#IMAGINING her taking off her mask and revealing herself.

[nathanielhsewell]

an au where ava du mortain meets a charmingly infuriating performer at the local tavern that her and her fellow knights frequent.

an au where they fall in love and ava feels feelings she never thought she could ever feel before, an au where she finally understands what those inane poets were waxing on about.

an au where religious guilt and trauma gets in the way, shortly followed by the death of her entire family and her turning.

an au where the performer, her first and only love, also gets turned. unbeknownst to her. unbeknownst to one another.

an au where they both roam the earth for 900 long years, experiencing horrors and trials that no one human, no one being, should ever have to face.

an au where they come face to face, where one is working for the supernatural government, the agency. and where the other is working under the leader of the rogue supernaturals.

[inluvwithnay]

imagine g!p stalker momo watching you every night until you fall asleep just for her to broke into your house and start fucking you. you wake up the next day feeling sore and with hickeys all over your body

a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath - hirai momo x fem!reader

cw: stalking, dubcon, somno, g!p momo, tummy bulging, slight size kink, creampie??

a/n: this has been in my inbox for a couple days so decided to make it into a fic for momo’s birthday 🩷

wc: 942

@nr1chaedickrider

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hirai momo has been your best friend for years, meeting in high school and never really separating since. you always hung out together, mostly at your house, and she would leave later in the day or sometimes she would stay.

during those sleepovers, she would fall asleep much later than you, and seeing you lying there made her cock strain against her boxers. to her, you looked so pretty sprawled out like that, and you were in such a deep sleep, it’s not as if you knew that momo was taking pictures of you or jerking herself off to you from the other side of the room.

in momo’s head, if you didn’t know it was happening, then it wasn’t wrong in any way. you would always wake up to her cuddling up to you in your bed during sleepovers, which you thought was because she just wanted to cuddle. but during the night she would let her romantic feelings overpower her and she just wanted to be held by you.

there were times when you were out with some of your other friends, she would find out without you telling her and would follow you, hiding from your sight and wearing all black clothes with a black mask and her hood up so no one knew it was her. she doesn’t know how she hadn’t been caught yet.

sometimes she would follow you home from these outings, especially if your clothes were a bit more revealing, sometimes if she was feeling a bit more brave, she would take photos, and jerk herself off in the woods.

sometimes she would stand outside your house and watch you get changed, snapping pictures of you in your bra and panties.

where would she keep all of these pictures? in a locked folder in her phone, of course.

this behaviour went on for months, with momo taking photos when you weren’t looking, photos that she would stroke her cock to in private, whining whenever she thinks about you touching her.

but one night, after hanging out, she just let her urges takeover.

she was walking back to her own house after you had falling asleep while hanging out. she stopped in her tracks when she felt her cock harden in her jeans, she was standing frozen, at the end of your street.

her mind was clouded with thoughts of you, all the things she wanted to do to you, she couldn’t control herself. she walked back up your street and climbed into your window, trying not to make a lot of noise.

you felt your bed dip a little bit and you woke up slightly, looking at her as she pulled her pants and boxers off, you were confused, didn’t she just leave?

“m-momo?” you mumbled, still half asleep, “i thought you left unnie.” momo felt her cock leaking pre cum after hearing you talk.

“i’m really hard right now, i need you, baby.” you were shocked to say the least, you didn’t understand why you were getting aroused from her sneaking back into your house to fuck you.

“momoring, ‘m tired, wanna sleep.” momo lifted the covers from your body and ripped your panties.

“look at your wet cunt, you want me to touch you, don’t kid yourself, slut. i’ll be quick, i promise sweetie. you just go back to sleep and let me use you.” you only nod as you try to go back to sleep.

she lifts your hips up and drags her dick along your slit, gathering your wetness before sliding in, her thick length stretching you out and making you whimper in your half-asleep state.

your pussy felt better around her cock than she could’ve ever imagined, she couldn’t help but thrust into you as fast as she could, whining and whimpering so submissively that you’d forget she was the one being a perv. she held herself up with her hand as she continued her movements. realisation hit when she looked at you that you had fallen back asleep.

“f-fuck, oh my god… you’re so so tight, such a tight little cunt” she said, flipping you over so you were on your back and continuing to use your leaking hole, her eyes trailed down your body and she couldn’t hold back her moans when she saw her cock bulging in your tummy, noticing just how small you were compared to her.

you were whining in your sleep, slowly waking up again when momo started to leave hickies on your neck and chest.

“momo, fuck- faster, please!” you mumbled in between moans.

“god, darling, you don’t know how long i’ve craved this, needed this for so long.” you nod at her words, pulling her face down to kiss you, you decide to let your dominant side come out a little to tease her.

“is that right? little perverted slut.” you whisper, making momo cum right then and there, inside your pussy, her cock twitching as her legs shake, she’s such a mess, tears even stream down her cheeks too.

“that’s it, good girl.” she collapses on top of you once her cock is drained.

“fuck, momo. i wasn’t expecting that” you say, breathlessly. momo cuddles you, sobbing a little from guilt. you hold her close and tell her it’s okay.

“i-im so sorry, i just-” you interrupt her with a kiss, cupping her face. she instantly kisses you back, holding your hips.

“it’s alright, i promise, why don’t you sit on the bed and let me suck your pretty cock, baby?”

momo nods eagerly, she’s wanted this for months and now she finally has it. she never wants it to stop.

[aphroditesmoon]

hi there ! could I get a gwen x gn! reader where gwen finally confronts reader after going missing for months during events of atsv?

lose your faith in me

gwen stacy x gn!reader

summary: two months without her was too long for you, but not long enough for you to forget her.

warnings: hurt/comfort, gn reader, fluff, curse words.

a/n: hopefully this is to your liking<3

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IT'S BEEN accurately 68 days and 1610 hours since you've last seen Gwen Stacy.

Two months since she slid out of your window while you were sleeping in the middle of the night. Two months since she disappeared without a word, leaving you nothing but a folded paper by your bedside with a 'text u when i get home' scribbled over it.

George Stacy wouldn't meet your eyes when you decided to come knocking on his door a month ago. It felt like you're not looking beyond the curtains where the sun hides when you're talking to him.

He didn't know where Gwen was, it was evident, but he wasn't worried over it either. And when he says her name, it sounds foreign to both ypur ears, like he's talking about a stranger and not his own daughter.

He tells you that you shouldn't look for her. An odd thing for a father to say, but the grief in his eyes forces you to oblige, so you gave in and threw away her stupid rotting note, buried deep in your pockets for all the while she's been missing.

But ghosts eventually find their way back home, her grave in the shape of your bed, and in your arms the only place she'll ever find peace.

You felt her before you saw her, chilly air enters your room from the window, and when you glance up from your pillow, her silhouette stares back at you, an image so clear and persistent that you know you weren't dreaming it. You lift up your body, eyes squinting at her. When she steps closer, the moon finally shining its light on her face, you flinch as you're met with a masked face, the widely known ghost-spider.

A barely audible gasp leaves you when the spiderwoman moves to rip the mask off of her face, and all the questions you've asked nightly to the universe finally answers themselves. You take off your blanket slowly, getting up to walk towards your Gwen is a cautious manner, her eyes stays on your face, waiting for a reaction. Waiting for fear to colour your features.

But besides your suprised expression, you don't show any sign of hostility towards her.

Gwen watches as you finally step in front of her, faces inches from eachother, eyes wide and brows furrowing. She didn't plan to reveal this to you, neither did she plan to find herself in your room, the moment she's been zapped back into her universe by Miguel.

Her fingers flexes to stop itself from trembling, and when your hands reaches up to cup the right side of her face, her eyes soften, and Gwen lets out a heavy breath, succumbing to your touch.

You don't hesitate to move your arms around her, pulling her towards you as she finds her place on your neck, her own hands wrapped around your waist.

You feel her fingers fisting the back of your shirt, as if you'd disappear if she pulls way. Eventually you do, facing eachother once more, you lean your forehead againts hers and feel your mind finally coming back into yourself. She didn't want to speak, it was obvious, but you also knew that it was necessary.

Dissapearing for two months was one thing, finding out she was ghost-spider is another. You should feel betrayed, angry, disappointed in the least, but all you felt was aching pity for her, trying to imagine how alone she must've felt, even when she had you by her side. You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you to it first.

"I'm so stupid." You cracked a smile despite the circumstances as Gwen winces at her own words.

"That fucking came out wrong- I was gonna say 'I'm so sorry' actually." She corrected herself, gripping your forearm.

"I know." You tell her. "You should've-"

"-Told you, I know, god knows, I know. I was just so terrified, I lost Peter, and everyone thinks I killed him, my own dad looked at me like i was a monster when I took my mask off in front of him. Do you think I could've handled having you look at me like that?" That silenced you.

All the petty anger you've buried deep waiting for her return felt childish now. You would've done the same thing if you were her, you knew that.

When she sees your own tears welling up, Gwen cursed herself for saying the things she said. She didn't need you to carry her guilt. Gwen pulled you back into her arms, and you take in the odd mint smelling shampoo she must've been using and kissed her temple.

You felt yourself about to burst now, She was here, and she's laying herself open for you to see, all the things she's never told anyone about before.

"I love you." You croaked out, feeling yourself unable to strain the overwhelming sadness. And Gwen wipes your tears away despite her own and tells you what you already know. "I love you too."

[coquettexnightz]

| Laughter In Fear |

- 18+ content, corruption kink, noncon, kinda smut, teasing, loss of virginity, bullying, experiment gone wrong. -

Jonathan kidnapped young Y/n Wayne, wanting desperately for Batman to appear. Jonathan had watched the sweet girl for years, taking pictures of her and pinning them to his wall. He wanted desperately to see what his fear toxin would do to her, if and how bad it would affect her.

So, as she was walking home after staying late at school that day, a van pulled up and a masked man yanked her into the van. She screamed and screamed until she passed out, all of the men having to hold her down till she did so. They cursed themselves and Jonathan upon seeing the cuts and bruises she had formed on their bodies. But they weren’t allowed to make one single mark on her, per Jonathan’s orders.

“She’s barely breathing.” Jonathan scoffed, carrying Y/n to a chair and shooing his men away. He grabbed his camera and set it up, clicking play. He’d make it perfect, just to send it on over the Batman himself. “Wakey, wakey, innocent Wayne girl.” He hummed, his fingers dancing along her pale, thin leg.

Goosebumps formed along her body as her eyes fluttered open. Jonathan had only bothered to tie her hands behind her on the chair, then her legs to the bottom legs of the chair. But he hadn’t taped her mouth shut…she whimpered, looking around frantically, completely missing the camera. She looked down at her clothing. Her jacket had been discarded, her white, polo shirt had all three of its buttons unbuttoned. Revealing her white, lace bralette. Her dark grey, pleated skirt was hitched up slightly, almost letting the camera catch sight of her panties. Then, her white socks that laid just below her knees were still there, but not her sleek, black flats. “Who—…” Jonathan cut her off.

“I’m here to teach you.” He hummed proudly as if he was doing a good deed.

“I— I don’t understand.” Y/n whimpered, catching sight of the camera. “Huh?” She cried out, trashing around once Jonathan began to undo the single button on the side of her skirt.

“It seems as though we may need to cut this off of you…” Jonathan winced, acting as if it was an accident as he glanced back at the camera smugly.

“Leave it. Please, leave it, please. Oh, please.” Y/n begged, trying her best to kick her frail legs around. Jonathan thought about sending this video out to everyone he could, so they would know that she would soon be his.

“No, baby. It’s okay, it must be so uncomfortable.” He gave her a teasing look, almost mocking her terrified state. “All we need to do is get you undressed, imagine you’re going to shower. You can’t shower with clothes on, can you?” He mocked.

Her eyebrows furrowed in utter obliviousness, shaking her head with a pout as if it was obvious. She knew nothing of what he was hinting toward. “But I’m not going to shower?” She almost questioned herself, jumping as he pulled out a pocket knife and cut a hole into the crotch of her skirt. Slipping his fingers through the hole and ripping the skirt in half, tossing it to the side.

“I did say, ‘imagine,’ didn’t I? Oh, look at these pretty little panties. I knew you were innocent.” Jonathan got onto his knees, spreading her thighs and leaning closer to her untouched pussy. “You see this, Batman? Will you come save this innocent baby girl?” Jonathan smirked back at the camera deviously, not missing how Y/n’s breath got caught in her throat as he mentioned the Batman. Only further confirming his suspicions.

He suddenly jumped up with a gasp, jogging over toward his fear toxin. He grabbed his mask and kneeled in front of the camera, sliding it over his head before swiftly turning around to face the scared school girl. She got ready to scream before Jonathan pounced forward and slipped two fingers between her plump lips.

“Now, relax. This may or may not hurt. It shouldn’t…but—! Who knows?” He giggled ecstatically. He used his free hand to spray the fear toxin, jumping back to stare at the awaiting masterpiece. He knew no one would hear if she screamed, but he worked himself up for nothing. She began crying, kicking her legs. Her eyes wider than ever, gasping and whimpering. Tears flowed down her cheeks, “Mommy?” She cried, staring up at the ceiling. “Daddy?” She then questioned, tilting her head back to rest on the chair. She quieted down, still whimpering to herself with her eyes closed.

But then, Jonathan thought he was losing his mind— more so than he already had. He almost thought that he heard her soft cries shift into a fit of extremely quiet giggles. But he brushed it off and gave the camera a slight questionable look. He assured himself that she was just crying. But then? The presumable quiet giggles turned into louder ones, taking her head off of the chair. She locked eyes with Jonathan and he smirked upon seeing her smile.

She broke into cynical laughter, then, Jonathan slowly did as well. He had broke her, she was corrupted by the fear toxin. Her fear had broken her, for she was now laughing at the thought. She looked into the camera, her laughter and Jonathan’s mixing together. Jonathan moved to sit on his knees beside her, giggling excitedly as he kissed her thigh. He began untying her legs from the chair, then her arms.

They were as if Joker and Harley Quinn had died and come back to life. But they were their own people, just laughing together despite the fact that they should have been enemies. “Oh, thank you. That did not feel pleasant at all.” Y/n sighed in content, both of their laughs dying down.

The rest of the video was spent in numerous spots of the room. Jonathan had Y/n on her knees, fucking her face, still clad in her panties and polo shirt. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, smirking and rolling his head backward in pleasure. Then, Jonathan was sat on the floor, Y/n bouncing on his hard cock. Their moans clouded the room, the camera at the perfect angle to the point where you could see Jonathan’s blood coated cock.

Y/n whined in pain and pleasure as she bounced endlessly, having just lost her virginity. The loud squelching of their juices was also caught by the camera, Jonathan moaned loudly with an open mouthed smile at the thought of the Batman practically pissing himself in anger at the realization that his innocent little sister had been driven to the brink of insanity.

—

Y/n could now be seen around Gotham, skipping down the dirty streets without a care in the world. No one but the Batman had seen that video…so far. All of Jonathan’s followers now respected Y/n just as much as Jonathan. He had made it clear that she was his and his only, they knew he was serious when Y/n cracked a joke. Due to their insane, synchronized laughter.

Y/n Wayne had yet to go back to her home, having no sense of need to see her brother. She spent all her time either with Jonathan or the Jokers girl, Harley Quinn. Which! Is who she was currently with, “Trust me, Wayne, honey. You wear this? You’ll be fucking like bunnies for years.” Harley cackled.

Y/n smirked, “Who says we aren’t already?” She giggled jokingly, even though she was serious.

“Oo. Bad girl.” Harley scolded, pointing at her new friend.

—

“He’s here.” Jonathan mumbled to the men and Y/n. She jumped up with a smile, leaning down to kiss Jonathan. He smirked and slid his hand into her button up school shirt that had only been buttoned by the single middle button. Leaving her stomach and breasts on full display, you could tell that she had been getting her fashion advice straight from Harley Quinn herself. Just as Jonathan always opted to wear his suits, Y/n continued to wear her school uniforms. Only, she sexualized them more than usual.

“Who?”

Jonathan pulled his hand out of his girlfriends hot pink push up bra and smiled as he looked up into the sky, holding her closer by grabbing her ass from under her skirt. “The Batman.” He replied excitedly.

Y/n laughed excitedly, jumping away from Jonathan and pacing restlessly. “Batman? Oh, Batman, where art thou Batman?” She hummed, gently grabbing Jonathan’s hand and hugging him.

Bruce watched his little sister from a far, his lip curling in disgust at the remembrance of that vile video Jonathan had created. A complete porno, with the plot of corrupting the innocent Wayne girl.

—

Everyone in Gotham now new that Bruce Wayne’s little sister had gone completely mad. With the help of Jonathan Crane, they were an infamous couple. Batman had caught the two and they were put into Arkham Asylum, both in straight jackets. Batman knew he shouldn’t have, but he ordered for them to be put in the same room. He knew his sister had attachment issues. If she was that close with Crane, she’d hate Bruce for separating them, if she ever got better.

So, now, as they were both being interrogated, they couldn’t take it serious. Leaning over and kissing each other the best they could despite their arms being restrained by the jacket.

After the whole useless interrogation, Jonathan whispered in Y/n’s ear, to which she nodded with a large smile. “Next time they bring us our lunch, tell them she’s eating for two.” Jonathan smirked, both of them bursting into laughter upon seeing the man’s shocked face. He immediately gathered his things and rushed out, still able to hear their laughter as he walked down the hall.

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A/n; If you spot any grammar or spelling mistakes, that’s my bad, I’m trying to post a couple things to empty out my drafts quickly.

[odusseus-xvi]

Doing a Summary of the French ccs' Lore (because we are forgotten)

(this last part is a joke don't take it too seriously)

Making a post with the lore we know about every French ccs for those who don't follow them religiously : (I might forget some things because I'm not an encyclopedia)

BAGHERA JONES :

Has said in the past she does see herself (her character) as human, like in the "Regret" animation but has also talked about "dying her feathers" instead of hair, and discussed with mike about not really having hair. Her species/lineage/anything you want to call it doesn't seem to be something set in stone.

When asked from where she comes from she answers Switzerland. It seems to have been accepted by Cucurucho. (also knows about The Shit Tower from the Team du Lundi server, though that might not be really lore accurate)

Doesn't seem to be interested in leaving the island itself, but is REALLY interested in freeing herself and the others from the Federation.

Considers BBH and Forever as her family alongside the rest of the french. Both Pomme and Dapper are her adopted kids.

Has both an underground Base and a Castle far north.

Dropped out of the election on her own accord, jumping from the top of her castle's highest tower.

(note : Please admins, cook something for her... She needs it... She tried for days to solve the book thingy, and Cellbit ended up having the last clues and doing it himself... Please I beg you...)

ETOILES :

Is a masked anthorpomorphic cucumber. No ambiguity about that.

When asked where he comes from, it alternates between France, and Far Away (if I remember well) (Was also part of the Team du Lundi server, but nothing confirms it is part of his canon lore).

What does seem to be conserved is his familiarity with all the french ccs : His close joke-flirting relationship with Antoine, his friendly banters with Baghera, his kind of disciple in redstone and create relationship with Aypierre, and his friendship with Kamet0.

Actually enjoying his time on the Island because of the challenges it offers him. Particularly enjoys showing the Federation and The Codes how they can do nothing against him. Considers himself a simple Warrior.

Has a cave a la BatCave but spends most of his time exploring and far away from it.

His favorite thing is bringing loot and stuff to the other residents.

Is freindly with everyone, and enjoys every egg, with particular admiration to Dapper.

(note : #EtoilesIsMyPresident)

AYPIERRE :

A simple human (note : a headcanon I like and that his community has kinda adopted is imagining him with Doc Ock style mechanical arms)

Comes from a random place in France he wrote kind of has a joke to Cucurucho. As for a potential server he could come from the guy is one of the oldest mc cc on the INTERNET. I could not tell you.

We don't really know his feelings on the island, but is portrayed as an opportunist and enjoyer of contracts. Absolutely willing to have deals with the Federation, though also interested in helping the others leave the island.

"n° 1 Gegg fan". Built a Gegg generator and is behind the Geggpocalypse of the election dinner.

Has a fun uncle/nephew relationship with Richarlyson, he revealed the Geggpocalypse to him before anyone else, and is building a winery to run with him.

Has a small house with multiple elevators and teleport pads leading to his huge Factory complex he will open to the public soon.

"I'm secretly building a machine.." before being cut off by Slime saying "WTF MAN THIS IS CRAZY".

(note : We don't know what that last part is about though most likely linked to the lore he's been brewing with the admins that is coming early August)

ANTOINE DANIEL :

We have no idea what he is, though might appears "human". "We all have multiple faces, Im just the only one showing them all". *about the face that was on his inside layer on his old skin* "I'd rather not talk about that, it's private."

Comes from France, though his reference to the Shit Tower into the new Shit Palace might mean he comes from the Team du Lundi server.

We don't know his feelings on the island, though distrustful of the Federation.

Lives in his Shit Palace that is currently unfinished, with the Moon and it's ring above. Has a secret room under called "La Fin du Monde (the end of the world)" with (old and not updated) thoughts about the residents of the island.

Is easily distrustful though trusts the french the most, and confides most of his secrets in Pomme.

Has a weird admiration/obession with Cucurucho.

(note : Come back antoine, I miss the kids...)

KAMET0 :

Ah ah ah ah... ah.

Etoiles did say he might come back at some point to do a cameo, tough not regularly.

(note : come back to the village Sasuke...)

[kanralovesu]

⛺Recounting the great story of Reverse 1999's Horror at Green Lake so more people can hear it ⛺

We open on a group of college students on vacation in Green Lake Campsite. Blonde beauty Blonney immediately goes off to fool around with the football player, only to find a vicious masked man with a butcher's knife who swiftly murders them. As the rest of the group gets picked off, the virtuous and naive Anne is left alone to fend off the monster. But just as she's about to be corned our main character Vertin and her crew arrive, including Horrorpedia a self proclaimed horror movie expert.

As our heroes use their magical arcanum powers to fight the killer, they're shocked to see Blonney wake from the dead, covered in blood that smells suspiciously like cherry syrup. "You ruined my perfect shot!" She proclaims, parading her magical floating camera. Turns out we had accidently wandered onto a student movie set! A pissed off director Blonney proclaims that she doesn't even like horror movies, but choose to make one for her film major because "they're so cliched and easy to make!" We even find out the football player who was acting all tough earlier is actually a timid liberal arts major! Anne, however, is just as naive as her film counterpart as they apparently just enlisted her from the local village to replace an actress who got sick the night before.

But the story doesn't end there. As everyone gets ready for the next take, Blonney is reminded "wait, didn't Greg also get sick? Who did we find to replace him as the killer?" Blonney thought the rest of them had found someone. With the realization that no one knows the true identity of the killer in the mask, the group bolts to the nearby cabin, chased by the supposedly real killer who was among them!

Hiding from the killer as rain begins to pour, Blonney consoles in Anne that she's actually an Arcanist like the rest of the main characters. In this world, that means she has magical powers but faces discrimination because of it. She tried to blend in to human society, throwing away her childhood love for horror movies and storytelling because emotional things like those are more stereotypically arcanist in nature. She put on an air of "the pretty and stupid blonde" because that's what she thought society wanted out of her. However, as her crewmates (besides Anne) turn on her for being an arcanist, she's shown that the prejudice runs deeper than she thought.

Throughout all of this, a mysterious entity has been leaving clue and picking off the film crew one by one. Not a singular movie monster, but someone controlling multiple movie monsters, each of which our heroes has to fight off. When push comes to shove, Blonney embraces her Arcanist powers once again, drawing up a creative version to her car with giant teeth and then making that drawing a reality to crush the monsters! Anne also gets her moment, although she dispatches the man with the butcher's knife in a less magical way: whipping him with a large branch, stealing his own knife and then driving him through with it. Horrorpedia, as genre savvy as ever, points out that Anne has true "Final Girl" energy!

But there is one final twist to uncover: who is the mastermind behind all of these monsters? In a shocking twist presented in a puppet theater of all things, we find out that Blonney accidently willed into existence an imaginary friend when she was younger and visited Green Lake Campsite: a deer girl based on the puppet she had back then. Back in the day, she told so many stories to herself, imagining all kind of horror movie monsters that the team now find themselves up against. It was Blonney's imagination that created these monsters, but her imaginary friend had turned them into reality after she left.

This deer girl, waiting ever so patiently for her best friend to return, is revealed to be Anne all along! She had been masterminding the monster attacks because in her naivete she believed that it was all just fun and games. Not only that, but she was desperate to not be left alone again like when Blonney left her as a child to pursue the human world. Blonney knows she can't stay with her in the forest like Anne (whose real name is Jessica) wants, but she offers Jessica a home with her instead. After our main character assures her that everything will be alright, Jessica calls off the monsters, transforming the campsite into a beautiful location yet again.

Horrorpedia is disappointed that the whole thing ended with "love and friendship and a deus ex machina" and everyone lived happily ever after! (With Blonney and Jessica becoming girlfriends of course. I skipped over the details but its barely subtext! I don't care if she's a deer-centaur and she's a human, they're perfect for each other!)

Please go play Reverse 1999! Its got a few translation issues as you can see with the text above, but the stellar character writing still shines through, especially since its fully voice acted. I still recommend reading this story for yourself even after reading this plot summary because there is so much nuance I missed out on when summarizing it. Particularly the way Blonney and Anne/Jessica's relationship evolves over the story is great to see! There are also plenty of other great stories like this in the main campaign. So far, they haven't missed!

[yloiseconeillants]

MAYNCIENT :: Day 1 - Introduction

(reposting this bit because i think it works very well as an introduction to my scumbag botanist ancient; featuring erasmos @azure-dragonsinger and mentions of timoria @lilbittymonster)

Ariadne rushed through the humid halls of the Words of Halmarut, one arm rustling about in her bag for a concept crystal she needed for today’s lecture, the other wrapped around several rolled charts. She was running inexcusably late, as was usual whenever Timoria was back in town. Even as harried as she was at this moment, Ariadne smiled to herself, recalling the unique sensation of Mori’s latest experimental body modification: a biforked tongue. She’d have a couple more days with her before Mori’s work took her outside the city again. Resolving to pace herself this week, for once, she turned a corner and ran smack into Halmarut.

“Oh! You’re running late, aren’t you?” Halmarut laughed softly.

“Late night-” she began, but Halmarut waved his hand.

“It is important to have fun, especially at your age. Just make sure you’re not inconveniencing your students because of it.” He smiled beneath his mask, stepping out of her way. Ariadne began jogging away, before Halmarut called after her. “Oh! Speaking of students, you have a new one!” She slowed down and turned, continuing to walk toward her destination, but backwards, cocking her head to the side in a gesture approximating a question. “Just transferred from Lahabrea! Keep an eye on him, hm?”

Wonderful. A new student, and already half a bell late. The young botanists in her teaching group were used to her frequent tardiness, but this was a disciple of Lahabrea. She briefly conjured an image of a typical Phantomology student: serious, somber, driven. Lahabreas in miniature, she thought, scowling. She slowed as she approached the corner of the Phytobiology halls where her students met twice a week and peeked her head around to observe them before approaching.

The familiar botanists were undergrads, so in sync with each other as to be indistinguishable with their masks on and hoods up. They stood, huddled, observing the new student, who was significantly taller, leaning against the side of a bookshelf and watching them with a frown. His hood was off, revealing a mess of long, wild dark brown hair and, strangely enough, a goatee. Ariadne’s eyebrows knitted. An oversized Lahabrea, perhaps? What did Halmarut mean by “keep an eye on him,” anyway?

Perhaps by way of answer, the tall student produced a cigarette from his robes and lit up in the middle of Phytobiology, taking a long drag and turning away from the scandalized botanists, who tittered and whispered amongst themselves with a shaking, quiet furor.

That was definitely against the rules. She couldn’t imagine Lahabrea would ever accept such behavior from a student. As he exhaled, he caught Ariadne peeking from behind the stack. He crossed his arms, and his frown set in deeper, just as a mischievous grin began to spread across her face. A peer, she thought as she approached her students to begin lecture for the day. She’d ask him for a cigarette after class. Who knows? Maybe he was fun, too.

[cantameher]

CAMGIRL . . . Chapter two: Pure imagination (series)

tw: age gap, smut, sex working

taglist: (comment below if you want to be here)

──── ✰࿒࿎྇ ༃࿐ TWO

༶•✧. ┊“Hello everyone, I missed you” the girl with a mask and pretty lingerie smiled at the camera. She was the first girl that he saw on this platform, and he immediately was intrigued by her. He never thought that he would sit in his office and watch sex streams, while his wife and children were asleep. But here we go. He didn’t know why he was doing all of this, but when he saw this young girl, he felt something that he wasn’t felt for a really long time.

The truth was that he was bored in his relationship, mostly because he is with the same woman all his life. She just didn’t excite him anymore, he wanted something that she couldn’t offer him. She wasn’t the same person that she was when he married her. But he didn’t want to cheat on her, so he decided to find a platform where you can have an interaction with the ‘sex workers’ not just watching unrealistic porn.

Dreamdaisy was the first streamer he saw when he made an account. Unfortunately, he just saw an ending, but that was enough for him to fall in love with that girl. Even if he didn’t see her whole face, he could imagine how beautiful she was. He immediately wanted her just to himself, and he knew that the private sessions would satisfy him for a some time. All the things he would love to do with her. . .

All day he was distant, his mind was only focused on Daisy and their meeting, he was stressed, because he had never done something like this, but he was also eager to have all of her attention. When the notification of her stream popped up on the laptop screen, he couldn’t resist the smile that appeared on his face.

“Hello everyone, I missed you" the girl with a mask and pretty lingerie smiled at the camera. “Today, you guys will decide what I would do or which one of my toys I will use on myself today. Are you excited?” She chuckled, as only positive messages appeared on the chat.

“Okay, for new people I will explain the rules” she corrected her mask, without breaking the ‘eye’ contact with the camera. “It’s easy, so don’t worry” she chuckled again, and the man felt himself falling for her laugh. “I will show you the options of toys or activities and you guys will vote which one I will choose, of course, you need to donate coins if you want to vote” after hearing the girl’s words, he felt even more excited. He loved the idea of her doing everything he wanted her to do, maybe he would prefer her to be only with him and not with all these viewers, but he needed to be patient.

tommyx: I hope you would be hot today;)

“I’m always hot Tommy, you won’t be disappointed” she bites her lips with a soft chuckle. Why his wife couldn’t be like her? He asked himself, but he didn’t know the answer. But it doesn’t matter because from now he had Daisy, and she would not go anywhere.

“Okay, for the beginning, we would start slowly. Which part of my lingerie should I take off? Twenty coins for stockings, fifty for a bra and a hundred for my panties” she lifted herself up for a moment, showing her whole lace outfit.

The chat started to go crazy with the amount of coins and emotes, all viewers were sending. He personally wanted to see how her boobs look like under the delicate fabric, he always has some kind of fetish, when it comes to this specific part of women’s body. that’s why he donated fifty coins, voting for a brassiere.

“Oh wow, someone’s is eager for my body” she sweetly chuckled, slowly pulling the straps off and a moment later she revealed her medium size breast. He could feel how the space in his boxers started tightening. It seemed kind of pathetic to him, but he ignored these thoughts, focusing on excitement and on Daisy.

The girl on the other side of the screen started to squeeze her boobs out slightly, smiling at the comments she read out loud. He groaned quietly, imagine that he is the one who are touching her beautiful breast. It was only a first minutes of the stream, and he was already hard, which made him feel like a young man again.

xxusername send 100 coins

xxusername: spit on your pretty tits;)

She looked at the chat and smiled, seeing the user with who she had booked private meeting. Of course, she remembered his nickname, because it’s not frequent to get that big amount of money from one person, especially when you weren’t even at the top fifty.

She gathered all the saliva she had in her mouth and with a quiet moan, she slowly spited it on her boobs, massaging the foaming liquid on her hard nipples. When he saw her fill his demand, he smiled softly, pulling his cock free. She looked so innocent and so naughty at the same time, that it drove him crazy. His hand started stroking himself, watching carefully her actions.

“I think it’s time to spice up the things, but now you will decide where I would put this pretty thing” she showed to the camera a pastel pink dildo. “You have a choice between my mouth for hundred coins or my w really wet pussy for three a hundred coins, decide” she chuckled, kissing the top of fake penis.

The chat goes crazy again, but this time all viewers vote all the same. You could see excitement in her eyes as she saw how many people were watching and donating her stream right now. She probably didn’t expect that much attention, but she wasn’t complaining.

“Oh, wow guys! I wasn’t expecting that much of votes, but I guess my pussy won” she said, adjusting the camera a bit down to have down era clearly visible. “Before we start” she laid down on her stomach for a second. “Who wants a dedicated orgasm? If someone’s interested, send me good amount of coins” she winked, blowing a kiss to the camera.

When he heard it, he knew that he needed it to be fully satisfied. He doesn’t care about how much money he would need to shell out, after all, he was an actor who has a lot of cash to spend. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.

xxusername send 1000 coins

xxusername: I would love to hear you moan my name, while bouncing on this cock;) My name’s Jim.

He wasn’t that stupid to give his real name, first of all, it would be too obvious who he is, because his name is pretty unique, second of all, he wanted to feel anonymous just like all this people on the chat.

She gasped and smiled seeing this user again, she sat down on the floor, couldn’t understand how it’s possible that this guy had that much money to spend on her streams. She couldn’t have been more happy, that she decided to choose her.

“Jim, I- thank you so much” she blew a few kisses, “Of course I will moan your name with pleasure, Jim” her voice changed to more seductively, as she took vanilla flavour lubricant and squeezed liquid out on the silicon penis. She gently took her thongs off, and she started to touch herself to get into the right mood.

He went back to stroking his needy cock as he tried to imagine that she masturbate herself only for him. He wanted to imagine that his hand was in fact hers, and he would fuck her in a moment. He forgot about the fact that his family could hear him any moment, he was only focused on the silicone cock that disappeared in Daisy’s probably tight pussy. Hearing the sounds of her wetness mixed with pretty moans drove him crazy as he stroked himself faster. He has bitten his lips to stop himself from making sounds, because he didn’t want his wife to wake up.

“Mm. . .Jim I’m so close, I would love to have your dick was inside me right now, I know it would be so good” she moaned ‘his’ name just like she promised and that was the final push for him to cum all over his hand. He couldn’t remember when was the last he came that hard, during the masturbation. He couldn’t wait for their private meeting.

She also came on the pink dildo, with a quiet chuckle, she licked all of her juices from the silicone with a moan. She adjusted the camera on her face again smiling at the number of viewers.

“I hope you all enjoyed the show, because that’s all I had for you guys today, thank you for all the coins I appreciate your support. See you probably on Friday at the same time as always, kisses”

. . .

He was a total mess right now, so when he was incoming video call from Daisy, he felt kind of panic inside of him, but he knew that he needed to answer this call.

“Hello?” he heard this sweet voice of her and, he felt relieved from stress. “Why are you covering yourself, Jimmy? I want to see your handsome face” she said confused, all the guys always show up their faces, wanted her to praise their look, even if they had been very old grandpas. So the fact that he didn’t show his face, confused her.

“Sorry honey, your stream got me pretty wasted” he chuckled, so does she. “Can we postpone this meeting for tomorrow? I can pay you more”

“Oh my poor baby” she said with pity. “I’m glad you liked it, you were pretty active today” she chuckled. “And yes, I can call you tomorrow. Sleep well pretty boy” she said before ending the call.

Oh. . .he will definitely sleep well.

[whump-princess]

I wrote some self indulgent hero x villain lady Whump, both hero and villain are female contents: blood, near fatal injury (impalement), lady whump, building collapse/ bombing

——————- Hero flew down through the smoke and rubble, landed gracefully despite her aching body, her tight uniform ripped in multiple places, skin cut and bruised underneath. 

She looked down on Villain, her emotions battling each other. Usually it was a victory defeating the Villain, watching them run off back to their little layer to plot their next city bombing or power grid shutdown… But they never wanted to hurt them like this, never wanted to see them dead. 

But here they were, their arch nemesis on the brink of death. After the 40 story office building collapsed from the explosion, Hero had struck Villain down with the entirety of her supernatural power. They had expected Villain to bounce back up, recite their catchphrases and laugh menacingly. But they didn’t come back up. And when Hero flew down to search through the rubble, they came to find that Villain had been pinned, skewered on an exposed metal rod, it pierced their abdomen. 

“You got me…” Villain choked. Her skin was pale and clammy, each labored breath painfully shifted the rod in her body, for now the rod was keeping the blood from spewing out. 

Hero pulled off her mask revealing her face to Villain for the first time, she forced a brave expression despite the tears stinging her eyes. 

“I always imagined you were ugly under that mask…” Villain admitted, she paused to cough and sputter, blood stained her lips red and dribbled down her chin. “… But you’re beautiful.”

“Shut up,” the hero turned away to wipe her tears on the back of her sleeve. After a moment she turned back sporting her ursula brave expression this time with more determination than ever. 

“I’m gonna get you outta here…” 

Hero positioned herself over Villain and wrapped an arm around their back, the other cradled their head. 

“Ugh, just- just leave me to die in peace…” Villain pleaded. 

Hero pulled her up off of the rod and blood began to gush. Villain could feel the grooves of the rod as it slid through her body. She groaned and gritted her teeth, she refused to scream in front of her, even at her lowest moment; she was stubborn and full of pride even on the brink of death. 

She was freed from the rod and blood gushed out of either side of the wound. 

“You’re not going to die,” Hero reassured her. She realized Villain had passed out either from the pain or from the rapid blood loss. 

Hero placed her hand over the bleeding hole in Villain's stomach, her power radiated heat, the bleeding stopped and the hole began to close up into a large pink scar.

Hero knew this wasn’t a fix, the internal damage was immense and it would take a lot more time and energy for her to heal Villain. For now it would stop the bleeding until they could get them back home.

Hero flew their nemesis back to their own base, they would deal with police and press later.

[crazylittlejester]

I find it so funny how Impa didn't recognize Artemis while she was disguised as Sheik

Like, IMPA! SHE'S BASICALLY YOUR LITTLE SISTER, ADOPTIVE DAUGHTER IF YOU WILL! YOU LITERALLY TRAINED HER, HOW DID YOU NOT RECOGNIZE HER!?

And then when she was introducing herself as Sheik, even Warriors was like "dude you're being so suspicious right now.." HE LITERALLY SQUINTS HIS EYES! IT'S SO FUNNY TO WATCH BECAUSE SHEIK IS TRYING TO BE ALL MYSTERIOUS AND STUFF BUT HE JUST LOOKS SUSPICIOUS AND WEIRD

Also the fact that Artemis just quickly goes "hehe sorry for not saying anything Impa" is the funniest thing on the planet. I imagine that she was silently begging that Impa would forget the weeks long worrying (spoilers: she probably didn't)

It's even funnier when you take Mask into consideration because he definitely knew from day one who Sheik was. I like to think after the reveal, he just immediately bursted out laughing like a maniac because of how stupid the whole situation looked to him. He probably dangled it over poor Artemis's head so much

"Hey Zelda! Wanna see my drawing?"

"Hm? Oh yeah! Sure!"

"MASK I SWEAR TO THE GODDESSES!"

I’m also shocked Impa couldn’t figure it out, but in her defense, she was DEFINITELY under a lot of stress. Wars on the other hand is a complete and utter idiot, I’m not surprised at all that he sat there squinting like “huh… sheik looks really familiar…”

I bet you Zelda took off the face covering and Wars STILL didn’t get it until Artemis said out loud, “Link are you stupid- Hello??”

Mask was for sure sitting there giggling and kicking his feet the whole time. I can just imagine Wars going around whining “THE PRINCESS IS MISSING. SHEIK WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!” and Mask and Sheik just look at each other and try not to laugh

ALSO I LOVE YOUR DRAWING, THIS IS THE SECOND TIME YOUVE DRAWN SOMETHING IN MY ASKS AND I LOVE IT DUDE

[hydroj1ns]

belobog breeding society (part 2)

part 1 (natasha) here

cocolia begins to doubt her new legislation when she realizes that it applies to her too. well, it shouldn't be too hard, right? she was already a third of the way done!

however, it proves to be more difficult than she previously thought. even after slutting herself out to all the guards in the palace and gradually revealing more skin on her costume by widening her hip windows, lowering the upper hem of her front-piece to reveal more cleavage, and even opting to go pantyless under the sheer mesh of her outfit, she still can't seem to get pregnant.

luckily, when you suggest that she simply try her luck outside of the castle, an idea pops into her head. this leads to the great supreme guardian in only an inconspicuous cloak and a hard-to-take-off mask at a random pub in the underworld. the underworld, where there is no shortage of sketchy characters that think with their cocks.

so when she occupies a private stall with a handwritten sign reading "enter for easy fuck," there are hoards of people lining up outside. one after another, they are greeted by a masked cocolia, her legs spread on the table to reveal her blushy pink cunt with streams of white cum from previous strangers dripping onto the surface under her. by the end of the night -almost daybreak at this point- she is spent, tears leaking past the mask, white painting her breasts, thighs, tummy- everywhere. thankfully, the last patron who gave her their load generously plugged both her pussy and her ass to make sure the seed would take inside her womb.

hopefully cocolia wouldn't have to do this again. imagine if any of her advisors found out she was carrying a child of some underworld scum. but... with the feeling of hot cum sloshing inside her, she can't say it was unenjoyable.

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

Shadow and Bone: A Long Form Story in A Short Story Medium

One of the reasons the cancellation of Shadow and Bone hurt so much was because we spent two seasons properly developing the characters -- especially the Crows -- waiting for plot and character development that never had the time to pay off.

The writers wrote the show as if they would have time to introduce the characters and let them grow across multiple episodes and seasons. A smidge of characterization here. Plot. A dash of development there... They were telling a long form story, you know, as expected in television. And the reality is that streaming platforms in their limited episode number and even more restrictive number of seasons does not allow for slow but progressive story telling anymore.

Streaming story telling is short and concise. It demands self contained short stories and caps character growth to a single season, if not a single episode.

That's why it hurts so much that we never saw the six Crows together. Two seasons of establishing character, slowly but steadily setting up the plot, building toward the Ice Court Heist and subsequent events of Crooked Kingdom would be expected in a "normal TV series." But the mentality of streaming services is that if it doesn't happen in a single episode or season, then it won't happen at all.

Think of all the things in Shadow and Bone that were hinted but not directly addressed. Kaz stealing Jan Van Eck's DeKappel painting. Inej getting a lead on the name of the slavers that stole her from her family. Jesper's gambling addiction. Wylan's inability to read, but still being well educated. Matthias' affection for wolves and the importance of his ash tree. Nina defecting from Ravka.

All of these would have been addressed later if given the time.

Now think of all of the things that were hinted at and then the show came back and properly addressed within two seasons. Kaz's backstory, his gloves and haphephobia. Inej's indenture to the Menagerie and her desire for freedom not only for herself, but for other indentures. Jesper happily sharing a bed with a pretty face only to wind up in a stable relationship with a former one night stand. These story beats paid off because their progression felt natural. Earned. Elements were introduced and built upon.

Now imagine what could have been. Established big eater Nina refusing food as she recovers from parem. Former grisha hunter Matthias protecting Jesper and Kuwei, two grisha. Kaz removing his gloves and emotional armor for Inej. Jesper's carefree facade a mask to cover his personal pain and gambling addiction. Wylan's merchling identity revealed. Heck, let's take it a step farther and imagine the scared, hunched shoulders, trying to shrink himself as much as physically possible Wylan we first meet in season 2 bravely standing in front of his father and the merchant council to "read" a transfer of property document. The groundwork laid seasons 1 and 2 would have established these significant moments in order to give them the full weight and authority the deserved.

When fans mention scenes or dialog from the books that were bastardized in the show, like the Kanej bathroom scene taking place at Black Veil only to be interrupted by Nina, I'm not angry that scene wasn't a perfect replica of the scene from the book. Why? Because we were also supposed to get that perfect bathroom scene adaption one day and compare it to the earlier version to show character growth. Kaz unable to take his gloves off at Black Veil to help Inej tend her wounds to THE BATHROM SCENE where he takes off his gloves, bandages her, and kisses her neck.

Imagine the impact of Jesper casually telling Wylan, "I kinda like your face," to one day yelling, "I liked your stupid face," in anguish when Wylan takes Kuwei's appearance. These build ups were happening, they just needed more time.

The problem of Shadow and Bone being canceled was that the writers were creating a long form story in a medium of short story streaming. The two were never compatible, but that's not the writers, producers, or showrunner's fault. They were telling a story and attempting to do it well, not take shortcuts and cheat via dialog exposition. If given the chance, I think the writers and everyone involved in the show would have given the Crows characters more space to breathe, to simple be characters instead of rushing from plot point to plot point. After all, they filmed the deleted scenes of Jesper's and Inej's goodbye as well Jesper offering Wylan a key and moving in together. These moments were cut for plot pacing reasons, not character development reasons.

Netflix and streaming services are the problem because they have destroyed TV's long form story telling by demanding breakneck pacing, limited seasons and episodes to tell a story. Shadow and Bone's Crows were unfortunately a casualty of it.

[shoko-komi]

The Komi Report - Communication 431

This week in Komi Can't Communicate:

An alchemical elixir...

...and a settled score.

Read It: Mangareader Mangakakalot Viz Media (North America Exclusive) Mangadex (Dead, but there’s the backlog. And Spanish language updates, if you can read Spanish)

Oda has a knack for taking one-note characters and surprising you with moments of genuine pathos. He shifts the perspective, or the tone, or shines a light on them just so to reveal hidden depths.

In the last two chapters Fuki received that treatment. Fuki was introduced (Communication 325: Classmates) in the first crop of Year 3 classmates as "guy who's clumsy" and, although funny, seemed destined (to me) to be one those characters who exists to fill out a crowd and appear occasionally for variations of their one joke. An important kind of character, but not particularly interesting.

But then when the time was right, Oda took us inside Fuki's head and the joke became an intimate struggle; a boy's furious battle against the limitations of his own body, and the shame he lays on himself.

Oda didn't give Fuki any new traits. He just changed the perspective a little, and now you're feeling emotional about "guy who's clumsy". It's a simple trick used to great effect; one that Oda uses often (with Ogiya and Emoyama in recent times. Although they each received more substantial development). In a series that, by necessity, has a LOT of characters, you have to be efficient in the way you use them without sacrificing the quality of the storytelling. In my opinion, Oda handles his small army of a cast exceedingly well.

Makeru Yadano was introduced aaaalllllll the way back in Communication 20: Fitness Test and became Komi's 4th (FOURTH) friend. She's as venerable as it gets.

Yadano's trait is that she's fiercely competitive, and the joke is that she always loses (or is trying to sell an absurd food that no one wants to eat. Benujit Spopo my beloved). I love Yadano, and now, after 411 chapters since she first appeared, we've gotten a look into her heart...

but first!

This guy is an alchemist? Some kind of potion-brewing wizard??

Don't ever let Komi take a chemistry class this girl will drink the experiments. This girl is thirsty for brews and concoctions. She walks up to snake-oil salesmen and orders 12 shots.

Alright I love this guy. He decanted some monster energy into a test tube and acted mysterious about it because everyone at Itan is a drama dork

Brief Kawai appearance I can't let her go without saying hello

I'm going to use Netsuno's appearance as a reason to bring up how Oda never forgets a character!!! Even a character like "lady who really needs a tissue" has reappeared multiple times (in outstanding chapters, no less). In this instance we see Netsuno and Komi training together and without it being said outright you can imagine that they've been going for runs regularly even after Netsuno graduated.

What makes Komi's world feel so lively is how inhabited it feels. Komi doesn't add someone to her Book of Friends and then forget about them, they actually become friends who stay in touch. Anywho... it's about time I got to the main event.

This is exactly what I was hoping for after that serious look on her face at the end of Com 430.

You take the character, you take the joke, you twist them around a little. For the first time, Yadano is being honest with herself and with us.

"I'll pretend to be frustrated"? Was it a mask the whole time??? A defense mechanism to disguise her crumbling self esteem????? You take the character... you twist them... twist them... twist...

...and suddenly they aren't so comical anymore. They're human.

The way the tension builds is phenomenal. For the first time you think she might actually pull it off... and you want her to!! Maybe I'm just a drama dork myself... but I felt so in this moment.

A brief aside to note this little Hiki moment Oda slipped in. Love this.

And then the tension's relieved with a gag asjdnoasjdnoas. Of course Yadano didn't win. I wanted her to, I thought maybe she might, but of course she didn't. A victory here would have undermined the sad beauty of the struggle.

Everything about this race sequence is incredible to me. Part of Komi's trouble with connecting to people has always been her inability to work out what other people are thinking or feeling. Which is part of why Tadano was/is the perfect person to help her; empathy being his superpower and all. So Komi here realizing what Yadano needs, or rather, doesn't need from her is a show of... growth? Maturation? I'm not sure what. But it's interesting.

Phew!!! I love this chapter!! And I've said a lot more in this Komi Report than usual! In the past I've mostly made my goofs and said little more, but recently I resolved to have a go at expressing all my various serious thoughts. The nature and structure of The Komi Report is sort of a living thing. That's how I roll... 😎

See you next week!

[o0owolfwrit3ro0o]

Thoughts about how different The Walking Dead: The Final Season would go regarding Sophie...

@spacedlexi @twdteacakes @pi-creates @thealexchen @badgersighted

This is something I put some thought into before, and that's what would happen if Sophie didn't die and had lived in the Final Season.

(This is really one of the Beta looks for Minerva, but I always imagined this is how Sophie would look if she appeared.)

Suffer the Children - James has an accomplice who goes by the name Frida, never takes off her mask, only talks in a low whisper with very few words. She's also come to believe that there are still people in walkers as she assists James in helping Clementine and AJ survive the night and escort them back to the school.

Broken Toys - Frida isn't with James at first when Clem and AJ look to them for help on the raid, and will show up in the midst of Clem either distracting or killing walkers while James is looking for his mask and takes over by luring them all away. She's not with James when first meeting the kids, but arrives just as they applied the guts on themselves. "Herd is here... Tread carefully... Save friends..."

When Lilly takes AJ and Minerva is arguing with Clem and Violet/Louis, they all hear a loud, "Shhh" and Minerva sees Frida standing just outside the door facing downwards with a finger to her lips, menacingly. Slowly, she takes off her mask and drops it. Stepping through the door and into the light, she reaches for a ballcap, places it backwards on her head and lifts her head up to reveal who she is as she is looking directly at Minerva with a glare, "Hello... Sister."

Everyone is obviously surprised to see that Sophie is still alive. It turns out she's been going by the name Frida because the name is based on the famous artist Frida Kahlo, given how she was known to be an artsy person, and she survived thanks to James and has been traveling with him back to the school all this time while learning to be a Whisperer, but could never muster the courage to return to the school out of fear of how Marlon and/or the Raiders would retaliate if they saw her.

As Sophie approaches her twin, Minerva is in so much shock, she doesn't raise her weapon and barely forms proper sentences together until she tries to justify herself again right before Sophie snatches the crossbow and smacks her down with a backfist, loudly berating her for trying to kill her and choosing the Delta over her and Tenn. She then opens the cell Violet/Louis are in, and Minerva protests saying that she's gonna get them all killed until Sophie bashes her with the crossbow just as Clem is freed. If Louis wasn't saved in the previous episode, he'll watch in pure disbelief. If Violet wasn't saved, she will try to intervene, but is stopped by Clem and Louis. Sophie will then tell them to free the others and get out while they still can, and as for Minerva, she'll say they've got plenty of lost time to make up on as she grabs her twin and starts dragging her away as Minerva is screaming in protest as she fades out in the halls.

Take Us Back - Sophie finds Clem with AJ and Tenn just as the other kids have escaped, and after a brief hug with her little brother, she leads them to the cave with James waiting for them if he survived. Inside, they find Minerva is tied up and bruised by her twin. If James is still alive, Sophie will side with Clem and AJ about killing Lilly, that they did what they had to do and stop him from trying to take AJ, but won't like it when AJ says he liked killing Lilly. If James is dead, she'll be saddened and tell Clementine she should've had AJ kill her when he had her at his mercy, regardless of whatever reason she had not to.

When Tenn sees Minerva, at first he'll wonder why Sophie did this to their sister, and then she'll have Minerva tell him herself what she had done. Tenn will have a hard time understanding why she tried to kill their sister, her own twin, why she never tried to come back to them and had them believing that Sophie died a hero like she claimed. Minerva will then claim that she knows what she did was wrong, but they're all together again and can be a family again. Sophie is quick to berate her on how that didn't seem to matter at all when she chose the Delta as her family and tried to murder her after all her attempts to convince her to escape and get back to their brother. That unlike her, she had given up. Clem can join in the argument either showing Minerva pity or scolding her for stabbing them in the back and for telling her to let the Raiders take everyone. At one point, Clem can even have a choice to hit Minerva hard as payback for cold-cocking her and say, "Hurts, doesn't it?"

Sophie is indecisive as to what she wants to do with Minerva, not really knowing if she wants to kill her or give her another chance because she's her twin even if she doesn't deserve it, and turns to Clementine to hear what she thinks. Clem is then given the choice to either leave her for the walkers or keep her as their prisoner.

After the decision is made, depending on what Clem says to James if he's is still alive, he'll either stay behind to fight off the walkers or leave everyone while feeling betrayed by Sophie. Upon leaving the cave, they'll run into either Violet or Louis, who will then have their own proper reunion with Sophie. She'll even be supportive with Clem's romantic relationship with either of them. And if Minerva is still with them, they'll voice their disappointments in how she lied and betrayed them. And then, upon reaching the bridge, there are many walkers on both sides and the decisions from earlier have their consequences.

Take Minerva as prisoner - Minerva spots an axe, breaks free of her bonds to grab it and Tenn with the axe held to his neck in attempt to take him with her and 'go home' back to Delta, and a fight ensues to stop her while getting across the bridge filled with walkers. This results in Clem getting her leg slashed and Minerva shot in the head by Sophie's remaining bolt. Sophie jumps with Clem over the bridge and Violet/Louis try to get Tenn away from Minerva's dead body as she is being devoured, but he won't budge and the choice to trust AJ with the hard calls or not comes into play as he can either shoot Tenn to save Violet/Louis or tell them to throw him over, but then they get devoured.

Leave Minerva to die - Clem spots an axe and takes it as they try the same tactic with walker guts to get through, but just as they stealthily make it over the truck, Tenn's foot gets stuck through the floor and the noise alerts the horde. While trying to free him and get across the bridge, the choice to trust AJ with the hard calls or not comes into play as he can either shoot Tenn to save Sophie or hesitate just as Sophie manages to save him, but then get devoured.

After the encounter on the bridge, Clem and AJ will then be separated from;

Sophie and Violet

Sophie and Louis

Sophie and Tenn

Tenn and Violet

Tenn and Louis

In the epilogue if Sophie is still alive, she arrives to grab Clem's hat for AJ. And if Tenn is alive, they talk with AJ about how Tenn wants AJ to show him how to be more like him and be less naive. Sophie wanted to hear his thoughts before deciding. AJ can either agree or let him keep being an artist.

If Tenn is dead, AJ will ask if she hates him, have the choice to apologize or justify his decision to save her/Violet/Louis and Sophie ultimately decides to forgive him. They will then see Tenn as a walker. She'll be sad seeing her little brother like this and knows she has to put him down, but doesn't know if she can as she raises her crossbow. AJ can either encourage her, offer to do it for her, or lure Tenn away so she doesn't have to kill him.

Back at the school, Sophie is happy to finally be home with everyone again while trying to get back into painting and is grateful to Clem for all she's done to lead everyone.

Whew! This went on longer than I anticipated it to. But this is all just my thoughts on how it would go if Sophie were still alive and appeared in the game. Let me know what your thoughts are on this and if you have thoughts of your own on how you think the story would differ if Sophie was alive. Follow up question, how likely would you have guessed that Frida was actually Sophie?

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Alright next chapter of Holy Mary is LIVE!

Thank you all again for your patience as I get this out. Life has definitely been rough and stressful, but we are powering through!

Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 7: The Way to Forgiveness

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Mildly NSFW belong the cut!

The agonizing heat of Summer was finally beginning to relent. The suggestion of Autumn presenting in the day’s cooler breeze, as Mary sat by herself on the balcony. It was the first time she had ventured out there alone. Happy for a moment of the sun on her face and the gentle wind blowing through her hair. 

Out there in the quiet, she could let go. A moment in time where she felt like a normal woman. A happy, and in love, expectant mother—not an excommunicated nun carrying a child conceived in ill repute. Mary wept, tears spilling over her cheeks as she held a sad smile on her face. Her eyelids pressed tightly closed as she brought her hand to her belly, feeling her child move. 

She opened her eyes again to take it all in, the view was beautiful. Mary stood at the rail, staring out over the whole of the Abbey grounds. Her eyes delighting in the sight of Primo’s garden. The vibrant colors from the plants and late summer blooms—breathtaking to behold. This strange and dark place, slowly revealing its soft underbelly to her. Sharing its warmth with her, like a welcoming embrace. The Abbey was now beginning to feel like home.

Mary began to daydream. Closing her eyes as she pictured a future she hoped to achieve. The promise and wish to be happy once more. Visions of her child running across the field with Terzo. Both of them, rough and tumbling in the spot just below her on the grounds. Smiling and waving up at her from where they played. Her heart—so full of love, a love that all three of them would share. 

It was then, the imaginings began to waiver. Dissolving images of her child-to-be and her lover, now replaced by a blinding light and that voice returning to her. Mary cowered from it, bringing her hands to her eyes as if she could block it out. The voice, starting as a quiet whisper, but beginning to grow louder and louder until Mary could deny it no more. The wounds on her hands and scalp stinging as the words from phantom lips came fully into focus. 

It is a shame that you have strayed so far into darkness. So far that you shun my light.

Mary shook her head as if she could somehow shrug off the words. The voice continued on, repeating it itself again. Telling her she had sinned and would be eternally damned for her transgressions. It replayed her visions, masked now with the threat of terror. Her child and Terzo, rained upon by fire and ash. 

Mary could no longer stand it. Even her soul felt as if it were tearing apart. Mary wanted to scream at the top of her lungs as the continued its torment of her. How was this the loving God she once gave her life in service of. 

“Why are you doing this to me? Do I really deserve this as punishment?” she asked, holding out her hands, blood dripping once more from her palms. Mary couldn’t help but cry, dropping to her knees as she wept. The baby, continuing to kick away inside her when the voice carried on. Its tone changed as if it had taken offense at her words. 

This is no punishment, Lamb. This is a gift…a gift to remind you that you are loved by him—by me. The marks of my son bestowed upon you, are to remind you of your chance at salvation…should you only choose to return to the light. Turning away from the darkness. The darkness that you have chosen to allow inside yourself. 

“But I didn’t choose all this…” Mary began as the light shone brighter, the voice calling out once more, before allowing her to continue. Ringing her ears with a timbre of fury and anger. 

YOU CHOSE TO FORNICATE WITH HIM. ABANDON YOUR VOWS FOR SINS OF THE FLESH….AND WITH THAT CHOICE YOU HAVE CONCEIVED EVIL IN YOUR WOMB. 

“My lord, I have sinned. I won’t pretend that I haven’t, but I beg of you…” Mary whimpered, her voice quivering with her words, “I beg that you please forgive me. Please Father, allow me back into your grace. To once again feel your love.”

I have told you what you need to do to be forgiven. That as Abraham, you have been called upon to make a sacrifice. To prove yourself worthy of my love once more. You have chosen not to listen—to defy me. 

Mary knew what the voice was saying. As long as she carried her child to term, she would be left to burn. Removed from the light of God forever and never to return. She understood that this would be her only way to salvation, but the mere thought of it horrified her down to her core. 

“I thought all children were blessings, Father? That all of them are innocent and deserving of love. Why not this child?” she asked. She remembered that day in town. Clearly seeing Terzo’s devilish smile as he walked beside her and they saw the group of children. Little did she know how that same interaction would come back now to haunt her. She clenched the fabric of her dress tightly in her fists. The blood from her palms, staining her dress as her chest began aching with the notion of anything happening to her child. This small little life she had already begun to love with her whole heart. 

This child is unlike any other Mary. This child is the—

“Sorella?” A voice came from behind her, different from the one that called from above. Suddenly the Heavenly voice of contempt was gone, and she opened her eyes to see Secondo staring back at her as he attempted to help her up from the floor of the balcony. 

“Oh Secondo?” she said, a bit unsure if she’d remembered his name. Secondo had helped her get her bearings and brought her over to sit with him at the small bench near the balcony’s entrance. 

“Mary…might I call you that?”

“Of course.” she told him. It was odd to be alone with him. Wondering what if anything he had seen or heard. Mary wouldn't have to wait long to find out. He looked down at her dress, noticing the blood there and the stains from the bandages of her palms. 

“Are you alright? Who were—?” he began to ask her. Immediately Mary panicked, trying to stand up and perhaps run away. Surely this meant he knew everything and that he would tell Terzo. As she went to leave, Secondo pulled back on her wrist. Turning her back to face him—Mary realizing he would get his answer. 

“Maybe—I am not sure.” she admitted. Secondo took her hands in his and turned her palms up to the sky as he spoke.

“We should get these re-bandaged Mary; you’ve got blood all over your dress and if this disturbed me…well I can only imagine how Terzo would feel to find you this way.”

“Yes of course…I suppose I should go get them tended to but…I—I’m just so confused.”

“I can imagine. What with all the…” Secondo commented, pausing to look down at Mary’s bump. He swallowed back. Wondering if she could see his envy seeping through him. Pissed at the universe, and the Devil himself, that the child was not his own.

It wasn’t enough that Terzo had fathered the Antichrist, but that he had done so with a goddess. A vision of beauty and gentleness that Secondo couldn’t help but covet. He was in awe of her. The more time he spent watching over her, the more unsure he felt of telling her the truth.

The truth of her child’s future and of his brother’s involvement. Wondering if he should confess Terzo’s sins. Tell her that his brother intentionally did all of this to her, pulling her away from the God she so desperately sought to love her.    

Mary could see it in his face. A troubled and conflicted visage held before her. He was the most mysterious of all those she had met at the Abbey. His cold and distant demeanor, keeping even the bravest of creatures and siblings on their toes. 

He seemed lost to her. Sometimes more lost than Mary herself. She had wondered what he was thinking. Especially now as she pondered whether or not he had seen her speaking to thin air. 

“Mary…” Secondo began once more, pulling her back from her thoughts, “...who were you talking to just now?” he asked her, seeing that she had visibly calmed down from whatever was troubling her. Her body language, becoming more relaxed after sitting back down beside him on the bench. 

“I—I have been talking to someone but…” 

“But what?”

“I am not sure who…I mean…what I mean to say is that I think they are Metatron.” she explained, watching the growing look of concern spreading across Secondo’s face. Now this was an unexpected, but interesting turn of events he thought to himself. Secondo, wondering if the Almighty was actually reaching out to Mary and if the truth had already been revealed to her.  

“God? You were talking to the voice of God?” he asked her.

“I…I think so. He says he loves me and that all this is happening for a reason.” Mary said, holding up her hands still weeping from the wounds.

“Oh Mary, we really should get you inside and get these cleaned up.” Secondo again suggested, only this time he stood up and held out his hand. Offering to help Mary help off the bench. When she stood up, Mary felt a searing pain spread across her back. Over and over like burning hot switches were being struck against her skin. Mary collapsed forward into Secondo’s arms, losing control of her balance with a final hit. Secondo held her tight in his arms as she wailed in pain, the blood covering her back as new wounds had appeared. 

“Oh cazzo! We need some help!” he yelled, a group of ghouls bounding out onto the balcony to heed them. Terzo and Primo, not far behind them. When Terzo reached them, Secondo was still holding on to Mary. Both of them, covered in Mary’s blood. 

“What happened?!” Terzo yelled, quickly taking Mary from his brother and into his arms. 

“She—she received another Stigmata wound.” was all Secondo could say before everyone had whisked her away. Terzo, running quickly beside the ghouls with Mary in his arms, leaving Secondo there on the balcony all alone. He stood there, almost too dumbfounded to move. Secondo’s thoughts swirling as the urge to hold Mary still lingered in his arms. 

It was now hours since Mary’s blood had been mopped away from the halls that led from the Papal suites and into the infirmary. Only the wet floor signs left to prove anything had taken place. She was resting now in her infirmary bed. Her pain, dulled by drugs and a mixture of Primo's medicinal herbs. 

Terzo had only left her side to speak with the physician in the hall a moment before returning, so as not to disturb her. He grabbed the uncomfortable chair that sat on the opposite side of the room and pulled it up close beside her bed. Slumping down into it, with his head held in hands. 

He had trouble looking at her there as she slept, knowing that he was the reason why. His eyes began wandering over the room. A room that had grown all too familiar in the past few weeks. It had recently been filled with flowers in shimmering glass vases. Always the same ones, freshly picked from the garden to liven up the sterile feel of the room.

Terzo was getting tired of smelling them. Their scent, reminding them of his continued torment. Watching helplessly on the sidelines, while the woman he had fallen in love with suffered by the work of his own hands. But there he sat, once again taking in their perfume while he battled inside himself with what to do next. 

When will this end? How can I stop it? Will she die? Will the baby—. His thoughts, interrupted by Primo's guiding hand on his shoulder. 

"Fratellino…this is not your fault." Primo said, attempting to comfort Terzo in his hour of need. Terzo placed his hand over Primos and began to cry, trying to sniffle back but to no avail. 

"I have done this to her. This is all my fault." He confessed, tears leaving a stream of gray down through his Papal paints. 

"You have done nothing of the sort. This is her own God doing this. The Stigmata are his marks, not Lucifer's. All you did was love her fratellino…and she loved you back."

"But that's just it. It is my doing that has placed her at the forefront of God's wraith and she doesn't even truly know why." Terzo cried, looking over at Mary as she slept away, still unaware of the part she'd been doomed to play. 

"You must tell her. She deserves to know." Primo beseeched him. His concern, written painfully in the lines of his face.

"I can't, I just can't…how do I tell her something like that Primo. She's a fucking Catholic nun for Lucifer's sake." Terzo blurted out, unable to control his emotions. Terzo quieted himself a moment as he heard Mary stir in her sleep. "I can't bear the thought of losing her. She would never forgive me for this. I have already messed up so much." he continued on. Primo could feel the pain in his heart, but he needed Terzo to know what they were up against.

"I fear that eventually, when the time comes…" Primo began, trying to gather his nerve to say the words aloud. Terzo looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

"What Primo? What? Tell me now or quiet your prophetic tongue." Terzo snapped. Primo took no offense, he was hurting, and the words Primo would speak would only make that pain worse.

"The final stigmata wound. It is the one of the spear. That wound, Fratellino, if she receives it, will kill her and the child."

Notes:

The mention of Abraham, for those who aren't aware is in reference to the story of Abraham and Isaac from the Bible in which God told Abraham to sacrifice Issac, his only son, to prove his faith in God.

[lesbiannancytruther]

ronance circus au

okay guys... i know that this sounds a little crazy... silly if u will... but this au SPOKE to me and i must talk about it right now

for some basics of the au: the upside down does not exist, some ages are messed around with as in how old some of the characters are when certain events happen, and in the present day both nancy and robin are 22. also imagine this circus is cruelty free fuck actual circuses.

okay disclaimers out of the way lets get clowning

starting with nancy: imagine... u ran away at 14 with ur little brother from ur reagan stan parents because they suspected you were a lesbian after ur best friend died (they were right but still fuck them) and always thought your brother was a bit homosexual, they were gonna send you away anyways so you run off to indianapolis and encounter the fucking circus bro! at first them seeking help in the circus almost gets them sent home since this ragtag circus doesn’t want to be responsible for a missing persons report, but they see these desperate kids who just want to be themselves and they let them stay under the condition that they lay low.

originally it wasn’t nancy’s plan to join the circus, just earn some money doing small jobs so that she could support herself and mike, but being surrounded by the world’s miscellaneous treasures tends to get you to reveal any talents you have early. nancy is found to have insanely good aim. she hardly had to practice to nail darts, then throwing knives, then axes, then arrows, and eventually she’s nothing short of a sharpshooter. at this point she’s sixteen, and the circus unanimously agrees that they want her to join the show, but they want her to wear a mask to keep her identity somewhat a secret, and she readily agrees, because masks are cool and she gets to perform.

u thought i was only gonna give nancy one specialty but ur wrong. she’s too awesome for that. this thought was inspired by one thing: nancy using a fucking WHIP. that’s right, lion tamer nancy with a TWIST.

obviously nancy doesn’t want to mistreat animals, it was never gonna be an act she’d even remotely consider before an unseen chain of events. the lions give birth and she takes part in the process on volunteer basis and basically gets imprinted on by the cubs. a male and female, and they latch onto her like nobody’s business. they only let her touch them on a regular basis and eventually, when they’re old enough to, just follow her around. she’s always had a soft spot for animals and having lions follow her around is So Sick, so she accepts them with open arms and they grow up together. at one point, somebody suggests she makes an act out of it. she’s talented at showy whipcracking and has even messed with fire, why not put on a show and pretend to be a lion tamer? it goes off really well, nancy looks awesome and the lions like the attention, and this particular show of hers becomes a fan favorite.

also in general i think nancy is a bit of a different person because of this? as well as mike, she’s way more free with her feelings and who she is, i think she’s way more open to being vulnerable and expressing how she feels than she is in canon because she was freed from such an oppressive household and put into an environment that was nothing but self expression.

the lion’s names are vasir and shiva :)

onto robin! robin is also a runaway, but she ran away at 17 and it took her a few months to really end up with the circus after running away since she wasn’t questioned nearly as much as nancy and mike would have been. robin’s desire to run away is less her strange and dysfunctional parents but more hawkins, this oppressive monster of a small town that she can’t stand anymore. she can’t be anyone she really wants to be in hawkins without being ripped apart. think operation croissant but she sees europe as unattainable so instead she runs off to the big city nearby instead, living very small paycheck to very small paycheck before impulsively joining the circus as a stagehand after seeing they were looking for new help, desperate to travel.

she starts by operating the box office, selling corndogs, working backstage, selling merchandise, sweeping, all supportive stuff, but the career on it’s own isn’t super fulfilling. she actually loves the circus, all of the acts are mesmerizing and it’s probably one of the only places in the world where there isn’t any judgement, where she’s very tentatively herself. she makes good friends, slowly blending more into the performers circle than the other stagehands since the performers tended to be more eccentric. it doesn’t take long for her to be on a first name basis with everyone, except for one performer. the masked lion tamer, with a killer aim and a laugh that lights up a room.

robin has seen her multiple times of course, even been in group conversations involving her, but she’s never spoken to her directly and no one really mentions her by name, and it doesn’t take long for robin to notice that pretty much everyone is keeping something from her. it doesn’t seem malicious, but it’s definitely suspicious, and she settles on finding it out with time, because she’s just been offered to join the show as a background clown after showing interest.

safe to say robin excels, she’s insanely good at physical comedy and is always pretty eye catching for her seamless mesh of actual talent and genuine clumsiness. eventually she’s given more elaborate costumes and makeup and is given more time to solo, she figures out juggling and starts doing more skits in bigger segments of the show, which was actually pretty daunting at first but she quickly fell into it when it was clear people liked what she did.

okay this is so long i’ll get into the actual ronance bits in another post if people are interested???