#STOP THAT IMPOSTOR BASTARD

[monsterkitties]

[bonefall]

So- since Ivypool is becoming deputy, (and like, the fact you don't rewrite until an arc is done and the full book won't be out for a month aside), how likely would it be for her to use her rank as an excuse to confront Dovewing, seeing as she couldn't before as a regular warrior? Imagine being a ShadowClan apprentice who accidentally went over the border catching a frog and Ivypool marches you back to camp- you're thinking about how annoyed your mentor will be when Ivypool's conversation with Heartstar is over. But no, miss ma'am starts trying to talk to Dovewing who's already walking away from her and doesn't even mention your slipup, and is about to start a screaming match with your leader 💀

I went blank as soon as I hit "How likely would it be for her to use her rank as an excuse to confront Dovewing" because I already know EXACTLY what I'm gonna tell you, but hangon, lemmie read the rest of the ask too

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YEP

IM SO EXCITED BB!IVYPOOL IS GOING TO BE SO PETTY

GIRLIE Dovewing DOES NOT want to talk to you, but Ivypool just lost a whole baby to the impostor. Dovewing will also lose a baby. Ivypool wants to bond with her sister over this because she misses her so, so much,

And Dovewing wants NONE of it. She doesn't want to reconcile. She doesn't want the drama that Ivypool is going to cause trying to get to her. HEARTSTAR is going to be doing everything in her power to try and stop this. OH my god. This is about to get SO annoying for these poor bastards. I love this.

Ivypool, spiritual successor of her great-great grandfather Redtail down to the bushy tail and drill sergeant shout, but 3x as petty. Angry that Dovewing left her. Wanting to apologize for supporting the impostor early on. Missing the brief period of closeness they had as allies opposing him. Not willing to believe that Dovewing really, truly does not want her back in her life

This poor apprentice utterly confused because they missed all the posts on the deep lore, just seeing a Category 5 Woman Moment brewing right in the center of the camp between Dove "I can't hear you and don't want to" Wing, Heart "Ma'am This Is A Family Establishment You Need To Leave" Star, and Ivy "I never met a grudge I wasn't willing to hold" Pool.

MESSY GIRLS LET'S GO

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Star Romp x reader? Hardly see any romp x reader and those guys are very underrated. Also I think this counts as Star Romp x reader x Romps too??? Idk 🤷

Reader just befriends some romps and Star Romp allows them to be among them. Romps like reader so they follow them around like guard dogs. They like reader a lot too.

Rompin around

There was always whispers of something like grunts, but something was off about them. Perpetual smiles, exposed eyes and a weird uniformity to them. Grunts came in different shapes and sizes, colours and completions, but these uncanny valley look-alikes had no diversity to them. Little was really known about them, other than the fact that in large enough packs, they were lethal.

In the middle of nowhere, sweating while looking under the hood of your truck, broken down without proper means to fix your busted engine, or a way to contact your allies back at base, you were stuck.

Ram kept saying he'd get around to fixing up your truck, but he was an equally skilled mechanic as he was a lazy bastard. When you got back, you'd shove a wrench up his a-

Something shuffled near you, catching your attention. A blur of grey peeking out from a dying shrub, which quickly ducked down when it realised you spotted it. "Hey, wait." You wiped sweat from your grey forehead as you wandered over, and felt a pit rise in your stomach as this faux grunt stared back at you.

The lack of cross on it's face was disturbing, pictures didn't come close to the real thing. "Uh... I don't suppose you know any place with a radio or phone or something?"

The neutral look on its face changed to a slight smile, and in a preformative way, it gestured to a run down and almost crumbling building. Another thing of note, none of these impostors spoke, a collective muteness. You wondered if they were a failed clone offshoot from the Agency.

"In there?" You looked over at it, bile in your throat as it nodded, gesturing for you to follow it, seemingly with desperation. This didn't seem entirely safe. At least those who died to a hoard went quickly, even if they made a mess. You kept the wrench in hand, the other resting on your holstered weapon.

"Okay... I don't really have a choice but to trust you I guess."

The building smelled old, dust settling on every surface, seemingly abandoned and forgotten to time. You made a mental note of the spots of dried blood on the floor, aged, but still a grim warning.

The creature brought you into a slightly more pristine looking room, carefully cleaned as much as possible. This was more of a living space, the odd blanket and cushion laying around.

Your guide stopped in front of a wall, hand reaching out to touch a crack in the surface. You backed up as the wall started to crack and crumble, fearing the whole building would crash down on you, but something appeared behind the wall.

A star with the same weird face on it's surface glanced down at you, before it's lips curled up, showing needle like teeth poking from black gums. "A visitor... It's been so long since we had a visitor..." She had a feminine voice, despite the thick black moustache lining her top lip. "What brings you here... Visitor?"

This wasn't the uncanny valley anymore, this was the nightmare gorge.

"M-m-my car..."

The Star laughed, but it was forced and wrong. "Of course.... My car. I love riding in the my car." How she'd phrased it meant you knew for sure this thing hadn't seen a car, let alone been inside one before. "Has your my car stopped functioning?" Star tilted her head slightly, and the creature next to you copied her movement.

"Yes... He.." You pointed a shaky finger at the stranger next to you. "suggested that there was a radio or something to help me here."

"Wilf.... Yes... I can help make everything better. It's what I do, right Wilf?" The stranger nodded his head enthusiastically.

"I will help you, if you help me." The Star looked back to you, her eyes bright and wide, a hint of malicious intent in her narrow pupils.

You couldn't comprehend why you asked the following question. "How can I help?"

The Star grinned, showing off sharp yellowed teeth. "Return to us often... Bring something new... Interesting for my children to investigate. Should you fail to return...." Her face changed, distorted and evil, the mask of kindness well and truly off. "We will find you...... And it will be slow... And painful..."

That'd been two months ago, and you were heading back again to the ROMP den. Wilf was standing out by the road, waving at you in his normal, unsettling way. You'd grown slightly used to it, but the uncanny valley lingered.

You'd come to study the ROMPs, realising how they worked like wild dogs. They hunted together, teeth and claws, and makeshift weapons used to take down prey which was torn apart and shared. You'd been offered a few pieces now and then, which you kindly declined.

He greeted you in his usual way, bashing his forehead against your shoulder with a closed mouth smile, and you followed him into the lair. In the depths of the den was a pile of soft things, from torn up clothing, to old moth-eaten blankets, mix matched cushions and pillows among other things.

The ROMPs slept in a pile on their soft mountain, something you'd introduced to them when bringing a pillow once. Each perked up and rolled towards you, greeting you excitedly in their usual mute fashion. Sleeping together for warmth, another piece of their dog-like behaviour.

Family bonds were strong with the ROMPs, and you started to realise they'd accepted you as their own.

The Star appeared in the crack in the wall. "Hello friend." She greeted you in her same off-putting voice, at least she now called you a friend. "What have you brought for us today?"

"It's a special kind of picture." You smiled, setting down a jigsaw box. "It's in multiple little pieces, and you put them together and it makes a full picture. This one's a horse. At least that's what the box says, I haven't seen a horse before."

Wilf rested his head on your shoulder, watching your moves intently. "Like this piece, this is a corner, so you find them and set them down. And then you work on sorting the edge pieces, so you can make a foundation to work on."

You felt warmth as the group curled up around you, well and truly accepted by them. One laid over your lap, stretching out and going limp, clearly still tired but wanting to be in your presence. The exhaustion seemed to pass into you as well, and before too long, you'd laid back on a pile of pillows and soon dozed off among your friends.

[catgirl-catboy]

🌸, 👛,🕷️ , and ♟️??

🌸 a ship others dislike but you don’t?

Most of them, tbh. My thing is toxic ships, so my tastes and the fandoms are pretty incompatible.

I'll give an example for each fandom bc why not?

Danganronpa: Junkan!!!

Ace Attorney: Phantomquill (also pretty much any fey family ship ;) )

One Piece: Robinlu

Vivziepop: Alastor x Niffty, mutual-ish radiostatic

Madoka Magica: Sayaka and Kyosuke

👛 your favorite rare pair?

Do crossover ships count? I'm the only person I know of who ships Junko x Kanade from Super Danganronpa Another 2. It'd be so fucked up, but I want to see who would win and mindbreak the other first.

🕷️a character you feel is underrated?

so so so many I can't pick one. Have one for each fandom again I'm so sorry

One Piece: Gin from Baratie arc! Also Shirahoshi (best princess don't @ me.)

Homestuck: Aradia and Jake! them. kissing them on the head. Jade also.

Danganronpa: Hifumi and Impostor. I love them.

Ace Attorney: MINI MINEY!!! my personal favorite culprit, and she gets reduced to proto-Dahlia when she's so much more than that.

Vivziepop: Give Velvette more screen time I beg of thee.

Madoka: Kyubey. He's a stinky bastard man, but the fact he's not just a 'for the evulz' character is so intersting to me! Also he's cute and I want a plushie of him.

♟️a character you feel is overrated?

Here comes the Salt Zone, I'm so sorry

One Piece- Chopper.

Ace Attorney- Edgeworth. I love the man, but stop putting him in fucking everything. Give someone else a chance for a cameo.

Danganronpa- Kiyo. Even his haters hate him for the wrong reasons.

Vivziepop- Octavia. She doesn't have much of a distinct personality from Loona and I think her design is very uncreative.

Homestuck- Going for the low hanging fruit here, but John and Dave. I love them, but please stop overshadowing your friends who I love slightly more :3

[krysmcscience]

Get ready for Amogus Spam!!!

Characters belong to @crinklytinfoil - I just came up with the designs and outfits~ All appearance details are taken directly from either the fics themselves (which, as always, approach with caution and MIND THE TAGS) or the comments sections of said fics, though I have also relentlessly poked Crinkle IRL for additional details, such as each character's name and individual fashion sense...or lack thereof (Finnegan) XD

(If you want to read the fics, keep in mind that you will need to be signed in to an Ao3 account first! And again - MIND THE TAGS! Shit gets dark FAST.)

The Skeld bois! The fucked up crew that started it all~ Only like five actual decent human beings on this crew, and all but one of them fukken DIED, lmao. (Congrats on surviving, Devon, you used to be Kind Of An Asshole but you got better. XD) Clark is such an Obvious Dad - it's why he had to die first, he was the only thing keeping shit together, True Facts, sorry you had to find out this way. <:/ Adam is so Fishing, I bet he fantasizes about having a trout boyfriend girlfriend in his spare time. :) Brown is Babby (stabby-babby), but we all knew that already. And then there's wannabe High Class Fuckboi Purple and his emo "boyfriend", yaaaay, can't wait to find out how Purple dies or anything like that, noooo... All that aside, White's outfit makes me want to die inside, why would anyone want to mix hippie and ouji lolita aesthetics??? White, please, no, even your fashion sense is torturous! D:>

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Corpatch babbies! Everyone on this crew is certified Babby. (Yes, even you, Skylar. Sorry I had to separate you from Pink in the final image, it was too wide and I hated it, please I'm sorry, put the wrench away-) Love that I got to mostly copy-pasta Devon, made my life so much easier after the artistic nightmare that was Stacy's outfit. Fun Fact: That dress is one of over a hundred jellyfish-themed lolita dresses I've designed! This one has a box jellyfish on it, along with other pretty deadly sea creatures, and is called 'Killer Cuties'~ Wilhelm gets to have some matchies with his platonic girlfriend as a treat, also (Fun Fact: he absolutely wears those novelty glasses to Serious Events). Skye's outfit upsets me personally but it's not as bad as fucking Finnegan's so they get a pass. Pink is, of course, The Best One, and let it be known that the little leaf pin is a reference to Bay~

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Doncaster folks! Such a long image...I blame Vance. Because I always blame things on Vance for some reason. It's just fun, okay? And also I'm bitter about how long it took to draw his damn Bobblehead mech. Him and Aurora both took what felt like a million years to finish, so now Vance has given me additional Drawing Wires trauma, and Aurora somehow seems Too Expensive for me to afford looking at her. Obviously the best part of all of this was everyone's favorite polycule of Brown, Green, and Red (I dare you to suggest they are not Precious), but I also enjoyed trying to come up with an outfit for Umber that screamed 'I think I'm the main character'. XD (If anyone can guess what's supposed to be on Black's shirt, meanwhile, they get a Gold Star!)

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And, as a bonus, a goofy scribble comic of the Doncaster AU, which I threw at Crinkle after initially requesting (read: attempting to commission) a What If Scenario where Brown never got brought along with White to the Corpatch, and so never met Pink, thus ensuring Brown remained Terrified of impostors. Because my brain wouldn't stop going hog wild over the concept for some reason. 8|

Finally, a WIP of the Parmenides bastards- uh, I mean, Totally Normal Crew of Fine Individuals who are Not At All Terrible. (Apologies to Danni, Marek, and Ashley for getting mixed up in all this, y'all deserved better.) Bet no one was expecting Johnny to be a certified Gamer Catboi, huh? But I bet everyone was expecting Kyle to look like a Born Republican, and possibly Mitch McConnell's estranged half-brother - cuz that's just how the guy is. So Delightful. Also I was totally not salty about having to look at Purple's stupid smug face again while modifying the copypasta of it, No Sir, why would that ever be the case? He's just so great and not the most hateable character ever or anything. (eyerolling intensifies) In other news, Kage's head is way too small and it's driving me crazy but I'll have to fix it later for the finished full-body chibi+bust piece and I'm D Y I N G. Anyway, no icon spoilers for this one - the fic itself is meant to make the readers wonder who the impostors are, so I'm not going to reveal anything on that front.

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THAT IS ALL

[rhaegarblackfire]

Dancing with the Wolves by Alex_Stark (me on Ao3)

Sneak Peek Chapter 34:

"I was against your marriage, Daenerys, but I couldn't oppose. Illyrio said it was the only way. But now we can."

But when he tried to touch her, Jon lost, pushing him away. "Stay away from my wife."

"Your wife?" chuckled the man, even though confused, while glancing at Daenerys who had a stoic expression. "A princess of Valyrian blood would never marry a bastard of the North son of a whore," Aegon said, taking a step closer with hand on his sword."

At which Jon grew angry, taking a step forward, but Daenerys stopped him, coming between them, "You are right, Aegon." And Jon glanced at her in confusion, without receiving her look. "A Valyrian princess would only marry a dragon." And a smug appeared on the Boy's lips. "But you are not a dragon. You are an impostor. A mummer dragon."

[arsonmurderandjaywalking]

🐶 ✊️ 🐾 for any or all of your ocs!

Also 🔪 lol

🐶: Helena, who runs during all hours of the day both to avoid her problems and because she genuinely likes it, the freak, would start running and not stop until she gets to somewhere the dog can't follow or until it gives up, whichever comes first.

I think Arin starts running until she sees something that she can climb and the dog can't and then scrambles up there and hopes that if she waits long enough it'll get bored and go away. I'm just imagining her crouching in a tree yelling at a dog that's barking like it wants her dead.

If she could get away with it and not immediately out her identity I think Ella would freeze its feet to the ground but she feels so bad about it and frees it as soon as it's calmed down enough that it won't instantly attack her. Otherwise, there's a non-zero chance that she also ends up in a tree pleading with it to try and get it to leave her alone.

✊: Ella does her usual tactic of incapacitating her enemies by encasing them in ice, which works. She then calls animal control. Helena and Arin try to electrocute and fire blast it to death, respectively, which works, but not without significant property damage due to the fires they keep starting due to poor aim and ostriches being wriggly bastards. they would not think to call animal control at any point, even if the ostrich was still alive.

🐾: I picture Helena as one of those big dogs who are just so grumpy and will not do anything unless they want to do it. Arin is one of those medium-sized, yippy dogs that are so excited about everything. she would always want to play. Helena would not. Ella's an Arctic Fox. snow/ice associations, cheerful, smart, unassuming appearance, can take down animals twice their size. It's perfect.

🔪: I'm thinking Arin would be either an amazing impostor or an absolutely god-awful one. she'd be a great actor and would be able to get a lot of people on her side but she'd probably forget a small but really important detail that brings down the whole charade. Helena's just not the type of person who's good at subterfuge but she'd do a lot of damage very quickly before she's caught. Ella would consistently last very long before she's caught but she's just not cold-blooded enough to kill more than is absolutely necessary. the most likely to lose because the others complete all of their tasks before she kills them. Luna would get voted out first because she is so suspicious all the time and literally every person there knows that she lies all the damn time both for fun and secret-keeping reasons and is good at it. if she manages to survive the first emergency meeting she wins every time. It's a bit of a coin flip for Cecilia because her main tactic is to just not say anything unless spoken to, which is just how she usually is, so no one finds it suspicious, but when confronted with evidence her excuse usually just boils down to "none of your fucking business," which is obviously not effective. Terra kills a lot and usually gets away with it because no one finds her suspicious, but she can get sloppy and leave witnesses if she's not careful.

[just-a-regular-fan]

Words: 3,135

Chapters: 1/1

Themes: hurt/comfort

Potential cw: suicide mention, major character's death

Characters: Kaname Date, Mizuki Okiura

Date pointed his gun at Boss’ unconscious body and for the first time he felt weak, his hands were trembling, his throat was tightening and no matter how hard he tried to pull the trigger he couldn’t. Too much has already happened in those past days and he felt like he was pointing his gun at the Boss herself.

“Date. This isn’t Boss” said Aiba “Real Boss is dead and you know it.”

“I know” hissed Date with tears in his eyes “I know she’s dead…  but…”

“This is an impostor and we must destroy him” continued Aiba calmly “I don’t think that any prison cell will be enough to stop him, he’s far too dangerous. If we keep him alive he might come back and the history will repeat itself.”

He took a deep breath, he wanted to close eyes, he didn’t want to see this but he had to, he couldn’t allow that bastard to keep taking precious people from his life. And after a long and tough mental battle the bullet from Date’s evolver pierced through Boss’ head. And just like that it was over. But there was no joy, no satisfaction, just that agonizing hollow feeling. They didn’t say anything and after moment Date started yelling out of grief and anguish and threw his evolver on the floor.

[minachan95-written-works-on-ao3]

Title : About That Kind of Desire… (Chapter 4)

Fandom: King of Fighters

Characters : Kyo Kusanagi, Kyo-1, Kyo-2, Kusanagi, Iori Yagami (Hinted Kyo x Iori)

Summary:

[Sequel to Perishing Little Flame on Winding Road]. Kyo seem to be concerned about the unexpected presence of one pesky redhead, who seemed to be in some deep trouble. So, this brunette simply follows him just to find out what it was all about… [Ch 5: hinted Kyo x Iori]

AO3 Link

Meanwhile, in the abandoned building site~ The sounds of explosions and clashing flame have filled this battlefield. As the gravel was squeaking under the redhead's feet, he manages to stand still after a heavy strike. However, the darker brunette just stares at his opponent, who roughly breathes. Now ‘Nagi mockingly comments while keeping his hands in his pants pockets “Come on, don't tell me that's all you can do?”. At this moment Yagami bends down without removing his gaze from his foe. Despite that, 'Nagi just yaws loudly while covering his mouth with a spread palm and with the same hand ruffles his hair behind his head.

Now Iori’s gaze burns bright as a flaring storm. More so, these hands were itching so badly to finish-off this impostor that he couldn’t stand it anymore. That copy-cat poorly imitates Kyo’s flames and his fighting technique. A rabid dog driven by a blind fury and envy, who only barks loudly. This creature’s existence alone was the insult for this redhead. So, Yagami can’t let this pesky parasite to annoy him any longer.

As he charged at this ignorant fool, his claws ignites in purple flame. One sudden hit and that arrogant bastard should be dead, right? However, something is wrong… ‘Nagi just carelessly stands without paying too much of attention. Just the moment before the impact, the darker brunette evades the attack and sadistically smiles ‘‘Hey~’’. Now Kusanagi strikes with his elbow into the redhead’s back. It was followed by a painful groan of Yagami. Yet, this darker brunette didn't show any mercy to his opponent and harshly kicks into one of Iori’s sides while asking in annoyed tone ‘‘Oi… Get up, you lazy-ass!’’. No response. Only the hissing from this redhead. So, the darker brunette presses his foot on his victim’s side and pushes him around. Lastly, ‘Nagi’s patience ran out, and he sends another kick ‘‘Stop doing nothing! Why are you such a bore? Come ooon~ I just want to play!’’.

Even so, this brunette widens his red eyes as he felt how someone roughly grabbed his shank. Just before he opens his mouth, Yagami suddenly ignites that palm. Once the purple flame sparkles, the loud explosion echoed through the battlefield. Surely, that should blast that bastard into the pieces, or so thought Iori as the black smoke started to clear. Certainly, he could see lying Kusanagi, who now tries to sit back and grasp his wounded leg. ‘Nagi only growls at his opponent ‘‘You dirty sunnuva bitch… I’LL FUCKING MURDER YOU FOR THIS! YA GONNA CHOKE LIKE A GODDAMN BITCH!’’. Despite this brunette’s rage and attempt to get up, Iori finally stands up and decides to ignore this arrogant fellow. After all, Kyo is still in the basement. So, taking care of this Kusanagi heir was the top priority now. Even so, Yagami jolts and as turns his head while widening his eyes, ‘Nagi yells ‘‘Where you think you’re going?! I ain’t done with ya!’’.

All of a sudden, he sends a tall wave of the orange flame at the redhead. Fortunately, Iori was fast enough to send back a purple flame as well. Both flames were overlapping with one and another. Even so, when the hot pillar submerges into the night-sky, behind the faded flame Kusanagi holds his ignited finger and now brings that finger closely to his lips. As he blows away the orange flame, he gives a mocking look at Iori, who seem to hardly panting, but burning rage in his eyes. Now ‘Nagi once again ignites his palm and playfully invites ‘‘Now we’re talking about~ Come at me!’’. Nevertheless, this redhead imitates the same movement and both dashes at one and another. At this moment the rest of the world did not exist, only two of them. Even so, only one would return alive from this bloody fight.

Meanwhile, Mero and Hoki finally reached the forest area. It seems that according the given directions of a clone in purple, they weren’t far away from the abandoned building site. However, now something catches their attention. The dark sky began to glow in the mix of purple and orange colors, which were followed by the sound of roaring flame. These two stops for a moment to observe such a magnificent sight. Despite the calm face, which replica in brown uniform made, his eyes were sparkling with innocent excitement ‘‘So pretty~ Are those are the things, which Shiro told us about? How they were called? I think, it was a ‘fireworks’, right? ’’. The clone in blue replies without removing his gaze from the night sky ‘‘Perhaps. So, let’s tell about it to Big Bro!’’. However, as soon as the fire appeared, it fades away, leaving only the black night filled with countless stars dancing the sky and entertaining the moon by their company.

Of course, it was followed by the sinister silence. Only Mero interrupts it with a naive question ‘‘Eh? It’s over already? I thought it will last for a bit longer.’’. Now Hoki adds ‘‘Beats me. But we need to get moving.’’. That moment when his brother opened mouth to say something, both were startled by the eerie howl of a ferocious beast and loud explosions distantly. Of course, it made both widen their eyes in terror, but replica in brown uniform grasps tightly Mero’s hand and in slightly shakily voice prompts ‘‘Shit… what kind of animal it could be? Mero, we need to rush! What if that beast might attack Big Bro?’’. It appears that these clones knew that they won’t have a chance against the mysterious creature. Despite the threat of dying, the twins’ desire to protect their precious ‘Nagi was way stronger. So, without a second thought, they start to run towards the abandon building site.

Fifteen minutes has passed~ Finally, both — Hoki and Mero reached the old building site, even if both were barely catching their breath. However, the replica in blue started to feel too dizzy that he stops walking. He bends down and places his hand on his knees, while trying to regain strength. Nevertheless, a clone in brown uniform roughly grabs his brother’s shoulder ‘‘There is no time! You can’t stop now, Shiro once told that if you stop running all of a sudden, your heart will stop, you idiot… So, don’t you dare to die on me!’’. Of course, Mero was not happy about being scolded, but after Hoki offers a hand to stand up, he accepts it. So, once the clone in blue throws his arm over his brother’s shoulders, both stands up and continues their path. The further twins goes, the closer they get where their Big Bro, who, according them, was defending himself from a ferocious beast.

After reaching an open-field of the construction site, clones freezes in terror upon seeing a bloody massacre committed by the man, whom they fear and despise the most. Apparently, it was one certain redhead, who was kneeling in front of his victim and tearing it with his nails. That madman was growling and screeching like a demon as he mercilessly tears the flesh of his prey. Unfortunately, this cruel man’s prey was none other than Kusanagi, who didn’t resist at all. Of course, both clones are in shock and unable to do anything to protect their adored Big Bro. Yet as Mero starts to sob, he began to tremble. However, deep inside he felt nothing more than pure rage and hatred for that redhead man. Now as he quickly scans the surroundings, he notices a rusted metal pipe near his feet. As he bends down, he hisses ‘‘Y-you will pay for this, demon… ’’

Once he immediately takes a metal pipe into his hands, Mero rises it into the air. All of a sudden, this replica rushes at full-speed at Yagami with his battle-cry. All Hoki could do is fell on his knees and stare in fear and despair. However, on the last moment, Iori’s eyes shines in deadly flame. Now this redhead turns his head towards the sound of that scream. One sudden slash attack with his nails was enough to shut the impostor. At that moment it felt like the time has stopped. A dumbfounded Mero widened his eyes, yet on the last second he manages to with-draw, even if the poor clone harshly hits the ground. Like never before he could sense Death’s claws around him, while Yagami managed to stand up, swinging on the sides, facing his new target. However, just before greeting his pitiful fate, Good Fortune shows some mercy upon him.

All of a sudden, Iori’s shank was grabbed with raw force, followed immediately by the sound of a voice, groaning in pain, ‘‘We ain’t done yet…’’. As the darker brunette grins like a Cheshire cat, he's revealing its bloody fangs. His eyes glow in Hell's fury. And now, right after pulling Yagami’s leg, the once wild beast driven by the instincts of Orochi's blood, collapses. Nagi yells from the top of his lungs ‘‘HOKI! GRAB MERO AND RUN AWAY! HIDE IN THE NEAREST BUILDING UNTIL I SAY SO!’’. That surely got the clone on his feet, hastily rushing towards his dear brother’s side. It was just a matter of seconds for Hoki to bend down and throw Mero over his shoulder.

The clone stood up and fled to safety, leaving his Big Bro with fatal-looking wounds. For the first time in his life, the tanned replica prayed desperately for Nagi's return, even if that meant no salvation for him.

Kusanagi gathered his strength and started crawling over the lying redhead. Once his hand reached Iori's head, and just before igniting his palm, Nagi uttered his swan-song ‘‘You’re going to hell with me~ BURN!’’. The loud explosion echoed through the abandoned building site.

Meanwhile, the clones entered the basement without noticing the presence of their Original. After carefully sitting Mero, who is still in shock, against the wall, Hoki startles upon hearing a familiar voice in the corner of this room ‘‘You two… What are you doing here?’’. It didn’t take long enough to recognize the owner of it. Now, both clones takes a better look at this Kusanagi heir, and the replica in brown uniform asks in unsure tone ‘‘You look like after a train-wreck. Did that man with purple flame do this to you?’’. Yet Kyo only cracks a fake smile and replies ‘‘Why don’t you ask your oh-so-adored leader? I bet that asshole have a lot to tell — from his various crimes to getting rid-off all evidences and his victims. Just look what have he have done to Shiro!’’. Surely, such a disrespect from this ignorant fool angers the clone in blue.

Now before throwing a punch to silence the foul mouth of the Original, Mero growls ‘‘You bastard, how dare you…’’. However, on the very last moment Hoki grabs the fellow clone from behind, who indignantly barks at him while struggling ‘‘Let me go! I cannot let that fool speak ill about Big Bro like this! ’’. Yet, the doppelgänger in brown uniform shakes his head and holds his brother while scolding him ‘‘Calm down! That idiot may know something about Big Bro ‘Nagi or Shiro.’’. Now this replica addresses the wounded Kusanagi heir ‘‘Did Big Bro brought you here?’’. Without avoiding the question, Kyo straightforwardly answers ‘‘What if he did? But if you have so much energy to waste, then untie me. I need to leave as soon as possible. Or else, who knows how it will end…’’.

All of a sudden, Mero turns his head towards the other replica and now tries to prove his point ‘‘See!? Big Bro was too kind to someone as this good-for-nothing and even saved him from that merciless monster’s claws! And that ungrateful lazy-ass is still complaining and speaks poorly. So, why do you want to defend such a selfish and arrogant fool?’’. Nevertheless, Hoki only sighs and addresses the Original ‘‘How you gonna even stand up when that knife stuck in your leg? Besides, it’s a safe place while Big Bro would defeat that shameless murderer, who took Shiro from us and definitely… killed him. In the end, we were too afraid to oppose that man and because of that Shiro was taken from us.’’. Of course, after seeing such a gloomy and regretful reaction of the twins, made Kyo realize that maybe these two do actually care about their prototype. So, this brunette felt that these siblings deserve to know the truth.

Therefore, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad or blame Hoki and Mero. After all, they were just like children, who acted according how they are feeling or thinking at the certain moment. That’s why, Kyo only sighs and while he softens his look towards the twins, this brunette speaks up in a more forgiving tone ‘‘But Shiro is still alive.’’. Certainly, such a reply made both clones to widen their eyes and leaving them speechless. Despite that, this Kusanagi continues ‘‘ It only took the couple of weeks for him to get well and return to back to normal. To be honest, it’s hard to believe that he managed to survive lethal wounds or go through countless traumatic events without breaking. So, even if Shiro lost his left eye, but he looks so healthy and happy to me. At least he seems to be much more relaxed and calm nowadays. Plus, there was no day without him telling about his life in storage and missing everyone is doing including his Mother and you two. How was it?… Hoki and Mero, I think?’’.

Apparently, it was more than enough to convince these two that their eldest brother Shiro is truly alive and fine. More important, their senses were right and did not trick them, after all. Somehow, learning this news even left these clones relieved. However, now Mero asks his brother in slightly irritated voice ‘‘Pass me your headband.’’. Yet, Hoki only gave a questioning look while the fellow replica adds ‘‘Don’t stare at me like that and give it already.’’. Once he receives this fellow’s headband, the clone in blue removes his one as well, and now he was approaching the Original. After kneeling in front of this brunette, Mero studies the stabbed left thigh and that blade.

However, now this clone honestly asks the Original ‘‘ Can you still move this leg? ‘Cos that would save me a lot of trouble, you know… Anyway, try not to scream, okay?’’. As soon as this Kusanagi just doubtfully stares at the fellow replica, yet Mero adds ‘‘Hey, like heck, I planned something weird. So, think of this as a returning the favor, got it?’’. Now, this replica gives orders to his brother ‘‘Hoki, hold him tight. I don’t want him to struggle.’’. Apparently, it only confuses the Original much more than before. However, all of a sudden, this doppelgänger grabs the handle of the switch-blade and with one sudden move removes it. As soon as it was removed, Kyo gasped in pain. Yet, at the same time Mero places his folded headband against the newly opened wound and pressed it as hard as he could. Despite the struggling and whining of the Original, Hoki manages to hold him tight as his brother puts another folded headband on top of the already soaked in blood one.

As this Kusanagi was roughly panting, clone in brown uniform comforts him ‘‘ Just a little bit… I already removed the blade. But can you try to stay still? Give any signal, if you can’t speak yet.’’. Despite that, this brunette tries to nod while trying to deeply breathe. ‘‘You sure? Then I need a bit of this…’’ continued Hoki, who now places his hands on the bottom of Kyo’s black shirt. One sudden movement and he has torn that shirt until the chest level. Surely, it made this brunette widen his eyes and gasp, but Hoki added ‘‘We don’t have a bandage. So, that should do… Like Big Bro told once — the survival does not require looking pretty.’’. As Hoki rip-offs the material, the clone in brown uniform makes sure that it would be torn into a long bandage.

The room now was filled with the sounds of the tearing noises of material and the silent whining. Of course, the poor light installation and the scent of the fresh blood reminded of the war-field hospital tent. However, at the moment, Mero gave a demanding gaze to his brother, who now passed the torn material to him. Without any second to waste, the replica in blue starts to carefully to wrap this piece of material around Kyo’s injured leg while still pressing the headbands against the wound.

Some time has passed~ As Mero finishes tying the knot, he wipes the sweat from his forehead by his elbow ‘‘There. It’s not much, but if you don’t move too much it can hold the bleeding for a while. Or at least, this is what Shiro mentioned once…’’. However, this Kusanagi gets alerted after the fellow clone gets closely to him and now starts to search his jeans’ pockets. Of course, this doppelgänger ignores such a reaction of the Original, and now he picks a cellphone from one of the pockets. After standing up and leaving Kyo’s side, Mero immediately checks the contact list. Surely, it piqued the curiosity of Hoki, who was still aside this Kusanagi ‘‘What are you up to? It’s not the best time to prank people.’’.

Nevertheless, the replica in blue replies in irritated tone while tying a longer message ‘‘Shut up! Instead of doing nothing, untie the Original.’’. Meanwhile, the clone in brown uniform prompts Kyo to turn back, and now trying to untangle the iron wire, Mero selects all listed contacts and presses ‘send’. As he was returning to these two, the fellow doppelgänger gives a shyer look and explains to Kyo ‘‘There. Now let’s hope someone actually arrives in no time. So, you better do not try to hurt Shiro, got it? Once you get better, we’ll come to visit him and ask him if you behaved yourself. ’’. And now this clone passes the phone to its true owner. It appears that this Kusanagi only closes his eyes and sighs, as he puts the phone into one of the pockets ‘‘You two worry too much. But I’ll let him know that he should expect visitors in the near future.’’.

The clone in blue could feel how his cheeks were dyed in light pink. However, despite that, he looks away and addressed his brother ‘‘Let’s go, Hoki. Big Bro needs us. So, before it’s too late…-’’. However, all of a sudden, sounds of eerie and agonizing groaning outside, startled the twins. But they immediately recognized that it was their adored Big Bro’s voice. So, now these rushes towards that voice, but leaving Kyo behind and alone in the building. However, for some reason, the twins felt bad for abandoning him when he might need their help the most.

As soon as this couple were outside, they kneel in front of fallen ‘Nagi, who despite being covered in terrible wounds and burns, cracked a smile for the twins. Now he speaks up in groaning and weak voice ‘‘It seems your Big Bro had a bit too much… Yet, it was sooo fuuun… ’’. However, Mero grasps Big Bro’s hand and through sobbing replies ‘‘Big Bro… Please, don’t speak right now… The help is on the way. So, save your breath…’’. Despite that, the darker brunette tries to answer carelessly ‘‘The… the fuck, you’re talking about?… T’is nothing, but a scratch… I won~… look! I… I did it…’’. Now he looks towards next to him was wounded Yagami, who was wrapped around in a metal chain, and lying without consciousness. Yet, this time Hoki speaks up in a concerned tone ‘‘Big Bro… Damn, we need to get you to the storage! Big Bro, please, don’t die on us! So, we’ll take care of you!’’.

Now Hoki gives a command to his brother ‘‘Mero, you hold his legs! I’ll take him by shoulders, got it?’’. Without a second thought, the clone in brown uniform quickly gets behind ‘Nagi’s back and lifts him from behind, while Mero wipes his tears with his elbow and gets towards Big Bro’s legs. After firmly holding the legs, both clones gathers all the strength they had and now starts to run. Right now, every second was value and there was no time to waste even to praying that ‘Nagi’s little flame won’t dim on them.

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[lightcreators]

@falseearl​ continue from here

"I guess we both had to learn how to live independently. Having everything done for you and not having to lift a finger was a luxury. But when the rug gets pulled from underneath you and the cold harsh water of reality hits you it stings." Learning to get dressed yourself, defend yourself without the help of your butler. Attempt to do things for oneself, it was a struggle. Something Astre was still adapting to.

He no longer held the title of lord anymore and what happened that night at the manor when he returned home still dug into him deeply like a wound which would never close. "I suppose it's nice to see you as well Alois."

There  was  one  subject  he  didn’t  wanted  speak  directly  —  complete  absence  of  Claude.  It  was  an  matter  of  time  until  his  beloved  friend  with  no  title,  who  was  previously  his  enemy,  and  accidently  who  try  to  kill  him  afterwards  avoided  be  killed  with  his  adorable  hands  …  wondering  where  the  hell  was  his  demon  butler  always  at  his  side  …  or  even  what  happened  since  the  last  time  they  cross  each  other  a  long  time  ago  …  what  kind  of  adventures  he  had  experienced.  It  was  on  that  cimented  topic  he  had  to  learning  ‘independance’.  Eventually  becoming  competent  enough  for  holding  an  entire  somber  business  into  darkness,  to  becoming  that  beacon  of  darkness  inside  the  underground  …  to  get  everything  he  wanted  from  them  by  himself  …  Currently,  by  moments,  when  he  disliked  his  own  incompetence,  when  his  own  reflection  on  the  mirror  turning  too  much  heavier  …  he  was  screaming  at  the  God  of  the  Underground  help.  Annoying  the  God  of  the  Underground  beyond  anything  else.  Did  he  projected  anger  ?  Did  he  exposed  his  complete  despair  and  sadness  over  past  circumstances  ?  Did  he  confessed  how  much  he  regretted  to  had  survived  for  be  unable  to  fit  the  legacy  of  that  stolen  name  ?  Himself  …  didn’t  knew  anymore.  It  was  simply  out  of  question  Hades  forget  about  him.  It  was  some  endless  recollections  about  these  circumstances  remaining  sealed.  He  was  an  complete  disaster  who  wished  to  be  a  king,  he  was  an  complete  incompetent  wishing  to  rule  as  a  king  …  forced  to  found  his  supports  by  himself.  He  needed  to  gain  approval  of  Hades  in  one  way  or  another.  He  needed  that  bastard  of  Lelouch  for  be  acknowledged  also  into  a  terror  tourment  him  —  probably  not  at  the  point  to  fight  intellectually  into  same  playground,  but  still,  receiving  couple  of  lessons  about  how  be  a  piece  of  shit  as  he  was  so  inclining  to  show  it  himself.  He  needed  found  the  key  of  witch  realm,  and  for  that,  he  needed  acknoweldgement  of  the  underground  …  His  existence  was  focused  solely  over  that  single  purpose.  He  needed  to  became  Alois  Trancy  in  one  way  or  another,  and  not  simply  remembering  to  himself  he  was  a  merely  impostor  who  was  too  fragile  and  too  useless  for  mattered  into  whatever  court  …

There  was  an  compassionate  smile  towards  Astre  comment.  Compared  to  him,  even  though  he  get  welcomed  with  harsh  reality  with  cold  water  …  he  never  experienced  to  living  in  the  streets,  been  all  day  and  night  unsafe  without  a  comfortable  place  to  rest,  agony  of  hunger  …  He  never  experienced  what  true  misery  looked  like.  How  it  was  fully  pushed  behind  by  everyone,  to  have  no  one,  to  trust  no  one  …  to  living  into  total  loneliness  and  always  perceived  as  weak  …  Something  even  that  old  bastard  never  stopped  to  recalled  him  about.  He  was  worthless.  He  was  a  pawn  people  could  use  —  which  had  been  what  really  happened,  physically  and  emotionally,  to  him.  Past  confessions  he  had  offered  him  to  his  greatest  surprise  hadn’t  been  forgotten  …  however  his  perspective  of  'luxury’  was  still  limited  …  well  …  somewhere.  His  metaphoric  twin  and  him,  if  circumstances  would  have  been  different,  wouldn’t  have  such  problem  —  they  would  share  luxuries  of  each  other,  playing  along  their  alike  resemblance,  team  up  into  ambitions  …  when  they  had  to  do  it  otherwise.  Hide  complete  existence  of  a  mastermind  shadow  for  better  reflecting  truth  …  Nevertheless,  as  far  he  knew,  Astre  still  had  his  demon  butler,  though  he  wasn’t  always  at  his  side.  Partially,  he  had  Hannah  helped  him.  It  was  Phantomhive  and  his  morosity  again  !  Still  a  funny  thing,  when  he  could  hit  record  about  emotional  distress  !  Some  days,  he  pretended  an  inexistent  happiness  for  accepting  past  enthousiasm  had  to  keep  going  no  matter  what  —  that  it  will  cement  of  that  new  existence  as  Alois  Trancy,  without  yet  experiencing  a  fragment  about  what  his  metaphoric  twin  had  been  going  though  …  Other  times,  he  enjoyed  his  good  mood  without  pondering.  At  his  last  sentence,  an  sound  of  joy  exposed  naturally,  as  he  naturally  embraced  him  affectionnatly.  ❝  I’m  happy  to  see  you  too,  Astre~  I’ll  always  happy  when  I  see  you~  My  day  become  already  better!    ❞  He  caressed  a  little  his  hair  before  pull  away,  knowing  himself  another  sudden  hugs  might  happens  again.    ❝  You  have  always  known  luxury  however  you  may  feel  it,  you  were  lucky  not  to  know  pure  poverty …  to  have  to  find  your  food  on  your  own  or  to  figure  out  how  to  survive  day  by  day  …  that’s  cold  water  that  cools  you  for  life  !  I  try  to  fulfill  some  of  my  desires  …    ❞  He  didn’t  finished  his  sentence,  sensing  another  wave  of  sadness.    ❝  Hell’s  antechamber  is  not  a  nice  place…    ❞

[bonefall]

who is a character that you love in BB (for better or for worse lol) that you haven’t talked much about yet?

These kinds of questions can be difficult because my brain will just forget completely the minute I'm asked. Who am I. What's warriors cat

BUT it's probably some of the little random background guys who have interesting stories I haven't gotten into yet. I've actually been thinking about WindClan a lot.

Galerunner is one of them. Galerunner and Smokehaze are now the kittens of Brushblaze and Whitetail-- both exes of Onestar. They're born near the start of AVoS, and are pretty young when their dad dies collapsing a tunnel to save a ton of Kin escapees.

Smokehaze dies like she does in-canon, to the Impostor, but Galerunner is going to be present to the modern arc. He's Heathertail's little half-brother, in an odd way. Whitetail wasn't involved in raising Heathertail, but openly offered to Onestar that she would if he wanted.

So Heathertail's relationship to Galerunner is closer than her relationship with their mother, bringing them ALL together, and it's just really sweet. She tells him a lot of stories of Brushblaze (who was a really good friend of hers!) and eventually becomes his mentor.

Gale's a cheeky bastard, too. Very smug, self-assured. He thinks he's a cool guy but he just looks like a goober.

There's also Gorsetail, the mother of Thistleheart and Sedgewhisker. She has a lot going on but I haven't figured her out entirely yet.

First of all, she's Crowfeather's childhood best friend. They had a massive falling out over some dumb shit neither one of them even remembers, and drifted apart as young adults. If they ever remembered what it was, they would feel bitter that THIS is why they stopped talking-- but before a certain point, would just blame each other for not making the first move to reconnect.

She fell head over heels for Beechfur on the Great Journey, but he was waaay better at hiding his forbidden love than his sister Swallowtail. He saw it more as a fun fling. When she got pregnant in Po3, he ghosted her immediately. Gorsetail held out hope he was just busy for months-- even naming one kit "Marsh Thistle" as a secret reference to RiverClan.

In terms of personality, I know she was vaguely fun-loving as a kid and probably still has that goofy streak if you can get her to relax. There's probably a bit of a bitterness inside her, and she's not satisfied with her life. She never got to have a happy mateship, she lost one kid, not really powerful or significant. I think she gets more adventurous the older she gets, looking to make some sort of change in her life.

Her and Crowfeather reconnect, once they're older and a bit more self-aware. Passing each other a heatherhoney lozenge like it's a smoke break and commiserating in how wrinkly they are now.

WindClan's full of some interesting dudes now in my effort to distribute more personality outside of ThunderClan. Stoneclaw and her traumatic muteness, Willowclaw the ferocious and her love of kibble, Cranberrysplash the ex-street urchin whose old name was Spaghetti Bolognaise. Leaftail and his onesided rivalry with Hallowflight of RiverClan.

Shame they neglected WindClan so badly and there's so few warriors there with established personalities, but hey. Opportunity for me to build cool stuff.

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided)  ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too. 

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby. 

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air. 

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully. 

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr. 

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby? 

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too. 

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen. 

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration. 

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic 

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised. 

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively  good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls.  The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly,  “get my pretty name out of your mouth.” 

There’s a pause full of tense silence. 

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.” 

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis. 

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing. 

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan. 

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour 

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach. 

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno. 

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi. 

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao 

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

 Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[katyahina]

Some elusive Bloodborne things

- Annalise is not a blonde, she is de-melanized redhead, not unlike how Arianna lost hair color after giving her birth

- Younger Madaras twin wears clothes of his murdered brother, so we can't say whether his original clothes were identical

- Crow of Cainhurst doesn't necessarily have silver hair; the silver flock is part of this silver helmet itself, not his model hair

- Micolash and Damian are the only characters canonically shown to have 7 bars tall Mensis Cage; everyone else shown in them has 4 bars tall cages

- Impostor Iosefka is heavily implied to originally be from Cainhurst

- 'Even the doll, should it please you' said in creepy tone is completely a localization invention

- Yurie is a blonde; moreover, her name is implied to be Julie/Yulia (I stumbled hard on this one to the no-return point, but let the next generation of fans know)

- Djura's ally might be exactly this - an ally; not even be a Powder Keg himself, as he doesn't use any Powder Keg weapons

- Valtr has both eyes, the actual one-eyed person was previous owner of the helmet

- However, previous owner of the helmet was not "previous League Master" because 1) Impurity Rune was discovered within Valtr and 2) The description saying helm is passed to the next leader appears only if Valtr passes it to the player

- Simon and Djura's apprentice have the same face data

- Kos is a mistranslation, her correct name is Gos and doesn't allude to cosmos

- Ebrietas is properly translated as 'daughter of the stars', or of just some celestial body in either case (her internal name is 'bastard of the Moon', however)

- Plain Doll has small cracks on her face

- Brador' beast scalp is heavily implied to be that of an antlered Cleric Beast which Laurence was the first one of, it could be the hyde of beast Laurence himself

- Ludwig's right eye appears 'blind', at least in his beast form

- Celestial Minion in the room where player woke up and real Iosefka originally locked herself in drops Iosefka's blood vial, it could be real Iosefka; not dead but transformed

- Original Healing Church prayer did not feature 'SEEK the Old Blood' part found in Amelia's speech, someone clearly stopped fearing it

- Henryk has brown skin color

- Maria has eyelashes just as pale in color as her head hair (frankly, dark eyeliner now feels like even more of a stylish thing)

- Lost in translation but there is only one entrusted Hunter of Hunters each 'generation' of them; they are not a 'group' and Eileen sure wasn't the first one

- Micolash and Damian both used to be in the Choir, as A Call Beyond is a tool of Choir members; Damian's shield is also that Isz Prospectors used to use

- Heads of Research Hall patients are covered in fabric, we might not know how they look beneath it

- This one I am better off showing than telling because almost everyone in the fandom gets this one wrong, but white ribbon that belonged to younger Gascoigne's daughter is not just ribbon itself, but it has layer of frills falling down:

- Gascoigne has a scar on right side of his mouth

- Rom's eyes are not actually pitch black - they do have whites, irises and pupils! Everything is just too dark so it blends together unless you look very close. Moreover, her eyes frantically move all the time to look in all the different directions.

[phoenixisdabestwriter]

SAGAU VILLAIN AU III: Reluctant Allies

The person you were staring at was a man, crimson red eyes looking you up and down with suspicion. The torch in his hand illuminated his pale, handsome face, the fire flickering brightly against the black locks that framed his face. Shadows danced across the walls. You squinted a bit against the bright light. Pebbles hissed a bit and you looked down at them and saw they were glaring at the fire. Perhaps they didn't like the light.

You looked back up, trying to go for an easy-going smile. It probably looked like you were in pain, which you were.

"Hi! So sorry to bother but-"

"Are you with the Millileth?" He interrupts you, right hand resting on the sheath at his side.

You almost laugh at that. You? With the Millileth? Those bastards were hunting you down.

"No I am not. They don't... like me that much." You carefully say.

His eyes narrowed as he took a step back.

"Sounds like something someone from the Milileth would say." He murmured quietly, eyeing you with suspicion.

His outfit reminded you of something that the Treasure Hoarders would wear, but different. He had on the black hooded cloak, a gold star pinning it together at his neck. His white button down shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing a tattoo of a crescent moon in front of a scythe on his left forearm.

Black pants, smudged with dirt and dark stains with some simple black, scuffed boots to tie it all together. Perhaps a miner...? He did have on some black gloves. Leather, you guessed, from the way the firelight shone on them.

"Listen man, I'm not with the Milileth. We've had our..." You vaguely gesture to your dirty appearance and ragged clothes. "Disagreements."

His scowl lessens a bit. Then his eyes widen a fraction as he notices your arm.

"No way..." He says, voiced laced with realization as he slowly walked up to you, stopping at a distance.

You flinched, taking a step back. Pebbles hissed at the stranger. Instead of taking out the knife at his hip, like you expected, he went to the ground and kneeled before you. Kneeled. Your heart burst with hope.

"Your Grace, it is an honor to meet you." He said softly, head bowed low.

"As is the same for me. You can stand up. And may I know your name?" You ask, watching hin curiously.

He reluctantly stands up, frowning a bit.

"My name...? I go by many names." He brings a hand up to his chin, a contemplative look on his face.

Pebbles bumps you gently. You start petting them as you wait for the stranger to answer.

"Well, I guess I can give you my real name. You are our Creator. My name is Vincent. Vincent Smith, at your service, Your Grace." He says, a faint smile on his face as he bows slightly.

Vincent Smith. Is he an unreleased character? You think to yourself.

"That is a nice name. It doesn't sound like a Liyue one." You say.

"That's because it is not. I am originally from Monstadt, Your Grace." He frowns slightly, dark brows furrowing. "About your comment about the Milileth from earlier..."

You weren't sure how to explain it to him. You could try and hopefully not get stabbed. He did recognize you, which meant you'd bleed gold in his presence.

"They... How do I say this? They believe I'm an impostor. That I'm mocking their god by wearing their face even though I was simply born with it." You mutter bitterly, looking down at Pebbles crestfallen.

You tried to push down one of your earliest memories of Liyue down. Ningguang. Her look of rage, shouting orders at the Milileth to spear you. Zhongli, no, Morax ordering the Adepti to hunt you down.

"An impostor...? But that's impossible. Your dried blood is proof enough, is it not?" Vincent asked, voice containing only the hintest bit of anger.

You looked back up, shaking your head.

"I have a small theory as to why-"

Suddenly you heard distant shouting and many footsteps. You flinched, turning around and taking a few steps back.

The Milileth. They've found me. You think, that bit of fear growing quickly.

Vincent cursed. You turned to look at him as he looked from his torch to the tunnel.

"Listen. I have a safe house. It's remote and not far from here. You'll have to trust me, Your Grace." Vincent whispered quietly.

"I trust you." You responded.

"Good. Now follow me." He ran down the tunnel to the left.

You ran after him, following the light of the torch. It was hard to keep up, what with you being exhausted and carrying Pebbles. He took many twists and turns, dodging some low hanging stalactites.

"How long 'till we get to this safehouse of yours?!" You shout, panting and trying to keep up with Vincent.

Pebbles is starting to feel heavier in your arms the longer you run.

"Not much longer!" He yells back, suddenly stopping.

You almost bump into him, exhausted. Your legs and arms feel super weak. Pebbles is hissing loudly now. You give Pebbles a quick kiss on the top of it's head before looking at Vincent.

He was busy tapping some of the crevices on the wall. A section of it opened and he quickly turned to you.

"This way." He whispered, roughly grabbing you by your shoulder and pushing you inside.

You stumbled forward, nearly collapsing. Vincent followed in after you in the nick of time. The secret entrance closed behind the two of you. You looked at him. He put a finger up to his lips before pointing forward.

You nodded slowly, quietly walking after him down this new tunnel. Freedom. This was the closest thing you could get with him.

Would you ever be free or safe? Not likely. But this peaceful silence as the two of you walked was something you would savor for the rest of your life.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Lauren's Patreon Attunement//Imposter Syndrome Ep1

The Imposter Syndrome

When I decided to do my reviews of Lauren's Attunements, I never stopped to think about something important.

Who would Lauren Jauregui be if she hadn't been on TXF? o What experiences would Lauren have had if she weren't famous? Because in this episode she and Sonya Renee Taylor talk about impostor syndrome and she acknowledges having damaged her body to deal with all the shit she's had to deal with since she's been in the industry. She recognizes it. Lauren acknowledges that smoking marijuana was her defense mechanism against her insecurities, her anxiety, everything that she wasn't able to control. And I've always wanted to know that, who would she have been if her fame or artistic recognition hadn't knocked on her door? Would she have made the same decisions that she has made? Or did she use the same defense mechanisms to deal with her problems?

Of course, I don't have the answers. But I don't have to be a fortune teller to understand that she probably wouldn't have done it. And once again I say it, as much as I adore Lauren and consume her content and like her way of thinking and support her in any way I can, knowing that she has had such a bad time, that she was screwed so bad that she It caused an enormous amount of trauma, I also would have liked that it had never been presented in that contest. I wish Simon Cowell and the industry bastards had never noticed her or damaged her like they did even if it means never meeting her.

The problem with that thinking is that it's not realistic. It is an ideological thought. And it is because life itself, real life is already too screwed up to save you from the shadows that may lie in waiting for you. Life would end up hitting you one way or another at the same time that it creates the experiences that will end up forming your essence. Your character and your way of facing that same shit that life will throw at you to test you not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally.

Sonya Renee Taylor talks about her book "The body is not an apology" where not only does she talk about self-love, but a phrase that she has loved and that says: "Self-love makes us ungovernable"

It is a powerful, empowering phrase. It is a phrase that teaches you that self-love is important to the degree that if you are happy with your own body or with how you are, you do not leave room for others to manipulate or rule over you and tell you what is good for your body or for others. your image. And that reminded me a lot of what the fucking industry does to female artists and what the girls went through in the band. It reminded me of what Camila and Lauren had to go through to maintain a certain image, but it also reminded me of the lengths Camila has been through because of the circus and the fucking narrative of body shaming. If you love yourself as you are, body shaming would not exist for you because you would not feel identified by the hatred that others throw at you because what they think they hate about you is actually what they hate about themselves.

Except that life usually teaches us to blow. To the falls. To the fucking repetitions of behaviors that will continue to hurt us until we learn the lesson and take all the positive out of all the bad. As Lauren says in the podcast, to deal with our own shadows. Shadows that are there, inside us. In our souls and that we decide whether to act on them or not.

As for what Lauren said about impostor syndrome. I think this has a lot to do with her song While I'm Alive and her ode to the motherfuckers who criticized her for the way she was or told her that what she was delivering to the fans of she wasn't right. And here I want to stop because it is one of the most unfair things I have read about Lauren.

WE DECIDE if what an artist is giving us is GOOD OR NOT. WE ARE THE AUDIENCE. NOT THEM. WE ARE THE CONSUMERS, WE PAY FOR THE CONCERTS, WE MAKE AN ARTIST FAMOUS OR NOT, WE ARE THE FUCKING FANS WHO DECIDE IF WE LIKE SOMETHING OR NOT.

That means that if we like what Lauren wants to give us, we will consume it. And it is true, she herself complained about those fans who demanded more material from artists and did not support it, but most of her fans or fans of other artists are not like that. Most of us do not demand, expect and are grateful. Perhaps we complain about technicalities, yes, that may be. But nothing to the extreme of those who only ask and ask and ask without anything in return.

The thing that has screwed me up the most is that what Lauren has said about those motherfuckers is that they just manipulate our tastes into what they think our tastes are and I hate it. I really do, but I'm not going to dwell on it, just say it.

Lauren also talked about politics and it was something very similar to what she mentioned in her last live, so I'm not going to repeat it here because I don't want to get off the topic of this post, which is self-love.

Lauren's emotional and spiritual growth is very evident and I loved it. I hope to continue making posts like these so thanks for reading folks.

[fluffywing-e-tarot]

The Box

Purpled curls himself up. It had only been an hour as far as he could tell. The real Professor Alastor Moody had yet to wake.

Purpled had made a mistake. That mistake had cost him. He underestimated the moment and the stunner spell had hit him. He was still half concise when he was thrown in here.

It was dark in the box.

"Is someone there?" A voice finally spoke.

"There is." Purpled replied 

"Dame that Bastard.' The real professor Moody said." How did you figure it out?"

"He was far too interested in Harry and those around him. So I confronted him. Then I asked about his authorization of using the imperius curse on students. You can tell how it ended." Purpled said

“I hope you fought back, kid.” Professor Moody said.

“Landed a good hit on his back before...” Purpled winced at the thought. “He disarmed and stunned me.”

“Well, you should have killed him.”

Purpled smirked “That was the intention with an Iron sword.”

“What are you a Muggle?”

“Ex-Mercenary actually, but I messed up.” Purpled said, “I never should have come here alone.”

Professor Moody grunted. "It’s one lesson that’s hard to learn, expressly for the best of us.”

“What would you know?” Purpled hissed.

Purpled felt the other man move gesturing at something. Purpled wished that he still has his ender dragon-hybrid trait’s having perfect vision in complete blackness.

“My eye lost it in a fight that I went in alone for. I always said that it was a burning spell but..." Professor Moody sighed. “ I was young, like you and the First Wizarding War had just started. Longbottom and I found where you know who had positioned his Death eater’s to run an assault on the Ministry. I acted too quickly attacking the Death eaters. It was a narrow hallway. And when you got to close you didn’t have enough time to cast any spells Orally or otherwise. A Death Eater Kid rushed me. He pulled a blade when I grappled with him. Lost the Eye.”

“Why couldn’t you...”Purpled stopped himself about to say Respawn but there was no mechanic that Death could release you from the void clutches and deposit you at your bed or the world center.

“What got a young kid like you into being a Mercenary?”

“I’m not a Kid,” Purpled snapped.

“When did you start?”

“Fourteen,” Purpled said with a small voice. “But I had fought in wars before that.”

Purpled heard the man gasp. Professor Moody grunted.

“Professor Moody are you?” Purpled asked concerned

“I’m Fine kid,” Professor Moody “None of that Professor shit were imprisoned here together. Call me Alastor.”

“Purpled Bedwars.”

The trunk door opened. Light dropped upon them ‘ Dinner.” The impostor Moody greeted. It was then that Purpled saw Alastor for the first time. There was a hauntednes about his demeanor but it was quite different from the impostor. Alastor's look reminded Purpled of himself. Distrusting and broken. Being forgotten by society.

Purpled hated it.

Then a bucket droped between them there was a small amount of food that Purple felt like would give him food poisening. But what could he do. He was stuck down here.

“Not the boy. Only you Mad-eye.”

Purpled could feel his stomach twist. That wasn’t a good sign. He looked towards Alastor. The one good eye held a worry about them. Purpled just hoped that his hunger bar could sustain him for the time.

Alastor took the miger meal and ate it. When he was done with the food and the bottle of water he placed the glass bottle in the bucket. The bucket was pulled away from Alastair's hands.

When they were again in darkness Alastair spoke again. "Purpled Bedwars, that's a unique name."

Purpled scoffed. “There are weirder there’s someone who’s name is Ranboo Beloved, or Quakity, or Technoblade.”

“Tell me more about yourself, you look to be fourteen.”

Purple thought about lying but decided against it. “I'm not actually fourteen. I'm actually around twenty one.

“How?” wasn’t spoken but it hung between the two of them.

“I come from someplace else.” Purpled said. “My friend Tommy had died and the admin wanted to prove a point to Tommy and Revived him. in the process he was brought here landing himself on the train. we , my friends and I believe that the rest of us were brought here to support Tommy. Death brought Ranboo Tubbo and I here to protect us as well. Like we need protecting, Tubbo, Tommy and I all fought in wars before we were sixteen.”

"Kids shouldn't be fighting in adult's wars." Alastor moody gruffed

"Dream, and Wilbur would say otherwise." Purpled said "Tommy and Tubbo had to fight the maniac on multiple occasions to get a chance at his disks back."

The small spave fell in to silence after Purpled explained to the best of his ability on himself, and how he got there in the small box. The size of the box was starting to grate on him.

Did it always feel this small?

A Father once more

Star Gazing

Hybrid Trait part 1 part 2