#I don't want to hear that my friend killed herself in vain and I don't want to hear that you'll never use her name because

[featherymainffins]

Family is clearly just prolonging my and my mother's misery by forcing me to text her on special occasions and send her gifts, which is giving her false hope that her only boxing bag might come back and endure whatever she decides to take out on it again.

[the-bloody-sadist]

Hello, sorry if this ask is awkward. I've come upon many of your works and they've always pulled me in. Thinking it over, I realize that I bleed my perfectionist issues into my writing and make all my characters OP or stereotypical or generally boring. How can I stop being scared of writing "human" characters? Is there a way to do that?

You don't have to answer this. You can delete this ask if I'm being weird here. Thank you for taking your time to read this, though.

From Juni.

This is not awkward in the least!!! I'm very happy to hear the questions, especially on writing! That's something I know a lot about, even if I don't believe myself capable of applying all of my knowledge in the best ways possible for some of my own works. Still, character psychology is my favorite topic.

What I would say is the most important thing (and I'm a perfectionist as well) is to realize that the more flaws a character has, the more relatable they are. The less flaws they have, the more unrealistic they are - thus unlikable or un-relatable.

To address the certain types you mentioned specifically, I'll try and use examples. For instance, if you have an OP character, the best way to make them interesting is to give them an emotional weakness. If it's Saitama from Once Punch Man, who can literally defeat any threat in a single punch, give him a friend, and then make that friend the threat, that friend the villain, whether the friend is a traitor or an unwilling participant to another villain's plans. What's he gonna do, then? Not be OP and kill him in one punch.

For OP characters, the trick is generally to make the conflict more complicated and emotional. Since I'm character-focused as a writer, the way I might do an OP character is to give him a fragile personality type. Extreme contrast to his OP-ness is interesting, it adds a direct opposite.

Opposites are the best trick to making any character complex.

If you have issues with stereotypical characters, you can use this same method. Did you make a jock character? The kind that stereotypically bullies the weak kids, has multiple girlfriends, is a player, etc? Make him a crybaby. Make him sensitive. Make him a bully of kids that remind him of himself. Maybe he can't keep girls because they expect him to be tough and cool, but then he has a breakdown over something small and they laugh at him. Cheerleader stereotype? Usually vain, obsessed with being a ringleader? Give her self-hatred so extreme that she can't even look at herself if she's not wearing layers of makeup. She hates being popular, but does it out of necessity for her own survival in the school, or else she'd be bullied, and she can't deal with that.

Typically the problem with stereotypes is that we've seen them so much (thus the label) that we no longer care about them when we see them. If you give us something that we can empathize with, relate to, or feel bad for them over, you've made progress!

Being worried about writing 'human' characters is usually a reflection of your own fear of your own flaws. You have to allow a certain amount of vulnerability with yourself when you write, including trying to let characters adopt traits from you. Almost every one of my own characters has something (many things) related to me that they deal with, whether habits or trauma types or fears or mental illnesses. That's why I'm able to write them that way! So honestly, if you're a perfectionist, try writing a character who's also perfectionist. If they want to be perfect so badly that they show none of their flaws, give them an arc where it bottles up so much that it eventually bursts out somehow.

In the end, there are quite a few ways to spice up a character. For me, I most often go to trauma. It's my passion, obviously, but it holds a lot of weight. When a character has past trauma, it shapes everything that they are in the present.

I have books I use that indicate common traits of different traumas or backstory events if I struggle with some (The Emotional Wound Thesaurus by Becca Puglisi and Angela Ackerman is the best, and I recommend all of their other thesauruses as well). This helps me if I get stuck, though I've used it so much that it's old hat by now, and my own experiences most often inform my characters'.

If you want deeper thoughts on the matter, feel free to ask me any other questions you have, or take a look at the Positive and Negative Traits Thesauruses from those authors! They have sections in the beginning of all of their books that give the most excellent breakdowns of how to create a perfectly flawed character and how to make the audience care.

Thank you so much for the ask - much love to you!! <3

[jotunheimsaga]

Sigyn Chapter 18 [Final]

It was difficult for frost jotuns to kill each other with ice, which simply melted and molded into their body, healing it's own wounds, whether in the heart or brain. Unfortunately for Sigyn, depending on the severity, the healing process could be painstakingly slow. Healing a severed spinal cord would require more time than she had. So Sigyn army crawled through the snow as the storm barreled down atop her, knowing deep down that she would never reach safety. 

When she could no longer drag her body weight, she rolled onto her back and stared up at the swirling dark sky, wondering how badly it would hurt to be blown into a million tiny pieces. The thunder was a constant, like a giant war drum in the sky. She could not hear the approaching footsteps.

"Sigyn!" Angie, Jess, and Kark appeared beside her. Angie grabbed her arm to pull her to her feet before realizing she couldn't move her legs.

"I'm done," Sigyn said. "You two need to get back to the portal. And Jess, you should be at home!"

Angie knelt beside her. "I'm not leaving you here to die alone!"

"If you don't you'll die with me!"

Angie pulled her into a tight hug, and Sigyn understood nothing was going to send her away. Though she never wanted her best friend to die with her, she was glad to not be alone. 

"Kark!" Sigyn commanded. "Get Jess out of here!"

"I don't think so!" Jess argued, stepping away from Kark.

Sigyn's tone sharpened. "You can't do anything beyond saving yourself. Get back to the lodge now!" 

Again, Jess found herself staring into the eyes of something inhuman. Wide and focused with a glint of something feral. Like the white eyes of a dangerous animal forced into a corner, staring down the aggressor. Sigyn had become a force of nature Jess could not argue with. 

Kark wanted to be gentle, but Jess' struggling forced his iron grip to drag her back into the woods. A clap of thunder echoed directly overhead, close enough to shake the snow off branches. It was the last warning Jess needed to submit to Kark's insistence to run. 

The humid air of the storm made Sigyn gag. The snow melted quickly around them. The two jotuns held on to each other tightly through the wind threatening to rip them apart. Lightning flashed one bolt after the other, a wicked strobe light beneath the rumbling thunder.

The lightning flashed brighter than ever before, and he appeared. A short man with long red hair that hung over his face and a full beard complimented with braids. What he lacked in height he made up for in brawn. Pure muscle bulged under his leather armor. Around his waist was a belt, and in his hand was a war hammer with a handle so short, it could only be wielded in one hand. 

The jotuns growled, trying in vain to threaten the thunder itself. If it intimidated Thor, he gave no indication. He didn't even flinch at the circle of lightning cracking around him. The wind blew the hair out of his eyes, revealing a firey red rage. He swung the hammer in his hand and let out a long battle cry as he charged forward. Sigyn and Angie recoiled into each other.

Sigyn braced herself for the blow of steal, but it never came.

Daring to open her eyes, she saw a small figure had planted herself between them and Thor. The Asgardian huffed and puffed, slowly lowering the hammer, his bushy eyebrows pinched together as he looked at the tiny mortal in front of him.

"Wait!" Jess said, lowering her hands. "Please."

"Jess," Sigyn whispered. "You need to go."

"No! You did nothing wrong." She raised her chin at the god in front of her. "It's not right."

Thor knew the girl was no Jotun, but he could not understand why she defended them. When the Aesir spoke, his voice sounded like it was made of thunder itself. Low and booming, reverberating through the air. "Child, stand aside." He pointed his hammer towards the Jotuns. "They are no allies of yours."

"Really? Then why did one of them sacrifice herself to save my town? By the way, where were you in all this? Mister Protector-of-Earth?"

The mountain went quiet. Both Thor and the Jotuns had the same dumbfounded expression at this little Midgardian girl's reckless display of bravery. Or was it foolishness? Sigyn was certain Jess was about to be smited.

"This blizzard has been going on for nearly a week, and you just now show up?"

It was a good effort, but Sigyn doubted it would spare lives. Thor had - as the humans would say - one brain cell. He could be tricked easily, but not reasoned with.

But Thor didn't raise his hammer. He just looked between Jess and the Jotuns and paced back and forth, until addressing Jess again. 

"Never have I witnessed a human stand with Jotuns." He leaned closer to Jess, who struggled to not shrink from his ale-stained breath. "I will leave them. Once. They will not feel my mercy twice."

"Understood."

Thor huffed, throwing one last glare at the Jotuns before stomping up the mountain. In a flash of lightning and one last rumble of thunder, he vanished. Jess swore she heard hooves and goats braying.

The sky calms as the storm clouds disintegrated. Sigyn and Angie loosened their grip on each other. 

"I can't believe it," Sigyn said in a breathy voice. 

The shock of the moment finally struck Jess, and she fell back into the snow next to the others, her eyes glazed over. "I don't know what happened."

"You saved our asses is what." Sigyn wrapped an arm around Jess' shoulder to pull her closer. 

Jess barely acknowledged her. "I just told Thor off."

"You amazed him with your bravery so much, he gave us a pass." Angie threw a pointed look Sigyn's way. "As long as we don't cause any more problems. Can you stand yet?"

Taking Angie and Jess' hands, Sigyn pulled herself up. She had regained a little feeling in her legs but lacked the coordination to walk. Angie scooped her up in her arms bridal-style and carried her back towards the lodge.

"Will the other Jotuns will come back?" Jess asked. 

Sigyn shrugged. "Not anytime soon. Maybe in a few years they'll get brave enough to check again."

"Which we should prepare for," Angie warned.

Sigyn waved her off. "But that's a problem for another day. Tonight, we should celebrate!"

"What were you thinking?"

"Move night?" Jess suggestion.

"Anything but Marvel," Sigyn answered. 

[boyakishantrinity]

IDK: Trigger warning, abuse, violence,sex. 18+ for gore and shit.

"Y'know something?"

Tongue clicking, woman sitting at the bench top, glass in hand, snarling to herself as she looked at the mobster.

"I really fucking hate it when some lazy ass bitch comes in and insults my friend."

Looking back at the girl, mouthing questions at the woman. Dark hair cascading her shoulders, a nice face, rack. Eyes shifting as she continued.

"So I suggest you get your greasy ass out of her door before I bleed over her FUCKING CARPET."

Blood erupting across her body, mana compressing, hardening around her as her voice howled. Glaring at the woman, one hand pulled back as a smile formed over her face.

"Oh? And-"

THUNK.

"That wasn't a fucking request. Now get. OUT."

Downing the rest of the glass girl looking hopelessly confused, mobster giving a smile as she gripped the table.

"I don't think you're listening-"

"I don't think you hear me. Get your greasy... That's a soul contract."

Eyes trailing the paper, breathing in, cogs turning as she skimmed the paper.

"Yes... One of many, this one is one your friend signs that effectively-"

"So if I killed you?"

"... Excuse me?"

"If I killed you, you dense motherfucker? If I thrust this goddamn knife through your throat. Other than your weak-ass dying, what'd happen?"

Looking between iron blade, polished as she smiled at the queen pin. A grin forming over her face.

"... your friend would die."

Swishing the inside of her face, stabbing her face before drawing the now glowing knife.

"And now?"

"Did you even listen you stupid... That's Heaven's insignia."

"Yeah, now answer me."

"... Look, if you kill me-"

"What makes you think I give a shit about some weak willed slut? i'm doing this more because I hate your kind."

"... My kind?"

"Your kind, the kind that hides behind bullshit contracts, exhibits power over others because they're incapable of controlling themselves. Those who's sin only hides who and what they are, remaining ignorant to the evil they truly are."

"... As opposed to you-"

SHUNK.

"As opposed to me? A girl who tried again and again in vain when I was alive, to do what you fucker left my friends behind. Abusing person after person. Jose. Ignoring your mother's teachings, leaving her to die in a nursing home meanwhile I killed people. Shot down person, people, anyone I judged as sinners, finding them down here years later with only one exception that I don't think even count"

"... and what? You don't-"

Fist sending jaw flying, smile forming over her face as she rips the knife from her stomach. Blood pouring out, growling like an animal as she slashes her face.

"Even care? So what? Working for ideals, morals, beliefs all of it is a flawed way of thinking, a way to get corrupted, but if you corrupted yourself. Deluded yourself into living in reality. Well, the only evil is what others believes and why should I care about some weaklings? That's the logic you've used right? Throwing aside your best friend since birth, twice. Finding a new slut- Fuck off Thea, go hide in your room and cry like a bitch because that's all you can do right? Go cry like a bitch, grow a fucking spine and do whatever you want. I'm done."

A small laugh came from the porn queen, a giggle, shaking her head as she laughed. Voice flowing despite her imminent death.

"You think this changes anything? You do everything we do, but worse, you're the scum of our society, something that without us-"

"I'd live a much happier life, working to spread equality through my beliefs instead of hiding behind them like a coward. Don't think we're done you bitch, I'm not going to just stop at your death. You're going to call your FUCKING BOSS. RIGHT NOW. Not your GODDAMN SUPERVISOR. OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL BRING THEIR GODDAMN HEAD TO BEAT YOUR SKULL IN."

IDk, what y'all think?

[formenis]

i absolutely adored your HC on how it would be to have BB as a lover omg 💖could i request, how he acts when he is interested in someone and wanting to pursue a relationship with his crush? i love this creepy and intense boi so much🥰

Wah thank you so much! 😭😭

It's nice to hear you liked it~ I decided that this RQ will be a HC too (I hope you don't mind)

~

HEADCANONS: HOW BEYOND BIRTHDAY WOULD ACT IF HE IS INTERESTED IN SOMEONE

pairing: BB x gn!reader

|| warning: all kind of warnings with him, really ||

This scenario could start in two ways:

1. IF Y/N WAS A VICTIM: he thought he found the perfect victim for his plan. Y/N met all criteria, even their lifespan was reaching its end. One day he was going to kill them but, suddenly, something changed: the lifespan itself. Y/N's numbers changed and B froze in place.

«May I help you?» Y/N asked innocently, they didn't know they avoided a painful death. For once in his life, B didn't know what to do with them.

2. IF Y/N WAS A DETECTIVE: Naomi Misora introduced them to Rue Ryuzaki.

«We always work together. They are very talented, Ryuzaki» Naomi explained during their first encounter.

Ryuzaki B wasn't impressed, at first, since his goal wasn't Y/N but Naomi herself. His idea about Y/N changed quickly when he noticed that they were looking right above his hair...much like he always did with the others.

1. In the first case, B excused himself because «I mistook you for somebody else» and Y/N would left without saying other words. B, however, stood in the middle of the footpath for a while following them with his eyes. He wanted to register everything about their figure: height, weight, hair color, skin color, clothes, way of walking.

«How did you extend your lifespan...Y/N?»

2. Naomi and Y/N were analysing Believe Bridesmaid's bedroom, the crime scene of those Wara Ningyo Murders. The two detectives were observing the bed while Ryuzaki B stood out of the way.

"Why did you look above my head...Y/N?" he asked to himself while chewing his thumb. "Do you...have them too?"

«I wonder how he died...» Naomi asked while looking at the photo of the victim.

«Asphyxiation» Y/N replied suddenly, their eyes were glued to the photos.

Naomi turned towards them in disbelief. «How did you know?»

Y/N's face became red and, in that moment, Ryuzaki B was listening to them in pure interest and curiosity.

«I just...looked at the the fracture of the U-shaped hyoid bone at the base of the tongue, here» and Y/N pointed to a specific photo Ryuzaki B couldn't see from his spot.

«Yeah you're right» confirmed Misora. Ryuzaki B was becoming eager and eager to know more about them.

1. B uncovered quickly where Y/N lived, their job, their friends, their family. In other words: everything. His investigations, however, didn't solve the most important mystery: why Y/N's lifespan didn't end? Was it because...B stopped?

He tried to kill them other times but it was vain: Y/N always avoided all his attempts.

«Excuse me, are you M. Y/N L/N?» a direct approach was B's last chance to solve that case.

They turned, the H/C hair flew due to the movement. «Yes?»

«I'm Rue Ryuzaki, I'm investigating about the Wara Ningyo Murders»

Y/N seemed scared hearing that name. «Ah! I heard about them. What do you need, sir?»

̷T̷h̷e ̷w̷a̷y ̷t̷h̷e̷y ̷s̷a̷i̷d ̷"̷s̷i̷r̷"̷. ̷I̷t ̷d̷r̷o̷v̷e ̷h̷i̷m ̷c̷r̷a̷z̷y̷.

«I have few questions for you» that was the perfect excuse for him to start talking to them.

2. More days passed and more pissed off Ryuzaki B became. There must be a way to understand if Y/N had the Eyes or not.

«I can't go there and ask them directly...they would be suspicious especially if I'm wrong. And since Naomi Misora works for L...I can't afford mistakes»

As if someone from above the sky heard him, during a rainy summer night at Los Angeles all his doubts disappeared.

«Suicide from burning to death...such an horrible way to die» Y/N said once Ryuzaki B and them met in the middle of the pavement. The rain made their surroundings shining, everything around them was sparkling...except Ryuzaki B's eyes.

«Really? I disagree...each death has a meaning in this case» Ryuzaki B hid his hands in his usual faded and large jeans, the back was curved inward and he was looking at Y/N with a strange glare.

«So it's your...vision of the things, Ryuzaki»

He laughed. But it was a weird laugh, as if it wasn't from that world.

̷H̷E ̷W̷A̷S ̷R̷I̷G̷H̷T̷.

«Exactly» Ryuzaki B replied in the middle of his laugh. «It may sound sudden but...Y/N, do you want to date me?»

1. The detective thing allowed Ryuzaki to know better Y/N. They seemed interested in his "work" and wanted to be informed about all developments of the case.

«What's the most difficult case you ever solved, Ryuzaki?»

«Let me think...» B caressed his lips with the thumb pretending to think. «Once a killer made the "locked-room" trick: here a crime scene has no indication as to how the intruder could have entered or left»

«No way!» Y/N looked at him in awe. «And you solved it?»

«Of course I did, Y/N»

From that moment Y/N and B became very close. He had the impression that his "almost victim" felt safe with him. B could tell by the way they moved closer to him in public or by the fact that Y/N always relaxed their muscles when they were together.

When B wasn't busy with Naomi Misora and the wara ningyo murders, he tried to spend as much time as possible with Y/N. When he was with them he could almost forget his plan to surpass L. And how Y/N extended their lifespan...he didn't care anymore.

He started to smile, to laugh genuinely, to like things he never imagine he would like. Was it...what people called "love"?

He came in the States alone, he had no family behind...and there, in Los Angeles, he found someone much more important than L.

If only his plan wasn't already set...

2. «What can you see?»

«The cause of death...and you?»

«Real name and date of death»

It was like Y/N and Ryuzaki B were made for each other. The things the first couldn't see, for the second one they were pretty clear (and vice versa). The two of them felt that something was growing between them.

«Am I going to die soon?» Y/N asked him.

«Do you really want to know?»

«Actually...» the other detective took back what they said before. «Not really»

There was this sort of chemistry between Ryuzaki B and Y/N like two pieces of the same puzzle. Y/N loved everything about Ryuzaki B and he, very slowly, started to love too.

At first Ryuzaki B saw Y/N as a way to defeat (and kill) Naomi Misora but soon the female detective was left behind.

He would fight for Y/N. He would ̷k̷i̷l̷l for Y/N. Ryuzaki B would do everything for them and he had the feeling that it was mutual.

The Wammy's boy would organise as many dates as possible. At the park, at the museum, at the art gallery. Ryuzaki B wanted to enjoy Y/N's company when he could.

If only his plan wasn't already set...

[yumihoe]

Housepet

Fandom - Kakeguri.

Pairing - Yandere Yumeko Jabami x Yandere Mary Satome x fem reader.

Summary: As a housepet pet you are required to serve your superiors.

Content warnings- Yandere themes, oral fixation, aged up characters, noncon-rape, Sexual slavery kinda, femdom, abuse of power, the reader gets slapped around/ mentions of the reader getting hurt in the past, degradation, face riding -let me know if I missed anything-mdni.

Word count -1.5k

Your neck was aching, collar heavy around it. The feeling of the leather suffocating, chaffing, and burning like a brand.

A Brand on livestock, A brand on an animal.

You aren't an animal. At least at one point, you hadn't been.

Now you were... what were you?

Yumeko says you're her favorite toy, always so sweet-so kind with her praises, even when she's bringing the belt down on your backside for the tenth time. " Such a good kitty, taking your lashes so well." But mary insist you're a dirty whore, " Why do you insist on babying the little bitch for doing what filthy whores like her are supposed to do"

Even now as Mary wraps another tie around your ankle you can't quite wrap your head around what you are.

Sharp pain from how tight the ties are rings through your wrist and makes you jerk away, earning you a hard slap to the face.

" Hold fucking still waste." Mary hisses. Yumeko jabs lightly at mary with her elbow " Why are you always so mean to her?" Yumeko sighs, rubbing at your thigh. Her voice sounds sincere, caring even but You know all too well that she's only pretending to care, pretending to scold mary for being rough with you.

" The little shit wouldn't have to get tied down if she hadn't had fucking kicked me last time." Mary snaps, yellow eyes glaring at the brunette.

You hadn't meant to kick Mary, but to be fair you had told her that you couldn't handle another orgasm, Yet she persisted, keeping the vibrator on your clit, sneering about how " little shits like you need to serve your purpose." and " If you know whats fucking good for you you'll come again." Your're tenth-or something orgasm had wrecked through your body, sending spasms and jerks- spasms and jerks that had caused your leg to launch out, smacking Mary in her nose.

You had already been punished, of course, mary had made sure to bruise your ass raw, make sure you could sit regularly for weeks, but she still insisted on tying you down before they went on with their regular routine anyways.

Yumeko busies herself unbuttoning her school blouse and stepping out of her skirt

It's not right, twisted how stunning Yumeko's Body is.

Sick people who keep other human beings tied down in empty classrooms shouldn't be allowed to so....beautiful. Sharp collarbone above perfectly round breast that melt into a sharply defined waist. No matter how much you despised Yumeko Jabami you would never be able to call her ugly. And the fact sickened you.

" Aw, you're drooling, am I that pretty kitten," Yumeko giggles, leaning down to smooth your hair back. " Does my good little kitty want something to plug up that sweet little mouth?"

Your stomach tightens knowing exactly what it is she's hinting at. "Open wide for me kitty." Yumeko coos, pushing two of her digits inside your mouth. You know better than to bite down on her fingers, the first and last time you had, mary broke one of yours, and you hadn't been able to bend it correctly for months. So you let the long, slender digits slide past your lips and suck, to avoid punishment.

Mary snorts as she fastens the last tie on your ankle, sitting up. "Ts really fucking gross how you stick your fingers in the little shits mouth like that, how the fuck do you get off on that?" She sneers Yumeko just smiles, pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. "If that little fuckface pukes, I swear to fucking god I'll kill you Yumeko." Mary frowns

" 'Sides, there are better ways to put her mouth to use anyways," she mumbles. Yumeko lets out a boisterous laugh " If you wanted a turn with kitty's mouth, all you needed was to say so." Mary doesn't answer, instead motions for Yumeko to take her fingers out of your mouth, to which Yumeko obliges with a sad whimper, letting her now slimy digits drop from your mouth.

"Now, you'll put that whinny little mouth to good use," Mary smirks, positioning herself to hover over your face. You start up your usual protest, about how you don't want her to ride your face, that you'd rather just eat her out on your stomach to avoid her suffocating you, but your pleading is in vain, Mary lets her legs give out anyway, pushing her cunt directly onto your mouth.

You almost panic at the sudden loss of air, but you know better to try and struggle against her, it only ever results in some form of physical assault. And it's not like you could push her off of you, in your current state. So you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to take a swipe at her folds.

" Aww, you're being so good kitten, you deserve an award." Yumeko sings.

" She's not-Fuck- Not being fucking good, the little fucking shit's just doing what housepets are supposed to do." Mary whimpers out, thighs quivering around your head.

Houspet.

Hearing Her say the word- the title is almost foreign since they often call you anything but. Kitten, Toy, Little shit, but still it's a reminder of what you are now. No longer human, and below any animal. A Housepet. A failed gambler.

It all comes pouring back to you like rain, everything you had been, what you were before.

Master gambler, Highroller extraordinaire. You had been on top of the world, winning game after game and match after match, well on your way to becoming an esteemed member of the student body council. Maybe even president of the student body council until-Until you had lost.

It had all happened so fast, you were so certain- still certain that you should've won that game, that it had been rigged and you deserved a rematch - a recount, anything- yet your cries of foul-play had fallen on death ears. Your status as a high-ranking gambler had been revoked, replaced with that of a disgusting, low-ranking rat.

The transition had been slow, yet persistent. The looks of fear and admiration people once gazed at you with turned to disgust and superiority. Where once people had flocked to be around you they had started to avoid you like the plague.

The last and final declaration of your dehumanization had come in the form of a notice from the student council, a notice stating that if you couldn't repay your debt from losing, you would be demoted to the lowest student ranking at Hyakkaou Private Academy. You had begged, on your knees almost for a second chance, but the president had refused, issuing you a collar.

Yumeko and Mary had cornered you a few days after that, forced you to become their personal little plaything.

"No point in resisting, shitty little housepets like you go missing all the time, no one would look for you." Mary had whispered

Yumeko jerking your thighs further apart pulls you out of your moment of self-realization.

"You're doing so well for Mary kitten, I just can't help but reward you." she beams.

Yumeko's rewards always leave you overstimulated and crying, so you don't feel any relief at the mention of receiving one. Still despite how you tense up, clearly uncomfortable with her rewarding you, Yumeko slots herself between your legs, flicking a vibrator on and pressing it against your clit. The sudden sensation causing your hips to buck up, much to the distaste of Mary.

" Be fucking still" the blonde hisses, " Just fucked up my c-climax."

You don't bother to object or tell mary that Yumeko's the reason you moved so suddenly, you know she won't care either way. "s' fucking close" Mary whimpers grinding down against your tongue harder. Her hips stutter, once, twice, before she's shaking, squirting all over your face. You want to gag, cry out, push her off you, but you know you can't, so you let her ride the rest of her orgasm off on your face, sticky, sweaty thighs clamped around your head.

Mary finishes after what seems like forever, standing up on quivering legs, looking around for her clothes.

" Were gonna be fucking late for our next class, fucking c'mon Yumeko" She sighs.

Yumeko pouts from between your legs, two fingers buried in your swollen cunt. "But I didn't get to finish kittens reward, she's been so good we can't just leave her all pent up like this."

you can almost hear Mary roll her eyes." If I have to fucking drag you outta here by your fucking hair Yume-

"Fine, Fine" Yumeko stands up, cutting her off. She slowly reassembles her uniform, grumbling almost like a child who just had a toy ripped away from her.

"Sides you can come back and finish the little shit off after school" Mary shouts, already halfway out of the door. Yumeko smiles down out you, winking before following her friend into the hall.

--

Long after they've left you find yourself sobbing, wishing they had untied you before going back to class.

A sick feeling rises in your stomach as you realize you're not crying about being tied up because the position you're in is uncomfortable or even because you might have been able to find a way out if they had let you free of the ties.

You're crying because You wished they had let you go before leaving so you could stuff a finger into your aching cunt.

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I really want Yumeko and mary to bully me. 😪

Anyways, as usual, if you enjoyed this don't be afraid to reblog!

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Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part III

Part I

Part II

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

After that night, it became increasingly hard for (Y/N) to leave, and for Eren to let her do so.

Something between them had changed. There were moments— when Eren would press feather-light kisses against her forehead, when he would casually leave a cup of her favorite tea where she would find it— where (Y/N) felt as though her heart might burst. It was all the little things that baffled her, all the ways in which he seemed to understand exactly how she felt; it was as though he knew her more than she knew herself. On the mornings that she would wake in his bed, sleepy and sticky and wholly content, (Y/N) wondered what it would be like to have this life forever.

Other days— on days like today— she was reminded exactly why that could never be, and it broke her heart.

Today, they had planned a romantic dinner in the park, an evening under the stars. It was supposed to be something special, a little getaway just for the two of them; they had wanted to leave as soon as (Y/N) was relieved from her patrol, so Eren had moved her things to his place, hoping that they could leave together from there for their evening alone.

In and of itself, that was fine… but when (Y/N) came in, covered head-to-toe in viscous Creature blood, Eren was furious.

“And you call me a monster,” he growled, looking her up and down with hate in his eyes. “I can’t believe you.”

He stood from his seat on the sofa, and (Y/N) began to back away, still wary from the fight she had narrowly escaped from unscathed. Her every instinct told her that she should run, fire a round of silver bullets into his chest, but she steeled herself, doing neither.

“It’s not my fault— they were attacking a civilian,” she told him as he stalked towards her, his face twisted into a horrific scowl. “I tried to stop them— tried to find out what was going on— but then they came at me with their claws, and I was left with no choice.”

“There is always a choice,” he snarled, and it was then that anger filled (Y/N) from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. "They were probably terrified of you— how could you possibly blame them for lashing out?"

(Y/N) grit her teeth.

“This, from the man who thought genocide was his only option to the same problem?”

Eren made a low, warning sound in the back of his throat, but (Y/N) pressed on.

“You would rather me have died?” she demanded, stepping into his space. “Would it have pleased you more for my body to bleed out on the pavement, ripped to shreds by an aggressive werewolf? Would you even care, or would you just find the next blood bag and move on with your life?”

“Maybe so,” he shot back, “Then I wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable mouth.”

That stung— but if there was one thing (Y/N) knew how to do, it was to strike back twice as hard as she had been struck.

“Fine then,” she said, turning on her heel. “I won’t bother you any longer. I’ll go out and find someone who actually wants my company, someone who’ll fuck me good and proper over the counter at some hole-in-the-wall bar over on Easy Street, someone younger, with a nicer cock and less fucking baggage— ”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence, or even walk a single step further— Eren grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him, his fist painfully tight against her scalp.

“Wanna say that again, to my face?” he asked, tilting her head back.

“I’ll go find someone else to fuck me,” she spat, struggling in vain against him. “I’ll spread my legs for the next available schmuck in the closest bar I can find, so you can hear me scream his name and not yours.”

It was a low blow, to threaten a vampire’s claim on something they had previously assumed had belonged to them, but (Y/N) didn’t care. She had almost died today, and she’d be damned if she was going to take shit from anyone about what she had to do to survive. If Eren wanted a fight, she would damn sure give him one.

“Like hell you will,” he told her, pulling her head back so that she had to strain to remain standing. “You’re mine. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood— you are my Companion.”

"I belong to no one!"

Those words ripped from her throat and echoed throughout the empty house, and it was then that Eren stopped, looking at her with calculation in his gaze.

"You're right," he said, releasing her hair. "No mortal can serve two masters, lest they love one and despise the other; an archaic religious concept, but an accurate one nonetheless. You've made it abundantly clear where your loyalty lies. I was a fool for thinking otherwise."

(Y/N) began to tremble. "Eren, what are you saying?"

"I release you from our pact," he replied coldly, his eyes so dull and lifeless that it sent a chill down her spine. "No longer are you bound to be my wine-press— I free you from me."

"Eren—"

"Go," he commanded, and (Y/N) felt terribly, horribly empty.

Once, he would have told her to come freely, go safely, and leave something of the happiness she brought him; now, he gave her a cold dismissal, and it frightened her more than she was willing to admit. Still, she went, feeling hollow and used, and she didn't bother to shut the door behind her as she turned to walk home, weary from the day and sick from fighting.

***

Armin had lived for a very long time, but even so, he had yet to meet anyone so foul of temper as Eren when the Hunger was on him.

"Eren, you have to feed."

The vampire, as ill in health as in temper, glared weakly at him. "I'm not hungry."

"But you are Hungry, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. Look, if this is about that girl—"

"I told you not to speak of her!"

Ah, so it was about her. By the looks of him, it had been two weeks since Eren had fed; Armin would bet that he hadn't seen her in the same amount of time.

"If I need to, I'll drag her here to make up with you myself," said Armin testily, "I refuse to watch my best friend starve himself because he refuses to feed on anyone else."

"You will not touch her."

Armin rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything further. He just patted Eren's arm in farewell and set about finding the little lady who was the root cause of his current consternation.

It took longer than Armin had anticipated to find the young woman who had, for all intents and purposes, completely unraveled Eren's composure; her scent, while thick and memorable in Eren's apartment, was hard to track otherwise. Armin spent two hours just wandering the city while trying to catch a breath of it here or there, and when he finally did manage to catch a whiff of her scent and follow it to her, he understood exactly why it had been so hard to track her down.

The girl was a Hunter, of all things.

When Armin found her, she was knee-deep in sewage, her knife embedded to the hilt in the skull of what appeared to be some species of winged reptile. Armin, having been a tad desperate and not actually having been expecting to find anything when he lifted the lid to the man-hole on 32nd and Main, was surprised to say the least— and when (Y/N) ripped her knife free and readjusted her stance into a defensive one directed at him, his surprise turned to intrigue.

“Er, hello there,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t suppose you’ll take my word for it that I just want to chat, will you?”

Curiously, the words gave the woman pause. She relaxed her stance ever-so-slightly, and then her eyes lit up with recognition.

“Armin Arlert?” she queried, craning her neck up to see him. “Is that you?”

This one grows curiouser and curiouser, he thought, but responded affirmatively.

“Can you give me a bit, then?” she asked, kicking the corpse of the Creature she’d just killed. “I’m not exactly fit for company. Perhaps we could meet later for a discussion over tea?”

“I’m afraid it’s urgent,” he said as she knelt to decapitate her prey— likely for proof of victory. “I think you know why I’m here, so you understand that time is of the essence.”

She didn’t look up at him as she replied.

“If this is about Eren, then I don’t have time to talk.”

Her tone was hard, bitter, and matter-of-fact, and it reminded Armin so much of Jean that it hurt… but just like Jean, Armin would bet that she could be won over by appealing to her inherent sense of human decency

“He’s suffering (Y/N),” he said, awkwardly crouching above the manhole so that she could better see the truth written in his eyes. “He won’t feed.”

“That’s hardly my problem.”

And oh, how well Armin knew that state of mind. If there was one thing Eren Jaeger knew how to do, it was push away the people who loved him most. Armin had dealt with that particularly lovely quirk of his for centuries, and it never got easier to deal with no matter how much time passed. If anything, it got more difficult the older they both got.

“When you’re the solution to a problem, you become a part of it whether you like it or not,” Armin replied, patient and understanding. “He cares for you.”

(Y/N) looked up at him then, fury in her eyes.

“He hurt me.”

Armin shrugged. “He hurts everyone he cares about. It’s just who he is. Nothing comes for free— least of all the love and loyalty of someone as old and as powerful as Eren.”

“Your heart may be toughened to his meanness,” she told him, the head of the creature she’d slain in her hands, “But mine is not, and I don’t like him well enough to willfully remain for him to use as an emotional punching bag.”

At that, Armin couldn’t help but let loose a wry grin.

“No,” he said, “I should think not; but I do think you love him well enough to make sure he doesn’t starve himself to death because he can’t have you.”

(Y/N) was silent for a long moment, then she crossed her arms.

“I won’t come crawling to him. He’s going to have to come to me.”

Armin grimaced. He wasn’t looking forward to that conversation.

“Is that at all negotiable?”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

Well, there was nothing for it.

“And you will let him feed if he comes to you?”

(Y/N) thought, then nodded. “If he proves himself deserving.”

Armin couldn't help himself; he laughed. Eren might have met his match in this one.

"Very well. I'll work my magic, and you work yours."

She nodded and bade him farewell, but before Armin left, he paused.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

With that, he left her, ready to take Eren by the ear and throw him at her if he had to.

***

(Y/N)'s heart was racing as she opened the door, knowing good and well who would be behind it.

After her little talk with Armin— and the near heart attack he had given her in the process— she had called in to Zeke and told him she needed to go home to deal with an emergency. A replacement for her patrols had been sent, and she had come home to wash the grim from her skin, making herself as presentable as possible with the time she had. (Y/N) was worried, so worried, that the filth she had been wading in earlier would have left a lingering stench, or even that it had affected the taste of her; she had scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin was raw, hoping to erase every last remnant of her day from her skin…but as it turned out, she needn't have bothered.

Two, three, four hours later, and Eren hadn't shown— it was only now, right at the six hour mark, that he had decided to come to her.

Needless to say, (Y/N) was… less than pleased, but when she opened the door to find Eren pale and drawn, with dark circles beneath his eyes, her heart softened ever-so-slightly. It seemed that Armin was right; he had been suffering.

"You look like shit," she told him quietly, opening her door widely to let him in.

"I assure you, I feel worse," Eren grumbled, but stepped in as she closed the door behind him.

For a long, awkward moment, they just looked at each other, silent and unsure. It was unsettling how unlike himself Eren seemed; he was almost soft when he looked at her, and (Y/N) didn't know how to feel about it. Eventually, though, like two opposite ends of a magnet, they were drawn together, and Eren brushed a piece of hair back from her face.

"Hi," he said, his voice low and rough. (Y/N) caught his hand in hers before it could fall from her hair, and she pressed it against her chest, keeping it trapped there, touching the skin above her beating heart.

"Hey."

They watched each other a moment more before the dam broke between them, and they both spoke at once.

"I'm sorry."

A shared grin, a shy laugh— and then (Y/N) said what they both were thinking.

"You need to feed first, and talk later," she told him, her hand still clasped in his. "You're not off the hook, but I doubt we can have any real conversation with you like this."

Eren nodded gratefully, tugging at her wrist— his usual biting spot— but (Y/N) shook her head, indicating her neck. The thickest, richest blood, she knew, would come from there; and if there was ever a time to be generous with the placement of Eren's bite, she figured that it would be now.

The worst of it was over quickly. There was a brief sting at the intrusion of razor-sharp fangs, and then the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of having something poking down into places that decidedly should not be poked at all, but then (Y/N) quickly eased into the rhythm of the act, focusing wholly on the way Eren's lips felt against her skin. In a few moments, she would become pleasantly light-headed, and then Eren would pull away and look at her like she'd hung the stars. Oh, how she'd missed that look! (Y/N) found herself longing for it even before she quite realized it.

And then, without warning, a vision came, and (Y/N) was swept into another world entirely.

The evening sky rolled endlessly out towards the horizon; it seemed to go on forever, sparkling with more stars than (Y/N) had ever seen before. The full moon was so bright that it cast the whole world in what seemed like silver sunlight, and (Y/N) wondered how anyone could sleep on a night such as this. It was far too beautiful an experience to miss.

Alongside her— alongside Eren, through whose eyes she saw the world— strode Armin and two older-looking cadets who she recognized from previous memories as Reiner and Berthold. Eren was feeling anxious over something, and Reiner and Berthold were… well, they were kind. Reiner especially seemed to be like an older brother, and Eren admired him.

"You'll do just fine tomorrow," said Reiner, placing a large, warm hand on Eren's shoulder. "I'm certain of it."

The memory ended, and (Y/N) came back to herself as Eren's tongue laved over the wounds his fangs had left in her neck, sealing them.

"See anything?" he asked, his breath warm against her skin, and (Y/N) nodded.

"You loved them, too," she said softly, remembering the fondness Eren had felt as though it had been her own. "You loved the Hunters that tried to take everything from you, and— and I think they loved you, too."

Eren pulled away from her, and it was then that she saw the tears shining in his eyes.

"Yes," he replied, his voice broken. "We were children. How could we not love each other as God intended? Hate was never in our nature; it was an inheritance that we couldn't escape."

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he told her, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I lost my temper. I forget— I forget that you're not them."

And (Y/N) understood. She understood that no matter how many centuries passed, there would be wounds that just wouldn't heal for Eren. He would lash out at things that wouldn't make sense to anyone who hadn't experienced the horrors of war as he had. Suddenly, she felt petty for having lashed out as she had, and guilt threatened to rise up and choke her.

"You're forgiven," she replied, leaning into his touch. "It takes two to tango— I shouldn't have baited you like I did. I knew how badly that would hurt you, and that's exactly why I said it."

At that, Eren cracked a grin.

"I expect nothing less from a Kirschtein. Your grandfather would have punched me square in the jaw— and as big as that bastard got when we were older, he probably would have put me on my ass."

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh, and Eren joined her, their combined joy swelling until there was nothing else in the world but their happiness.

How they started kissing, neither one of them would be able to say afterwards, but in the grand scheme of things, it hardly mattered. Their love was too large to contain, too much to hold back— and it was love, (Y/N) realized, though she hadn't quite put words to it yet. She loved Eren Jaeger, a Creature, a monster, as much as her grandfather before her had and more. She loved him with a desperation that felt like being knocked over by an ocean wave and plunged into depths where her feet no longer touched the sand. She loved him more than she had ever loved anyone before.

And, as he placed her gently on her bed that was barely big enough for two, divesting himself of his shirt above her, (Y/N) thought that maybe she didn't mind it so much as long as he loved her in return.

"I missed you," said Eren, dropping kisses by her ear as he unhooked her bra. "I missed this."

"Me too," she gasped as his mouth wandered to her nipple, her hands fisting in his hair. "Oh, God, I missed you too."

The time for words was soon gone, however; Eren's sinful, sinful mouth traveled lower and lower until he was kissing at the insides of her thighs, parting them to access what lay between, and (Y/N) threw her head back as he spread her open with his hands and sucked brazenly at her clit.

How long he spent there, worshipping her sex, (Y/N) had no idea; all she knew was that she came once from his mouth on her and a second time from his fingers inside her, and when he finally, mercifully withdrew, she was broken down to the simplest parts of herself; there was nothing left but an affection so deep that it threatened to overtake her if she didn't let it out, and she did the only thing she knew to do to release the overwhelming pressure that was building in her chest as Eren pushed his big, veiny cock into her.

She told him what she should have said a long time ago.

"Oh, Eren," she gasped as his cockhead shoved deep inside her. "I love you."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Eren went unnaturally still. He looked at her with pupils blown wide inside emerald eyes, and his fangs slightly distended; in any other situation, (Y/N) might have laughed at how surprised he seemed, but it seemed as though she were frozen in time, unable to do anything but stare earnestly up at them, hoping he understood how much she cared for him.

"You… what?"

"I love you," she repeated, her body moving without her permission to roll her hips up into him, moving his cock even further inside her. "Please, Eren, I need—"

He cut her off with a forceful, bruising kiss, and his hips started making slow, deep thrusts inside her, her legs hiked up over his shoulders.

"Again," he said against her lips."Say it again."

"I love you."

Another thrust or two, a hand circling her wounded throat.

"Again."

"I love you, Eren."

"Again."

This time, it was only a whisper.

"I love you," she said, and Eren began fucking her in earnest.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he told her as he thrust hard and deep inside her. "You're every man's dream, a nirvana the damned such as myself were never meant to reach. (Y/N), you are everything, and I—"

He seemed to choke on the words, and (Y/N) kissed him as he tried to regain his composure.

"I don't deserve you," he said, shaking with the force of their passion. "I don't deserve your love."

It's not about deserving, she wanted to say, It never was, but then she was coming again, her climax contracting her walls around her lover, and it was all she could do to remain conscious as Eren fucked her relentlessly through it all, chasing his own high.

It was only later, after a shower and something to eat that they finally spoke again. They were back in bed, and Eren's arm was wrapped around her, as though he were afraid to let her go for even a moment; truthfully, (Y/N) thought he was asleep, but then his breath tickled her ear as he said,

"I love you, angel."

And that, (Y/N) thought, had been worth it all, in the end.

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Thanks for the kind comment on my art of Suli, Kalibak, and my OC!

I kinda want to do more character designs in the same vein in the future. I might do Orion, Barda and Scott next, although for Scott I'd have to figure out how New Genesis folks would look in that style, and right now I don't really have a lot of ideas. Maybe they're more glowy / less crusty looking / have shiny scales.

I like the more alien looking design Snyder cut went with for Steppenwolf and Desaad (there's also concept art of Darkseid with the same traits - the extra fingers and the legs and chin spikes, you can find it on artstation) but I definitely miss the more colorful original Kirby designs.

Also like, I hope someone at some point discovers Suli and does something with her as a character, I just think she's really neat and deserves more development beyond "dead gf for sad backstory". Like, would Darkseid still become what he did if she stayed alive? Would she leave him if it were the case? How'd Kalibak fare in such a scenario?

Hello! I'm sorry I didn't reply asap bc this gave me a lot of Thoughts & Ideas racing in my head all day. I haven't read all of the new gods comics, basically take all of this with a grain of salt.

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Yes yes yes please do designs for Scott, Barda and Orion. Visually, it would be good to have Scott and Orion looking out of place since neither of them are on their home planet.

Personally I hc New Genesis gods as being vain and all about appearances. They'd likely have a glow/shimmer to them, pleasing to the senses etc. I say this based on how Orion acts about his "true face", which could easily be seen as a dead give away of where he came from/his heritage.

It would be so interesting if Suli were still alive, there's so many possibilities! Like Darkseid obviously loved her and his mom Heggra didn't like that bc she felt like Suli made him soft. I can still see her forcing Darkseid to have a kid with Tiggra, who Darkseid never loved and vice versa. I can even see her disowning Kalibak altogether and rejecting him as Darkseid's heir bc of Suli.

NOW, imagine if Queen Heggra still tried to poison Suli and she lived? Imagine Suli turning the tables on Heggra and having her killed instead, leading Darkseid to rule and her son to take his rightful place as Darkseid's heir. I want Suli to still be kind, but also sharp and capable of defending herself. She's a scientist and sorceress, I refuse to believe she would have died by poison.

Does no harm and takes no shit, shouldn't be underestimated bc of her "soft" nature etc. Suli can be frighteningly cold and calculative towards those who wrong her and those she love. Hmm…. I imagine Suli and Tiggra would know of each other bc of Heggra. They wouldn't be friends, buuuuuuuuuuuuuut i can see Suli ensuring Tiggra is healthy since she's carrying Darkseid's son (moreso bc Suli loves Darkseid than anything)

Once Darkseid takes over, Suli would likely prefer staying out of the spotlight. I like to believe that she (like other scientists/ sorcerers and sorceresses) is highly respected for her work in Apokolips. While she isn't a ferocious warrior like Tiggra, Suli uses her mind for the improvement of Apokolips. Brains over Brawn.

The Pact could still happen, Darkseid using Orion instead of Kalibak. Suli would probably hear of this after the fact and try to comfort Tiggra, who would likely drive her away in anger. I imagine Kalibak and Darkseid's relationship would be better if Suli were alive. I mean, I also headcanon that Kalibak had gotten his kindness (however little and fleeting) from Suli. The first thing that came to mind was how Kalibak let that little girl live, something that would clearly be frowned upon.

Suli.... might leave Darkseid in the end or as he delves deeper and deeper in his pursuit for the Anti-Life equation. But I could also see her standing at his side to the end. Either way, I wouldn't want Suli to die.

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mitsuya takashi x yandere reader

You remember that day like it was yesterday like you got tattooed on your head like your whole life started at that exact moment because you felt like yes how could you forget the moment you met him

It was a hot day and you had just moved in and decided to take a walk around to see the place.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't even realize you bumped into someone and ended up falling

-Sorry you said the star without even bothering to look at her

-I'm not the one who apologizes, he said offering his hand to get up

it was like the world stopped at that very moment his silver hair his lilac eyes and he looked so soft and you swore you've never seen anyone so beautiful in your life

You accepted his hand and I can't even say anything, just look at him

-you and you just moved: he said with a soft smile and you could have sworn he was going to pass out there

-Yes

-How old are you

-11

- cool, we're the same age, so let's be friends

-OK

-I'm sorry, I didn't even introduce myself, just mitsuya takashi he said coaxing you never embarrassed and you joked that I felt the oxygen being taken from you

-I'm sn and a mitsuya praser

Now, as you see him talking to a girl from the club, you can't get rid of the bitter taste that has left his mouth, you know it's your duty as the club leader to help everyone else because he was so close to that girl.

it couldn't be like it used to be where it was just you and sometimes your sisters who are the only ones whose attention you don't mind sharing his attention, of course nowadays he has a mental vision most of the time and only you and his sisters more the more they like you the more mitsuya also even his mother who is almost never home on the rare times she calls you daughter you don't care if he doesn't love you like you love him more even as a friend you you have to unite the girl outside the family who can be with him you are patient no matter how long he one day will be yours you will ensure that

You were yanked out of your thoughts when the bell rang to let you know that classes were over

You took your things and ran to the bathroom every day without fail she after class she came to the bathroom at school here there are no cameras here which makes your work easier and you know he has problems with depression he always comes and cuts himself after the 30 minutes go away it didn't take long you saw the door open and she came in and the one on the side where you were you go out and lock the bathroom door and knock on the door where it was

-you're busy: you heard her talk in a vain voice, she sounded like she was crying, you almost felt sorry for her, but you remembered why you're doing this

You hit it again this time it opens

-Hi, just what you want: she said, passing by you and going straight to wash your hands where you saw blood coming out

-a I heard someone crying and I was worried

-Don't worry, I'm fine I just hurt my hand on the sewing machine

-but this cut is a little big to be from a machine: she finally looks at you but her look seemed to be different from before she now pacere angry

-What do you really want

-I already said that I heard a person cry and I went in

-Lie as soon as classes are over you always go after mitsuya don't tell him he finally realized you're a boring bitch and dumped you hey I won't waste my time with you

You didn't let her finish talking when you slit her throat with a stiletto deep enough to just see her crying trying to scream and trying desperately to put her hands over her throat to stop the bleeding

You kicked her belly and saw her fall to the ground

-Hey bitch my mitisuya and I hear you well

You cry on the floor and try to get up in a frustrated attempt you took the paper in your backpack a letter you wrote and printed yesterday in the library one of her saying she killed herself because she couldn't live anymore you looked at the dead girl on the floor and passed by her you don't even care after all it's not the first you've killed by mitsuya

And it won't even be the last

As soon as you left school you saw mitsuya waiting for you

-yy, you took your time

- Mitsuya I'm sorry I forgot something and had to go get it I think you said you were going out with pah chi and peh yan today after school

-o yes but they unchecked then let's go

-Of course you say smiling no matter what or who gets in your way he and his and no one will mess with it

-in sn

-I'm sorry you said

if you want to go home later lena and sister want to see it

-clear

The next day was less busy than you expected the director talked about her death few cried others didn't even call she didn't have many friends she was rude and hardly talked to anyone some thought she thought she was more than others

The rest of the day was normal you spent watching the motsuya he looked pretty downcast more than you expected they almost didn't know each other they didn't have classes together and she joined the club not even 2 weeks ago

Going home was strange the mitsuya I leave quickly without even waiting for you

You went home and took a shower, you baked a cake to take to him and tell them that today you should be at yuzuha and hakai's house

You went to his house, which is on the side of your betheus, but he didn't open it, so you came in with the tea he gave you

-Mitsuya you are there: the house is dark you left the cake on the table and went to his room you heard fungus coming from there he seemed to be crying you knocked on his door

-Mitsuya can I come in?

-may: you went in and turned the light on he was there in bed sitting looking at the wall you just went to him and hug him

-mitsuya, whatever, whatever, I'm here, can you tell me?

- what's wrong with me because people who stay close to me always die

-what are you talking about?

-the girl from the cafeteria 2 months ago who disappeared the girl from the library that I fall from the 3rd floor the little girl from the flower shop who ended up in the hospital with her arms and legs broken the girl who always walks her dog in the morning and talks to my friend and ended up drowning in the lake last week and now it just feels like i have some kind of karma following me all the girls who hang around me die or get hurt

You didn't let him finish talking and put your hands on his face wiping his tears

-Esculta mitsuya there's nothing wrong with you and i'm not going anywhere i'll stay by your side forever no matter what happens ok

-you promise, no

-yes I promise now let's go I made the cake it will get cold

-thank you yn thanks for taking care of me

-don't worry about it just stay by my side forever

-Okay, I'm not going anywhere either

Of course you won't guarantee it after all he and yours he still might not love you the same way one more day will you guarantee it he's always been yours since the day you saw him for the first time and nothing or anyone will change that or if get in the way and you will guarantee it

[misstrashchan]

Pyre/Greedling Meta:

I remember in the earlier volumes that a fair amount of people in the FNDM would compare Cinder to Lust from Fullmetal Alchemist, due to her femme fatale persona and voice seeming like an impression of Laura Bailey's Lust.

But as we learn more about Cinder and meet Salem in vol4, it's very clear that the version of herself she likes to present herself as is meant to come across as an impression, an imitation. Because she's trying to imitate Salem, the person who defines what power is to her.

And as that facade crumbles and we slowly start to see how deep Cinder's desires really run, it's far more clear to me that her character and story have much more in common with Greed, not Lust.

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Greed is the only homunculi who is willing to follow his deepest desires to the fullest, regardless of where that placed him. He was certainly willing to do evil, but wouldn't if that evil didn't personally benefit him. And, over time within the series, Greed comes to realise that his obsession with power, glory and seeking to become God, were nothing more than vain attempts to cover up his true emotional emptiness caused by a lack of connecting to others. And once he finds a cause and people to support who help and support him in turn, his character arc finishes with him, Greed, looking on all that he has, his friends, and is grateful. Content.

Which ties into the lesson of the Fall Maiden in the Tale of the Four Maidens in which Fall begs the Hermit to look around at all he has and be thankful. To be satisfied and content with oneself, which is a lesson Cinder has to learn in order to truly become a Fall Maiden.

Greed's desires are similar to Cinder's own ambition for power driven by her fear and insecurities, seeking to become a "godlike maiden badass" wanting to fill the emptiness and craving she feels, not yet realizing that this will not be what brings her true satisfaction to her, well, greed.

"Greed may not be good, but it's not so bad either. You humans think greed is just for money and power! But everyone wants something they don't have"

"You Atlas elites are all the same! You think hoarding power means you'll have it forever. But it just makes the rest of us hungrier! And I refuse to starve"."

I think it's very important to point out that Greed doesn't become good or redeem himself because he sees the error of his ways and wants to atone for the things he's done, rather he starts on the path to redemption by refusing to be a pawn to Father any longer, when realizing the power and glory he craves he wouldn't be able to obtain by staying and working underneath Father like the rest. His greed and dissatisfaction are what motivates him, though it is ultimately Ling who gives him the final push and convinces him to side with the protagonists.

And Cinder at the end of vol7 seems to be heading towards a crossroads of whether or not she'll stay with Salem, given how the Grimm arm that was "gifted" to her by Salem seems to be slowly consuming her body, she might have doubts about whether the kind of power Salem has promised her is really the kind of power she wants, and whether she's prepared to sacrifice herself to obtain it, or whether she could choose to strike out on her own. Again, some villains start on the path to redemption solely out of self interest.

It's also not just Greed's story I think Cinder's is remarkably similar to, but the stories of Ling and Pyrrha and the role they play in Greed and Cinder's stories, as their souls and stories are intrinsically intertwined.

The ouroboros tattoo and its meaning was the first thing that caught my attention, as it the ouroboros symbol represents eternal cyclical renewal. Of life, death and rebirth. And how that aligns with Pyrrha's incantation used to unlock Jaune's aura:

"For it is in passing we achieve immortality. Through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee"

Cinder also has a tattoo of her own symbol that appears after connecting to Amber's soul and taking half of her power, just like the ouroboros tattoo appearing after Greed and Ling's souls were intertwined and he had taken over his body. Cinder takes the other half of the maiden powers after Pyrrha had been bound to them as her and Amber's aura were intertwined, making it likely that Pyrrha is a part of Cinder in the same way Greed and Ling are.

Both Pyrrha and Ling are considered to be people in positions of power and prestige with great expectations placed on them that they intend to live up to. Ling as an Xingese prince, Pyrrha as a world renowned champion fighter and promising huntresses, the "invincible girl". Both agree to becoming a maiden/homuculus respectively, despite the inhumane means of doing so and risk to their body, soul and life, as they believe obtaining this power will help their people.

"We can't transfer Amber's power to you but we can give you what those powers are bound to."

"Her aura"

"Her life... would become intertwined with yours. The question is-"

"What's that gonna do to you?" - (RWBY Volume 3 Chapter 6)

Greed and Cinder's stories are body horror stories about what you'll sacrifice for power, and the power they are "gifted" by their masters, Father and Salem, is concentrated in their left arm.

Interestingly, Greed's power that transforms him into an inhuman monster is his "Ultimate Shield" that makes him invulnerable, which is the exact opposite of the "power" that Salem grants Cinder that slowly crawls up her left arm threatening to turn her into a monster makes her more vulnerable than most, because she doesn't have aura to protect those parts of her.

Both Greed and Cinder are the most defiant of their masters wishes, and often Father and Salem experience losses and failures because they underestimated Greed and Cinder's ambition. What should have been an easy win at Haven for Salem failed because Cinder was overly ambitious in her need to to win, to feel powerful, and Greed's betrayal of Father is simply because his own ambition is greater than his, thus he would never be content to work underneath him, to be less than him.

Both are charismatic individuals and good at convincing others to work with them. They like to surround themselves with others and both are the only ones under Father/Salem to have their own subordinates (Wrath doesn't count since it was always Father's intention to have him become Fuhrer). Despite them clearly needing human connection, their relationship with their loyal subordinates we are introduced to alongside them is... Not Super Great. They might care about them to a certain degree, but at the end of the day they ultimately view them as useful tools and possessions.

Both of them speak of an emptiness they feel inside of them:

"All of these souls inside of me, and yet I still feel so... empty"

"It's... an emptiness. It burns. Like a hunger."

It's ultimately Ling thst acts as Greed's consciousness, as when he doesn't show any remorse over killing Bido, the last of the old Greed's followers, on the orders of Father, Ling is the one who drags out all of his repressed emotion, being able to feel his pain and see his memories, he forces Greed to face them and how terribly he treated his "friends", and to reevaluate his priorities and self, pushing him away from Father.

"It's nothing personal. I'm just doing my job. I am sorry, honestly!"

"What have you done, Greed? Are you determined to prove you're a monster? What kind of sick creature... would kill his own friend!?"

"He wasn't my... friend..."

"Then why do you remember him? And are you gonna try and tell me Bido was just making everything up?"

"Those were the last Greed's memories! They're not mine!"

"THEN WHY ARE YOU IN SO MUCH PAIN!?

Pull yourself together, Greed. I'm warning you. I'll take this body back if you drop your guard"

"They aren't mine... Father purified me and purged the old Greed's memories. Those memories aren't a part of me any more!"

"No! You're wrong Greed! It's not that easy! They'll always be a part of you! You can't just erase them from your soul! They were the only part of you that you chose!"

"Look at them! Can you not hear their souls crying out? You abandoned them. Your real family! You threw them away like trash!"

"Fool. If you turned your back on something you wanted, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO CALL YOURSELF GREED!" (Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood episode 44, Greed and Ling)

If Pyrrha were to return, it's likely she would manifest and communicate more directly with Cinder than maiden predecessors usually do (though in all fairness we don't know the details of if maiden predecessors do or not), being more similar to Ozpin and Oscar's situation, rather than just being a part of her soul, because of how unnatural her interference with the fall maiden's power transfer was. The way Ozpin looks and speaks about it makes it clear he knows there is a very good chance he was recreating his own curse the GoL bestowed on him, and that this isn't like when he was the Hermit, giving his magic happily to the Maidens.

There's also the parallels between Ozma and Pyrrha's situations too, and how readily they accept their mission and fate, and in how they die, and I believe we still haven't seen the full payoff to those parallels with Pyrrha.

When Ozma reincarnates the first time, it's implied that he completely overtakes Ozma 2.0/ Oisín/Diggs (why do we have so many names for him), having not yet learned how to live with the souls with which he had been paired. It's not until much, much later when Oz is beginning to have doubts about whether he should stay with Salem , but still continues to go along with her plans that Oisín makes himself known, (and we know Ozma isn't used to him communicating with him with how suprised and shaken he is by this, which is strange considering he's been paired with him for a long while, unless Oisín hadn't made himself known before this) and is the one who finally pushes Ozma to leave Salem.

"What are we doing?"

With Cinder returning to Salem's side, full of doubt of whether she can go through with Salem's plan for her, to hurt and destroy herself for this power, and Emerald and Mecury (probably Neo too) likely betraying and cutting ties with Cinder too, which is going to leave her full of even more doubt, hurt, anger and additional feelings of betrayal and confusion. And more than anything, alone. Which would be the ideal time for Pyrrha to say to Cinder like with Ozma, "What are we doing?" To push her to reevaluate her priorities and self.

Imagine Pyrrha finally being able to manifest or communicate with Cinder, realizing she's bound to the woman who killed her. Knowing her emotions and memories in their entirety, feeling her pain and anger as if it were her own. And Ruby describing her as "Pyrrha thought that if there was even the smallest chance of helping someone that it was a chance worth taking" the Pyrrha who told Jaune "Everyone needs a little help sometimes" understanding what Cinder went through, and that if she couldn't save the world or make it better by attempting to kill Cinder, then, maybe as she is now, the one thing she can do to help save the world, to make it a better place, is by helping Cinder be better, helping her use her talents for good, like a true maiden should? (On a more fun note, imagining Pyrrha deciding to help Cinder but not missing any opportunity to be a playfully snarky little shit towards her. Because what is Cinder gonna do? Kill her again? Like tell me Pyrrha would not Do Both. And Cinder's not sure which she hates more: Pyrrha teasing her or feeling sorry for her)

Another interesting thing is how in The World of RWBY: The Official Companion states that Salem's goal is to possess all four relics, and to absorb the power of all the Maidens, which she means to at some point, absorb Cinder's power. It's likely part of why she favours Cinder and has such an intimate relationship with her (the Relic of Choice might have played a role in why Salem chose Cinder specifically) That transition of maiden powers from Cinder to Salem would be made much more seamless for Salem if she was grooming Cinder to be more like her, and was slowly becoming more Grimm, if she was treating Cinder like an extension of herself, because to Salem, she would be. Which is again, similar to Father and Greed, as Greed literally was an extension of Father created from him, and absorbed back into him when he became too disobedient and remade and reborn again.

The finale of Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood has Father absorbing Greed's philosopher's stone in an attempt to claim his power, but Greed ends up sacrificing himself by inverting his Ultimate Shield inside of Father, making his whole body incredibly fragile and vulnerable so Ed is able to defeat him. In the end, Greed ends up being the key to their victory against Father.

I want to make it clear that I don't personally think RWBY will end with Cinder dying or "defeating" Salem. At least, not in the traditional sense. I can draw as many comparisons as I like between Greed and Cinder but at the end of the day they're two different stories with different themes. And I don't believe that kind of ending would align with RWBY's. One of the themes of Cinder's story is to find a way to keep living no matter what. And as for Salem, the only way she can "die" is to learn the value of life and death, which would require a much more different approach.

But either way, I do believe Cinder will end up being their key to victory one way or another, similar to Greed.

[whumpyourenemy]

An assassin and his stowaway (Part 2) - The Confrontation Episode

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A wakes alone to the eerie silence of the forest. B is nowhere to be found, neither is his pack. All that is left is his jacket which had kept her warm - and a torn cloth which he had used to bandage her sprained ankle.

A part of A knows he has left her for good - of course it's right when she needs him more than ever.

She shoves his jacket into her rucksack and sets off before the sun can get any higher. Her ankle is stiff and painful as she limps on it slightly. She just managed to fit her boot over her foot, bandage and all. Now it protests against the slippery incline as she heaves herself up the side of the mountain.

For a while, she looks through the foliage as she hikes, trying to find a glimpse of him somewhere. Maybe alive. Maybe asleep with someone else. But her exhaustion replaces her vain sense of hope and soon she is searching for something else - water.

The sun is high in the sky when she hears the rush of water close by. At this point, A leans from tree to tree as she traverses the sloped landscape.

Just the sound of the water has her salivating. The sight of it almost makes her cry.

'Well done A,' she pants to herself .. just as she sees B.

He stands metres away with his back to her.

'B!' She calls out, limping towards him. He turns, eyes widening.

'Did you think you could get rid-'

'A!' B's yell surprises her - but not as much as the tight grip around her shoulders and the sting of a knife at her throat as she's pulled backward.

A whimpers, trying to stay still and rein in her panic.

Her attacker leans in close to her ear.

'Long time no see, A'

A gasps at the sound of her childhood friend's voice.

'C, let her go,' B warns, his voice low.

'C,' A pleads, calling her by her nickname.

'You know each other?' His chestnut eyes find A's.

'We're best friends' C says. 'But if she means something to you..'

'She means nothing to me. Let her go'

A doesn't know if it's a ploy to save her or B is simply saying the truth but her chest pains a little to hear it - she means nothing to me. But B's gaze hasn't left hers. She's caught between friend and foe but she cannot tell who is what. Maybe neither is anything, anymore.

C sighs behind her and removes her arms from around A. The two make eye contact as A staggers back, holding her throat. She doesn't have time to read into it before B lunges for C, blade shining.

'No!'

A flings herself forward, arms outward. She closes her eyes and waits for the pain - but it doesn't happen. She opens them to B's furious face and realises C's quick footsteps that fade away into the forest behind her.

'You fucking fool.' B snarls. 'I had her, right there, and you-'

He pinches the skin between his eyes.

'I-' A doesn't know what to say. Everything happened so fast and she cannot process it.

'You interfered! And everything is ruined. She was right where I wanted her and now any chance I had of killing her is gone!'

'You were going to kill her?' A says quietly, in shock. 'Why? What- Is that why you agreed to help me get back to my village?'

Her voice grows, finally understanding his motive. Her eyes are teary and furious. 'You weren't helping me, you were looking for her, to kill her! You're a murderer'

'She's one too!'

Tears run down A's cheeks. She wipes them away quickly.

'No' A shakes her head slowly.

'A lot can change in nine years, A. Nine years ago, the two of you were frolicking in your happy little village and now one is a killer and the other is a whore on the run.' B snaps.

A stares at B, unable to hide the hurt on her face. B stares back, anger radiating.

'Here', he grunts. The coins jingle in the bag he tosses to A.

'Find your own way home, fuck up someone else's life, I don't care. But never come near me again'

And he walks away into the forest.

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Going forwards' : new chapter for "New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Going forwards'

Chapter Summary : Bell woke up again at Park's desk after reliving an memory who was the source of her nickname that she despited

To read it on AO3, click here !

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I was breathing a lot....breathings filled with anger, rage and an envy to destroy everything around me. I was standing in a room where....there has been a slaughter....made by me.....this supposed day I saved Freya from the NIS. The place, it was looking like a mountain chalet in Norway and the only thing I could hear around me was just the silence of death that striked the place down....my death silence.

In the room I was, there were 3 dead people : the first one was just next to me, filled with at least 10 bullets holes from an assault rifle that I had in my hands, the second one....had his throat cut by an knife that was still in it, the man was holding his throat to contain the blood in vain. The third one was just shot in the head, a simple bullet between the eyes and he was next to the chimney, burning down. In this rooms, the only smell present was the blood...almost everywhere, even on my own hands.

However, there were still one agent still alive but badly wounded : two bullets in the legs and trying to crawl next to a desk. I saw him and I walked towards him, stopping him in his course and then, I grabbed him by the collar.

"You..." I started, breathing ".....have make the biggest mistakes of your life !" I exclaimed before I punched him in the head

"Miss, I swear." The man pleaded, scared as hell was getting to him

"Don't fuckin' sw, ear, you son of a bitch !" I yelled, punching him again. I could feel all the anger in my voice and I was holding with all my strengh "You dared to touch Freya and to badly hit her."

"I didn't hit her." He said to me but I didn't buy on his words and with my right feet, I started to crush his wounded left leg, causing him to scream in pain and some blood to come out of his mouth.

"Bullshit, I saw in you that you're lying." I told him, putting him closer to me.

"I'm telling the truth : it's my men who did this." He tried to convince me but he was just worsening his own case by indirectly giving me a bad revelation.

"You're the man in charge, so you're the one who hit her." I sniffed, catching my breath "Why ?"

"She didn't...." He cut himself, looking around him before I make him look at me and at my eyes in fury "She didn't want to talk."

"And you decided to hit her like that ?" I asked, in rage.

"We had no choices." He replied, breathing heavily "She was an traitor so she will been treated like that." By this, I started with my left hand to take a knife that was strapped to my outfit and once it was in my hand, I showed him the knife.

"Then...." I took a deep breath "I will give you no choices !" With my knife, I moved to strike him directly right into the left eye, getting the knife in it.

He screamed to death as I was spinning the knife inside of his head before I moved it to strike the other eye and repeating the same process making him fully blind before I stopped, removing the knife off his head. He was still screaming, hurting my ears before I decided to finish him, planting the knife between the two eyes, finally stopping the screaming and killing him for good. Once I was done, I removed myself from him to sit down against the desk.

I looked around the room, realizing the mess I have made and the brutality I showed to these guys....not a damn mercy kill....all killed by brutal ways. I put my eyes to my hands, revealing all the blood that was inside my hands....fully-blooded. I was catching back my breath before the door of the room opened : it was Perseus himself along with some soldiers who were stunned to see me and what happened to the room.

"Yirina !" Perseus exclaimed, not moving as I slowly put my head up to look at him. "You did make me proud of you."

"That's not what I wanted." I said, getting up, taking back my knife along the way.

"You showed the NIS that we're not a force to underestimate." He told me, looking at the ceilling. "By now, you will be....'The Winter Soldier'." He smiled at me but I wasn't sharing that smile. "A soldier that are not showing any signs of mercy, who is brutal and deadly."

"That's not what I am." I whispered loudly

"Look around you, don't tell me you enjoyed it." He approached me, trying to give me a 'friendly' tap on my shoulder.

"Where's Freya ?" I asked

"In the helicopter, awaiting for you but first...." He responded, getting behind me.

"No..." I cut him straight before I started to walk out of the room slowly? "I'm done here, I need to join her." I then left the room as others soldiers were checking the rooms, realizing the brutal scenes I have made until I got out of the chalet with an question in hand as I was rechecking my hands,

"What I have done ?"

I slowly opened my eyes back to the reality, my head still covered by my hood and still in my arms. I moved my head to look back around and there were no one around...just me alone, waking up from my sleeping. Inside my head, I was troubled to have seen those memories back : I could finally know who was that girl on the third picture I have recovered to Belikov's place. She was named Yirina Portnova and she was also in my team along with Zasha but....where is she now ?

The second memory were during my first time in the safehouse three years ago and it was weird to relive it like it was the first time. There's memories of that time that I can't even remember right. The third one was the most troubling to remember : seeing myself kill all of these peoples with extreme brutality....no, I can't be like that, I'm not like that. I was blinded by my rage, I did this because someone close to me was hurt....shit, I'm realizing that I'm brutal when my friends are hurt.....but I was never like that in a normal situation.

When I regained consciousness of the situation, I passed my hands through my hair and face before I stand up from my chair with my cup of coffee in hands to get another one. I was still troubled by the memory when I walked to the coffee machine and I tried to remove that scene from my head but it was impossible...still seeing myself planting my knife into that guy.....and seeing Perseus before he gave me that name that is still here....

"Think to something else, Yiri !" I said to myself as my cup was filled again with coffee.

I walked back to Park's desk, sitting back on my chair before drinking my coffee as my look was on the last cardbox we needed to work on. I decided, since no one was still awake to work on it on my own. Once I was finished with my coffee, I started to get the paper out of the box to work on them. By the odds, these papers allowed me to have more infos about the buyers but still, no means to identify them : R.D was someone making his moves in the United States, A.R was instead doing his own either in Iran or in Irak and H.S....well, he was moving around the world so much that each delivery he got was in an different place.

I was at the middle of finding more infos of the box when I started to hear some footsteps coming from the dorm. I stopped myself to look who it was before I realize that it was Park herself, making her ponytail behind her head with her hands.

"Hey..." She started in a low voice, having see me at her office.

"Hi." I waved to her, smiling

"You didn't came to sleep ?" She asked, finishing with her ponytail

"I was going to work on the last box before I fell asleep on the desk." I replied as she started to walk to the fridge to grab something to eat and then back to me once she had what she wanted. "Did get myself back to work when I woke up."

"You could have wait us, you know ?" She said before she surprised me by putting her hand behind my neck as she decide to land a little cold kiss on my left cheek. At first, it surprised me since we talked about not doing this in public but since it was only the two of us in here, I understand that.

"Been cheeky, are we, Park ?" I said, joking to her and she laughed silently

"With you, how I can't be ?" She added, making me blush and laugh before she started to look at the papers that was on the table "Something new ?"

"Well." I grabbed a paper where I wrote everything useful to us "Those buyers are operating from the US for R.D, from Iran and Irak for A.R and almost everywhere for H.S."

"So, Perseus is maybe planning something in the US, supplying both sides of the Iran-Irak war and for H.S, could be anything." She took the paper in hand, checking it closely before I was wondering something

"Wait, the Iran-Irak war is not done ?" I asked, confused. "It begins in 1980, right ?" She nodded,

"The conflict is still raging on but no big progress from both sides since 1982." She replied, taking a bit of the thing she has taken. "With Perseus, there could be something bad happening." I stopped myself when I heard 'bad', making me remember that scene.

"You remember the memory when I mentioned what happened with the NIS ?" She looked at me, curious "I have relived that day."

"And....how it was ?" She questioned me, worried by the look of my face

"I have done one man army slaughter on those guys, killing them with no mercy and the last guy.....it was so brutal." I breathed, thinking about it again. "I still see that vision with the blood on my hands." I looked at my glovesless hands and at my horror, I was seeing that blood back on me, making me panick.

"Stay calm, Yirina." Park intervened, pulling her hand on my shoulder before she put her hand around my head to make me look at her "Look at me." She said as I was still having my eyes on my hands. "Yirina !" She added, causing me to look at her.

"What I have done ?" I whispered, saying the same sentence before my memory ended "I can't be a monster."

"Take a breath." She ordered me, getting the back of her left hand on my face "Don't think about it, you're not like that."

"I...I don't know..." I said, not sure before she put her index finger in front of my lips

"Ssshhhh." She grinned a little "Don't think about it, you're a good person, you're a good woman." She repeated before she removed herself from me, getting back on her seat as some people go out of the dorm : it was Adler followed then by Sims, Woods & Mason "Stay positive !" She whispered to me

"I will try." Thanks to her, I was able to calm myself down in my seat as the other were starting to do their things at their workplaces as Park was awaiting for me to continue with me.

"Then, let's get to work, shall we ?" She said, enthusiast and smiling at me. I nodded before I started to get a file out of the box and on it, it was marked something.

"Nuit Blanche - West Berlin ?" I said, it was the thing marked in red on the file. I then opened it to see something resembling a records file. "I guess that we know exactly who is our Bonne Blue." I added, giving the file to Park. 'Bonnie Blue' was an nickname used by an Perseus agent named Bonnie Harless stationed in West Berlin and the worst about it.....

"Shit, she was an ex-MI6 agent." Park exclaimed before looking at me "Wait, I remember her."

"Really ?" I raised an eyebrow

"Well, in my first years in the MI6, I had a few missions with that Bonnie Harless until in 1978 where I learned that she resigned from us after an foiled operation." She replied, giving me well detailled infos about that woman. "Now, I understand why she has resigned."

"She's leading the arms trafficking operations of Perseus." I affirmed before Park gave me back the file in hands. "And 'Nuit Blanche' could be a place !"

With the file back in my hands,I turned my chair around to see the dashboard and without any hesitations, I got up from my chair to walk to the dashboard. Once I was near it, I looked around for an empty space on it and after a few seconds, I finally found the perfect place to put the file on : just next to a West-Berlin map.

"Making yourself useful ?" I could recognized Adler's voice towards me, still sounding annoyed for me.

"Shut up, I'm thinking." I exclaimed, looking at the map, trying to found where and if there were an place called 'Nuit Blanche'. I found nothing before I turned around to look at everyone.

"Does anyone know a place called 'Nuit Blanche' in West-Berlin ?" I asked loudly and calm, causing everyone to gather near Adler's desk, curious. "Anyone ?" I looked at each one of them, trying to find if someone has something.

"Wait." Sims was the one to call me out

"You have something ?" I said, looking at him

"There's a nightclub in West-Berlin called 'Nuit Blanche'." He replied before looking at me, wondering about why I asked that "Why ?"

"Me & Park found that 'Bonnie Blue' was someone called 'Bonnie Harless. She is leading Perseus arms trafficking operations around the world." I responded, giving part of the success to Park as she was helping me.

"Bonnie Harless was an MI6 agent before she resigned from us in 1978." Park intervened, getting next to me "As I know, she's an expert on this domain since she was mainly making operations about it."

"She could have seen the oppurtunity to make more money with Perseus." Woods exclaimed, crossing his arms above his chest.

"So, we're facing an old MI6 agent that became an arms dealer for Perseus and that operates in West Berlin ?" Mason asked, I nodded

"'Nuit Blanche' is one of the most hyped nightclub in the city but with those infos, he could serve as an perfect front for Perseus." Sims added, passing his hand through his forehead, removing his baseball cap along the way. "A perfect place hidden in West-Berlin, an big occasion for Perseus to lay low."

"Must say that this woman got some balls to do her business while she's in public." Woods said loudly, causing everyone to look at him weirdly "What ?" He looked at us, confused

"So what are we doing now ?" Adler asked to me

"Since we know now who is 'Bonnie Blue' and where is she operating exactly, we could try to infiltrate the place." I suggested, wondering if they were going to approve

"Good idea, we're making like a heist or something ?" Mason raised an eyebrow

"No, it's too risky." Park replied, looking at him "If we want to infiltrate this place, we will have to go without our military gear and nothing too suspicious."

"Like normal civilians that came to dance ?" Sims asked as I was trying to think, putting my left hand on my chin

"Or some buyers ?" Mason added and it was a good idea from him to think about it. I snapped my left hand fingers at hearing this from him.

"Exactly, we can say that we are some buyers wanting to make business with her." I exclaimed and somehow, Adler approved of the idea,

"That could work but there's a problem." He said, dabbing his right hand on his desk, still sit on it.

"Which is...." I started, not wanting to finish my own sentence

"With that, we can't all enter like that : I think we need only 2 persons to enter as the others are outside, making the communications and doing the exfiltration." He affirmed and he was right...for once....with Mason's idea, we needed 2 volunteers to go in.

"I'm going in." I told everyone, raising my hand like that without any hesitation.

"I would have liked to but I can't take a risk." Park said with an sad voice, letting me wonder why she can't come in with me. "Since she was from the MI6 and that I have make some missions with her, she can recognize me." Shit....something I didn't plan but I think she can be near in case of troubles and then.....

"I'm going inside." I hear Adler's voice and when I looked at him, he was raising his hand too....maybe to mock me as his hand was acting stupid.

"You're serious ?" I exclaimed, shocked to see him propose himself

"Yes, why I can't be serious ?" He got up from his desk, raising an eyebrow, with an stupid look.

"I don't know, maybe you don't believe in me at all." I replied to him, with the most serious voice I could use

"You're right, I don't believe you at all and I would like to see you getting useful again." He scoffed and I stayed calm at him, not wanting to punch him....stay calm, Yiri....The others weren't willing to debate about who will have to enter the nightclub as me & Adler proposed themselves.

"If you're going...." Park started, facing Adler himself "Don't do anything stupid that could harm Yirina and putting all of us in danger." She then poked him "Because if you do, I'm killing you myself."

"Whatever !" He exclaimed before he turned around to look at Sims, Woods and Mason "You three, you try to found more intels about that place." He looked to Park "You, find more about that Bonnie Harless." Then, to me "And you.....get yourself useful for the moment and help Park."

"I have a name, it's not fucking complicated !" I rolled my eyes, annoyed that he can't tell my name

"Which one you're preferring ? The one I prefer the most or the one I hate the most ?" He asked before Park looked at him with deadly eyes "Pff...get to work in no time." He exclaimed before he sat back to his chair as the others were walking away to work.

I was returning with Park to her desk to work further on the last box since we weren't finished with it at all. I looked at her, still thinking that I'm going to be teamed with Russell Adler, the man who got me shot and left for dead and we will have to act like nothing happened. I took a deep breath before I spoke,

"Bloody hell !"

[paradox-n-bedrock]

Little Star - San Fermin

Little genius, little star / You're everything they say you are / Is it lovely in the dark? / Or do you dim as you go on? / You, autumns in the school yard / Alpha of the ex / Some girls that wanna be like you / And everything you do

Armor - Sara Bareilles

Only the little boys tell you they're a big man / To all my sisters and all our friends / We have to thank them, please / Strength means blessed with an enemy / All my, my, my, my armor comes from you

You Mean The World To Me - Freya Ridings

I said things I can't take back / And I don't know how to live with that / There's a darkness that I've known / And it's shaken me to stone / It kills me you might not know / After all

Atomic Number - Neko Case

I'm not the freckled mare / I'm not the fair-haired girl / I'm not a pail of milk for you to spoil / Why are the wholesome things / The ones we make obscene?

Devoted - Rituals of Mine

Clap along and I'll be your devoted body / The only / Clap along and I'll be your devoted girl / The only / For you / The only / For you / But what did I expect? / From you?

Kiss the Whip - Athamay

No more fear (wipe the tear) / Begging you for the lash of the whip / Pick the scab until it bleeds / Red raw (pick at sores) / Girls or boys (sex toys)

Hurt - Nine Inch Nails

I will let you down / I will make you hurt / I wear this crown of filth / Upon my liar's chair / Full of broken thoughts / I cannot repair

Silent All These Years - Tori Amos

But I don't care 'cause sometimes, I said sometimes I hear my voice / And it's been here silent all these / Years go by, will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand / Years go by, if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head

Blinding - Florence + The Machine

No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber / Until I realize that it was you who held me under / Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids / Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

Après Moi - Regina Spektor

I (uh) must go on standing / You can't break that which isn't yours / I (uh) must go on standing / I'm not my own, it's not my choice

The Trick is to Keep Breathing - Garbage

She's not the kind of girl / Who likes to tell the world / About the way she feels about herself / She takes a little time / In making up her mind / She doesn't want to fight against the tide

Simmer - Hayley Williams

Rage is a quiet thing / You think that you've tamed it / But it's just lying in wait / Oh / Rage / Is it in our veins? / Feel it in my face when I least expect it

Hit Me With Your Best Shot - ADONA

You come on with it, come on, you don't fight fair / But that's okay, see if I care / Knock me down, it's all in vain / I'll get right back on my feet again / Hit me with your best shot

Waking up Slow (Piano Version) - Gabrielle Aplin

We're waking up slow / I can rearrange / Could you do the same? / I don't wanna change / But you're just too good to miss / Cause I'm intertwined / And I'm running blind

Unstoppable - Sia

Unstoppable today, I'm unstoppable today / Break down, only alone I will cry out now / You'll never see what's hiding out

{Listen}

A mix for the high priestess, directrix, midwife, matriarch: Our Lady of Enduring Pride, Zelda Spellman.

[ma-gic-gay]

Turns out that sometimes, she can keep her mouth shut.

She hadn't told anyone what she knew about their relationship, him moving out and into an apartment she didn't recognize. It'd been over a week and still, she didn't snap and start screaming about how Sam should've thought it over in a better way, done this in a better way. She shouldn't have broken his heart like that.

Granted, the fact that Carly had managed to stay pretty clear of Sam didn't hurt.

She couldn't avoid her forever though, and that was proven when Sam walked into the Metro Court, asking to speak with her.

"What's up, Sam?" Carly asks, not in the mood for the conversation but knowing what's to come. She avoided her for a week, and so she'd had more time to think about what she would say.

"Did Jason not tell you?" Sam asks confused.

"About how you kicked him out? No, he told me," Carly tells her. "I understand not being able to deal with the mob lifestyle better than anyone, trust me, but you've known how he is for years. He never pretended to be anything else. For months before his crash, you two were sneaking around and now you've realized you can't deal with it?"

"Danny could've been killed in that explosion. Being with Jason, it made our lives more dangerous than they should be. So even though I love him, so much, I had to break it off for the kids. Danny and Scout don't need to grow up with guards around them constantly, wondering if he's gonna come home alive," Sam defends her decision, not entirely surprised at Carly's reaction. After all, Jason was her best friend. But Carly had also left Sonny before because she needed something safer.

"I know that fear, believe me, but he was gone for so long, Sam. Drew, I know you liked being with him because it was safe, but Jason's not like that. He's always been exactly the same way as he is now. The one thing that's changed in the years I've known him is that he became a husband, and had kids. If you couldn't deal with his lifestyle, you shouldn't have acted like you could for so long because now he's heartbroken and having to watch that is killing me," Carly snaps. "You had every chance to not be with him, but yet you pretended you didn't know what this life entails and got back together with him."

"Because I love him!" Sam exclaims. "I'm in love with him, and I tried to ignore it for months that he was like that but now you're acting like I'm a liar who strung him along!"

Carly chuckles to herself, surprised even though she knows she shouldn't be. "If you didn't string him along, Sam, he wouldn't be feeling like this. You know he's afraid now that you're gonna keep Danny and Scout away from him? No, because you're not the one who's been watching him heartbroken! I know what love can make you do but you told me you evaluated whether or not getting together with him was good and you realized it was good for you and the kids."

"I reevaluated it, Carly, and it wasn't the best thing anymore."

"You and him waited years to be together! Your parole for months was the thing keeping you two apart but now apparently you're not fine with the way he lives his life? There was so much time for you to realize it, so much. I know what it feels like, having your kids and wondering if they're okay but honestly? He'd give his life in a second for them or you. The danger doesn't go away just because you're not with him," Carly says, ending the conversation.

"So you won't even hear me out on this?" Sam asks, hurt. "You told me that you felt like there wasn't a way to deal with the mob before so many times so you left Sonny and now that Jason's hurt, you suddenly won't listen to anyone but him about it?"

"Don't make me take a side here, Sam, because you know I'll pick his," Carly warns. "He loves you so much, he stood there and took it while you word vomited and kicked him out of the house."

"Why isn't he telling me this? Why isn't he fighting for me?"

"He's got me to fight when he's heartbroken," Carly says simply.

"If he wanted to, he would fight for me. No matter what it meant for everything else in his life. Of all people, you know that," Sam reminds her.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" The blonde asks defensively.

"In all the time you've known him, has he ever fought for you, or your kids? Because I know he has, before, for me, a few times, but if you threatened tomorrow that you were leaving Port Charles with your kids and never coming back, he'd fight you on it tooth and nail?"

"Of course he would! Sam, he's not fighting for you because you practically told him you don't want him anymore. So whatever he'd do for me is different," Carly explains.

"I kicked him out and he told me he wasn't going to fight me, Carly. He point blank told me he wasn't going to fight for me or the kids. I wanted, so badly, for him to fight for me, to come up with a miracle solution I know doesn't exist but he didn't, of course, and so he didn't fight for our relationship! Believe it or not, he is not the only victim here," Sam snaps at her.

"He didn't fight because you made him feel like all of you would be better off without him there! You love the money and the great, gorgeous guy on your arm, Sam, and you love him being with the kids but you don't like anything that goes along with it," Carly fights back. "Don't you dare act like you didn't cause your own heartbreak and his too. The only difference is that you're only a victim of your own actions, while he's a victim of you breaking his heart and I have to watch him ponder his life decisions."

"What did you just call me?" Jason asks, having apparently shown up while she was causing a minor scene in public.

"A great, gorgeous guy and a victim of her breaking your heart," Carly states. "Don't read into it."

"I'm not," he assures her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Jason, hey," Sam greets him awkwardly. "How, uh, how are you holding up?"

"Well, considering everything that's been going on, I've been doing pretty okay for myself," he smiles sadly at her. "Moved back into my apartment a few days ago, and I've been really focused on work. I get Danny next week, right?"

"About that-" Sam starts but a furious blonde cuts her off.

"You're going to keep his children from him? God, why don't you cut his heart out of his chest and serve it for dinner at this rate? They deserve to have their father in their lives!" Carly exclaims angrily. "He is a great father and they should grow up with him in their lives."

"Calm down, Carly," Jason calmly states.

"Calm down? She's trying to ruin your entire life, Jason! She's broken your heart and now she's trying to keep Danny and Scout away from you! You might be okay with just sitting back and letting her do that to you but I am not because you deserve better than that," Carly says, rage fizzing out of her.

"So first I'm a stupid heartbreaker, then I'm a vain bitch who only likes him because he's hot and has money, and now I'm a life ruiner," Sam chuckles sadly to herself. "It's good to know what you really think about me."

"You're everything I said, and you know it. Stop acting like you're perfect, and above everyone else. If you judge me for my actions that's fine but when I cast the same judgement upon you, suddenly you're this perfect damsel in distress who needs Jason to defend her honor. Jason, the same guy you gave up, the same guy who would do anything for you, for your family! Excuse me if I see through it," Carly defends herself and her friend.

"Anything but leave the mob, leave town, do anything really that involved ignoring you," the long haired brunette frowns slightly. "He's been standing here and I've been having to defend myself against you while he's there making sure you're okay! You, who he's supposedly just friends with! Like it or not, you're responsible for this too."

"How am I responsible? I didn't break his heart, tear his family away from him, you did!" The blonde shouts. "I, for once, am innocent. He is who he is and you knew that being in the business is a part of it when you had kids with him, fell in love with him."

An obviously uncomfortable Jason steps in here, "This is not your fault, Carly. It's not. Sam reached the point where she can't deal with this life anymore, and so she's done this. Does it hurt like hell? Yes, yes it does and I'm not gonna pretend it doesn't, but you're not going to start fighting her everytime you see her because of this."

"I'm getting it all out of my system now," she assures him, "but I'm still mad."

"This, this is what I was talking about! You're acting like somehow she's involved in this when she's just decided to inject herself into it because of you," Sam snaps slightly.

"She involved herself in this because she's my best friend, Sam, and she cares about me. Don't get me wrong, I know you care about me too, but she's been there for me while I've gone through some serious stuff and so I'm going to make sure she's okay because neither you or I are," Jason defends his actions.

"I'm okay, actually. Honestly, I'm happy I don't have to compete for your attention with her anymore," Sam smiles sadly at him.

"Compete for my attention?" Jason asks, confused.

"She says jump you ask how high, Jason. No one else has this power over you that she does and now I don't have to deal with that. It's refreshing," she admits.

To be continued

tO bE cOnTiNuEd

[channydraws]

Diamond and FellBro

It was one of these moments. Where the prince of monsters had returned to his normal form and all sorts of different events turn about as if timelines are making a big fucking joke out of his life. As if it wasn't bad enough his Chara wasn't who he thought it was and It wasn't bad enough certain events connected with insolent people that don't know how to take orders and now...

BASH!

The boss monster felt his body flying a few feet just for his back to make friends with the floor, his body making it hard to get back up. He heard the sounds of soft footsteps coming towards him. A “monster” wearing strange Gothic like clothing with a scarf and some sort of silly headband with horns. Her arms wrapping around some sort of book to hug it against her body. She looked worried about him as she looks down towards him.

“...Asriel, please... I don't want you to get hurt because of me...” She said with such a soft voice filled with hesitation.

Asriel growls as he snaps at her with anger. “Shut up! I can handle these bastards!” 

This caused the girl to let out a frighten eep as the Boss Monster looks at the two Royal Guardsmen with an intense look of anger. Burn marks can be shown on their armor.

Royal Guard 01 spoke up. “THE PRINCE'S PRETENDER WON'T LAST LONG Y-YOU VAMPIRE ON A DIET!  WITH 02 WITH ME YOU ARE AS WEAK AS ANY OTHER MONSTER!"

Pretender? These fools think they can get away calling him that.  Well, he's supposed to be dead... But that gives them no rights to call him as such. Still...  How did this all begin?  What started all of this...?

Oh, yes he remembers now. He first met this “monster”... No, only idiots would think she's a monster.  This HUMAN came upon him...

...No, She bumped into him as if she wasn't paying attention. It went just like this. 

While he was thinking about what to do next with his current predicament, he was walking in a set path. But, there was a moment of weakness where he closed his eyes and suddenly he felt something bumping into him and a soft feminine sound that was let out. He stomps his feet as he let out a growl as he was so rudely interrupted in his thoughts. His red eyes spotting a girl who had fallen on her rear as one of her hands rub the area gently to try to sooth the pain. Before he could even speak he heard that timid voice.

“I'm...S-sorry...!” She wasn't much of a speaker as even those two words was a quiet as a pathetic mouse.

Asriel took a step closer as he gets a better look at her.  Her strange black hair with ends that had shades of pink, red concern eyes looking back at him. A light red-like scarf and a black sweater where he can tell she had a plentiful size for her chest. Along with the remaining features of her outfit, the most concerning detail were those red horns... His gaze made her react and got her even more nervous. 

“...W-what are...you staring... at?”  She said as he watches one of her hands went to the horns that his eyes look upon.  

Course this made him bring up a question while his eyes narrow to glare at her. “What is a human like you doing here in the underground?” He spoke with a cold and uncaring voice. Although as the girl stood back up she answers his question.

“H-human where?” She said as she looks to both sides as if looking for one.  “...I don't see a human?”

The goat taps his feet on the ground as his eyes do not let go of her. “I'm talking about you, idiot.”

She points at herself trying to vain ignorance. “M-me? I'm not a...a  h-human...”

He tilts his head to one of his sides. “Oh? Tell me what kind of monster are you?”

“...A vampire on a diet?”

There was a pause from the Boss Monster, staring at her as if he felt insulted that she would think such a lie would work on him. Then he spoke up once again.

“Firstly, Monsters don't normally have blood. Second, you don't look like a fucking vampire. Third, do you really believe such a lie would fool anyone?”

“Well, I-”

“Do not answer that! I don't care. Pathetic...”

“...How did you-...”

“IM NOT A FUCKING IDIOT!” He shouted at her in anger causing her to step back a few and with a quiet nervous voice she responds...

“C-can you, m-maybe n-not...s-swear like so...?”

“...”  He lets out an annoyed sigh and as he reminds silent he heard her speak up once more.

“S-say... Um, A-are you... u-uh... related to that.... goat lady...?” She asked as the goat took notice of her body shivering as if she was scared.

“You mean my mother? Toriel...?”

“...Your m-mother...?  I-I mean, yeah...Toriel was her name... um... who are you?”

“....”  He crosses his arms as he stares upon the frightened human and then answers. “Asriel Dreemurr, Prince of the monsters.”

“Asriel Dreemurr?  B-but... A-Aren't you s-suppose to be..D...De...”

Bothered by her stuttering he finishes her words for her. “Dead, Yes. Normally you would have been welcomed by a pathetic coward flower. Those times have changed and I return to my normal form. I suppose you heard the deceitful tale.”

She nods her head. “W-wait, Deceitful?”

“Don't worry about it. Now, I'll ask again. What is a human doing her-”

He was interrupted as he heard a shout.

“02! SHE'S OVER THERE! THE ONE I TOLD YOU ABOUT!”

The boss monster heard the voice as the sound of heavy armor approaches them and the soft cry of the human who went to the Boss monster's side.  

“02! SEE! THERE'S THAT MONSTER! THAT VAMPIRE ON A DIET!

02 speaks as he saw what looks like Boss Monster with her. “.....Vampire...has a friend?”

“HEY, WHO ARE YOU?!”  01 said with a surprised tone.

Before he responded Asriel looks towards the human. “.......Really?”

She shrugs with a nervous smile. “...He believed me...I didn't know he had.... a friend...”

“...Stand back, I'll deal with this idiot.”

The Boss Monster step forward with a stomp as he turns to face them. “Royal Guards!  I, Asriel Dreemurr order you to stand back!”

01 and 02 look at each other. “THE  PRINCE?! THAT VAMPIRE IS WITH THE PRINCE?!"

“...Prince?.... no....  prince dead.... impostor....yes.”

The Boss Monster growls. “HOW DARE YOU!?”

“QUIET! WE WILL GET RID OF YOU AND THEN THAT W-WEAK VAMPIRE ON A DIET!"

Silently the human girl steps backwards as she quietly standby and watches.

As the guard's steps towards them, the Boss Monster throws a few fireballs at them which only left a few burn marks.  He took notice as the fireballs seem to have no effect besides save the burn marks. As he was thinking about what to do his eyes took notice of 01 charging towards him and getting a tackle on him causing his body to fly back a few feet.

And there he was laying down, his body refusing to move from the shock of being bash by such a large heavy armor clad monster, the human looking down at him worried about his well-being and hearing such words that will hurt his pride. His subjects to call him a pretender. Do they really want to die so badly? Fighting his body he slowly gets up and gets back on his feet.

“I told you to stand back, didn't I!? Idiot! I'll take care of it... Just watch or whatever I don't care!”

The Royal Guards watches as the pretender gets back up. “01... he back  up....team attack.”

“YES! PRETENDING TO BE THE DECEASED PRINCE IS DEATH!”

Asriel's eyes widen as 01's sword came at him forcing him to sidestep where 02 was ready to cut him in half although Asriel not underestimating them this time quickly dodges and counter attacks 02 with a large fireball that strikes at his armor. It may only have left a large burn mark but Asriel had a plan to deal with the royal guards. Although he felt a strong punch from 02 connecting. A hit across the face. Causing him to step away as 01 goes in for another tackle but this time Asriel throws a more potent fireball at 01's helmet causing him to struggle and forcing him to move the wrong way from where the prince was standing.

Although with 02 seeing his partner being attacked he closed into the Boss Monster and recklessly tried to slash at him with his large sword. With the recklessness, Asriel was able to predict its attacks and dodge efficiently.

While this was going on the “vampire on a diet” was making quiet gestures as if cheering on the Boss Monster hoping he will pull through and maybe believe if she cheers him on it will help him win. Asriel caught a glimpse of it as he was dodging 02's attack making the girl have a small blush as his gaze met her eyes. He rolls his eyes and got close enough to 01 where he lured 02 to accidentally strike at his partner's armor leaving a scar on it. Although the blade did not penetrate through it. It did cause a reaction from 02.

“You made me...  hit 01...!

“DUDE! IT'S OKAY!...”

“01...okay,... another.... team attack... let's kill him...”

Asriel found himself having one in front of him and one at his back with both of them pulling out their swords and attacking simultaneously and in perfect contrast to cover their blind spots making it difficult for him to dodge. With each dodge, he was able to pull he throws a fireball at one of them and switches back and forth with each dodge. Though he lets out a grunt as he felt the blade cutting into his sweater and making a wound on his arm,  then the side of his torso and the tip of 02's blade slashing at his forehead although he took notice of their team attack slowing down with each moment and with every fireball that hits. Though he wasn't expecting both of them to go right in for a punch striking at both his gut and his spine, then 02 throwing the goat towards the girl. The Boss Monster didn't allow himself to make friends with the floor this time and barely kept himself standing.

Asriel was taking deep breaths as the girl paused her cheering as she looks over. Asriel seemed to be in a bad spot. Her red eyes catching the wounds on him with his arm wiping on his forehead... Dust spilling out from wounds. If there was anything else she could do for him...- but as she thought about it she heard the boss monster speak. As she took another look at the guards who were standing side by side looking as exhausted as Asriel although something else seems wrong with them... were  they... sweating?”

02 spoke to the monster they believe was an impostor. “...You... Done?.... Time.... for you.... to die...”

“YEAH...  WE GOT YOU... NOW!!” 01 speech was delayed as if indicating how tired he was.

Asriel smirks as he lets out a sinister laugh that scared the girl. “You do? You both really are idiots...  I am disappointed that you two are EVEN part of the Royal Guard.”

“LIKE, WHAT ARE  YOU...TALKING ABOUT... WE GOT YOU ON LIKE...THE...ROPES!”

The boss monster points at them with a smile, and soon to the guard's surprise fireballs started to appear like magic near the Boss Monster. It was just a few than a few because many and then many became overwhelming and they were quite large.

“Fireballs...  more?.... so... what?”

“YEAH DUDE!  OUR ARMOR CAN ... WITHSTAND THE DAMAGE!”

“I know... But, surely you must have noticed it been getting rather hotter for you?”

“S-SO...”

Asriel lets out another laughter that this time scared the Royal Guards. “With the amount I have created and how potent they are. These fireballs will be enough to cause your armor to be your own personal oven that I'll compare the heat as if you were in the lava in hot lands. You'll both burn to death in an instant! HAHAHAHAHA~!”

This threat made the two guards hold onto each other's hand tightly as if scared for each other's life. What is this monster? How could he still be standing?  How could he be able to make all of those fireballs like their king... Are they really going to die here?

Quickly Asriel felt his uninjured arm being grabbed by one of the human's arm and which pull his arm against her chest to stop him. “A-Asriel, Y-you can't do that! Y-you can't...k-kill them!”

He felt the soft feel of her chest against his arm yet his focus reminds on the guards. “Why? They wanted to kill us. I think it makes sense to kill them.”

“D-DUDE!...UH... L-LIKE SORRY! WE'RE SORRY...!  r-RIGHT 02!?”

“...Yes... we …. sorry...  don't kill... us....”

“S-see, Asriel... t-they don't pose a threat a-anymore...!”

“...” Asriel stood silent for a moment and then let out a sigh. “...Both of you, leave before I change my mind.”

02 and 01 looks at each other. “LIKE, BYE! THANK YOU, VAMPIRE ON A  DIET!”

“... thank you... vampire...”

and with that, the guards retreated and soon was out of sight from the two of them. Once Asriel could not see them anymore his fireballs disappear.

“You make some good use after all...”

The girl looked surprised by the Boss Monster's words. “..H-huh?”

“...I'm saying you have use, Idiot! You made it so they would make sure they would surrender rather than fight to the death. As well, they are thankful to you. They shouldn't bother you anytime soon.”

“...you mean, you weren't...”

“...forget it.”

"...hmm....” She paused and then spoke a single world. “...Diamond...”

“What are you saying?”

“...Diamond... it's my... name.” she said as she holds his arm tightly against her chest as she kept hold of her book with her free hand.

He looks towards her with narrow eyes.  Looking down at her. “Idiotic name... Can you let go of me before I make you.”

“ ...ah...?” She looks down as she took notice of her holding onto his arm against her bosom. Making her slightly embarrassed. “...oh... s-sorry!” 

“...I don't-” He paused himself as he took notice of her book as she brings it back to her holding it with both arms. “...What is that?”

“This...  oh... my.......uh.......  sketchbook...”

“...You draw?”

“....I do, in my... free time...”

“Good for you. Diamond, idiot. You're staying with me.”

Her eyes widen with surprise as she heard his words. “W-why...?”

“Because you are so weak and helpless. If I allow someone to hurt you. It would reflect poorly on me...and I WILL NOT allow my pride to be diminished because I allow an idiotic human to be killed more so now people will know I defended you once and thinks we are friends.”

“uh...  um...” She looked nervous. Did he mean what he said or does he really care about her? Then again he sounded like he was  gonna let those guards live right?”

“...can I ask you..... something Asriel...?”

“You get this one question.”

“...okay uh... were you gonna let them go anyways...?”

He glares at her with narrow eyes and then turns to his side. “I'll only tell you this, Diamond. You can't solve problems by just being nice. That doesn't mean you can't show MERCY at the same time.  Does that work for you?”

She nods her head happily. He seems so tough but deep down Asriel was a good person in heart. Maybe he was raised to be so tough and he learns some lessons before she met him. Perhaps one day she would find out more about him “...Yes...  T-thank you, Asriel.”

He lets out a growl as a small blush was seen on his face. “Whatever! Idiot! Dumbass! Just come along with me and stay close! Can you at least follow that?!”

With a smile on her face and with a more joyful tone, she spoke up. “I can... just let me take care of those wounds. I can try to help... it's the.... least I can do...”

“...you're so annoying!  I can handle it...  But, you better fix up my sweater. You got it?!”

She then responds with a small giggle. “I got it.” 

With that Asriel and Diamond had their own little adventure together, what more may happen with the two of them. Well... those are stories for next time.

THE END!

(I-It's not like I wanted to P-pair up Diamond and Fellbro... B-baka!)

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Fellbro's secret harem has expanded-

Even though he calls them bakas.

[rebecca-johnson-28]

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞!

The blinding lights, that illuminated above all and took away all the attention from their surroundings, shone like stars; warning the hearts of everyone, on this bland winter night. The innocence and happiness of London, masked the stars, why are they hiding everything?  The energetic buzz swarmed the streets like bees heading home. Drapped over the streets, the glow of lights were colossal and compelled its surroundings. The vigorous animals, who were finally free contaminated the street. Like a child on Christmas morning, the tourists open London only to find it vandalised. Sirens screaming, elephants pounding. The lights glitter and flicker lighting him up in all his loneliness, Illuminated by his past, walking towards his future. The flicker of innocence, polluting the night. The anomalie lies away from the sheep. Walking away from the attention, trying to move forward, but impossible if time stands still. Trying to get away, from the crowd.

Taken for granted,

Elements of the earth,

Freedom and peace,

What was life before that?

Knocking knocking on your door,

Nothing left for emotional support,

Destroy destruction,

It's all we do,

It's all we are good at,

Good things come to an end,

Non- reusable, non-renewable,

It's all that's left.

It's all around you now,

Elements colliding,

1 down, 3 to go,

Water, Air, Wind, Fire,

Life Will be gone,

Freedom will return soon.

Back to the calm before the storm

Back to peace once more.

𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓-"𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞, 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒, 𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖆 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖓𝖊."

Fearful; of her;

The girl who they all knew, but never known

Painting the image in their mind.

Life goes on and time moves forward,

Chasing future, Forgetting past,

The games go on, hidden by paint,

Vines grow around, leaving her golden heart behind.

The interior is what matters, breaking boundaries, succeeding goals,

One day; she says to herself antidotes will make them see, the girl I want to be.

"Mirrors shattering", they say,

Hearts breaking and time ending,

Only the bravest survives,

And she did.

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊’𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖒

Strutting together, being obedient, being one. I take back, the rest scatter, ready for the glory, I am ready for it. Repellents in my hand. Just one click away and one life gone. Innocent and guilty; the enemy will be gone... forever, I hope. Fired bullets aim and miss but only one life I want gone. Four months. I had only been in the war for four months. The wolves will be destroyed. Like submissive ants marching in unison, boots, helmets, guns, friends and bullets; the victory will be worth it.  Laughing and screams? Speeding like light, we run, the killers in our side pockets. We disintegrate behind a cold, cobbled wall. The figure. Probably armed, possibly not. Bullets fired like a siren saying "go". Fear coursed through my blood. I fired. This is what I wanted right? Every passing second was a wave of fireworks. One after the other. 12. 12 shots in that d*ckhead of an enemy soldier. The fear hit me like a missile. Why did we shoot so carelessly? Why am I like this? I have done this before so why am I guilty? I close my eyes, letting out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. I see him. A clear image in my mind. Why is he here in my mind? I hastily open my eyes. His dark brown eyes pierce my soul. I can't look away, but I need to. My eyes flicker upwards, no-one is there. They left me. I trudged past slowly, never breaking eye contact with his lifeless eyes. One of my officer's return and picks up his come-to-an-end heart. A good and innocent one too. He forcefully grabs me by the arm and drags me along. Me? I never broke eye contact until he was just a blur in the distance. What I heard was that the boy was younger and below us. A trainee. 15 or 16. Weeks past and I was home. Cheers filled my ears but then I was mentally imprisoned in my own mind. I can't escape him. His bloody life, in my bloody hands. Why won't it go? Can you forgive me? To stop this nightmare.

Georgina Jolie had always loved industrial Sleepford with its moaning, mute mountains. It was a place where she felt angry. She was a clever, sympathetic, beer drinker with brown toenails and blonde eyes. Her friends saw her as a quick, quickest queen. Once, she had even helped a vain old man cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was. Georgina walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. The wind blew like singing maggots. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Andy Ramsbottom. Andy was an incredible wally with wobbly toenails and fluffy eyes. Georgina gulped. She was not prepared for Andy.As Georgina stepped outside and Andy came closer, she could see the raspy smile on his face. Andy glared with all the wrath of 8254 gentle thoughtful toads. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want some more Facebook friends." Georgina looked back, even more confident and still fingering the tiny piano. "Andy, you must think I was born yesterday," she replied. They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two orange, obedient owls sleeping at a very wild wedding, which had piano music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles drinking to the beat. Georgina studied Andy's wobbly toenails and fluffy eyes. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Georgina in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Andy." Andy looked unstable, his emotions raw like a bumpy, blue book. Georgina could actually hear Andy's emotions shatter into 5557 pieces. Then the incredible wally hurried away into the distance. Not even a drink of beer would calm Georgina's nerves tonight.

Gary Godfrey had always loved picturesque Bangkok with its wet, weary waters. It was a place where he felt sparkly. He was a considerate, bold, cocoa drinker with ginger legs and curvaceous feet. His friends saw him as a queasy, quickest queen. Once, he had even rescued a jolly baby bird from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was. Gary walked over to the window and reflected on his cosy surroundings. The wind blew like drinking donkeys. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Fairydust Slaughterhouse. Fairydust was a spiteful juggler with solid legs and feathery feet. Gary gulped. He was not prepared for Fairydust. As Gary stepped outside and Fairydust came closer, he could see the spluttering glint in her eye. Fairy dust gazed with the affection of 3371 intelligent cool cats. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss." Gary looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the ripped teapot. "Fairydust, get out of my house," he replied. They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two obedient, orange owls laughing at a very vile snow storm, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two arrogant uncles thinking to the beat. Gary regarded Fairydust's solid legs and feathery feet. "I feel the same way!" revealed Gary with a delighted grin. Fairydust looked jumpy, her emotions blushing like a plastic, pongy piano.Then Fairydust came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

Veins popping and blood dripping. I hate this. External banishment. It was just last week I was married to that man, now he's gone. Probably off making his 107th child with her. It's a night I won't ever forget. "Good morning, my love" his raspy voice sings in the sunrise of the world. I slowly turned my head. There he was, in all his glory. Payton. Son of Aphrodite, soon to be King of Starton. "Good morning, my King" I reply, in my usual groggy voice. I sit up, admiring the view. Clothes scattered across the floor, unknown to the vows we exchanged, promises we made. But, the deeds were done. I arose from the silky red and gold bed and walked into the closet. I know the servants usually do that, but I think they've left us alone for a while. Slipping on my white and purple flowery dress, in stormed the devil's. All three of them flaunted over to him. They knew what I was like; and they knew he was flattered by it. So, they continued. Each girl, poking, feeling, grasping, every angle they could. My blood was boiling. I was thankful, he was dressed. Slowly, but surely they all left. I couldn't hold it in anymore, my rage got the best of me. One by one, each of my claws came spreading out. Purple wings expanded like a balloon being filled (at the quickest rate possible). I started to glow. My whole body shakes, my lungs screaming. My heart racing like a bullet. My thoughts on an endless track. "Kill them!" The demon manically laughs. My blue eyes, absorbed by the purple stone. I landed. My muscles screaming in agony. A light, solid but true, shatters my mind. Like lightning, I'm brought back to reality. Fearful brown orbs intoxicate me once more. I slowly scamper out of the room. I run. I run. My lungs heaving, screaming for me to stop. My body's on fire. 'Keep going' I thought. 'No-one can hurt you'. I HAVE to stop. I can't escape my fate. I abruptly stop. Panting, wheezing. I pace for a while. Back and forth. Back and forth. What felt like an eternity, I am stopped. A light hand pressed against my shoulder. "Are you need okay?" A soft voice asked. I shake my head. "N-N-N..." I didn't even finish. Sobs bursts from me like a waterfall, the figure pulls me into a hug. I let go. I never show weakness. Once I eventually stop, I release from the hug. I look up. My heart shatters. "Chase?" I question. Before he could even answer, I'm being pulled into another hug. I don't move. I slowly melt into his arms. "I heard what happened." "They want you gone by morning. "It was set. I was the victim. I let go. Why can't I hold it in. I was tied to the side of the castle. Beating and fresh blood. Bruising, barely starting to show.

The girl sits on a hard grey chair. Fingers moving delicately, creating magic on the page. The pale skin gripping onto her turquoise mechanical pencil, the other hand, holding the dark blue book-lined revision book in place. The soft mutters of conversations around her. Her light brown straight hair, held together by a black flowery plastic headband, is left to wander and dance as she writes. The white desks, lay neatly in rows, the 16-year-old, in front of the rest. A group of misfits, un-popular, or fangirls. The two teachers in the classroom are focused. One frantically typing on the desktop, the other rapidly writing, hoping to get all her ideas from mind to paper. The bare classroom was plain and simple, with a few displays. The vocabulary wall, "An Inspector Calls" wall, and a Shakespeare wall both explaining the basic plot of both plays. Few books, folders, and a laminate book cover photo are with a meaning wall, was all that was there. The brown-haired, hazel eye with light pale British girl sat deep in thought, writing yet another short story thriller. The school was quite normal. Newly built for over £30 million. Her previous chain of thought was interrupted by a faint knock on the heavy light grey door.

Hands shaking, voice slightly breaking. "I'm fine" she mutters hoping he won't hear her break. Thoughts racing round her head like a train on a never ending track. The thought of the colour red, and it's meaning. Fire, burning, killing, blood. Those thoughts over and over again. She walks away. The prettiest smiles will always hide the scariest and deepest thoughts. Her eyes water and flooding once she walks past him. The boy, just a figment of what her life could of been. Now, the girl sits on social media, hoping someone would say "I know your not" or an "are you ok?" But this is reality, because that will never happen. Because how can people notice the happy and smiley girl constantly breaking, desperately wanting someone to tell her it'll be okay. But then again nobody tells her "your gorgeous" cause she's just another chubby libra fangirl hoping her idol will notice her. As this is what happens when you become attached to things to quickly. The one she wants to marry, not knowing she exists. Her friend group so little and so different. But I guess this is what happens when your lost in your thoughts. Waiting for an offer of a penny.