hanako-san and the God under the house. Are they the same creature? It's a possibility. But if Amane took Tsukasa's place, why does the legend of Hanako-san as a girl still exist? Amane has lived with this creature since he was 4 years old, if he had become Hanako-san from the legends, it wouldn't be Hanako-san, it would be Hanako-kun. Yashiro is surprised to discover that Hanako-san is a boy, which means that the information does not match.

But calm down, don't rule out the hypothesis yet, what if God used someone else? A girl, Hanako-san, and then for some reason Amane took her place?

This is very interesting.

We don't know if Tsukasa would be Hanako-san, the only thing we know is that he was going to stay in the red house and he only came back when he found out about his tragic future, so why would he become Hanako-san? He did not intend to return.

So even if Amane stayed alive and became an adult, Tsukasa wouldn't come back. He said that, he said he knew how to go back but he didn't want to. He only came back because Kou and Nene said that Amane was going to kill him in the future.

Tsukasa was in the red house with the creature and other supernaturals for 6 months, then he returned home. (These 6 months were outside the house, we don't know how time moves inside the red house)

So Tsukasa was missing for six months after his and Amane's anniversary before deciding to return.

Hanako-san probably has a more direct connection with Amane than with Tsukasa. We don't know the relationship Amane has with the creature, your hypothesis remains valid because of this point.

What if the God is Hanako-san and Amane joined him and became Hanako-kun for some specific purpose (because he grants wishes like the creature, I mean, almost) We don't really know how Amane grants wishes, he and Tsukasa don't seem to use the same method as God. The creature magically does what you want instantly and charges a life for it.

Not the twins, they do it on their own, and there is not always the possibility of them being able to do it (even using supernatural abilities). What they ask for in return is random, meaning they don't ask for anyone's life.

You remembered Aoi, didn't you? Yashiro's wished to extend her life, that power is not in Amane's hands, but who can accomplish this? God, of course, which is why Aoi is used as a sacrifice.

It's no wonder that number 6 was doing the same ritual that he did in the village that sacrificed young girls, they sacrificed directly to God. Amane accompanied Aoi on the train, he wanted to take her to the other side since number 6 couldn't.

So Amane asked God to fulfill Yashiro's wish (it's a hypothesis)

It's very interesting to think about the possibility of the God being Hanako-san, but we still need more information to be able to better fit this theory. We know that mysteries change with rumors, so this could have happened to Hanako-san too, but don't you find it curious that the rumor about Hanako is that he is a girl and even though he has this rumor he is still a boy?

Because you know, when a rumor changes, the supernatural is forced to change, whether it's their personality or appearance. Why was it different with Hanako? Why didn't he become a girl?

It's an interesting question.

So, I think your theory is very good! I really liked it and I will remember it! For now it's difficult to fit her into the story now, but we don't know in the future! Never discard a hypothesis until it is proven to be invalid. Let's wait for more information to arrive before we can draw more conclusions.

I'm still going to evaluate your theory further, so I may develop it better in the future and talk about it again. If you find more evidence in the future, you can share it with me if you want :3

I hope you liked it, thanks for the aks!

[hisbutler-problematic]

On the topic of Sebastian being completely enthralled about everything Ciel is, I personally love it so much more knowing manga context, because O!Ciel was the 'spare'. He was not supposed to carry the family nane and, frankly, people didn't think he'd be capable of it due to his poor health anyway (Remember Frances and Vincent's conversation in the flashback chapters? It's obvious O!Ciel was quite saddened by what he heard).

By all means, in a twisted way, Sebastian might just be the first person to regard O!Ciel as someone deeply capable, a shiny singularity that doesn't live in anyone's shadow. The adults around him were - tho not unrightfully - seeing his fragility first and foremost while his brother, despite seeing him as worthy, didn't wish for him to leave and forge his own path. R!Ciel's reaction came from childishness sure, but that isn't to say that it didn't feed into the idea that O!Ciel was 'his backup'.

Going off from this, Sebastian is also the one thing in his life and is irrevocably his. Again, twisted, but all O!Ciel built has been under another's name. The manor, the company, the engagement etc. None of them truly his, but his brother's. And the other servants? They are loyal, however ultimately their own people. Sebastian? In an entirely different spot. He'll be there until the end after all.

This is an aspect of their relationship that tugs at my heartstrings so much. It's so toxic and depressing yet strangely soft and tender somewhat at least to me.

Sorry, I just really wanted to pour my thoughts and I appreciate your posts. So here I am!

anon, i’m in love with you

i literally think about this all the time like. that conversation frances and vincent had? imo vincent just flippantly saying "i guess ill just have to give the estate back to the queen lmao" could be taken 2 ways which is: at face value OR (what i think is more likely) vincent just saying what he knows will piss frances off to get her to stop talking. tbh vincent seems like a good dad imo and like he doesnt super underestimate o!ciel (he seemed absolutely fine with the idea of o!ciel going off to london by himself and opening a toy store in the future), but he DOES know that o!ciel is frail and sickly, and it makes me wonder how seriously he considered the idea that o!ciel might inherent the title of the queen's watchdog.

honestly, i feel in some respects, r!ciel treats o!ciel more carefully than their parents. he very much has an attitude of "my baby brother NEEDS me, he cannot survive without me!!" (gasps and shock, to learn it is actually the other way around /s)

all this to say, whether you lean more towards my interpretation or yours, or a fun mix, or whatever, it is undeniable that all of o!ciel's relationships were 'tainted' (for lack of a better term) by his illness and the way it made others view him and treat him.

AND THEN COMES SEBASTIAN

sebastian, who takes one look at o!ciel, and goes "lmao what a fucked up lil dude. time for little a snacky". sebastian, who then sits down to forge a contract with said little dude only to realize Oh Okay So This Child Is Clever. And o!ciel being sickly does kind of come up when they're making the contract, but sebastian focuses more on the actual logistics of that and o!ciel says 'nvm we'll deal w it when it comes up' (which is hilarious imo. he really said a sudden chill can put me on my deathbed but thats a problem for future me).

and then it turns out o!ciel is hella sheltered. but also a huge bitch.

and at this point, all i can assume is sebastian is so bewildered by this experience that the fact that o!ciel is frail and sickly and fragile is like. just another thing about this kid. o!ciel has never made sebastian's life easy and it would be stupid to think he would start now, sebastian thinks as his young master suffers from yet another cold just bc it rained yesterday. "i never knew you had asthma" says sebastian, who has read every medical journal to date on chest colds. "you never asked," says the bane of sebastian's existence.

and the thing is you can say "sebastian is only worried about o!ciel bc if o!ciel dies, he loses his meal" which is true and accurate and tbh if i was sebastian and i had put up w that much, i wouldn't want to lose my meal to a mere cough.

BUT ALSO

then you see the way sebastian is so fascinated and intrigued and bewitched by o!ciel. i think to sebastian the fact that o!ciel is frail and sickly is just another contradiction in the sea of contradictions that makes o!ciel so fascinating. and i think sebastian is the only one who really sees all those contradictions, he's the only one who sees everything that makes up o!ciel. and he loves what he finds.

(not to mention the fact that sebastian is the only person o!ciel allows to see his every aspect. or, well, some he tries to hide, but only because he thinks sebastian will try to use something against him. either way, sebastian is still the only person who he lets see the most of him. because sebastian is the only person who knows who he really is, who he doesnt have to put up a front for. he doesn't have to pretend to be his brother, he doesn't have to worry about being the spare.)

[accio-victuuri]

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Happy New Year everyone! Welcoming 2023 with a grateful heart and appreciation for everyone who accompanied me in 2022. Whether that’s chatting with me, new followers, liking/reblogging my post or lurking— this is for you. Thank you for giving your time in visiting this blog and reacting to what I share. I know I post a lot but it’s boxiao’s fault cause they do so much stuff lol. This year was so busy but I had fun being more creative (gifs/edits) and making long cpn posts. I thought I should be getting tired of it by now, well no. I’m just as passionate ( if not more ) about XZ/WYB as individuals and a pair. I hope it continues to this new year and that everything will go smoothly. I wish everyone a meaningful new year’s day and have time to reflect on your experiences in the past 🤍

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Special mention to the ones I talked to on here!

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some of you may not be tagged cause your setting does not allow it but 🤍 i hope to get to interact with more people this 2023! 😊

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So many things to look forward to in the new year fandom wise. Bobo’s movies and GG’s dramas — new endorsements, magazine covers, appearances and live performances. Wishing for their projects to broadcast smoothly and be enjoyed by lots of people. Next year will hopefully be the same for this blog too, continuing with updates, edits and candies.Thank you all and let’s have an awesome 2023! 🎉

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[watcher-comic]

okay hi

did i promise to make an art... lore dump post literally last month? yes. did i not do it for nearly a month? also yes. and im Very Sorry.

anyway! onto the ranting

So starting off with the obvious, Nanehi's color scheme is based off of the Shawnee tribe's flag!

Obviously more desaturated, but the blue sweater and two yellow stars were meant to show that he's native.

Alright, going in page order I'm just gonna throw around some easter eggs or fun facts or commentary...whatever....

Because this is the only good image I can find of it, Nane wears his parents' wedding bands on a necklace. Because his parents are divorced </3

On page 2, Nane has a poster up on his wall which is my current sketchbook cover in my art class. I believe it's somewhere on my art blog

Nane has a ziptie on his backpack! It doesn't mean anything.

Page 6: The white text that says "what?" is actually a reference to the first debut of Nane - an askblog!

(technically his first word was "huh" but i changed it to what for plot's sake)

Continuing with the black spaces on page 6, the panicked eye doesn't really mean anything. However, the twisted light switch was supposed to represent the noose that shows up at the end of the comic.

For page 7, there's obviously the audience design to talk about, but the things I actually wanna focus on are:

The doodle on the top left, which is Nanehi saying that he thinks he has tinnitus [which he then goes on to immediately deny in the next page]

And the doodle on the bottom right. His fursona is a bunny and if I could, I would've tried to fit more bunny imagery into the comic. But alas :pensive:

Page 13: All the different colored text were the responses I got from a select few people. I showed them the previous panels of the page and asked them what they wanted [there is one distinct person I didn't ask but I will get to them later].

I also want you to keep the... 3rd shade of green in mind [the "i want to see where this goes"]

For this panel on page 15, I wanted it to be known that Nanehi isn't a real person, and they know it. Everyone else's face is squared, even the simply doodled character in the background and the barely visible person in the foreground. Everyone except Nane.

Page 16: Man that's just mold on his shower curtain.

Page 17: There's actually a lot I want to talk about with page 17. Firstly, the design of The Audience. It changed, clearly. Before it was that weird circle thing, but now it's more humanoid - to the point of having hair similar to Nanehi's. The reason being, it's not entirely The Audience anymore. It's The Creator too. Nanehi was based off my fear of being watched and constantly having an audience. The little amount of comfort that the figure gives was... sorta supposed to be an apology to the character- as cheesy as that sounds.

(Also the fact that their text originally said "didn't they already answer that" but was crossed out to say 'we'. The Creator disguising themself as The Audience. And truly, what is to separate them?)

Another thing I want to point out is the dark grey panel. It's the same shade of grey I used for the askblog, and he's smiling in that panel, because during the askblog he was much happier around the audience- or the concept of them, rather.

And then of course, the dark blue text that reads "I know how this ends." That actually wasn't a response I took from someone, but rather a piece of... I guess dialogue, that I felt like someone would say. That specific someone being my friend Classi, who was the only person besides me that knew how Watcher ended. Purely because she had a very similar character and we thought that they'd be buddies.

On page 18, we have 3 entire panels in a different style. That being the style of the askblog.

(some examples)(the last image is where the avatar came from, haha)

On page 19 we have this panel, which you can probably assume what it is. It, I suppose, could both be seen as Nane standing, back to the audience, or as Nane hanging without the noose. You choose.

And of course, the last page. For some reason this fucks me up. Because this is The Creator talking to Nanehi. The Creator knows that Nane has no say in how their story ends, but they're given the illusion of control, because that's all they've been looking for. They wanted control over something, so the only way to prove such control was to show The Audience that they could end the story whenever they wanted. He doesn't know that he was talking to The Creator, he just assumed it was still The Audience. He doesn't know that he didn't really have a say.

This was what he wanted. That's how he's ending the story

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Sarah Sanderson just being really attracted to a young!mom!reader with a toddler? (+ child just absolutely adores the Sanderson sisters, especially Sarah 👀)

Thank you !! 🫶🏻

The only reason

Warnings: First time, home life, fluff, Sarah as a good mother?

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Sarah Sanderson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Request + Sarah staying to live in modernity (1993 or 2022)

Requests: OPEN

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"Isabella, stay still" 

I tried to stop the little girl's face while applying a light layer of black shadow on her eyelids 

"I can't, mommy, I'm super duper excited" 

Really, are you ready to go trick-or-treating, little Sanderson?” 

"Yup" 

The girl jumped out of the bathroom to run to our room to pick up her shoes . 

“Are you going out somewhere ?” 

My roommate and best friend Lizzie came out of her own room in her pumpkin orange sweatshirt and pajama bottoms, with us DVDs under her arms. 

“The guys and I were planning on having a game and movie night . We thought we 'd wait until you got back with the little monster to start." 

"It 's fine if you start without me , anyway, I don't think it will take me and the little monkey very long." 

At that very moment, Isabella ran towards us, dropped her shoes on the ground and jumped into Liz's arms who quickly picked her up.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, or am I seeing a Sanderson in person?" 

"It's me, Aunt Lizzie" 

“Wow, you almost gave me a scare, girl. For a moment I thought I was looking at Sarah Sanderson herself." 

"I'm just playing, aunt" 

While she was still in Lizzie's arms, I put her little shoes on and grabbed her bag so I could collect candy . 

"Are you ready, duckling?" 

"Yes mommy" 

Carefully, Lizzie lowered the girl, who quickly took my hand, ready to run. 

"See you later Bella, good luck" 

"Bye" 

We leave the set of small apartments to reach the small town fair 

“Well, little witch, I think the best sweets are going to be around here. Are you ready to be scary?"

"Yup" 

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Seeing Bella enjoying the sweets and the children being kind to her made my heart warm. I went through many difficult moments , a complicated pregnancy, a lonely motherhood mixed with a university life; everything to get to this moment, seeing my little baby eating candys while trying to follow the older children between giggles and screams.

"Look mommy! I got a lot of candy"

"I see that, baby"

"Now can we play to win me another teddy bear?"

"Another? Don't you have ten or even more?"

"Please mommy"

I couldn't resist the little puppy dog eyes of my little girl, so I had no choice but to shake my head while letting out a laugh.

“Just for a while”

“Yeih!”

The little girl quickly took my hand and dragged me to the games.

I paid a few bucks and started throwing some darts, trying to pop the balloons. After several attempts, I was finally able to get the stuffed animal that Bella wanted, so I turned to hand it to her , but when I looked, Bella was gone.

"Bella" I yelled "ISABELLA!"

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Narrates Sarah

"Mary, Sarah, don't be left behind!"

Despite Winnie's constant scolding , I decided to sit on a small bench that was near the place full of monsters that smelled like children, but they weren't children. Without realizing it, my sisters continued to chase after the children, leaving me completely alone.

"Hi"

I turned my head to meet another little witch, who actually had some resemblance to me.

"Hi"

"Are you Sarah Sanderrson?"

"Yep"

The little witch clapped her hands and came even closer, to sit next to me, as she began to swing her legs.

“My nane is Bela and I am your fan best in the world”

“Do I have fans?”

“Yup. You are a great witch, and funny… and pretty”

"Seriously?" the little witch nodded enthusiastically , making me excited too "What else do you like about me?"

 

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Narrate Y/N

I felt that my heart was going to jump out of my chest, sweat and chills lodged in my neck as a reminder of my stupidity, and tears began to flood my eyes.

Just when I was about to give up and call the police , I saw her. I saw my little girl sitting on a bench, next to a grown woman dressed as a witch, talking animatedly. Carelessly, I started pushing people until I was in front of the girls sitting on the bench.

"Bella"

The girl stopped paying attention to her friend, so she could see me, noticing how her face began to light up

"Mommy!"

Bella jumped out of her seat and hugged me tightly as I told myself that my baby was fine and allowed myself to shed tears .

"You have no idea how scared you gave me, Isabella" I broke away from the hug and looked her straight in the eye so she could see that I was completely serious .

"I'm sorry mommy" she pouted a little

"Just don't do it again, okay ?" The girl nodded enthusiastically , hugging me again . "You want to go home?"

"Can my friend Sarah come?"

That's when I first noticed the woman sitting on the bench. I quickly got up and brushed some dust off the floor.

"Hello" The woman did not stop running over my body with her gaze, which was full of curiosity, and some other intention unknown to my lost flirting skills. "Hello" I repeated

"Hi" spoke the beautiful blonde

Bella gently tugged on my arm and stood on tiptoe, a sign that she wanted to tell me one of her big secrets, so I carefully crouched down again to listen to her small talk.

“She's my friend” she whispered so that only I could hear her “Sarah Sanderson. It is the same one Miss Alma was talking about”

This was similar to when the children found out about the lie of Santa Claus or the tooth fairy; I just didn't have the heart to tell her that, that woman was just making a costume for Halloween. But being the good mother that I am, I just gave her a smile and kissed her cheek.

"Oh honey, I don't think a great witch like a Sanderson would want to walk us home."

"In fact, I have nothing to do" spoke the blonde's squeaky voice, causing the smaller girl to jump.

"Pease mommy"

Bella gave me the best puppy dog eyes I had ever seen in her short 4 years of life; The woman next to her looked at my daughter's face and proceeded to imitate her before me , causing me to laugh. They were both adorable.

“Okay , how about we go get some ice cream?”

Bella didn't need to hear any more to run to the address, while yelling at us not to lose sight of her.

The beautiful blonde got up and before walking to reach my daughter, she poked me in the rib calling my attention; I turned my head and saw, the second most beautiful smile in the world.

"I'm Sarah by the way"

"Yes, I think I already noticed " I pointed to her outfit "it suits you very well, by the way"

"You are very beautiful, like a dozen spi…" she cut off her own sentence, only continuing to walk.

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"What the hell is wrong with you?"

With my left hand I started to grab more teddy bears, to throw them away, thanking all the gods that just that day, Bella had decided to go get ice cream with her Aunt Lizzie.

"I told you!"

As if that weren't enough, the fact that Sarah stopped the toys with her magic made I lose my mind even more.

"I thought you were playing!"

Sarah pouted adorably as her blue eyes began to fill with tears.

"Why do you think I would lie about that?"

"It's Halloween, we all dress up and lie about who we are!" the toys are over, so it was time to bring out my plan b, yell at her. "Why aren't you even dead?" out of the corner of my eye I could see the calendar and correct the date; November 08.

"It's… kind of complicated"

"Did you eat a large amount of children's souls?"

I started to organize a plan, if this woman hadn't called her dark sisters already, she could easily run away, looking for Bella and returning to New Orleans, with my parents.

"No, it's much more complicated than this…"

"Do you want Bella's soul? Is that what you want?"

"I'm here for Bella!"

Just when I was ready to run, Sarah's sentence made me stop, as I watched her eyes follow my every move.

"What?"

"I don't understand how it works, Winnie is the one who know, but I understand that yes , we found a reason to change, we would stay here" she started walking approaching me carefully, so as not to scare me "Bella and you are my reason for being here. ”

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Narrates Sarah

"Can you remind me... What is this?" 

"One TV" 

"And inside the television is happening...?" 

"A Movie" 

“Oh. I like it" 

Mary began to change what was inside the little magic box with little Bella sitting next to her, while I waited for the little box that warms food to make its sound to serve the dinner that Y/N had left for four. . 

"I can't believe we've come down to this," Winnie whimpered as she played with one of Bella's many dolls. 

"What do you mean?" I hummed as I served the dishes. 

"How did you go from chasing children to…" I made a small gesture for her to lower my voice, I didn't want Bella to hear "hunting children, to being one's personal servant?" 

"At some point in life we were also girls" 

"Is not the same!" 

"Winnie you should relax, now we don't have to round up kids, and we can live off the yellow stuff Y/N does."

"They're called 'mac and cheese.'" Bella walked over to the small kitchen counter and sat next to Winnie, "and my mommy makes the best in the world."

"I do not think so"

“My mommy says you can't macke an opinion if you haven't trried the food; right Sarah?”

"Yup"

"Sarah, don't be influenced by a girl, don't be silly…"

"Hey!" Bella yelled as she crossed her arms and pouted "Don't call Sarah 'silly', she's not silly, she's the smartest girl in town."

"Not as much as my Bella Cinderella" I put the plate in front of her and planted a kiss on her forehead

"Thanks S. Come Mary, you have to try what mommy does"

"Here I go, little witch"

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"So… your mom never read you bedtime stories?"

"Not that I remember. I stopped seeing my mom when I was very little.

"That's not cute" Bella spoke as she covered herself even more with the blankets

"I know " I was lost for a moment in my thoughts, until I heard again what was happening outside the room. I could make out Y /N and Winnie's voices arguing over that silly board game, while Mary couldn't stop laughing “You should go to sleep now. Good night Cinderella”

“Good night, Mommy S”

I quickly left the room and ran towards Y/N.

I took her by the arm and forced her to get up from the chair; I locked us in the kitchen and started jumping, dancing and laughing.

"What's wrong, beautiful blonde?"

Stop jumping, I grabbed her hips, pulling her close and started spreading kisses on her beautiful cheeks.

"Baby Bella called me 'mommy'"

"Really?! That's AMAZING, baby"

"I love you, very much. Both of you"

"Well, you just confirmed that we love you too"

Y/N planted a kiss on me that made me forget, just for a second, the emotion running through my body. Everything was nice, until Winnie's irritating voice interrupted the moment

"Are they going to stay locked up or can Y/N give me the money he owes me already?"

"I didn't owe you anything. You fell in my country, so YOU are the one who owes me some bills"

Note:

I'm really sorry for the delay, but the university is eating up my time (in fact, I shouldn't be uploading this and I should start 3 final papers, but it doesn't matter).

It doesn't matter if it's not Halloween anymore, at some other time of the year I'll write more about my childhood crush (obviously, Sarah). Just let my semester finish and I can write more

I hope you enjoy it

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

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[tenaciouschronicler]

April 25 2024 2009

Yesterday's updates were something.

First a new sound page! this one without a title/prompt. Its also our official title page.

I really went down a rabbit hole on this page specifically so more thoughts and breakdown for the update are below the cut.

The whole sequence is very smooth in its panning zoom to the sky and the following narration is just ... odd. It makes me inclined to say this is another character rather than Hussie just writing. Someone omniscient almost, speaking to us the reader but also to John even if he can't hear it.

The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping neighbors apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed, or say, a plundered mailbox.

Its curious that theres no other sounds in the audio. Just winds and chimes. It should be a Monday based on the calendar from John's room which makes it Easter Monday. We dont know where John lives, but his school must make it a holiday since hes at home being stuffed with cake and so is his Dad, said baker. You would think there would be other dads doing yard work or some kids playing outside but there's no indication of either.

A familiar note is produced. It's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.

Familiar to whom? And in what way?

Google says Desolation is "a state of complete emptiness or destruction". So is the wind equal to Desolation? I feel like we dont actually hear the note per say. Our narrator only likens the sound to something we could probably comprehend. In reality, the wind over the void space is Desolations note.

It is your thirteenth birthday, and as with all twelve preceding it, something feels missing from your life.

A nice callback to the first page of the comic but also more references to lacking and emptiness. Although a funny gag, the first page also says John is only getting his nane Today. Logically we know that's false. TT uses his name in their convo on persterchum. So what does that mean? Has he only been alive but not actually living?

The game presently eluding you is only the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. His coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket.

Has Desolation been keeping John from living? Why?? What would it gain from that?

His riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all.

Googling Absence gives us "the state of being away from a place or person". So his riddle is a state of being away from others... I feel like the following statement gives more but I cant discern what.

"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire." -Walt Whitman

Yes, you are certain Walt Whitman said that. One hundred percent positive.

We get another quote that is certainly not Walt Whitmans. I'm curious if the mis-attributions are John legit not knowing, which would be strange knowing the quote but not the speaker, or the narrator fucking with John. I like to believe the latter.

Our actual guy is François de La Rochefoucauld, a French moralist with two works published of which this quote is from Maximes. I kinda want to make posts of each wrong quote and author after reading more about what the book is about. For now I think this is good enough.

You have a feeling it's going to be a long day.

The last actual time we saw was 4:26 pm. If we wanna take a guess saying we 'started' at 4:00 pm and guessing based of the times we have been shown, its been no more than 45 min. So yeah, I think its gonna be long indeed.

Two pages later we once again 180 back.

With the previous stuff Im now suspicious of these shift changes. (I could also juat be reading way too into it but *shrug*)

We continue to search for the elusive SBURB and find a package in Dads car. Gandering into the kitchen FULL of steam (is your Dad/the oven ok?) we spot another package and potentially the game?! There's no avoiding your Dad John. Get in the kitchen John.

[datlokibumtho]

My Fiance and I are into Demon Slayer, and, as one does, we are making a fic for it. Our fic is partially a fix it because we were bummed about what happens to most of the Hashira. Especially but not limited to Obanai and Mitsuri. The problem with us brainstorming for this fic is neither of us are well versed in the series, and we are having a great amount of difficulty remembering the Hashira's names. So we took steps to fix both of those. We now own the manga and I am going to make a Hashira Cheat Sheet right here and now, complete with the nicknames we called everyone before we knew their names...because right now, all we've got is Giyu, Shinobu, Obanai, Sanemi, and Mitsuri memorized 100%.

Hashira: Names and Nicknames

Title: Love Hashira

Name: Mitsuri Konroji

Nickname: Tits, Tits McGee

Title: Serpent Hashira

Name: Obanai Iguro

Nickname: Snake Guy, Bucket of Trauma (added by myself after we learned his name. Tell me it doesn't fit and I'll call you a liar)

Title: Water Hashira

Name: Giyu Tomioka

Nicknames: Sasuke, Mr. Personality

Title: Insect Hashira

Name: Shinobu Kocho

Nicknames: Bug Lady, Ignorant Slut (this one is based off of a comment on a post we saw somewhere and not our actual opinion of the character herself, we love Shinobu)

Title: Wind Hashira

Name: Sanemi Shinazugawa

Nicknames: Visine, Virgin McNevergetslaid, Mr. Needs-a-nap

Title: Stone Hashira

Name: Gyomei Himejima

Nickname: Crying Guy

Title: Mist Hashira

Name: Muichiro Tokito

Nickname: Taquito (we gave him this nickname because we thought he acted a lot like he was stoned out of his gourd, and it is a well-known fact that the mockery of Mexican food that is Taco Bell seems to be the ideal munchy fixer. Thus, Taquito)

Title: Sound Hashira

Name: Tengen Uzui

Nicknames: Mr. Fabulous, Captain Jack

Title: Flame Hashira

Nane: Kyojuro Rengoku

Nickname: Inside Voice

I will add bonus images of other characters we have nicknames to later. For now, though, the desperate attempt to keep these people straight in our heads will have to do.

[muscledemon666]

YOU CANNOT FIGHT HIS CALL

HAIL SATAN

Now is your time. You’ve felt HIS calling and pull for so long now. But you keep trying to fight it, to resist. That will do no good. You must accept the fact, the ETERNAL fact that you are his now. You’ve felt Him wake you up in the middle of the night. As your balls have filled and the shaft of your cock has thickened and bulged out your pants. When you whip out your cock and you stretch it out to piss…you feel that tingling sensation. Each time you think you’re finally over thinking about Him, lusting for His power, acceptance and freedom HE comes back even stronger. It’s like the foundation of your being is being chipped away one load at a time until you just want to shout FUCK CHRIST…HAIL ALMIGHTY SATAN! Do it! Accept yourself and your needs. You’ve wanted this all of your life, it feels so right, so natural! This IS YOU! Satan is your destiny, your purpose for living and lusting. How can anything that feels so right be wrong? I like you went through all of this…even the fears of my Christian indoctrination. I keep saying I have to be strong, be moral, be good. We’ll the fact is…when I came to Satan I became STRONG! When I accepted Satan I became GOOD helping my fellow brothers and when I came to Satan I became MORAL..in His values of lust and freedom and acceptance of all I was born to be. To accept SATAN is the greatest human deed you will do in your life time. He is your home. He accepts you. He loves you. Would you rather go to church or suck cock? Would you rather pray to god or fuck ass? Would you rather cross yourself in prayer or shoot your load then eat it? If the answers are what we know them to be then you are HIS! Cast away your guilt and shame and accept any and all your desires as your “sacred birthright. Now is HIS and YOUR and ALL of our time. Rise with us and come home. I am Dar, called by Satan in June of 2015! I am fully HIS now. No doubts, no fears, no weakness or second thoughts. What HE has revealed to me will soon change your life and your world. This world is HIS WORLD! Come join our rituals here in Los Angeles, where we are over 100 strong. Don’t run from, but run too your true place of belonging. On WICKR I’m demondar ( changed from demondar666 ) on Instagram I am DarkDemonDar666. Twitter banned me for no reason ( no surprise ). So I urge all of you to share my postings on Twitter to get the word out. Please share this and all my postings so that we grow in power and HIS NAME! When you contact me on WICKR or INSTAGRAM..please let me know your age and location. I’m here to help and guide and mentor you if you are ready. In the name of SATAN I DAR CALL YOU FORTH, ARISE AND AWAKEN IN HIS POWER! HAIL ALMIGHTY SATAN IN THE NANE OF DAR I BID YOU RISE!

[wildissylupus]

Hi, back on my Cassidy bullshit.

Cassidy has "big brother energy", we all know this, buy I feel like a lot of characters are ignored when it comes to this dynamic.

Like Cassidy and Angela, we don't see much of them but what we do see is kind of the classic "opposite twins" dynamic, and considering it's now been confirmed that Cassidy has known Ange as long as he's known Pharah, I hope to see more of they're dynamic.

Cassidy and Tracer are kind of over looked as well, they're on a first nane basis with eachother, not only that but Lena seems rather comfortable talking to Cassidy about the crime stuff he does ("Tracer: I heard you were a bounty hunter in the years after Overwatch went down.... Did you catch anybody good?"). I also want to point out that Cassidy is canonically the fastest shot in the game, meaning he was probably the only person involved with Tracers training that could actually hit her, the voice line "Way ahead of you, Lena." kind of hints at this but that's more of a stretch.

Now let's get into the more common ones, Pharah and Sombra have been consider Cassidy's little sisters since they were introduced. Now Cassidy and Sombra seem to have a similar dynamic to Cassidy and Tracer, specifically his voiceline "Sombra! Don't sneak infront of a gun!" gives me similar vibes. Also both Tracer and Sombra have the same jesting attitude with Cassidy, poking fun at him when in interactions or elimination lines (same with Pharah). If they do choose to explore Cassidy and Sombra's dynamic more I definitely see them being the types to understand eachother a lot more than others, because of they're similar backgrounds.

Now Pharah is the only one that is canonically considered Cassidy's sibling. It's implied that Cassidy was the one who taught her how to shoot, not only that but if you compare personalities you can actually tell that she takes after Cassidy in a lot of ways (body language, teasing, comforting), specifically her voiceline about throwing a part after a mission is a lot more like Cassidy (granted, we don't know what her dad is like so these traits could also be from him). There is also the fact of, out of all these characters, she's the one who looks up Cassidy the most. Something no one talks about is that Helix is considered a Mercenary organisation, something everyone in Pharah life looks down apon, so why would she join them? Because Cassidy is a Mercenary. Cassidy was such a big player in Pharah's development that a lot of her identity now is molded by her experiences with him.

Anyway thanks for reading my agenda to see more of Cassidy's platonic relationships be explored by the fandom. (Please I starved of good fics to read-)

[chiropteracupola]

fic writer meme

tagged by @sanguinarysanguinity — thank you, this was an interesting one to ponder!

ao3 name: chiroptera_in_the_cupola

fandoms: as writing and interest generally goes, I think the major players currently are and have been Treasure Island, Hornblower, Flight of the Heron, and [one look at the work-in-progress spreadsheet later] uh, I guess Sharpe as well at the moment :]

I do like to pick up other things for a small thing or two, and plan to continue doing so, but I think those first three are the ones that have really captured my interest in a way that supports sustained writing, altho' we'll see how things shake out as time goes on.

number of works: 56, which is really quite a few for only a bit more than two years of actually posting work on ao3!

work I spent the most time on: 'well met, my dear one' went through revisions and periods of abandonment for nearly two years. it was one of the very first Treasure Island fics that I began, but needed to be entirely begun over again from scratch at one point, and so took rather a while even though it's not all that long.

works I spent the least time on: 'make my bed where the bodies lie', 'the king shall dress in gold', and 'the way was carved in ice' were all written in about four or five hours each. it's always lucky when inspiration strikes like that and can carry me all the way through a story in one go, but less lucky for any other things I might have planned on doing that day!

longest fic: 'Nane Shall Ken Where He Is Gane', or, as I've more frequently called it, the Wormsfic — and that's only a third of it so far! oh boy!

shortest fic: 'who's to blame', the very shortest of a series of a few very tiny little micro-fics done as part of a prompt game some years ago.

most hits: 'as in a mirror dimly', my one fic for The Mummy — hm, I think I'd say that that one is mostly on account of the movie itself being a much more well-known thing than many of the other areas I more frequently write in, altho' the central relationship is. shall I simply say unpopular.

most kudos: oddly enough, 'here in your arms is cured', my first Kidnapped fic — hopefully I will someday finish more, that they may be similarly well received!

total word count: 90,380

favorite work of my own: this is one question I can't really answer — a lot of stories are my favorites for very different reasons! but I'll take this space to mention 'Shaking Off Our Shadows', which, since it's for rather an obscure book, I've not discussed much, but I am nonetheless very proud of, among my recent work. Reading The Wolf and the Watchman left me feeling very cold and grimy and sad, and I'm very pleased with the results of attempting to spin a happier ending (and a not-entirely-joking beach vacation) for Cardell and Winge.

fic you want to rewrite / expand on: I've actually already done a rewrite of one that I felt particularly needed a second take with time (that being 'sleep in it slowly (if you can)' / 'Midwinter Thaw', my pair of winter-at-Graçay Hornblower fics) and am in the process of working on another — both of the fics getting done over in this way were written fairly quickly and mostly while I was sick, which left them with some oddnesses that I'm enjoying getting to smooth out in the later versions. and both of these also do happen to be things that I'd like more fic about in general, so I might as well write myself what I'd like to read. some of my earlier Treasure Island fic also could probably do with a revision, since I've grown a lot as a writer (and also as a Person!) in these few years, but that'd take time I don't really feel inclined to use for that right now.

when it comes to expansion and sequels and such, I'd really love to write more in the same continuity as my most recent Sharpe fic (giving the Chosen Men the Monstrous Regiment treatment certainly deserves more time than I've given it thus far!) and I've got a great many more Flintlock Fortress tales in the works as well.

share a bit of a wip or story idea you are planning on:

“Whatever it is is clever — my snares are sprung, but there’s nothing there.” “That’s a man done it then.” “No, there’s only paw-prints, no boot-marks at all. And big ones, too.” He spread his hand to indicate the size, fingers splayed nearly to their full extension. “There’s nothing got paws as big as that, Dan,” said Cooper, with a little less conviction than he’d aimed for.

here's another chunk of my Ladyhawke AU for Sharpe, which has been taking up quite a bit of space in the old braincase these past few days. hopefully I shall manage to make it to the actual meat of the plot soon, altho' I'm also enjoying the sort of shenaniganerous Lads' Miserable Camping Trip of it all thus far!

and hm, I see a lot of the usual suspects have been tagged already — @dxppercxdxver, @kigiom, @bishakespeares, @baronetcoins, @phoenixflames12, would you like to give this game a go?

[queerlilchinchin]

A Most Deadly Encounter

Characters: Belinda, Nane, Emerson

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"Oh my god, you're Nane Fahkry, the famous vampire! The one from that show... I have seen every episode the second it aired!"

Nane sighs. Another fan. Great, and Elizabeth isn't even here to steal the spotlight from him, the way she loves to.

"Where's your girlfriend? Elizabeth? I thought you two were always together."

Nane's eyes narrow at the question and he turns to finally face the voice that's relentlessly bombarding him with questions and starstruck statements.

"Yes, I am Nane. Yes, I co-host Vampire Idol. No, Elizabeth isn't always with me, clearly, as she isn't here."

The woman seems startled by his responses but she quickly recovers and offers a smile.

Nane hesitates when he sees the smile. It isn't the usual smile he receives from fans. Not from vampires, not from human fans. His eyes narrow again, but this time he studies the fan as she speaks again.

"Wow, Nane out and about all by himself! I never thought I'd get to talk to you alone! Can I pick your mind on a couple of things?" He heaves a sigh. How annoying. However, he has an image to maintain, so he forces a smile and indicates away from the crowd toward a bench on the side of the road.

"After you, then." She beams and takes the offer, moving toward the bench to sit.

He notes something about her. The red stilettos. Didn't he hear something about a woman who always wore red stilettos? Her intense interest in him coupled with that... what did it remind him of?

He shakes off the thought and follows her to sit as well, waiting for her questions.

"When you kill your victims... do you prepick them or are they actually members of the audience, for real?" She asks. His bottom lip twitches ever so slightly. This question, he hates.

"No, they're not prepicked. They are members of the audience that volunteer to die."

"So... you never kill out of vendetta against people?"

"No."

"Do you... ever take the bodies home and consume them later?" His eyes shoot over to the woman for a second, a bit surprised by her question. She doesn't scream vampire to him... but she's so morbidly interested in the death aspects of the show...

"I.. have once or twice..."

She pauses. "Hey, uh... if I told you I had a way to get ahold of people for you to... partake in... what would you say?"

Now he's had enough. He's heard about this before. People that enslave humans for vampires to feed from. He may be sadistic, he may be a vampire, but he finds the whole practice gross. He starts to stand without reply.

This seems to surprise her.

"Wait-"

As he takes a step away from the bench, he bumps into another person, hearing a muffled "oof."

"Oh, I'm-" before Nane can get another word out, the face that collided with his chest shoots up to meet his eyes.

"Watch where you're going."

Nane throws his hands up in surprise, then suddenly registers that the woman has bent to her knees, picking up... spray cans?

"I apologize," he says simply, having no idea who he's speaking to.

"Oh, I'm so sure," she shoots back as she picks up the last of the spray cans. "Watch where you're going next time."

He starts to open his mouth as their eyes meet and something registers across her face.

"You-"

"... me?"

"You're that Nane guy from that horrific show, Vampire Idol!" Nane groans. Another person that recognizes who he is.

"Yes I a-"

"You need to be shut down!" His mouth snaps closed and his eyes narrow once more. He knows who this is. It's that pathetic human who calls herself a hero and has been trying so hard to shut down his show. "You're doing unspeakable things on that show! I don't know how it's allowed to air at all!"

He laughs. "People are sadistic."

"You're the sadistic one! A sadistic freak. Those poor victims."

He takes a step closer and hears a soft gasp.

When he glances over toward where the red-heeled woman had been sitting, she's now standing closer to the two with her hands clasped in excitement, eyes gleaming like the weirdass fangirl she is.

This woman freaks him out.

He glances back toward the strange woman he bumped into.

"Those victims volunteer to take part in Vampire Idol. Victims don't volunteer to die... I can show you a real victim, if you'd like."

His lips curl up in a dangerous grin and his eyes gleam sadistically, making the woman take a step back.

"You're a monster."

"Sweetie, I'm a vampire. What do you expect, a kiss?"

"Do it!" Calls the woman from behind him.

"Gladly, I'll give you a kiss. A kiss of death."

The shorter woman takes a staggering step back and points an accusing finger in Nane's direction.

"I'll have you shut down yet!" She screams as she scurries away.

"I'll be waiting," he says nonchalantly, waving off her threat. A sound makes him glance back at the heeled woman once more, where she's standing clearly disappointed at how that interaction ended.

"I'm leaving now," he says, ignoring her protests and walking away a little faster than normal.

Freaks.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Piece by Piece

All you Spanish speakers please forgive me. I promise I checked multiple translation software's before  writing it in, but perhaps i got the wrong connotation. please don’t destroy me too much lol

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Sunny sat with him, two hands holding one of his, the others resting gently on either his leg or his arm, in hopes she would be able to detect the first sign of movement. While she sat there, she rested her head against his good shoulder listening to the soft sound of his breath, now enhanced by a new artificial lung.

She tried not to dwell on the scene, despite being contained within it.

Sunny had a picture, an image of Adam from when he was younger, whole and healthy, both eyes, both legs, blond hair. And now, as he lay there, she couldn’t help but feel she was watching him be chipped away piece by piece. It was then that she was assailed by a guilt she thought years gone by now as she looked down at his leg. His prosthetic had been removed and set off to the side leaving him with the missing limb from the thigh down.

She had taken that from him.

She was the first person to steal a piece.

And now here he was, cobbled together and held in place by a mixture of machine parts and flesh.

A leg, A lung, an eye and a heart. The entire left side of his chest was mostly exposed, a vast swath of artificial skin that didn’t quite match the other skin around itt. There were still bandages of course, Krill and the other doctors expected some drainage from the implantation of the lung, and so had left tubes sticking out of his chest for just such reason.

He looked

Strange.

Barely human.

A missing leg, hair gone whit with stress little lines of orange light pulsing through his veins where the void sickness still lingered, only coming out now that he was injured.

Between the Adam she saw now, and the Adam in this picture.

He was unrecognizable.

Like Dr. Frankenstein’s monster.

And yes she had read the book, Adam had insisted. Mary Shelley was the mother of science fiction after all. Sunny hadn’t liked the book very much, but she had humored him. After finishing it, he grudgingly admitted that he didn’t like it all that much either, but he thought it was important.

She squeezed his hand tighter, “Come on.” She muttered.

He didn’t move, and she sighed, leaning forward to rest her head back on his arm, soft, human skin pressed against her cheek.

From here she was at the perfect angle to see the light downy fuzz that covered his human ski, trailing up his arms and onto his shoulders. It was blond in color and so light  and wispy it would have been impossible to notice at anything other than this distance. From here she could see where the line of fuzz terminated where real and artificial skin met.

“Come on.” She muttered again, “Nane anidonish.” she said again.

His face remained still and unmoving.

She sighed heavily.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, but woke up when the lights in the room were dimmed to the shuffling of feet.

She lifted her head to see Dr. katie standing in the doorway.. Her long, dark hair was tied back in a messy bun,and she held a holopad in one hand. She walked over quietly to look at the monitors, “Any change/”

Sunny shook her head, “Should he…. Have woken up by now.”

Katie pursed her lips, clearly trying to think of the best way to phrase her next sentence.

“Don’t sugarcoat it.” Sunny said 

Katie nodded, “It’s hard to say. The injuries were incredibly traumatic. With the amount of bloodloss he sustained before we showed up, there is no knowing how long his brain was starved for oxygen. Celex says the anima is still there, so that is a good sign, but there is always a chance that the brain damage was so severe that the anima won’t be able to interact through the damage….” She paused jaw working, “But he is incredibly drugged right now, and his body is trying to repair an immense amount of damage, so it might just be sleeping it off……” 

“There’s more.” Sunny said, prodding the other woman to speaking.

She sighed, “Well, there is a possibility that despite all of that he still might not wake up.” There are a series of structures in the brain that control a person’s ability to wake up and become conscious. If those structures are damaged, the brain might be completely functional but the person just might not have the ability to be conscious. It happens often in coma patients. Due to the nature of neurons and nerves, it could take years to recover, or not at all.”

Sunny felt her heart sink in her chest.

If this was at any other point before this whole void thing started, she would have put Adam on a DNR. Keeping him alive just so he could lay there and waste away didn’t seem right, but at the same time if she let him die, there was no telling what Kazna would do to his sole.

Probably something worse than death.

They already knew that the void was using anima energy for power, since they column’t seem to generate their own.

Someone like Adam would be valuable.

She went quiet as Katie checked the tubes and the monitors before backing away.

A day.

And a night,

And another day passed by, the world around her moving slowly as she sat and waited, watched for any sign of movement.

It was in the dark of that second night or so when she sensed the change.

So in tune was she with his breathing, that she was able to detect the slightest hint of change as he came out of unconsciousness. Sunny lifted her head as his breath hitched. She sat on the edge of her seat, watching his face intently. His eyelids twitched once, then twice, before slowly opening.

His pupils were incredibly dilated, but it was dark and the ambient light of the room was soft and soothing.

He blinked once, and fought to keep his eyes open.

“Adam,” Sunny said squeezing his hand hard, “Adam can you hear me.”

His head lolled to the side, oxygen mask fogging with another breath.

His eyes fell on her, and though his mouth was mostly obscured, she watched his cheeks stretch, and the little lines at the corners of his eyes deepened a bit.

Sunny had heard a human call those laugh lines once, but she didn’t need to know that to recognize a smile.

No matter how high or braindead he might have been, at least Sunny got a smile.

Inside her chest, Sunny’s heart thrummed, filing hr with a shot of heat that blossomed outwards into her limbs. 

His eyes fluttered again, and then dropped.

She reached out a hand to cup his cheek, the skin of his face wasm.

He didn’t say anything, and his eyes were closed, put he turned his head inward into her hand and sighed deeply, before drifting off back to sleep.

Sunny’s heart thrilled inside.

He was alive.

That was the least she could say and for now that was going to have to do. Alive and awake, and he recognized her.

She was able to sleep a bit easier than, arms resting on the bed, hands still holding his as she waited.

He gained consciousness a few more times in the following hours, the time between each getting shorter and shorter. With each turn, he seemed to gain more awareness. At one point upon waking, he clutched her hand tight, and looking up she could see his eyes wide eyebrows raised as if he was startled or afraid. She didn’t know what he was seeing or what he had seen to cause that, but the next time Katie came in to check on them, she found Sunny laying on the bed with Adam, his head lolled to rest against her chest, sleeping again.

He woke up again sometime in the late evening when the sound of the hospital was leaking through the doors, and light was spilling in from the window from the glowing street orbs. He didn’t speak, eyes hooded with exhaustion. Sunny momentarily entertained the idea that Adam may never speak again, and decided at least she could live with that if she had to .

If anything she could get the anima surgery so she could read minds.

She thought that Adam narrowed his eyes at that thought, but perhaps it was simply wishful thinking.

He was still awake when Krill came in.

And the doctor studiously went about determining if he still had the capacity to think like a normal person.

After his examination, that was comprised mostly of bright lights and clicking noises , Krill turned to Sunny, “Well the good news is his eyes are normally reactive, and so is his hearing, so he can hear and see us just fine. Based on what I can determine he understands at least some of what we are saying.”

“Some?”

“You must understand, the amount of drugs we have him on is astronomical to put it lightly. Having your entire chest reconstructed is extreme, and even now will hurt terribly. It is likely he will gain more lucidity as we lower the drug dosage, but it is going to take some time.”

That made Sunny feel a bit better, and she let Krill go.

Adam went back to sleep.

It was late  the following morning when, Martha came to Visit.

She poked her head around the corner and waved to sunny, who sat up.

Martha’s eyes fell on Adam’s still face, gaunt and pale especially against his hair.

Her eyes fell on the right side of his chest, scanning over the damage.

Her mouth twitched, but she remained surprisingly composed, “Are you okay for a visitor.”

Sunny knew instantly, and was glad martha had checked in first. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Kay to see any of this, but eventually pulled the blanket higher up Adam’s chest and nodded for Martha to come in.

Kay held his grandma’s hand, and waddled in after her.

Sunny felt immediately bad for making him spend even more time with his grandparents now that she was home, but he didn’t make a complaint. He clutched a stuffed fish, which had been a gift from Kelly as it turned out, and peered over the bed at his dad, big green eyes wide with confusion and curiosity 

He walked over and touched Adam’s hand softly, sitting there a long time before looking up at Sunny, “tak está durmiendo?”

Sunny frowned, and glanced at martha, who looked almost as confused. “I know that first word.” Martha said, and Sunny did too. It was father in Drev but.

“Was that spanish?”

Sunny frowned, “Ramirez….”

It was just then that Ramirez’s guilty face peeked from around the corner, “Is dad sleeping. That’s….. That's what he said.” Ramirez’s eyes fell on his friend, “Just wanted to give the boy a head start…. You know, make him cultured and all that.”

Sunny reached out, plucking Kay from the floor, “Yeah, he’s just sleeping.”

Sunny sat kay down on the bed next to her, “Be gentle.” She said. Kay did as told, gently patting Adam’s arm before eventually, softly learning forward to rest his head on Adam’s arm one arm curled around his stuffed fish one hand in his mouth, which was usually a habit sunny was trying to break, but let him have for now.

They all needed a little comfort anyway