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What Sylus can do with his Evol

(That we know of. Will be updated sporadically as new info comes out)

A few notes:

1. Sylus' Evol is Energy Manipulation. Which is a bit vague to interpret just what that encompasses, but if we take it to mean all form of energy then the implications of his powers become staggering and honestly pretty terrifying. Quite literally everything around us contain energy. As per Einstein's famous equation, E=mc², mass itself is a form of energy, ie simply having mass means an object has energy. Meaning that there might be no limit to what Sylus can control and manipulate, and this is supported by the original CN text of his anecdote, where his Evol is described as essentially all-encompassing and all-powerful.

2. This post is merely a list compiling all (or nearly all) that we have canonically seen Sylus do with his Evol. It is purely for enjoyment and to hype up our man. I will not go into details on the physics behind his power or anything like that – that I leave to more intelligent minds than mine. I'm just a gremlin who likes making lists and looking at details and (sometimes) connecting dots. Math and physics? Worst subjects in school ;-; would rather sit through 89 consecutive rounds of Find Tobias than one half hour of math.

3. If I missed anything on this list, don't hesitate to point it out to me!

4. I want to give huge thanks to @kookieluvs for kindly sending me the direct (fan) translation of Sylus' anecdote! It goes into more detail on Sylus' Evol than the localization (where things sadly seem to have gotten lost in translation) does, and really gives you a sense of how truly powerful (and frightening) it is. A link to the translation is included above, and I highly recommend you check it out!

Without further ado, here is the list of what Sylus canonically can do with his Evol

✧. Disintegrate fully grown men in a matter of seconds

Nothing is left behind of these men. No blood, no matter, no nothing. As though they never existed in the first place.

(He has also done the same to inanimate objects, like bullets)

✧. Create extremely powerful energy charges

The man actually punches a crater into the ground oml

✧. Create energy bursts

✧. Infuse his energy in weapons

✧. Create black holes(?!?!)

...do you see what I mean when I say that this power is lowkey frightening af?

✧. Transform his body into pure energy

Great for when he needs to dramatically leap off skyscrapers or old cathedrals. Taking the elevator or the stairs is for lesser men. Gotta make a memorable first impression, you know?

✧. Teleport (himself and others)

✧. Heal wounds in an instant

These wounds can range from minor cuts to bullet holes. Meaning that he can repair deep internal injuries and bleeding.

✧. Mend shirts

Yes. I'm deadass. Look at the images above.

✧. Evaporate blood

And presumably other liquids.

✧. Halt fatal internal diseases

We see him do this – rather brutally – to the twins in Mischief (World Underneath Story). The twins had 3 months left to live before that. They're alive and thriving over two years later.

✧. Summon people and objects to him/Levitate them

He will occasionally do this with plushies in the claw machine too, if you let him play and if he is feeling extra helpful. A (small but still important) portion of my affinity comes from Sylus summoning plushies in a color I hadn't gotten yet.

✧. Control and restrain others' movements

✧. Manipulate Objects

Another example of this is him shutting the doors in Philip's shop in the main story. Or unlocking the handcuffs in Midnight Stealth.

✧. Put out lights

He does this in chapter 3 of the anecdote

✧. Seal off entire areas

Does this as well in the same chapter as above

✧. Strangle

What he does to Sherman in the main story

✧.Change colours of flowers

And presumably of other things. I gotta be honest, this right here is to me one of the most insane things he can do because of what it implies about just how crazy powerful and encompassing his Evol truly is.

✧.Make seeds sprout and bloom without soil

He does this in chapter 1 of the Wildlight Chronicles. The flower crumbles and wilts seconds after he makes it bloom, but still, he made it happen. Which is very impressive. Like MC points out, channeling energy into and changing something as small as a seed takes a lot of control and precision. Another major thing that I want to add on to this is that this confirms that Sylus can force a living organism to speed through the different stages of life, manipulating and changing them. Or to put it simply he can age them up. And if he can do so to one type of organism... who's to say he can't do it to other? IE animals and humans. And maybe he can even do it in reverse? This is not confirmed but it is interesting to think about and makes me ponder about his claim in Beyond Cloudfall of being able to raise the dead... maybe it is tied to his Evol after all? Or maybe his Evol powers are somehow tied to his demonic powers? 🤔

✧.Purge metaflux

MC and him use their resonance to clear a metaflux contaminated lake in Chapter 2 of the Wildlight Chronicles.

That's all I have for the strictly Evol driven powers (I have more than likely missed something, in which case I apologize 😔 I am only human. A very tired one at that. But like I said, there probably isn't a limit to what Sylus can manipulate anyway so... writing down every individual thing would be... a lot dhdjfj).

However.

I am not done.

I still want to quickly discuss a few more of his powers, because this man still isn't OP enough ig. But I put them in a sort of separate category since I am pretty sure they are not tied to his Evol but rather to his aether core and his demonic powers.

Anyway, to start off

Sylus can control/invade minds

This is only really touched upon in the anecdote as far as I can remember.

Those affected by this lose all awareness and consciousness of their surroundings for as long as Sylus wants them to. We learn that some of the victims were never quite the same again after. These details make it clear that this is not strictly mind control, but something deeper and more terrifying – a complete and total invasion of it.

Sylus can see people's innermost desires thanks to his aether core

He reveals this to MC in LAR.

Sylus can transform into a dragon

99.9% sure of this. Check out this post for more of my reasonings.

Sylus (or Stayrus) can resurrect the dead

"Even if your desire is to resurrect the people of the Ivory City, it's still within my capabilities" word for word what Sylus/Stayrus says in Beyond Cloudfall (Chapter 3). We don't know whether Sylus at present still has this ability or if it is affected by the tether/shackles that restrict his powers.

Which reminds me of one final thing...

All of the above that I have listed (excepting the final one), have been performed by Sylus in a nerfed state. He is unable to use his full powers due to above mentioned tethers/shackles. It's still a mystery when, how, and by who they were placed within him.

Sure would be nice to have some extra lore right about now don't you think, Paperfold?

Anyway, Sylus OP as fuck. His only true weakness is the love of his life. How that will play out only time will tell (actually I can tell you right now. They will marry and live happily ever after with their baby girls and with Mephie and the twins. The end. Trust.).

With this, I am finally done with this post. I hope you guys enjoyed it ♡

I myself will finally go to bed

_(´ω`_)⌒)_

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My Sweetest Heart 5: Yandere! Fushiguro Toji 𝐱 Reader (Toji’s POV)

Description: You had a one night stand with Toji and now he won’t leave you alone.

Warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, toxic behavior, DARK CONTENT, GORE (slight), murder, jealousy, possessive behavior, stalking, desperate toji, slight smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), mentions of baby trapping, breeding kink?, daddy kink, masturbation, alternative universe (no curses), age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, toji is in his mid 30’s)

A/N: Greetings, reader. I wanna thank you for all the love you showed this mini series, I really really appreciate it <3. Without further ado, here is the final chapter! It’s a little different as it is written completely in Toji’s POV and it’s also slightly darker that the previous ones, so read at your own risk! Hope you enjoy :)

Italics = flashbacks

NOT EDITED!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Masterlist

You’re mine.

The instant my eyes landed on you, I knew that was my destiny— the sole purpose for my existence in this floating sphere we call Earth. From that fateful night onward, I became aware. I became aware of what a man truly in love is capable of. All things suddenly made sense, and I felt everything. The gentle breeze caressing my skin was almost like an imitation of your soft hand running through my tough-to-the touch skin. The sun kissing my face with the same passion as your tender lips. Those romance movies and novels I once detested now played endlessly in my mind, imagining it was us, living our own life as a happy couple.

You make me vulnerable.

Vulnerability used to be such a foreign feeling to me, not even experiencing it as a child. It makes me feel weak— you make me weak. But I’ve learned to accept this newfound fragility because I love you. This vulnerability, it’s truly a disconcerting sensation, like exposing an unarmored heart to the world— to you. You’re my world. You’ve taught me more about life than I could have ever imagine, something I wouldn’t expect from someone so young. At your age, I was nothing more than an ignorant boy who didn’t understand or cared about anything. Yet, in your presence, I’ve come to see vulnerability as a strength. Loving you has taught me that this feeling is not about weakness, but about trust and intimacy. Allowing you to see the depths of my soul and getting the same in return from you has made me find solace in those moments. I now embrace the beautiful feeling of vulnerability because thanks to you, it makes me feel like the strongest man alive.

I know I have one or two… loose screws.

I can be an incredibly jealous and territorial man when it comes to you. Insecurity floods my mind at any minimum interaction you have with a man, in particular men your age. No matter how much you reassured me on your desire to only be with me and my age not being an issue to you, there was always a little voice in my head that made me erupt. I know you had lost count of how many times I had caused a scene in public, getting all up in the other man’s face with threats of violence. You’d barely manage to drag me with out of the place, apologizing profusely as you begged the owners to not call the police on your problematic boyfriend. Remember those times? I’m deeply sorry, sweetheart, I’m aware of how much I embarrassed you. It wasn’t my intention, but each occasion I would spot a man eyeing you up, I couldn’t control myself from going ballistic. You are every man’s dream, a vision of beauty too pure for this ugly world. That’s why I can’t let them have you— I’m just trying to protect you.

Even when you didn’t like situations I put you in, I am certain you loved the aftermath. Pistoling my thick cock in your heavenly hole, claiming what’s mine always made my jealousy and insecurities dissipate. Your scream and moans only confirmed how much you enjoyed giving yourself to me. Make up sex with you was so intense and passionate, it almost made me want to start fights with you constantly. Your slick juices coating my cock was evidence of your arousal. You loved make up sex as much as I did. I can’t help myself from remembering how many times you moaned into my ear that me you belonged only to me, making my heart leap in joy. I stay up night after night reminiscing in those precious moments, those are memories I will always hold close to my heart and continue to long for.

“F-fuck me! This pussy is yours, Toji! I belong to you, only you!” Your whines were muffled by my hand placed on the side of your face, pressing your head into the mattress, thrusting my cock into your dripping cunt from behind. The way you moaned my name, telling me you were mine making my cock throb from the overbearing arousal. You could never fully grasp how you make me feel because it transcends anything this world could offer. It’s something beyond words, beyond earthly experiences, as if it belongs to a place untouched by time and space.

“You better not be lying to me, sweetheart. No other man can have you like this, this pretty little hole was made for my cock only!” Delivering a harsh slap to your ass, I could feel myself getting riled up at the imagine of another man seeing you in this position. It wasn’t your fault men wouldn’t stop throwing themselves at you, but I just wish you weren’t so fucking nice about it. Your kindness only encourages them and it makes me sick. It makes me feel like you like the attention and I’m not here for it. All your attention should be on me!

I continued spanking your now sore globes, hearing you let out whimpers, not able to identify if they’re from pain, pleasure or a mixture of both. I was so angry at you I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. “Toji, I’m not lying. I’m only yours. P-please!” You sobbed and I felt my heart drop when I saw actual tears falling from your eyes. This is were I draw the line, if there was something I couldn’t stand was seeing you cry. Forcing myself to stop, I removed my hand from the side of your face to wipe your tears away gently, calling your name.

“No! Don’t stop! It feels s’good, Toji!” My eyes widened briefly, but I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped my lips. You were crying from pleasure. As much as I hate to see you cry, I can’t keep myself from thinking about how absolutely beautiful you look when you do. The way your skin glows, your eyes sparkle and your lips puff up is like a work of art. An art piece of incalculable value that nobody but me can admire.

“What a fucking slut. You like -hah- being punished don’t you, baby? You like being used by me.” I hissed as I started thrusting into your tight pussy fast and hard, loving the way your ass bounced with each rough stroke I gave you. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, your ass received another firm slap from my hand, making you cry out as your cunt clenched around me. Gods, your pussy is delicious. Nothing felt better than you. Our first night solidified our bond, the connection between us felt so strong I thought it to be impossible for you to not feel the same way.

I could tell by your constant clenching that you were going to release your delectable nectar all over my pulsing cock, which made a wave of relief wash over me as I’d been holding my own release from the moment I felt your slickness engulf me. I absolutely love coming inside you, but it’s a shame you’re on birth control. Those damn pills never cease to piss me off. My intention from the first time we had sex was to impregnate you. It mortifies me to admit that one of the main reasons I came inside you so many times that night was in hopes of baby trapping you so I’d be in your life one way or another, but now that you’re my woman I truly desire to become a father for reasons beyond tying you to me for life. I want to have a family with you.

“Are you gonna let me put a baby in you, huh, sweetheart?” I dare to ask you as I move my hand down to play with your swollen clit because I know how much you love it when I do.

“Yes, daddy! Please, fill me up.” I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back from the pleasure, you’re just so good to me. I knew your answer wouldn’t be as positive if my dick wasn’t inside you, but I enjoy the way you feed into my delusions when I’m fucking you, knowing you’d say yes to anything I ask as long as I’m rearranging your insides. Your little plea was all it took for me to paint your insides white, releasing rope after rope of semen hoping that this time you’d be part of that 0.1% of the cases where birth control fails. I felt you coming around me, milking me of all I had, squeezing me so tightly I felt as if I might be trapped inside you forever.

“I love you so much, Toji.”

You broke up with me.

The way you told me you loved me replayed in my mind every hour of every day since that moment. For the first time in my life, I cried. I cried in front of you, raw and vulnerable, and I begged you not to leave me. Despite my tears and pleas, you still walked away, leaving me with a hole in my chest. It’s a cold world, but I’d be lying if I said didn’t drive you to this point.

You found out. About everything.

You hadn’t heard from your friends in months and you weren’t aware of their reasoning for ignoring you so cruelly. You noticed they had blocked you, noticing your messages weren’t going through, the same as your calls. I knew you were thinking to yourself if ditching them a few times good enough reason for them to kick you out of their lives like you meant nothing to them. Years of friendship and memories down the drain because something as insignificant as this. It made you ponder if only you had managed your time more wisely maybe you would’ve still had their friendship.

I listened to you vent about it, trying to understand what you did to deserve this treatment. I was your shoulder to cry on. I had been nothing more than supportive towards you. In a matter of a few months I became your unconditional companion, the greatest reason for your happiness. I could tell you were developing an emotional dependence on me and I knew it startled you, but I liked it. Having you depend on me gave you another reason to not leave me and I would rely on that for as long as I could.

In spite of your growing dependency on me, you felt our love was too good to be true and that’s when you started digging.

You ran into one of your former best friends at the store and despite her efforts to avoid you, your feet strode towards her with unyielding determination and you confronted her. You could tell she was nervous. She had all the reasons to be. After our phone call, I decided that wasn’t enough to keep her away, so I had one of my… “coworkers” pay her a little visit, but only to give her a scare. Nothing serious, only a threat to end her life if she did as much as look in your direction. She’s a bad influence to you, doll, and you know it. Always going out clubbing, encouraging you to talk to men and to let them put their dirty hands on you. Always telling you that there’s nothing wrong with wearing revealing clothes in public like you’re some common whore. You know I don’t like it when you show off what’s supposed to be preserved for my eyes only. I can’t allow that type of friendship. Don’t you understand that’s how relationships get ruined? I’m just trying to protect you.

With hesitation, your best friend spoke to you, her fists gripping the handle of the shopping cart tightly. Her face twisted with pain as she began to speak, her words seemingly causing her physical discomfort. She told you everything, and you stood there, a perplexed expression on your face, unable to believe a words she uttered. You yelled at her for even attempting to tarnish my image in such way, and you have no idea how happy that made me. Yet, despite your anger, the hairs in your skin stood on end, a silent signal from your intuition urging you to believe her.

Remember the shaken feeling you got when I grabbed you by the hair the morning after we first made love, sweetheart? That’s exactly how you felt this very moment. But to my benefit, you were in denial. I knew she’d be a problem from the start and after all my efforts, she keeps getting in the way of our love. That stupid bitch. She went as far as telling you, through tears, that she feared for your life. As if I would do anything to hurt you. She even suggested fleeing from Japan with her. The mere thought filled me with simmering rage. I would never allow such a thing, and you were ever to disappear from my life because of her fault, I would search every corner of the globe, every hidden crevice, until I found you.

You stormed out of the store feeling agitated, trying to control your breath. I could tell you wanted nothing more than to stomp into my place to yell and scream at me, but to my surprise, you were calm when you arrived. You were so serene it was almost frightening.

That night you let me have my way with you, but it was different. The usual sparkle in your eye had vanished, replaced by a lifeless, hollow stare— I could barely get a moan out of you.

“Sweetheart, you seem out of it tonight. Is everything all right?”

I inquired, stopping my thrusts, concerned about your lack of emotion. I had always been able to read you, but this time I couldn’t decipher your thoughts. The only thing that I could think of was that you believed your best friend’s words, but what were you thinking about doing about it? Your confrontational nature had fooled me into thinking you’d touch the topic with me right away, but the way you were so inside your thoughts made anxiety bubble up inside me.

“I’m fine, Toji. I’m just tired. Let’s keep going.” You answered offering me a smile, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes like it usually did.

I can’t explain why I kept going, but I did. You started moaning, but to me—someone who has made you moan like a bitch in heat innumerable times— it was obvious they were fake moans. I could feel my body trembling from a mixture of pleasure and apprehension and I came inside you the same way I did every night. You didn’t orgasm that night. All you did was wait for me to roll off you as I held you with my face buried in your neck. I held you like it’d be our last night together. As soon as I moved away from you warm body, you rushed to the bathroom to take a shower as if you were disgusted about giving yourself to me.

“I love you, sweetheart.” I hesitantly said as I got up to walk after you, but the only answer I got was a door slammed in my face.

That night, I should have held you longer.

Hours turned into days, days turned into a week without a single word from you. My phone became a repository of unanswered texts and calls, each one a silent plea for your return. I wandered past your house, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, but it stood empty. Your absence was haunting me. No physical or mental torture I had endured compared to the pain I felt. Thoughts invaded my mind, did you actually go along with your friends’ plan and fled the country? Noticing all of your important belongings were still at your place, that couldn’t be a possibility.

I sighed deeply as I lay on your bed, the familiar scent of your shampoo enveloping me as the aroma clung to your pillows. I let my eyelids fall shut reminiscing in all the nights we spent together on this very bed, in particular our first. I couldn’t stop my cock from hardening at the combination of your scent and the memories. My eyes landed on your laundry basket, a black thong catching my attention. I recall the time you wore it for me, you looked absolutely immaculate in this little piece. I rose from the bed making my way towards it, gripping it tightly in my fist as I brought it up to my nose. My cock twitched as the ghost of your scent still lingered on it. This brought back old memories of the times I broke into your apartment before you even knew of my existence. All the countless times I sprawled myself on your bed, messing up your bedsheets as I masturbated to your scent. All those times I would orgasm merely from the feeling of your silky sheets on my bare cock as I would grind my hips against them.

I fell back on your bed as I continued to inhale what was left of your scent, feeling the tent in my sweatpants grow larger. Biting my lip, I pulled the waistband down, feeling relief as my erection sprung free from its retrains. I let out a shaky breath as I gripped the base of my cock. I missed you so much, going a week without seeing you, hearing your voice— a week without your touch, had been excruciating.

I stroked my cock slowly, trying to mimic the way you would tease me. “P-please, sweetheart. I n-need you.” I beseeched into the air, hoping that would make you somehow grace me with your presence. I proceeded to pump myself faster, using the precum that was accumulating on my swollen tip as lubricant, making my cock slick and shiny— only a mere imitation of how your juices coated it.

Running my tongue over the spot where your scent lingered, I squeezed the base of my cock to prevent myself from coming already. “I need to taste you, baby. Please, please, please.” I felt pathetic having to recur to these methods again, but the desperation you caused in me was mind-boggling. The stimulation was too much for me, I couldn’t hold it anymore. I removed your underwear from my face before I started stroking my cock with them, feeling it pulse, knowing those panties that were now touching my member, were once so close to your pretty cunt.

“Please, come back to me.” Wincing, I felt my cock throb painfully, my tone laced with exasperation. Salty tears welled my weary orbs, each drop a testament to the growing ache of your absence. The pain of not having you with me becoming unbearable with every passing moment. I can no longer endure not having you. It was in this moment that I saw clarity, I deemed taking drastic measures necessary if I wanted to hold you in my arms once more.

“F-fuck, baby. I’m gonna come! You gon’ take daddy’s cum?” I whimpered, feeling like my cock was about to burst from excitement. My movements were lacking coordination at this point and I rutted into my hand as my cum started tainting your panties, shivering as my toes curled at the delightful sensation something as simple as your underwear brought to me. Clinging to your sheets, I breathe as I attempt to control my breath, feeling my remaining tears subside.

As I continued to lay there I started getting flashbacks from our last day together. The day our relationship ended.

“We need to talk.” Your voice echoed through the room the moment you stepped into my place, and my heart leaped, its rhythm quickened with the weight of impending confrontation. You were finally ready to address what had happened at the store with your best friend. I had been dreading this moment, enduring all these agonizing days of anxiety. It was clear you had reached the end of your patience, unwilling to bear the mental turmoil any longer.

I cleared my throat, striving to make my voice sound firm as I feigning ignorance. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” I asked, summoning the courage to meet your face. My heart burned at the sight of your distressed expression on your face. I was so accustomed to seeing you always smiling so prettily at me that the contrast was a reminder of how big of a mistake I made. Perhaps I should’ve found a more subtle way to drive you away from your friends without causing this heartache.

You glared at me as you took a seat at the dining table, and I swallowed hard, sitting across from you. “Never did it ever cross my mind that I would have a conversation like this with you Toji.” You began, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you laced your fingers together in front of you. The disappointment and anger in your tone cut deep, but remained quiet as I allowed you to continue.

“You saw me cry and complain day after day about my friends and you knew. You knew the reason they stayed away from me, yet you still let me suffer.” You let out, your voice trembling with emotion.

“Sweetheart—“

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me. You’re not allowed to utter another word until I am done talking!” You demanded, raising your voice. My eyes widened in astonishment, for you had never spoken to me in that tone before. The look of betrayal on your face was unmistakable, and I knew it was all my fault.

“She told me everything you said to her that day on the phone, Toji. And you sent someone to threaten her too?! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You exclaimed, disbelief etched across your face. I couldn’t meet your gaze, my eyes falling to the floor. I couldn’t bear to see the hurt on your usually bright expression. “Gosh, you can’t even look at me. I didn’t want to believe it, but the way you look right now is proof enough for me.” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head.

“And if that wasn’t enough, you already knew that I knew!” My mouth was agape. As those words left your lips, my heart plummeted to my stomach, and I was sure I looked like a deer caught in headlights.

What?

No, no, no.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that, sweetheart. You though you were so slick, didn’t you?” You spat, running a hand through your hair in frustration before continuing. “I saw you, Toji! You were following me and I know you heard our conversation. You knew I was aware of what you had done and fucked me right after I got home from the store like nothing even happened!” By now, you were full on sobbing and I felt a foreign tightness on my throat, as if it was closing up, making it hard to breathe.

It literally felt like a knot in my throat.

Wait, why does my face feel wet?

My eyes felt like they were burning. Salty tears were cascading down my cheeks as my chest tightened, each breath shallow and uneven. I could feel my face contorting with a mix of surprise and agony, muscles twitching involuntarily. After failed attempts to stifle the sob that rose from the deep within, it escaped. I felt a hollow ache in my throat and all I could see was a blurry image of you.

For the first time in my life I was crying.

“Really? You’re crying? This isn’t the first time you’ve followed me has it, Toji?” You inquired, a painful expression painted in your tear stained face. I couldn't keep lying to you any longer and I would most likely regret admitting to this, but I did. All I could manage to do was shake my head, making you burry your face in your hands as more sobs were released from deep within your chest.

“Fuck! How many times? How long?” You questioned, rising to your feet, slamming your hand against the table. I shook my head, refusing to answer as I bit my lips to prevent more cries to leave my lips. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could only pray this was all a nightmare and that I would wake up from this torment in the morning with you cuddled up in my arms.

“Answer me! How. Long.”

I gulped hard, before mustering up the courage to say, “A while.”

You ran a hand over your face, before taking a deep breath. “W-what does that mean? How long exactly is “a while”?”

“A c-couple of months before we met—“

“Before we met?!” You jaw slacked, and you regarded me as though I hailed from another realm entirely. This entire ordeal forces me to entertain the notion that abducting you might have been a more merciful path to our togetherness. Initially challenging, yes, but eventually, Stockholm Syndrome would set in, and you would come to love me… wouldn’t you?

“Y-you’re t-telling me that night we met at the b-bar, wasn’t the our f-first time meeting?” You stuttered, nerves overtaking your body. Why did you look so scared of me? Hadn’t you realized by now I would never do anything to harm you? At least not intentionally.

All I did was shake my head before I standing from my seat, striding toward you. Your tear-filled eyes widened with fear as my towering figure loomed over you. You instinctively stepped back bumping into the kitchen counter, clutching the edges of it so tightly your knuckles paled.

“Sweetheart, there’s no need to be afraid of me.” I started gently, cupping your face in my large hand, eliciting a whimper from you. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done out of love.” And it was true. I knew I’d do anything to keep you by my side, feeling loved, cared for and protected.

“P-please, stop touching me, Toji.” You pleaded, your voice barely audible.

“Don’t ask me that, sweetheart. You’re breaking my heart.” I responded, my voice heavy with emotion. “At one point of my life, I felt undeserving of your love. I thought such an angelic, beautiful creature would never notice a scum such as myself. But that night at the bar, you approached me! You actually came to me! Oh, baby, I was over the moon.” I confessed, a tearful smile gracing my face as I recalled that pivotal moment.

“I knew from that day on that we were meant to be. My feelings weren’t one-sided, sweetheart. You love me just deeply as I love you.” You regarded me with a look that might have seemed incredulous to others, but I didn’t mind. I would do anything to be grazed upon by those breathtaking eyes wether they held love, hate, fear, or disgust— it didn’t matter, as long as they were fixed on me.

“No. No! Let go of me, you fucking creep!” Your sobs echoed through the room as you pounded on my chest, but I refused to release you, even when my heart ached from your insult. Wrapping my arms around your trembling form tightly, I pulled you closer, my grip firm. With a desperate resolve, I sank to my knees, unwilling to let you slip without a fight. If I had to beg for you to stay I would as much as necessary. Every line in your face contorted with pain, your eyes filled with tears that mirrored my own desperation.

“Please, sweetheart. Don’t leave me.” I pleaded, lifting my gaze to meet your grimacing expression.

Without warning, you swung a bottle of Sake from the countertop, striking me across the head with a resounding crack. Stunned and reeling from the blow, I staggered back, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected violence in your part. You fled, sprinting towards the door in a blur of motion and fear, leaving me behind.

I sighed heavily, sitting up on your bed as I rubbed my tired eyes. The events of that day kept replaying relentlessly in my mind, each replay sharpening the ache of uncertainty. You still didn’t know the truth about my occupation, and that haunted me. If you reacted so vehemently to me stalking you, I shudder to imagine your response if you discovered the full extent of my actions. How would you react to me being an assassin? How would you confront the revelation that I was not only stalking you, but taking lives for you, eliminating obstacles in our path to being together?

For now, there’s no need for you to know that information.

I am going to fix this.

Fix us.

I have to say, sweetheart, you really did a number on me with this one.

Who would’ve thought you’d be my most challenging bounty? Two whole weeks— that’s how long it took me to find you. Never in my life had I spent this long perusing a target, but it’s all right, I enjoyed the chase. I felt adrenaline I hadn’t felt in years, a blend of anticipation and thrill surged through me with each lead I followed. Each time I felt closer to you, my body vibrated in excitement. Even amidst my longing for you, the thought of even spotting you from afar felt invigorating.

Now that I found you there was no way I would allow anyone to separate us. Anyone including you.

You were currently passed out in the motel bed while I stood by the window smoking. The soft glow of your phone illuminated the room as I scrolled through your debit card statements, I noticed you had been hopping from one motel to another. Each entry told a story of desperation and fear, a relentless effort to escape from me. A pang of hurt pierced through me as I realized the extent of your actions. You were really spending all of your savings to get away from me? I had believe, perhaps naively, that you harbored genuine feelings for me. Yet, here was the undeniable proof of your running, of your desire to sever our bond.

It seems I was wrong. Love wasn’t something you felt for me, at least not yet. If you didn’t surrender your heart to me willingly, then I would have to take matters into my own hands.

Next to you, on the nightstand, I had bestowed a wonderful gift for you.

Your best friends’ severed little head.

In my desperation, I had gone to her apartment, to try to get information about you out of her. Yet that bitch kept refusing and refusing to cooperate. Each denial chipped away at my patience until there was none left. When it became clear that persuasion was futile, she left me no choice but to break into her apartment to get the information myself. Seething at the lengths I had to go to because of her obstinance, I rummaged through her belongings and electronic until I found a train booking to a town around two hours away when I looked through her laptop. It was definitely for you as it had been forwarded to your email. Dumb bitch.

That woman had an uncanny talent to get under my skin, so I got under hers. Literally.

Doll, if I told you I enjoyed making your friend scream in terror, it would be an understatement. I’m a man of my word. She knew what would go down if she ever came in contact with you again. I’m merely fulfilling my promise. I do have to admit that cleaning up the mess was a pain in the ass, but I withstood it— for you. I’m not even sorry for what you’re about to witness, it was time for you to see the real me. I tried to be better for you, sweetheart, I really did, but if m being honest, you bring out the worst in me. And I love it.

I wasn’t born to be good and you weren’t born to change that. Our fates were intertwined in a dance of contrast, but expecting you to turn me towards light was a fool’s errand. I am who I am and no one— no matter how pure— could change that. I can only wish for your acceptance and comprehension. No matter what you chose to feel for me, I would keep you by my side and show you the same love I always have. Because you’re the only thing I love in this wretched world.

I heard you begin to stir awake, small whimpers leaving your lips as the effects of the drug I had administered you started to fade away. A smirk crept across my face, flicking the remains of my cigarette out the window before striding to were you lay. You squeezed your eyes before slowly opening them, and I couldn’t stop my heart from surging with joy as our eyes met for the first time in weeks. Gods, I missed you.

Your eyes widened when they met mine, and you instinctively crawled back towards the headboard of the bed.

“Mornin’, sleepy head. Slept well?” I questioned as I watched you trying to writhe yourself out of the bed, bumping into the night stand making your friends’ head flop to the ground. Your eyes widened impossibly further and you let out a high pitched scream, covering your mouth with both your hands. “Sweetheart, you need to be more careful. I got this gift just for you and now it’s on the floor.” I tskd before lifting the head up by the hair, dangling it in front of you.

Harsh sobs started escaping your lips as you realized who it was.

“Why are you crying, doll? Don’t you like it?” I asked, feigning disappointment. You shut your eyes and I could tell you were praying this was all a nightmare, but I’m not a nightmare. I’m real and I’m here to stay with you. “Come one, settle down now, baby. You wouldn’t want anyone else to end up like her, do you?” You immediately shook your head. “Yeah that’s what’s I thought.” I said through a chuckle, before setting down the head on the nightstand once again. I sat down on the edge of the bed, itching closer to your trembling form. My hands reached out, cupping your tear stained cheeks. Your skin felt cold and damp beneath my touch.

“W-why a-are you d-doing this, Toji?” You stammered, your voice trembling with horror. You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to create some semblance of a barrier between us, your eyes wide and pleading for an explanation.

“Sweetheart, everything I’ve done for you is because I love you.” I explained softly, my voice laced with the usual tenderness I always addressed you with. “In order to protect our love I’ve been forced to turnt to these measures. It’s the only way to keep us together, to ensure that nothing and no one can come between us!” You were shaking your head in disbelief and I could tell you were starting to feel nauseous. Guilt started washing over me as I realized what I had just made you go through, so I offered you a sincere smile before saying, “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll get rid of it and she’ll be out of our sight forever.”

I planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, savoring the moment as I inhaled your intoxicating scent as I lingered there. I had never forgotten how addicting it was. A fragrance I had never forgotten, one that was engraved into my memory and haunted my dreams when you weren’t there. Every thing about you was intoxicating and if you were going to be the death of me, I would gladly allow you to kill me. If loving you meant risking everything, even my own demise, then I embraced that fate with no hesitation.

You are my addiction, my sweetest vice, my sweetest heart, and I willingly surrender to your enchantment. For in your arms, I found a love worth any sacrifice.

I grabbed you by the hair just like I did on our first night together, but this time with a firm grip. “Now, Reader, I’m gonna need you to make a decision.”

Are you going to choose to love me or am I gonna have to force you?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

june 2024 octa + 4koma manga updates

As a reminder, no Episode of Savanaclaw manga chapter this month ^^ And without further ado, some of the highlights (in my opinion) of the latest manga updates:

This month's cover page illustration features Yuuta and Grim marveling over a chess board (since at this point in the story they're camping out in Savanaclaw). If you look closely, each of the pieces on the chessboard represent the relevant TWST characters; there are two card soldiers (presumably one for Ace and one for Deuce), a wolf for Jack, a hyena for Ruggie, and a lion for Leona on the "white" side. On the opposing "black" side (fitting, since Azul will OB soon) are two eel pieces for the twins and one octopus piece for Azul.

We continue the adorable overly flattering Ace from last month's chapter! Sad to say that I, too, would be completely fooled by this act-- asbfalebqejdqo The older merguard is also very cute and enthusiastic. I love that the manga can give faceless NPCs and mobs actual eyes. It grants them a lot more personality and soul! We continue the adorable overly flattering Ace from last month's chapter! Sad to say that I, too, would be completely fooled by this act-- asbfalebqejdqo The older merguard is also very cute and enthusiastic. I love that the manga can give faceless NPCs and mobs actual eyes. It grants them a lot more personality and soul!

HECK YEAH, IT'S TWEELS tERRORISM TIME BBABY 🤡 Jade and Floyd got sooo many good shots this chapter????? Love that the second page above shows us just how long Floyd is + how the two genuinely delight in scaring our crew (RIP Ace, he looks so close to death's door when he seeks Jade and Floyd peeking at him).

These panels paint the picture of the chase and fight being very frantic for our crew, but really being a chill game to the Leech brothers. They definitely have the upper hand this whole time, and the art helps to convey that feeling!

(Side note: that face Deuce makes with the pinched mouth is also top tier 👌)

So this chapter is the one where Leona swipes the keys to Azul's vault and robs him of all the golden contracts. This results in many, MANY distressed, panicked, and/or desperate expressions from Azul... all of which are soooo delicious <3 There's a ton more than what I've included here (I picked some of my faves), I just couldn't include them all because of Tumblr post image limits.

THE SMUGZUL LAUGH?????? ?? ??? ?? ?????? ? HIS ANSWER TO THE OJOUSAMA LAUGH

Featuring: out-of-shape nerd (relatable) Azul fans fr feasting this update 🙏

RUGGIIIIIIE 🥰 He makes a lot of :3 faces that are just great!!

ANOTHER THING THAT CAUGHT MY ATTENTION WAS THE SHEER AMOUNT OF LEONA SMUG IN THIS CHAPTER I MEAN SEEING LEONA SMUG MAKES ME GRIT MY TEETH AND WANNA KNOCK HIM DOWN A PEG BUT WOW IS HE PRETTY LIKE THIS AUVYFB32T73RANfhbabfobiqrBI/.L;,'KJM;N GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRR I HAT EYOU KINHSCHPLAR I HATE YOU SO MUCH i'm gONA PUNCHHF YOU IN YOUR STUPID SLUTTY ,.,NAFCLAVICLE

anyway Anyway ANYWAY!!!!!! Azul is so close to snapping now, boys :)))) Soon... SOON, OB AZUL AND CHILD!OCTAVINELLE IN HIS FLASHBACK...

Now for 4koma news! This month features a comic about Epel playing Magift/Spelldrive and another comic about Jamil cooking curry.

My favorite segment from the Epel comic! Grim is peak cuteness here, love that he curls into himself to brace for impact, INCLUDING THE FRIGGIN TAIL.

HLBQVUFOQVIYFA; This part made me think of my Gordon Ramsay in Twisted Wonderland series, specifically the fish-themed installment with Jamil and Deuce; in it, Jamil plots on making a seafood dish to serve to Azul as revenge for the events of book 4. In the Jamil 4koma this month, Jamil sees Octavinelle and then considers making a seafood/fish curry with that smug-ass face in the bottom-most panel 💀 That's all for now! See you next month for more~

[kmackatie]

Tarquin / Ashur Fic Rec List - Part One

So you've played Dragon Age: The Veilguard (or had dash osmosis) and want to read about the fantasy pope moonlighting as a vigilante and a resistance fighter tired of his job falling in love? Being two idiots in love? Well! Do I have the post for you!

Look no further, here are a collection of fics to get you started.

Honestly, I recommend the entire tag which I read (at the time, it was 8 pages on AO3) in its entirety but I know not everyone is insane so I wanted to get back to a little fic rec list and put together a (non-exhaustive!) list of a few favourites.

I added part one to the title because I'm optimistic about writing another one later. Without any further ado, here we go.

Snatched from the jaws of an ending world by SkyScribbles/@sky-scribbles (1/1 chapters, 5,089 words, rated T, no warnings)

This was the first tashur fic I read and set off what was a simmering interest into full blorbo mode. A blighted Ashur throwing himself in danger and a Tarquin who can't bear it anymore.

You fill the emptiness behind the masks I wear by SkyScribbles/@sky-scribbles (1/1 chapters, 4,205 words, rated E, no warnings)

Yes, a second Sky fic, however, they are both excellent and are set in the same timeline (though both can be read independently!) Ashur is losing himself to the blight, and Tarquin is there to remind him of why he needs to keep living. Also some incredibly hot and tender smut.

The Templar, the Viper, and Other Masks by teddywesworl/ @teddywesworl (2/2 chapters, 13,996 words, rated E, no warnings)

A great fic of how Tarquin came to be a Shadow Dragon (and to find out Ashur's identity) which has been sitting with me since I read it. Great characterisation and writing, there is also a series with additional works!

The Sacred and the Profane by Sidney Sussex/@sidneysussex (chapters 1/1, 6,029 words, rated M, no warnings)

Crack taken seriously in the best of ways. This fic had me laughing at some moments (the end reveal is :chefskiss: wonderful) and just a fun comedy fic full of great characterisation.

Trials 1:11 by minrathian/@minrathian (works 4/4, combined 18,546 words, rated T-M, no warnings)

A series of fics both pre-and-post canon of Tarquin and Ashur meeting and falling in love. It's a lovely series of fics (seriously, everything minrathian writes is a delight!) and hits the spot of filling in how these idiots in love came to actually admit it.

5 Years / 5 Conversations by bendingwind/@bendingwind (works 5/5, combined 6,278 words, rated T-M)

Another series based around different conversations, how they met, and came to be. Bendingwind is another where you could just go through xer works and have a great time.

And right at the end, I'm linking to a collection of drabbles which spawned off the hivemind discord server (want to join? reach out!) and all of the are worth a read!

Tarquin/Viper Drabbles by various authors (myself included!)

Missed one of your favourites? Drop it below!

[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 9

As you guys wanted, here's me doubling up on posting days. It will (hopefully) be twelve hours apart so that each chapter can get some love.

In this chapter we have a lot of flirting between Eddie and Steve. The Party being "meh" *shrugs shoulders* at Steve being bi. And Robin being the most soulmate a guy could ask for.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

MY TAG LIST FOR THIS STORY IS CLOSED!!!!

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****

That night they were all gathered to watch the amateur theatrical society put on Much Ado About Nothing.

Even the ones who had been reluctant to join in were doubled over in laughter at the trick the Prince pulled on Beatrice and Benedict. The way they cried when Hero was accused of cheated on Claudio. And cheered when it was resolved happily ever after.

Mike complained about it all the way to the car. “We were forced to read this play in eighth grade and I hated it. I never knew it was funny.”

Eddie put his arm around his shoulder. “That is the unfortunate side effect of the education system. They suck the joy out of all of everything.”

“Normally I’m rolling my eyes at Eddie’s rants,” Robin said, “but I’m going to have to agree with him on this one. They just want sanitized versions of everything.”

Steve nodded. “Like what’s with the jump in American history when we stop in eighth grade at the Civil War and then all the way to WWII in eleventh grade, with only a brief mention of WWI as it related to WWII. Are they really trying to tell us that nothing happened in those eighty years of note? Like the fuck?”

Mike blinked at him. “Holy shit, I never even realized.”

The kids looked around at each other in shock.

“They push math and science,” Eddie continued, “but shit on everything else, except sports.”

He winced when realized what he had said. He looked over at Steve with an apology on his lips, but Steve was nodding.

“And they have to be the right sports, too,” Steve agreed. “Wrestling, swimming, soccer...anything outside the big three baseball, football, or basketball. Trust me, I got a lot of flack on being on the swim team. It was ‘gay’.”

“What?” Will squawked. “Why?”

Eddie licked his lips. “Little, teeny, tiny uniforms.” He emphasized the point holding his fingers not that far apart.

Dustin snorted. “Can’t be any worse than the basketball shorts.”

Steve looked upwards as he chewed on the bottom of his lip.

Dustin’s eyes bulged out of his head. “How much worse are we talking about here?”

“Speedo.”

Lucas frowned. “What the fuck is a Speedo?”

Eddie was practically vibrating in his skin. “Can I tell them, Stevie? Can I please?”

Steve let out a little sigh. The sigh the Party lovingly called his mom sigh. It was the sound he made when he knew no mater what he did it was going to end badly for him, so he just...let it happen.

He waved at Eddie to go ahead.

“Instead of swim trunks, that have a leg on them,” Eddie crowed, “Speedos are swim underpants. They cover the junk, the ass, and that’s it.”

“And you deliberately wore these things?” Max asked in interest. More interest than Lucas or any of the guys were comfortable with.

“I’m good at it,” Steve said, blush creeping up his ears and down his throat from the stain on his cheeks. “The uniform wasn’t as bad Eddie’s making it out to be.”

Gareth snorted. “Nope, they really are that bad. There was a period of time where–”

Eddie slammed his hand over Gareth’s mouth. “There’s no need to tell them about that, Gare.”

Steve looked over at Brian.

“Your senior year Eddie forced all of Hellfire to watch your meets.”

“Bri!” Eddie protested.

Steve looked over at Eddie and raised an eyebrow. “You like the...what was you it called it,” he said tapping his finger on his lips, “the ‘little, teeny, tiny’ uniform, Eds?”

Eddie threw his arms in the air. “I am but a gay man in a small town, so sue me!”

“I always preferred the lifeguard uniforms at the community pool,” Steve said. “Less wedgies.”

“Babe,” Eddie scoffed, “those shorts and tank left very little to the imagination. At least with the Speedo you knew what you were getting. With the lifeguard uniform it was all fantasy.”

Steve laughed. “I bet you were the kind who faked drowning to get CPR from their favorite lifeguard.”

“I can honestly say, I’ve never done that.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked all smiles. “Can you prove that?”

Eddie got up close to him and whispered, “Yeah, darlin’. I think I would have remembered you rescuing me before the Upside Down.” He winked at him and sauntered off. The rest of the band hastily said their goodbyes and hurried after their ride home.

Steve’s face was as red as his old life guard uniform. “Right. Let’s get home, yeah?”

Dustin eye’s narrowed at him for a moment. “Steve Harrington, are you crushing on my DM?”

The remaining eight looked at Dustin in shock.

“Dude!” Will hissed. “You can’t just ask that in public! What if someone overheard you?”

Dustin looked around and waved his hand around him. “There is literally no one here. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t think it was a safe time to ask. But I’m going home with my mom as soon as she gets here and I will not be stymied.”

Steve ducked his head. “And if I did like boys, that would be okay with everyone?”

Everyone just looked around at each other and there was this collective shrug.

“Do you still like girls?” Max asked, genuinely curious.

Steve nodded shyly.

Lucas frowned. “You can like both?”

“Like David Bowie!” El said with her serene smile. “He likes both. Freddie Mercury from Queen, too.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly like that, El!”

Her smile grew.

“It’s okay if you like Eddie that way,” Mike said softly.

All the heads snapped to look at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, okay. I have a lot to work on regarding the whole Lucas thing, but I’m not a complete ass.”

“Thank you,” El said and kissed his cheek. “You just have a lot growing up to do. We all do. We just need to give each other the chances to do so safely. Or at least that’s what Joyce keeps telling me.”

Steve gave her a hug. “Thanks, Supergirl.”

He looked out at all his friends. The people who were more his family then his own parents.

“I might have a small...” he raised his finger and thumb, “crush on a certain metalhead DM who recently joined the Party in March...”

Robin scoffed. “And by little he means huge!” She spread out her arms all the way out.

Dustin’s head snapped around to Steve. “If you two get together, he better treat you right. You deserve it.”

Steve blinked. Considering how Dustin had worded his original question, he had been sure that Dustin was going to him not to break Eddie’s heart.

He gave Dustin a hug and kissed the top of his head.

He really shouldn’t have doubted this kid.

Just then, Claudia pulled up in her station wagon and Dustin, El, Will and Mike all piled in after saying their goodbyes.

“He totally has the hots for you, by the way,” Max said dryly.

Steve blinked at her for a moment. “How do you know that? Does he spend all his days learning alt rock on his guitar or something for me?”

Max just blinked at him. “Huh. You aren’t as stupid as I thought.” And then she just started walking toward the car.

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “So to make sure I got this right, Max is saying Eddie has the hots for me because he’s been learning my favorite songs for me on his guitar?”

“That’s what it sounded like to me, man,” Lucas said with a half shrug.

“I’m with Lucas on this one,” Robin agreed. “So maybe you should do what I’ve been suggesting for the last three weeks and you know ASK HIM OUT!”

Lucas giggled.

“Shush you,” Steve admonished. “Get to the car.” He pointed at Robin. “You are spending the night with me to help plan out something cool.”

Robin saluted and Lucas just rolled his eyes and they all walked to the car to end another great night at the fair.

****

“Let’s play to your strengths,” Robin said, sitting cross-legged on Steve’s bed.

“Sports, sewing, and history,” Steve said, ticking them off on his fingers. “Fat lot of good that’s going to do me. It’s not as though I can whip out something overnight as a token of my affection.”

She rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t have to be something fancy. You could do something small. Like maybe use that fancy red thread you got at the weavers yesterday.”

He blushed. “I wouldn’t know where to start. Everything I know how to make is either winter stuff or something he’d never use.”

“He uses that handkerchief all the time,” Robin pointed out. “You could do something like that.”

Steve flopped dramatically on his back. “Not if he knew it was made from that fancy thread I got. He’d want to protect it.”

Robin had to give him that one. Because that would be an Eddie thing to do. And while the sentiment was sweet it would make Steve sad that he never used it.

Suddenly Steve sat up. “Oh!”

She blinked at him. “What’s ‘oh’?”

“He was telling me just last week,” he explained, “that the bag he used to hold all his dice for their game got a hole in it and it kept spilling the dice all over the inside of his backpack!”

Robin grinned. “Let’s pick out the best material to match that pretty thread.”

Steve nodded. “I just have to make a quick phone call to find out how big the bag should be and I can have this done in no time at all.”

He called Dustin and told him his idea. Dustin was ecstatic and told him everything he needed to know.

Robin and Steve then dug into his material stores and picked out a nice black felt and a satin red lining to make doubly sure Eddie wouldn’t lose the dice down the gaping maw that was his backpack.

He then showed Robin how to make patterns and cut them. Then he got to work.

Even with how easily Robin got bored, she watched the whole time with fascination. How he embroidered his pattern into what would be the front of the bag. How quickly and evenly Steve stitched the pieces of cloth together. He explained the process every step of the way and her eyes just lit up.

He turned the bag right side out and fitted it with silver draw string. He pulled it taut and held it up to Robin to see.

She reached out and gently took it from him. “That’s so cool. You do a bunch of these at work and send them to Katie as way to gauge reactions to your work, while you make bigger pieces.”

Steve licked his lips. “You really think these would sell?”

“And I think Eddie would be pleased as punch that he got the first official Harrington Pattern design.”

Steve took it back from her and smiled. “That would make it even more special, wouldn’t it?”

Robin grinned. “Yes, yes it would.”

He threw his arms around her. “You’re the best soulmate anyone could possibly ask for.”

She blushed but held him tight. “You too, Stevie.”

When Steve finally pulled back he tapped his finger on his lips. “Now what to make you.”

Robin squealed. “But you already made something awesome. The pirate costume was amazing, you don’t have to do more just because you made Eddie something.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yes, but I just tailored the clothes. I didn’t make them. I want to make you something.”

She scoffed. “Like the only thing I need are gloves for marching band. Since I have to have hand-me-downs, they are either too tight or way too big.”

His eyes lit up. “I’ve never made gloves before. That would be fun and interesting to try.”

“How would you even measure something like that?” Robin asked, a small amount of hope creeping into her voice.

Steve grinned. “Do you remember those ugly ass hand turkeys they made us draw in elementary school?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Just. Like. That.”

Her eyes went wide. “Wait are you serious?”

Steve just grinned.

****

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

I'm not 100% sure my history experience in school is universal in the US, but in order to bridge the gap you actually had to an elective history class called Twentieth Century. Like it was straight up bullshit. And before you ask, you can bet your ass I took that class. It was taught by my favorite teacher. Of course I took that class.

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Much Ado - A Mortal Kombat Fanfiction

For the lady Mortal Kombat fans who would like to read about dangerous, competent men in conflict, and a woman caught in the tempest.

Chapter 4 - Mistaken

Previous --- Next (Pending)

Centuries of spring times had ushered young and old through the flowering paths surrounding Ginkakuji temple.

Raiden again found himself awakened in the wrong place. Not in the inner sanctums of the Sky Temple worship hall, but enjoying a bright spring afternoon far from the seclusion of his Earthly home. He was walking among a modest throng of mortals, all similarly enjoying the flurry of life that the warmer season brought about. The tranquility he had felt disappeared with the onset of that all too familiar irritation. It was as if someone were taunting him, playing tricks of the mind in humiliating ritual to pull him from matters of import to utter frivolities, and he was certain that he knew precisely who that someone must be.

It was that moment Raiden felt a familiar presence, and as a fan folds, each incident of his strange wanderings came into clear relief, until the whole of his encounters now stacked themselves unto his consciousness: From the first appearance on the lonely mountain temple, to today's garden stroll, this same person had been present every time…

As storm clouds began to gather, the bustle of the crowd slowed, and most took their leave before the Heavens opened with the torrential downpour that now threatened. The few remaining pilgrims and tourists opened their umbrellas or raised their hoods, happy to welcome the sky's blessing, until a massive thunderbolt struck nearby, shattering a pine tree that had been witness to the passing of hundreds of seasons.

"ENOUGH!!"

The walking path was quickly cleared as the scant remaining visitors hurried to proper shelter, commiserating among themselves as they passed the now burning tree and could see its hollowed trunk with glowing embers, others commenting on the ornery beggar in ragged robes now making a spectacle of himself.

Raiden seethed, much like the tree that had been felled by his strike, smoldering with internal fire, and set his sights on the one person that had not vacated. The woman now stood opposite him, her attention pulled from the thrice-in-a-lifetime experience of a close-proximity lightning strike to the white robed stranger.

"Why do you persist in these games, sorcerer? Why summon me here?"

The woman turned and looked for whom he must've been addressing, before looking back to the accuser with puzzled expression. "I beg your pardon?"

Raiden bristled at the feigned ignorance and kept his gaze low, the fury now glowing in his eyes obscured by his cover. "Your deceptions grow more and more tiresome, Shang Tsung!"

The woman mouthed the foreign name silently, eyes squinting with discernment as she decided whether to entertain this old beggar's delusion or turn from the strange confrontation and take her leave. She recognized the unspoken feeling of malice, and knew well that confrontation with an angry, blinded soul could turn physical at the slightest provocation. After careful consideration, she turned and walked away not with a word, but with a small smile, wishing the mad man well in thought.

The silence only served to stoke Raiden's ire further as his body thrummed with light, and he appeared now immediately before the disguised Shang Tsung, certain of his accusation and feeling the nostalgia of facing down the soul-stealer in direct kombat lifetimes ago. His presence now undeniable, he bore down on the sorcerer with terrible rage, barely contained.

"Your deceit will no longer avail you! Too long have I entertained your summons - no longer! Now reveal yourself or thunder take you!"

As this raggedly garbed beggar suddenly materialized before her in a flash of light, his eyes, now un-obscured by his hat, glowing white hot and crackling with electricity, she fell backwards in disbelief.

Stunned at what she had just witnessed, the woman hadn't the presence of mind to heed that which the thunder god had threatened, only staring agape at what she could only assume to be an incredibly immersive hallucination. She blinked hard, expecting to awaken from the dream, but only saw the man before her raise an arm to the sky and point the other directly at her.

Still thinking the "woman's" spectacle to be Tsung's shameful mendacity, Raiden narrowed his eyes and readied a ferocious volley to teach the duplicitous snake a lesson he would not soon forget.

She felt the hairs on the back of her arms raise, and braced as the realization of her current predicament coalesced with the slow of time, as often happened with the finality of mortal existence.

The thunder striking on the rainy mountain side, the tearful sea-side meditations of her homeland, the joyful pub-sings that had broken out during terrible passing thunderstorms, her brief run-in with the kindly monks of the well hidden Wu Shi academy; this same presence now before her had been that feeling at every encounter. Death appeared differently to everyone, she assumed, and had apparently tired of flirting from unseen vantage.

It seemed that it was now her time.

As the smell of ozone and loud crash of thunder filled her senses, she slowly eased her eyes open to see not the blinding flash expected, but a man in dark clothes now bearing the brunt of what was clearly meant for her.

Raiden ceased his channeled anger and took a step back, for now it was his turn to feel the unexpected shock of what stood before him. Shang Tsung grunted as he dropped to one knee, smoke billowing off of his back as the last vestiges of lightning sparked from him and grounded out. Behind him balked the woman Raiden had assumed to be Tsung's own clever disguise, and as she now called out to this stranger, begging his response and affirmation of vitality, a familiar coldness gripped the thunder god at the base of his heart.

"Impossible…!"

"Are you surprised, Raijin?" Shang Tsung coughed through the subsiding pain, reveling in the God's growing sense of ignominy. Shang Tsung then put on his best thaumaturg flair and declared "You'll find no mortals to torment here, foul spirit. Begone!"

So it wasn't death, but the old Japanese deity of thunder and lightning, the woman hemmed internally.

"You dare to-" Raiden raged, electricity enveloping his forearms as he prepared a second volley, only to feel that terrible sense of regret hobble him as the woman he nearly annihilated now stepped forth with fierce defiance, placing herself between the two rivals.

"You heard the man, Raijin. Either finish what you started, or go destroy trees elsewhere."

"You misunderstand, mortal, I have no qualm with-"

"No qualm?" She laughed, cutting short his hesitant excuse with a broad gesture to the surroundings. As if on queue, the burning pine tree's internal structure lost the last of its integrity, and fell just behind the woman and Shang Tsung with a resounding crash.

"The definition of "qualm" must not translate properly here," she asserted with measured amusement while maintaining fierce eye contact, ready for his acquiescence, or her end - To Raiden's astonishment, it didn't seem she would mind either way. The woman then switched languages to one he had known quite well thanks to his adopted name, repeating her ultimatum that the thunder deity either follow through with his murderous intent, or trouble them no longer.

The palpable force of her untrammeled spirit sent a thrill unlike any Raiden had ever felt across his mortal flesh, and he found himself no longer glancing hatefully past the woman to catch Shang Tsung's triumphant smirk, but looking into her eyes in earnest, and feeling that which had become a tether through the aether which pulled him time and again from his meditations.

Just as the realization that this mortal's soul had indeed been a beacon to him, she turned from Raiden with purposeful stride, and tended the man who had saved her life.

As Raiden watched her now lavish attentions on his greatest rival, paying him no more mind than one would a passing breeze, he found himself dumbstruck, unable to act nor speak through his mounting, impotent rage. Shang Tsung was similarly ignoring Raiden as he put on his best performance for this perfect stranger. When she embraced him in heartfelt thanks for his selfless act, Shang Tsung took the opportunity to give Raiden the same knowing smile that he had suffered from the storm warrior following his defeat against Liu Kang.

Raiden disappeared with a final crash of thunder, his angry shout echoing through the temple grounds, and as Shang Tsung played his act to the hilt, Raiden continued his observations from afar.

"Never have I seen such a spectacle! You put my pranks to shame!"

Raiden could only seethe as the winds danced about him before coalescing into the physical body he himself had gifted them aeons ago.

"You know, brother… I've had my share of mortal romances, but I never thought YOU the type to fall in-"

"We are NOT siblings!" Raiden finally broke, tearing his gaze from the now strolling couple to cow the impertinent gale. "Do not forget who bestowed that form unto you, Fujin!"

Fujin held his hands up in a cloying fashion, still smiling, but remaining silent until Raiden's rage subsided. He then chuckled, "And a fine form it is! I have had quite the time with it. Kombat is one thing, but it seems you are just now discovering flesh and blood's true purpose."

This barb brought a pang of agony to Raiden's heart as he felt the intimations of what Fujin alleged, but instead of turning his ire into violent retribution against the messenger, he looked hatefully to the thief who now had whetted appetite for the subtler pleasures of the mortal soul. Lightning flashed, and the skies opened.

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 4: Heart on the Line

A/N: Chapter 4 is here you guys! I think I am going to continue writing two stories and then post them, that way it's easier versus doing the whole day at a time. If you haven't checked out Chapter 3 along with the other chapters they are linked down below. Without further ado. Here’s Chapter 4. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 (here)

Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew.

Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate.

As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster filled with angst, action, and a dash of romance. I'm thrilled to take you on this adventure with Y/N, Sanji, and the rest of the Straw Hat crew!

Word Count: 4.1K 

Sanji x Y/N, OP x Y/N

 

You notice a bright yellow light from a distance as Luffy wraps his rubber arms around your waist. Your body aches, and all you want is to take off these dirty clothes, take a hot shower, and rest. Suddenly, you hear Luffy's voice.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm gonna throw you in the air and catch you so we can carry you. That okay?"

Barely paying attention, you mutter, "What?"

Luffy, taking that as agreement, grins. "She says yes! Alright!"

"Wait, Luffy!" you exclaim, but it's too late. You're already soaring into the air, screaming and yelling, "Luffy!"

Just as you're bracing for a rough landing, a pair of familiar arms catch you with ease. "Oh, my sweet Y/N," Sanji's voice is smooth and reassuring. "Don't worry, your prince is here to carry you."

You look up, and your eyes meet Sanji's warm gaze. A small blush creeps onto your cheeks as you nuzzle closer to his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Thank you, Sanji," you whisper, laying a tender kiss on his neck.

Sanji's breath hitches slightly at your touch, but he quickly recovers, his voice softening as he speaks. "Anything for you, my love. I’d never let you fall."

You can feel his heart racing against yours, and it brings a smile to your face. "I knew I could count on you," you murmur, your lips brushing against his skin.

Sanji chuckles, his voice low and filled with affection. "Always, Y/N. You're safe with me."

As Sanji carries you, you begin to drift in and out of consciousness. The pain is fading, but exhaustion is catching up with you. You think to yourself that the effects must be wearing off.

Finally, you reach Grove 13, and Shakkys Bar, Sanji gently sets you down. Chopper is already there, carefully tending to your wounds. Sanji is nearby, his worry still evident, but there’s a softer expression on his face now that you’re safe.

The rest of the crew gather around Rayleigh, who is seated at the bar with a thoughtful expression. They’re deep in conversation about the legendary Pirate King, Gol D. Roger.

Luffy, eyes wide with curiosity, asks, "So, Rayleigh, what was Roger like? You were part of his crew, right?"

Rayleigh nods, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I was. Roger was... quite a man. Charismatic, fearless, and incredibly strong. He had a way of inspiring those around him." 

As the conversation continues, Usopp turns to Robin with a hint of excitement. "Robin, don't you think we should ask Rayleigh more about the One Piece? This is a huge opportunity!"

Before Robin can respond, Luffy’s eyes narrow, and he raises his voice. "No! We’re not asking about the treasure! There’s a reason so many pirates risk their lives for it, and I don’t want to make our adventure boring by digging into that mystery!"

Luffy’s declaration is punctuated with a dramatic flourish. "I DON'T WANT TO GO ON A BORING ADVENTURE LIKE THAT!!!"

Usopp, taken aback by Luffy’s intensity, quickly apologizes. "Sorry, Luffy. I didn’t mean to stir things up."

Rayleigh watches the interaction with a bemused smile and then turns to Luffy. "So, Luffy, do you really think you can conquer the Grand Line?"

Luffy grins, his eyes sparkling with determination. "I’m not really aiming to conquer it. I just want to be the King of the Pirates, which means being the freest person on the ocean."

Rayleigh’s smile widens, and Shakky’s eyes twinkle with admiration. "You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Luffy."

Rayleigh then informs the crew, "I’ll have your ship coated in three days. Until then, you’ll need to avoid any trouble."

With that, the crew decided the best course of action is to split up and draw attention away from Rayleigh’s shop. Shakky hands us each a Vivre Card for safety, ensuring they can reunite with Rayleigh once the coating is complete. She also moves the Thousand Sunny to a safer location.

As we prepare to leave, we bid farewell to Hatchan, Camie, Pappag, and Shakky. They head back into the groves, ready to lay low for the next few days.

“Well, what do we do now?” Usopp asks, glancing around at the group.

Luffy, with his usual enthusiasm, pipes up, “I think we should go to the amusement park!”

You let out a weary sigh. “Fat chance. I’m not going through that again.”

Sanji notices the tremble in your voice and gently takes your hand, bringing it to his face. He places a soft kiss on it, his gaze full of reassurance. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll protect you now. No harm shall come to you.”

You smile at him, feeling a surge of adoration. “Thank you, Sanji. It means a lot.”

As the group heads towards Grove 12, an unexpected bright light flares up, startling everyone. You all look up to see Bartholomew Kuma, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the area.

Zoro narrows his eyes, confused. “What’s he doing here?”

Luffy’s face pales as he recalls the encounter. “Wait, Kuma? Didn’t we fight him before?”

Sanji’s grip on your hand tightens, his concern evident. “Stay close, Y/N. We don’t know what he’s up to.”

Kuma stands still, his gaze sweeping over the crew, and the tension in the air becomes palpable as everyone braces for whatever comes next. 

“This can’t be the same Kuma we fought, right?” you say, staring at the Pacifista in disbelief.

The crew quickly springs into action, each member fighting with all their strength. Chopper uses Cloven Roseo Metel slamming into Kuma, enraging him. Kuma retaliates, attempting to blast Chopper, but Franky intervenes with a powerful Strong Hammer, smashing into Kuma with force.

Kuma sends Franky flying effortlessly, but Robin swoops in with her Spider Net, catching Franky mid-air and preventing a harsh fall. Meanwhile, Brook tries to strike from above, but Kuma turns to blast him. Just in time, Usopp uses Atlas Comet, a precise shot that distracts Kuma and draws his attention away from Brook.

It seems Usopp’s attack has struck a nerve, causing Kuma to stagger. Franky observes closely. “Looks like this Kuma is just a clone, like me. We can take him down!”

You attempt to join the fight but feel too weak from earlier. You stay close to Nami and Robin, who are determinedly protecting you. “Stay back,” Nami says firmly. “You’re in no condition to fight.”

Robin adds, “We’ll keep you safe. Just hold on.” 

Kuma aims a powerful laser from his mouth, intending to blow everyone away. But before he can fire, Robin uses her Devil Fruit powers to clamp his mouth shut, causing the laser to shoot back and hit the Pacifista.

Nami seizes the moment and charges in with a Thunder Tempo, striking Kuma with a crackling bolt of electricity. However, the attack only seems to push Kuma further into a berserk state. 

Sanji, Zoro, and Luffy, each showing signs of exhaustion, prepare for their final techniques. Sanji unleashes a powerful Flambage Shot, his fiery attack scorching Kuma’s metal body. Zoro follows with a decisive Kiki Kyutoryu: Ashura, combining his swords in a whirlwind of slashes. Finally, Luffy, fully charged with Gear 3, delivers a colossal Gomu Gomu no Gigant Rifle, landing a devastating blow.

Kuma collapses under the relentless assault, and the crew, panting heavily, gathers to catch their breath.

You call out, your voice strained. “We need rest, you guys. This Kuma has drained almost all our energy!”

Before anyone can respond, a voice rings out from above, echoing through the air. “You guys got some real nerve, look what you've done!”

Everyone looks up in shock as a new figure descends from the sky. Throwing his axe with deadly precision towards the crew.

“Look out!” Usopp yells, scrambling to dodge the incoming weapon.

The mysterious figure lands with a heavy thud and reveals another Pacifista—a new Kuma—standing beside him.  

The mysterious figure looks at the defeated PX-4 with a sneer. “I’m disgusted. The Navy isn’t made of money. Building just one of these Pacifistas costs as much as an entire warship!”

The crew, already worn out from their previous battle, reacts with shock and dismay.

As the crew stares at the mysterious figure and the Pacifista, everyone wonders the same thing: is this the real Kuma or not? The tension is palpable until Franky breaks the silence. “Alright, axe guy, just who the hell are you?”

The figure tries to maintain his composure, but the pressure is too much. “I’m Sentomaru,” he finally admits, the words coming out like a confession. He gestures to the Pacifista next to him. “And this here is PX-1.”

Before anyone can react, PX-1 raises its arm and fires a powerful blast at the group. The explosion sends everyone flying, crashing into the ground with a force that leaves them winded. You land hard on Zoro, hearing him grunt in pain. Realizing the severity of his injuries, you quickly scramble off him.

Luffy, shaken but determined, quickly assesses the situation. “Guys, split up! Run!” His voice carries an urgency that makes the crew look at him with worry.

Usopp and Chopper, always quick to react, yell out in agreement. “Sounds good to me! RUN!” they shout, their arms flailing as they start sprinting away.

As the crew begins to scatter, Sanji pauses to check on Zoro, who’s struggling to his feet. “Are you going to be fine on your own?” Sanji asks

Zoro shoots him a glare, gritting his teeth. “Shut up and go. I can handle this.”

With a nod, Sanji turns to join his group, which includes Nami and Franky. As he sprints to catch up. he calls out, “Wait up, Nami! We should stick together!” His voice softens as he reaches her, heart eyes practically glowing. “I won’t let anything happen to you, my sweet Nami! 

Nami, still running, throws a quick glance over her shoulder and says, “That’s great and all, but what about Y/N?”

Sanji’s heart skips a beat as the realization hits him. He frantically scans the chaos around him, finally spotting you with Zoro’s group, being carried by Usopp. Panic and guilt flood his chest as he yells out, “Zoro! You better take care of Y/N!”

Zoro glances back at Sanji, his expression unimpressed. “Shut up, curly-brow. Your fault for leaving her behind in the first place,” he retorts sharply, his tone dismissive but protective.

Sanji clenches his fists, frustration and worry battling within him. “You idiot moss-head! If anything happens to her, I’ll—”

Zoro cuts him off, his gaze steady. “She’s safer with us right now. Focus on keeping Nami and Franky safe.”

Sanji grits his teeth, hating that Zoro is right. He turns back to his group, determination burning in his eyes. “Just make sure she’s alright, moss-head,” he mutters before focusing on Nami and Franky, ensuring their safety as they continue to evade the relentless attacks. 

As the chaos intensifies around them, Luffy’s voice rises above the noise. “Everyone, listen up!” he shouts, his tone commanding. “Promise to meet back here in three days! No matter what happens, we’ll all be back together!”

His words cut through the fear and confusion, a beacon of hope amidst the turmoil. Each member of the crew locks eyes with him, determination solidifying in their hearts. They all know the gravity of the situation, but Luffy’s unwavering belief in their bond fuels their resolve.

Usopp notices PX-1 closing in on them, and a wave of urgency hits him. “Brook, take Y/N and find a safer spot!” he commands, his voice tight. He gently hands you over to Brook, who immediately begins moving you to safety.

Usopp takes a deep breath and pulls out his slingshot. “Special Attack: Smoke Star!” he yells, releasing a barrage of smoke pellets to create a temporary barrier. But as the smoke clears, PX-1 blasts a bridge ahead of Sanji’s group, cutting off their escape route. The looming figure of PX-1 steps through the debris, blocking their path.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch this unfold, desperation taking over. Ignoring the pain coursing through your body, you try to get off Brook’s back, your thoughts consumed with only one thing—protecting Sanji. But as soon as your feet hit the ground, your legs give out, and you fall, the severity of your injuries making itself known.

Brook kneels beside you immediately, concern in his hollow eyes. “Y/N, you’re in no condition to move,” he says, his voice gentle but firm.

Tears start to well up in your eyes, frustration and fear gripping your heart. “I can’t let anything happen to Sanji,” you say, your voice trembling with emotion. “Please, Brook, I have to help him.”

Brook’s expression softens, and he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, I know how much you care for him,” he says softly, his voice tinged with understanding and sorrow. “But you’re too hurt to fight right now. Sanji wouldn’t want you to risk your life like this.”

Your tears spill over, and you choke back a sob, the helplessness you feel crushing you. You want to protect him, to be by his side, but your body refuses to cooperate. “I just... I can’t lose him,” you whisper, the pain in your voice unmistakable.

Meanwhile, Luffy turns to see the commotion with Sanji’s group. His eyes widen in alarm as he spots Sentomaru charging toward him and his own group. “Gomu Gomu Gatling!” Luffy shouts, unleashing a flurry of punches toward Sentomaru. But Sentomaru deflects the attack with ease, sending Luffy flying back into a tree with a powerful blow.

A sudden explosion nearby halts the fighting. You and Usopp both cry out in alarm, your voices echoing in the chaos. Luffy, dazed but still determined, quickly scans the area. His heart skips a beat as he realizes Zoro’s group is in trouble. 

Zoros Group.. 

As the blinding yellow light fades, both you and Usopp cry out in horror. Zoro is on the ground, a grimace of pain etched on his face. The previous injuries he’s endured have left him vulnerable, and now, struck by the mysterious light, he lies helpless.

A figure emerges from the light, looming over Zoro with an air of arrogance. “Roronoa Zoro,” the man sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. “A bounty of 120 million berri, and yet, you’re no challenge at all.”

Zoro grits his teeth, trying to muster the strength to move, but his body refuses to obey. The taunting words cut deep, but he’s powerless to retaliate. Brook, seeing his fallen comrade, shouts out in anger, “Just who the hell are you?!”

The man smirks, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Me? I’m Kizaru, an admiral of the navy.”

The revelation sends a chill down your spine. Your eyes widen in shock, and a sense of dread washes over you. “This can’t be,” you mutter, struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. Kizaru’s presence means they’re facing one of the Navy’s strongest forces.

But fear quickly turns to anger as you see Zoro’s condition. With defiance burning in your chest, you glare at Kizaru, your voice shaking with fury. “You bastard, leave Zoro alone!”

Kizaru turns his gaze towards you, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Ohhh, what do we have here?” he muses, his tone dripping with condescension. “If it isn’t Miss Y/L/N , Y/N. You’ve made quite the headlines back at the auction house.”

His words make your blood run cold, but you refuse to back down. The memory of the auction house, of the Celestial Dragons and the chaos that ensued, flashes through your mind. You clench your fists, anger bubbling to the surface. “I don’t care who you are, Kizaru. You won’t get away with this!”

Kizaru chuckles, almost amused by your defiance. “Such bold words from someone so injured,” he says, taking a slow step toward you. The air around him crackles with energy, and you can feel the immense power radiating from him. “But you’re in no position to make threats.”

Before you can respond, Brook steps in front of you, his sword drawn. “I won’t let you harm Y/N!” he declares, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him.

Kizaru’s eyes narrow as he assesses Brook, but the admiral’s smile never wavers. “Brave, but foolish,” he remarks. With a blinding speed, Kizaru vanishes and reappears behind Brook, his leg raised for a devastating kick.

“Brook, watch out!” you scream, but it’s too late. Kizaru’s foot connects with Brook, sending him crashing into the ground with a sickening thud.

As Kizaru turns back to Zoro, his intent clear in his cold, calculating eyes, your heart races with fear and determination. You watch in horror as he raises his leg, prepared to deliver a fatal blow to Zoro. Desperation surges within you, and despite the pain coursing through your body, you force yourself to move.

“No!” you cry out, pushing past the agony as you lunge forward, throwing yourself in front of Zoro. With your arms spread wide, you try to shield him from Kizaru’s impending attack. “I won’t let you touch him!”

Kizaru’s expression remains impassive as he stares down at you, his leg paused in mid-air. “How noble,” he muses, his tone dripping with mockery. “But do you really think you can stop me?”

You don’t respond, your body trembling with both fear and determination. You know you’re no match for an admiral, but there’s no way you’ll let Zoro be taken out without a fight. If this is where it ends for you, then so be it—you’ll protect your crewmate with everything you have.

Kizaru’s eyes narrow, and for a moment, time seems to slow as he prepares to finish what he started. Just as you brace yourself for the impact, a sudden, powerful force intervenes.

A flash of silver cuts through the air, and in an instant, Kizaru’s leg is halted by the tip of a sword. You blink in shock as an imposing figure appears between you and Kizaru, his presence radiating an aura of calm yet undeniable strength.

“Now, now, Kizaru,” a familiar voice drawls. “Isn’t it a little unfair to pick on the wounded?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you recognize the man standing before you. It’s Silvers Rayleigh—the Dark King himself. The legendary former first mate of the Pirate King Gol D. Roger has come to your aid, his blade effortlessly blocking Kizaru’s attack.

Kizaru’s eyes flicker with surprise, but he quickly regains his composure, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Rayleigh,” he says, his tone betraying a hint of respect. “You’re as meddlesome as ever.”

With a swift movement, Rayleigh pushes Kizaru back, forcing the admiral to retreat a few steps. The sheer power in that single motion leaves no doubt that Rayleigh is still a force to be reckoned with, even after all these years.

You collapse to the ground, the adrenaline draining from your body now that the immediate danger has passed. Zoro groans beside you, still struggling to stay conscious, but a faint smile touches his lips as he sees Rayleigh standing there.

“Old man,” Zoro mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “You sure took your time.”

Rayleigh glances down at the two of you, his expression softening. “Apologies for the delay, but it seems I arrived just in time.”

Luffy, who has been watching the scene unfold, knows that they’re still in grave danger. The admiral, Kizaru, is not someone they can take on in their current state. “Everyone, run! Don’t fight! We have to get out of here!” he orders, his voice filled with urgency.

Usopp, understanding the gravity of the situation, quickly moves to lift Zoro over his shoulder. “Hang in there, Zoro. We’ve gotta get you out of here,” he mutters, struggling under the swordsman’s weight but determined not to let him down.

Brook, despite his own injuries, pushes through the pain. He gets back on his feet and gently lifts you onto his back. “I’ll carry you, Y/N. We’ll make it through this” he says, trying to sound lighthearted despite the dire circumstances.

As they move to retreat, Sanji is pulling at his hair in frustration. The guilt of not being able to protect you or the crew gnaws at him. “I should have been there! I should have done more!” he berates himself, his voice filled with anguish.

“Sanji, we have to focus! This isn’t your fault,” Nami yells, trying to snap him out of his spiral. “We need to stick together and get out of here!”

Franky, sensing the need to create distance, quickly readies his Coup de Vent. “I’ll blow it away!” he shouts, unleashing a powerful blast of air to push PX-1 back and give the group some breathing room.

The powerful gust sends PX-1 skidding back, but it isn’t enough. The Pacifista regains its footing with terrifying speed, reappearing directly behind Zoro’s group. “Damn it,” Sanji curses, his fists clenching as he sees the danger his friends are in. His body tenses, ready to spring into action.

“I have to save them!” Sanji yells, his resolve clear as he prepares to launch himself at PX-1.

“Sanji, what are you doing?!” Nami screams, her voice laced with panic. “You can’t take on that thing alone!”

But Sanji’s mind is made up. The image of you being carried by Brook, wounded and vulnerable, fuels his determination. He won’t let anything happen to you or the others, not while he still has the strength to fight.

Sanji dashes toward PX-1, his heart pounding with urgency. He launches a kick at the Pacifista, but the force of the impact reverberates through his leg, and he stumbles back in pain. The injury he sustained earlier makes it impossible for him to fight at full strength. Gritting his teeth, Sanji forces himself to stand, but his body betrays him, and he falls to his knees.

Usopp, running ahead, turns back and sees Sanji on the ground, the Pacifista’s targeting system locking onto him. Panic floods Usopp’s senses. “Sanji, get out of there!” he yells, desperation evident in his voice.

“Moron, why aren’t you running?!” Sanji shouts back, frustration mingling with his concern. But before he can say more, he notices your voice cutting through the chaos.

“Sanji, look out!” you cry, your voice strained and weak. You see the deadly glint of the laser charging up, aimed directly at him. Time seems to slow as you watch in horror, your heart pounding in your chest.

The laser fires, and the world erupts in chaos. Zoro’s group is blasted once again, sent sprawling across the ground from the impact. Sanji, disoriented and hurt, looks around in a daze, his eyes landing on you. He sees your injured self, struggling to stay conscious, your breaths shallow and labored.

“Hey, hey, Y/N,” Sanji calls out, his voice trembling with fear. “Look at me, don’t leave me.” His usual bravado is gone, replaced with raw emotion as he pleads with you to stay awake.

You try to fight off the exhaustion, but your body feels heavy, the pain overwhelming. Your vision blurs as you meet Sanji’s eyes, his desperate gaze burning into your soul. You want to stay awake, to keep fighting, but everything is slipping away.

Usopp, seeing the situation spiraling out of control, grits his teeth and raises his slingshot, trying to distract PX-1. “I won’t let you hurt my friends!” he yells, firing another attack. But the Pacifista is relentless, and just as another laser charges up, ready to fire at Sanji and the rest of you, a commanding voice cuts through the air.

“Stand down, PX-1,” the voice orders with an air of authority.

The Pacifista halts its attack immediately. You manage to lift your head, your vision clearing just enough to see the source of the voice. Standing before you, Sanji, Usopp, and Brook is the real Bartholomew Kuma, his massive form casting a shadow over the battlefield.

The tension in the air shifts dramatically as Kuma’s presence registers. Sanji’s eyes widen in disbelief, while Usopp and Brook exchange wary glances. The overwhelming sense of danger that had filled the air moments ago lingers, but now there’s a new, uncertain calm that settles over the scene, as everyone braces for what might come next.

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Guys!!! It's about to get real in these next chapters that I got! Chapter 5 will be uploaded tomorrow. But yall I was tearing up at one of the paragraphs. As always thank you so much for following, liking, sharing and reblogging. As always I'll see you tomorrow for more Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise.

[roguegambitweek]

Legacy

A few of our prompts this year make specific reference to the comics. We know that not everyone has read the comics (there are a lot of X-Men comics out there) and we don’t want anyone to feel left out.

So, without further ado… Legacy.

First, as the prompt is written, you can create your fanworks around the concept of legacy—of what a person leaves behind, their long lasting impact on the world. This could be children, inspiration, etc. Or, it could even be a meta exploration about Rogue and Gambit’s impact on comics, the X-Men, or any other medium they’re in. Feel free to play with this concept of legacy.

Now, if you’re interested in the character of Legacy, read on.

In 2011, there was a X-Men Legacy/New Mutants crossover event called ‘Age of X.’ In this bubble, alt-universe, dystopian world, Rogue goes by Legacy.

As Legacy, she’s present whenever another Mutant dies. She absorbs them, preserving their memories and, in a way, memorializing their lives. Because she mostly appears when Mutants die (and there are quite a few deaths since they are being hunted to extinction), other Mutants begin associating her with death. They call her Reaper, a name which she despises and continually asks them to not to call her that. Due to various reasons, Legacy spends most of her time alone, or sequestered in the Fortress.

This is a lonely existence for Legacy. And here enters our hero.

Gambit does go by Gambit, although he uses a long rifle instead of cards. One of the first times Legacy and Gambit meet, he calls her Legacy (her preferred name). When she asks him why he is helping her, he proclaims, “I don’t even know, chère. I saw you fighting, is all. And I knew what side of the fight I wanted to be on.”

Anyways, they go on a quest together to discover the truth behind the contradictions of their dying world, share a few romantic moments, and are willing to lay down their lives for each other. Even though they just met, they work together like they’ve been partners their entire lives. Truly, Romy are the OTP across the Multiverse.

In the end, they save the day and everyone is returns to the regular 616 universe. Most participants in this bubble world choose to forget about it, but Rogue retains Legacy’s memories.

The entirety of Legacy’s appearances occur in the AoX arc and for once, it is relatively achievable to read the entire crossover. Below is the reading with the essential Romy moments bolded.

Reading list in Order:

Age of X Alpha

Chapter 1 - X-Men: Legacy (2011) - issue 245

Chapter 2 - New Mutant, issue 22

Chapter 3 - X-Men: Legacy issue 246

Chapter 4 - New Mutants (2011), issue 23

Age of X Universe #1

Chapter 5 - X-Men: Legacy, issue 247

Chapter 6 - New Mutants, issue 24

Age of X Universe #2

X-Men Legacy, 248, Age of X Aftermath (Just stop reading after the ‘home and harbor’ speech)

[radicaldreemurrs]

[hazel-sage]

12345 Writer Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc)!

Thank you so much @angie-words for the tag; I am absolutely honored! This is such a cool thing to take part in (and I loved that it showed me some of your works I'd missed - more fics to love)! My only adjustment to the interpretation is that I'm taking my Ineffable Kinktober 2024 fic out of consideration for most of them as it is kind of a juggernaut and not actually a full story on its own and it would skew results. Without further ado:

Most Hits: three, two, one, we go live (Explicit, M/M, 47k)

Aziraphale is quite happy with his rather prodigious earnings from his work as a camboy on OnlyFans. Now if only his growing feelings for his colleague at his day job weren’t causing him to waffle about this secret identity of his. Crowley has been happily single for the majority of his adult life, satisfied with his work and the at least biweekly streams of his favorite camboy, He’s No Angel. So why is he starting to feel guilty for the warmth he feels when he thinks about his favorite colleague at work?

Second Most Kudos: and i cast a spell over the west to make you think of me (the same way i think of you) (Explicit, M/M, 21k)

Five times Crowley experiences the human phenomenon of "wet dreams" + one time Aziraphale has one too. Chapter 1: Eden Chapter 2: Uz Chapter 3: Rome Chapter 4: Paris 1793 Chapter 5: Soho 1967 Chapter 6: The Night At Crowley's Flat

Third Most Comments: you shoulda taught me such naughty things (Explicit, M/F, 10k)

Aziraphale has always enjoyed a few glasses of sherry at her local bar every Thursday night to unwind from the stress of life – be it a spat with her ex-husband, handling a disaster for her two kids away at university, or the typical tediousness of the daily routine at her library job. But when Crowley, a young man practically half her age, starts frequenting the bar with his terrible pickup lines and sets his sights on her, her routine adjusts a bit to include some… education. After all, some boys just need to be put in their place. (aka the MILF Aziraphale fic)

Fourth Most Bookmarks: oh hell yes, i'm a nervous wreck (Explicit, M/M, 18k)

In an attempt to comfort Aziraphale after a conversation with his judgmental parents, Crowley splutters out an accidental innuendo. Aziraphale, unable to keep from teasing him, ends up awakening a kink Crowley had never considered. Said kink is subsequently explored thoroughly. Aka the joking then not-so-joking Daddy kink fic.

Fifth Most Words: 'cause i was only born inside my dreams (Explicit, F/F, 18k)

A series of NSFW ficlets from my universe with butch Aziraphale and genderfluid Crowley. Like with the SFW ficlets, these can be read as standalones! 1 - Index 2 - Breeding kink 3 - Daddy kink + spanking 4 - Collared Crowley 5 - Wax + temperature play (Daddy kink and collaring pt. 2) 6 - Teacher/student roleplay + spanking

Fic with the Least Words: i'm here at the beginning of the end, oh the end of infinity with you (General Audiences, F/F, 675 words)

Crowley marvels at the changes in her body mid-pregnancy. Prompt for this fic: overwhelmed with love/happy tears

Whenever I need to tag anyone, I have a mild anxiety attack and am terrified that I'm going to forget an author friend that I follow/follows me, so to avoid that, I'm taking the coward's way out :P Any authors who see this, join in! (And tag me, I always want to catch more fics I may have missed!)

[torchickentacos]

ALSO. do you have any contestshipping fic recs ??

I absolutely do! Here's a list of completed fics :) Sorry that the list is long and wordy, but I cannot be concise about these two, nor the talented authors that write for them. So, without further ado... long post ahead. 🌹 (there's a spreadsheet screenshot at the bottom with the tags/summaries/word count/etc all laid out if this is too wordy! This post is also mostly just effusive rambling rather than summaries, so details are at the bottom in the sheet.)

Apt 212 on Ao3 by @the-scriptress (Ao3 user link) is my holy grail, my favorite fic of all time, my 'I know lines of this by heart' fic. Real-world AU, 91k of everything anyone could ever ask for. And they were apartment neighbors... I stayed up to read the entire thing in one sitting until 5 am about a year and a half ago and it's lived in my head rent-free ever since. I can also vouch for everything else she's written. 4 AM and Five Months are oneshot favorites of mine, but you really cannot go wrong with the entire Scriptress catalog.

And I CANNOT leave out Grow As We Go on Ao3 by the lovely @lostlegendaerie (Ao3 user link) for a wonderful glimpse into May and Drew's future. It ties in all of what makes them feel so magnetic in the show and adds such an evolved timeskip element to it in a way that feels so poignant and true to the characters. Saro is truly one of the fandom's trailblazers, an aptly usernamed legend whose characterizations have really shaped what the fandom is and who the characters are perceived as today, in my opinion. This fic is so soft and hilarious and it hits every single mark for me, time and time again. It's such a perfect blend of canon and personal flair in a way that I adore. It takes place in Paldea and I think of it, no joke, every single time I play SV.

i like the way you write my name by ImperfectWonderland on FFN is a nostalgic fave of mine! It's a really sweet coffeeshop AU, only 2.6k. Just a really nice pick-me-up, not unlike a cup of coffee. It's one of those sugary coffees with vanilla and cinnamon to me. Just sweet and warm and done way too soon!

More Confused Than Usual by theonewhohums (Ao3) straight-up feels like an episode to me. It's SUCH a fun time! Just a really cute and funny oneshot that totally fits with the vibe of the show. It reminds me of Who What When Where Wynaut a little bit. Suuuuper cute.

enter stage left by nicole_writes (Ao3) is a fandom classic. I haven't read it in a long time, but I just remember that it lives up to the kudos it's earned over the years. It's another fic that's really good if you want something that feels like it could be a continuation of canon rather than an AU (though I am a certified AU girlie).

Sand by nicolewrites37 on FFN is another absolute classic to me. I read this one when it first came out back in like 2015, I think? This one is multichaptered, in-universe, and it's one of those fics that I reread in one sitting late at night every so often. It really stuck with me. It uses lyrics from a Taylor Swift album before each chapter as a little thematic preview, and it's really not my favorite album of hers (1989) but I love it solely for the association it has with this fic. This one's so nostalgic to me in a way that's kind of hard to put into words; it just immerses me in this hazy, far-away feeling every single time. It's really worth reading, and no CS fic rec is complete without this one, in my opinion. It's another pillar-of-the-fandom fic to me. This writer has some other good fics, too, on Ao3 and FFN (both linked above).

Seven by I am Lu is yet another classic. I don't have as much to say about this one, other than that it's just a great time. 10/10. Super sweet, and that 24k goes by SO quickly.

(It's not complete, but I've got a subscription to Dear Friend by @dependabledreamboat (Ao3 link). It's based on the romcom You've Got Mail and the musical She Loves Me, and it's got an epistolary element to it that I love! I don't read many ongoing works because there's frankly just not that many that are [actually] Contestshipping focused in 2025, but this one's on my current list!)

I am SUPER open to people adding their own recs or self promo in the comments/reblogs/etc. The more the merrier!

Here's a spreadsheet view for an easy visual guide! NOTE- I did not include every tag for every fic for the sake of spreadsheet size/readability, just the ones that I personally think give you the best idea of what you're in for, but I can't think of any warnings that I left out (and full tags can be seen at the links provided above).

[gordonradiotv]

A (Long Overdue) Celebration

Ah, hello, Readers!

It's Jox again! Some of you probably knew me as "Toony" back in the day, but it's been a looong while since I used that name. And it's been a long while since this blog ended!

On May 23rd, 2020 I started this little ask blog not expecting it to become much. But because of all of you, it blew up into something absolutely incredible! I wish I had the words to describe how this blog changed my life. I met my fiance because of this blog. I met lifelong friends. I gained the confidence to pursue independent passion projects like my webcomic Tip The Ferrymen and others. It's kinda insane to think a tumblr ask blog based on the haha funny HL youtube series would've had such an impact on my life.

So, I wanted to do something to celebrate the blogs 4 anniversary! Unfortunately we are a bit late to the mark due to some wild stuff that happened earlier this year, but better late than never! But finally it is done and finally Tumblr let me actually upload these lmfao. Without further ado, I want to announce:

GordonRadioTV's Soundtrack has been FULLY remastered!

With help from my lovely creative partner and fiance @stygiuscantus , the soundtrack for this blog has been fully remastered! Now, you can experience the whole story again with a fresh coat of paint. The tracks are also available on Selene's bandcamp, they're "pay what you want" as well! If you want to support Selene's work, here's a good place to do it!

I am also aware that some of you may be disappointed that the old tracks are gone, but for extremely private reasons that I will not be disclosing I no longer feel comfortable having those tracks up on this blog. To me, this is a fresh start to a project I hold dear to my heart and allows me to experience it all over again. I have loved every moment of working with Selene and she has put so much heart and effort into this, so cheers to new beginnings!

Selene herself also wanted to say a few words, which are included here:

"Four years ago, a friend of mine linked a little blog called GordonRadioTV in one of our Discord servers. Being fixated on HLVRAI at the time, I quickly checked it out, only for it to genuinely, actually make me laugh. I think I read all of the chapters up to that point (up to 3, I think?) in one go, because it was such a novel storytelling medium to me, and I was immediately enraptured. Little did I know that this little funny Half-Life blog would quite literally change my life, introducing me to new friends, inspiring me to experiment with my own art forms, and helped me find the love of my life, to whom I now life with together and am engaged to. Whenever Jox needed a new composer, I jumped in to help on short-notice, giving myself a brief crash-course on music theory to do so. I started this project months ago in the hopes that I would get it done in time for the anniversary, but, well, making 20 tracks takes a long time. I tried to put a lot of thought and love into each track, with each character having their own instrumental motif, and even some melodic motifs (namely for Gordon and Benrey). I truly hope that all of you like it; I am honored to be a part of the legacy of something that's so important to me."

-Selene Highchurch

Thank you all for everything. I have said it a million times, and I wish I had a new way to phrase it, but this blog means so much to me. This project means so much. Your support means so much to me. These stories are mine as much as they are yours, so much of this story wouldn't have existed without your participation. Thank you for being here. Thank you for playing.

And to alter the words of a certain scientist...

You've changed my life, everyone. I'd like to think it was for the better.

I don't know whats going to happen to us once this blog is done for good, but I know I'll never forget you. I hope you won't forget me.

Well...This is where I get off.

Goodbye, Readers!

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Dangancember 2024 - Danganronpa Top 24 Class Trials: Number 23 Danganronpa V3 Case 6

//Oh Jesus...

//Now, let me just make one thing clear with this one. I actually don't dislike V3's ending with a burning passion. I definitely don't LIKE like it, but after sitting on it for a while, some of the twists and events of the trial are...pretty good actually, and really show what Danganronpa V3 is all about.

//So I don't tend to agree with the lavish hate that this trial gets.

//HOWEVER, with all that being said, I DO agree that this is by far the worst ending in the entire franchise. And yes, that includes both the Another games, Ultra Despair Girls, AND DR3.

//Which...Actually, to their credit, despite having a very iffy runtime for me, all of those examples had actually pretty killer endings that I really enjoyed.

//But yeah, I mean...V3's final trial and the whole thing that happens in it is just so fucking infamous. And for all very valid reasons. So...without further ado, let's talk about it for the umpteenth time.

//In case I already didn't make it clear, describing Danganronpa V3's final trial and ending as "controversial" among its audience...honestly doesn't do the full scope of the situation justice.

//It's very hard to come by someone who has played V3 and is a fan of Danganronpa who probably doesn't have more mixed feelings about a single segment of a video game.

//And honestly, I'm not sure if I should talk about the good things, or the bad things first; because again, divisive implies that it kind of balances out.

//I think I'll focus on the stuff I don't like, because that's the main crux of the argument that explains this trial's placement.

//Something I've always noticed is that when you look at the ending trials for all three mainline Danganronpa games, you notice that all three of them suffer from very similar issues. Those issues being the ridiculousness of the events, the sheer length, and the fact that they are just incredibly blatant plot dumps that try to scramble every bit of the established lore together in one uncomfortable package. And the reason why DRV3 is the worst of the endings is because it does all three of these at MAXIMAM VELOCIPY.

//(I spelt that wrong on purpose by the way.)

//In the Danganronpa series, it has become widely recognized that the trials progressively increase in length with each installment. I kinda see this as a good thing, as it contributes to the franchise’s appeal, because longer trials mean more intricate mysteries, additional plot points, and unexpected twists.

//The final trial in Danganronpa V3, however, takes this idea to the extreme, likely in recognition of its status as the series' concluding chapter. It goes all out, lasting, at minimum, 4 to 5 hours.

//And unlike the ending trials of 1 and 2, that ridiculous length of time is filled up by basically random bullshit. Some sections are highly innovative, like the segments where players must intentionally fail certain minigames to progress as a means of rejecting hope in confrontations with Tsumugi. However, other parts can be frustrating, and just...packed with pointless dialogue.

//For example, the whole segment where they kind of bring up the fact that Kaede had a twin sister as a red herring? Pointless.

//I mean, I take advantage of that fact later, but generally why was this even a plot point to begin with? It's so weird, and nothing comes of it.

//There's also the strangely unfomfortable spike in difficulty, and the fact that fluctuates VERY often.

//The trial features a mix of straightforward puzzles and extremely challenging minigames, some of which rival the difficulty of Danganronpa 2’s notoriously tough (and ridiculously fucking stupid) "Improved Hangman’s Gambit." These difficulty spikes, combined with long stretches of dialogue between minigames,don't do anything for this trial other than cause a pacing imbalance.

//How about the actual culprits though? Well, they are equally as divisive.

//This is, unfortunately, the only moment in Danganronpa V3 where Monokuma gets to show himself off to be the same bad bitch bear he was in the original game, and the Monokubs don't stick around long enough to be an issue to him. And unlike the first two games, he sticks around for the entire trial.

//But then he's coupled...with Tsumugi...

//And all my homies HATE...TSUMUGI...

//Okay, to be fair, Tsumugi is one of the most fun characters to write for Survivor, but I feel the need to point out that a large part of her character arc is that it involves her desperately trying to take up the mantle of the Ultimate Despair, and be on the same level as a criminal and terrorist Mastermind as Junko.

//And the reason I even have leeway for this type of character building for her is because there isn't just room for character development and improvement with her. There's FAR TOO MUCH of it.

//Tsumugi isn't just the least compelling masterminds in the series, but one of the least compelling characters IN GENERAL. And even after she IS revealed to be the big bad, she somehow remains the incredibly blank and boring character that she was for most of V3's run time.

//Junko, Monaca, and even Nagito as something of a pseudo-Mastermind were all batshit crazy and demonic to the core, but it's important to point out that they all have REASONS driving their evil acts, as psychopathic and evil some of them were. But Tsumugi lacks any sort of personal motive, and relies on her role as an avatar for the audience’s desires. The general passivity compared to other masterminds makes her insanely underwhelming.

//Speaking of which, if I may be allowed to go on a bit of a tangent here; the way that Tsumugi is outed as the Mastermind is kind of controversial in and of itself for me.

//By which I mean it's discovered that what actually happened at the beginning of the game is that Kaede's trap to kill the mastermind failed to kill Rantaro. But because of the first blood perk that meant the students would all die if no one was murdered, it meant that time was running short, and in the heat of the moment, Tsumugi got a second shotput ball, killed Rantaro with it, and used her authority as the Mastermind to frame Kaede for the crime anyway.

//Which all feels like unnecessary bullshit if I'm being honest.

//Case 1 and the twist that Kaede was the actual killer was great; and her subsequent execution is one of the most emotionally impactful moments in V3, because it it sends her off as a tragic, morally gray protagonist who was willing to kill for the greater good. Hence the reason why she's my favourite character in the series.

//However, the revelation here retroactively strips her of agency, making her a victim of Tsumugi's manipulation rather than someone who took a flawed, bold step to save her friends.

//This twist also diminishes Kaede's character arc. Her determination and selflessness, even if her actions were misguided, is largely the reason why she manages to be such a spectacular character despite her short runtime. By revealing that she was framed, the story shifts her role from an active participant to a passive victim, which feels like a betrayal of her established personality and the unique premise of her narrative.

//Additionally, the reveal is poorly foreshadowed, and feels like a contrived attempt to shock the audience, and a desperate attempt to redeem Kaede, rather than a natural development. The explanation relies heavily on Tsumugi’s ability to perfectly execute a plan without leaving meaningful clues for the detectives, which feels inconsistent with the game's emphasis on logical deduction, and inconsistent with her being an absolute dumbass every other time, even AFTER her Mastermind reveal. As a result, the twist feels less like a clever subversion and more like an unfair rewrite of the story's emotional stakes.

//All in all, Tsumugi's character feels less developed than those who came before her, and it feels like the emphasis on her being a "cosplayer of fiction" was little more than a bad excuse to avoid giving her any type of depth or a unique personality.

//She's just plain. And she stays plain even when she's revealed to be the main villain.

//Also, this is a comment that's gonna get me smited by everybody, but fuck it, I refuse to hide how I truly feel: Keebo is equally as dogshit.

//Keebo is such a NOTHING character, and I don't understand why he has such a massive fanbase. This is supposed to be him at his best, and his whole point is that he's the one who has to stick it to Tsumugi, but he fails to do even that.

//There's a tiny segment of this trial where we get to play as Himiko and Maki, and a large segment where we get to play as Keebo, and BOTH are UTTERLY POINTLESS, even though they are kind of cool.

//Keebo's actions during this trial when you play as him are a clear homage and cliche to the series' origins, where he is constantly encouraging everyone that they should never give up since the game isn't over yet. But this is effortlessly shut down when Tsumugi abruptly informs him that she WROTE his character that way, and it's exactly what she wanted him to say, as well as the fact that he unknowingly served as the audiences eyes and ears for the game. Thus Keebo's one single moment to shine in this entire game is ultimately futile.

//What was the fucking point of even that?

//So between the dogshit gameplay, and the dogshit Mastermind behind everything, this case is already bad enough. But sad as it is to say, we have to talk about the elephant in the room. Something that I believe is always a make-or-break for the final trials, and that's the Ultimate plot twist that it entails. Usually a big reveal of some sort.

Game 1: The world outside the academy has been basically destroyed.

Game 2: Jabberwock Island is a virtual simulation, and the students in Class 77 are the brainwashed Ultimate Despair terrorists who aided Junko in the Tragedy. Hajime is also Izuru Kamukura, a talentless boy who was experimented on by Hope's Peak Academy against his knowledge.

Another 1: Similar to Game 2. Yuki is revealed to be the true Mastermind behind the Killing Game, and his real identity is Utsuro, the boy with the power of Divine Luck that reshapes reality in his favor.

Another 2: Sora isn't real, is actually an AI based on Akane Taira, is the one who really has the Divine Luck Mikado seeks, and she is left behind as the virtual world is erased.

//I'm not gonna dance about it any longer than I have to, we all know the twist of V3, and we all know it's kind of bullshit.

//The case reveals that the events of Danganronpa V3 are part of a fictional reality show within the game’s universe. The students' lives and personalities were fabricated, their memories manipulated, and the killing game broadcasted for entertainment.

//V3 is actually the 53rd entry of the Danganronpa franchise, with the V in V3 actually being the roman numeral for 5. And Tsumugi directly references the previous Danganronpa games, framing them as part of the same fictional reality show franchise.

//This retroactively positions Danganronpa V3 as a reboot rather than a continuation, suggesting that the events of earlier games may not matter either.

//And the final trial frequently breaks the fourth wall, addressing the player directly and critiquing their role as consumers of violent, despair-filled entertainment. Tsumugi frames the killing game as something the audience demands, effectively blaming players for perpetuating the cycle.

//So yeah...

//EVERYTHING here just SUCKS!

//In the Meta sense, I will say that the twist is interesting, kind of humerous to an extent, and shouldn't be taken seriously in any sort of degree. Not to mention, to a certain extent, it's innovative and quite thought-provoking, as it rightfully critiques fan obsession with sensationalized entertainment.

//But it's done in a way that, in the attempt to portray their games audience, makes me wonder if Danganronpa understands its audience at all.

//The way it's handled here is a betrayal of the narrative, dismissing the emotional weight of the characters' struggles and reducing them to fictional constructs.

//If you're someone, like me, who is/was deeply invested in the original cast and continuity, this just feels insulting. It's like the series we love has been seemingly reduced to a meaningless cycle of fabricated tragedies. Some even see it as an attempt to erase the legacy of Danganronpa's 1 and 2, and it generally makes V3 feel disconnected from the rest of the series.

//I think what upsets me the most is that Tsumugi's claim that the game is made "for the fans, by the fans," is done as a way to make the player complicit in the killing game, suggesting that their desire for entertainment is what perpetuates the franchise’s cycles of despair.

//In other words, this game is basically telling you that you are a terrible person for playing and enjoying it. And I don't vibe with that AT ALL.

//This meta-narrative comes across as kind of self-indulgent and dismissive, overshadowing the characters and plot in favor of philosophical commentary. And not even the good kind.

//But this is why I specifically use words like "controversial" and "divisive" to describe this twist. The events of V3 single-handedly created a divide in the fanbase, with some appreciating the meta-commentary and others feeling disrespected.

//But besides the twist itself, what makes me personally lean towards the latter side of the argument is that all these twists, turns, and concepts are brought up, and despite the trial almost physically forcing the ideas into your throat, what baffles me is how strangely and concerningly ambiguous everything remains by the end of it.

//When you think about it, there are no grounds upon which Tsumugi makes her claims, so everything she says and states in this trial is questionable at best, and a blatant lie at worst. Shuichi even makes note of this at the very end of the game.

//It’s unclear whether the events of Danganronpa V3 were "real" in the context of the game world or entirely fictional within its universe, which many at this point in time have accepted as its own alternate timeline; hence why I make it so in Danganronpa Survivor. This ambiguity extends to whether the surviving characters have truly escaped the cycle of the killing game or are trapped in another layer of fiction.

//The surviving characters (Shuichi, Maki, and Himiko) are left in an uncertain state. Their escape from the game is metaphorical rather than literal, and their identities, forged through fabricated memories, remain unresolved.

//It's up for debate whether this can be called clever storytelling or unnecessarily confusing bullshit. For some, it feels like a cop-out that avoids resolving the story definitively, while others appreciate the open-ended nature, which allows for personal interpretation.

//The lack of clear rules or boundaries for what is real made the ending feel nonsensical or overly convoluted, and it's hard to get invested in a story that defies traditional narrative logic in this way. Even for something like Danganronpa.

//The ambiguity about the trio's futures and identities felt hollow, and that's why a lot of people want more closure.

//Speaking of which, yet another huge issue with this trial is something that V3 shares with 3. Despite the fact that the purpose of the game is to tie the knot on the franchise, there is SUCH a lack of CLOSURE, for FUCKS SAKE!

//Ultimately, it doesn't matter at all whether we can say that V3 was truly real, or fictional. It doesn't matter, because either way, people still want a satisfying conclusion for the characters they’ve followed, but V3 provides NONE of that. The ending’s open-ended nature, while probably done with good intent, makes it difficult to discern any definitive meaning or takeaway from the story.

//So god tell me, what did I just waste four hours of my life on!?

//Trial 6 of V3 is the worst ending in the series because it is generally a waste of time, spends so long trying to meticulously explain a very stupidly handled twist, and ultimately has NO CONCLUSION.

//Which is why it's so low, and yet, it still manages to avoid not only the honorable mentions, but the bottom spot (although it's really fucking close, trust me.)

//My opinion of this trial is overly negative, and it's not one I enjoy revisiting in any sense, but there are things about it I like.

//For starters, the characterization. I kind of already rambled on about this before when I went on that tangent about Tsumugi being a stupid as fuck villain.

//But while Tsumugi is incredibly poor...SHUICHI is BRILLIANT!

//I like all the Danganronpa protagonists about the same, and though I generally prefer Kaede, I ADORE Shuichi too, and THIS is why. He is EASILY the best-developed protagonist in the main series, and the way that growth that happens throughout all of V3 culminates here is near FLAWLESS.

//He's been through so much pain for this whole game, and it crushes him tenfold when he finds out what little enjoyment and fulfillment he DID have wasn't even reality, and just part of a fictional series. That, and the fact that people will never empathize with him, because in their eyes, he's just a character behind a screen.

//But he goes on to assert himself as a protagonist and chooses to challenge the killing game’s rules. His defiance is a moment of growth festered in him by the emotionally REAL relationships he had with Kaede and Kaito, showing that he can stand up for his beliefs, even in the face of overwhelming odds. His journey from self-doubt to confidence is deeply satisfying, well-handled, and emotional for fans who connected with his struggles. His choice to reject both hope and despair in favor of forging his own path is empowering, just as much, if not more, than even Hajime's from Game 2.

//There were a few characters, namely Kaede, Kaito, and Kokichi, who did massive gambits in an attempt to break the killing game and ruin it, but they all failed. It feels good to know that Shuichi was the one who succeeded.

//Despite its kind of unholy subversion, the trial also acts as a tribute to the Danganronpa series and how far it's come, incorporating callbacks, references, and homages to earlier games; most notably when Tsumugi transforms herself into characters from the series before this.

//It's not quite closure, but it's the closest we get.

//As far as the twist goes, while I generally think it was handled poorly, the idea behind it comes from a very important place. The meta-narrative of this trial turns the game into a commentary on the nature of fiction and the role of creators, characters, and audiences. It’s a fresh and daring approach that sets this game apart from its predecessors, making it memorable and thought-provoking in regards to people's relationship with the series and the medium of storytelling as a whole.

//And while I generally dislike the open-ended conclusion, it does invite the idea of interpretation, allowing players to draw their own meanings and decide what is real within the story.

//I mean, I did that. You're reading that very blog now.

//The worst part about this trial for me is the fact that it feels like the twist is designed to attack the hardcore fans; something that I can't really forgive. But the way the trial critiques fandom culture, exploring the implications of endlessly consuming horrible concepts for entertainment, is kind of a valid statement to make at the current state of the world. It asks the audience to consider their role in perpetuating the killing games and questions the morality of reveling in such dark content.

//I just wish it had done so more kindly.

//But yeah, overall while I do appreciate V3's final trial for its boldness and willingness to subvert expectations, I generally dislike it for its perceived disrespect to the series' characters, themes, and fanbase. Case 6 is somehow both a brilliant deconstruction of the series’ tropes and a reflection on the nature of storytelling, fandom, and media consumption, as well as a betrayal of the series’ core themes. The ending’s ambiguity, meta-commentary, and radical deconstruction of the franchise leave it as one of the most polarizing conclusions in gaming history, and I doubt there are many that come close.

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The Twelve Labours of Radiant Dawn

I have joked constantly for a while that if you want to unlock all of the secrets and characters in Radiant Dawn, you must complete the 12 Labours. This being a reference to the 12 Labours Heracles/Hercules has to complete for reasons. Anyway. Enough explaining the joke and killing what little humor it had.

If you've ever attempted to unlock all of the secrets, you may go through similar trials at how frustrating it can be to get at some of these secrets. I know I thought I had done everything right back when I made my first and only attempt in 2008, and still came up short. Doesn't help that there were mountains of misinformation on the internet about the Tellius games back in the day that have been a constant source of pain and consternation or vindication while I play through them again (quite slowly) with my partner in the modern era.

So I make this joke all the time, but are there really 12 different things you have to do? Many of the requirements overlap.

For example, if you want to recruit Pelleas into your army, you have to not kill him. If you want to get the secret epilogue conversation with Pelleas, you also have to not kill him. So I have gone through all of the requirements currently on the internet (aka Serenes Forest), which I hope now to be true, and I did come up with 12 things you need to do. Some of these things are much easier than others.

Without further ado:

The 12 Labours of Radiant Dawn

Transfer the Path of Radiance save into Radiant Dawn, preferably before starting the Radiant Dawn file

Beat Radiant Dawn once and start a new game + file in Radiant Dawn, all further steps refer to actions taken in the NG+ file

Get Ike and Soren an A Support

Use the Black Knight in Chapter 1-F

Have Soren fight Micaiah in Chapter 3-7 and survive

Have Ike fight the Black Knight in Chapter 3-7 and survive

The Black Knight must survive Chapter 3-7

Choose not to kill Pelleas in Chapter 3-13

Have Soren fight Pelleas in Chapter 3-F

Bring Soren into the Goddess Tower in Part 4

Soren does not die or retreat in Radiant Dawn

Pelleas does not die in Radiant Dawn

This ought to allow you to: recruit Pelleas, recruit Sephiran, unlock Ike's hidden memories, unlock Ike and Soren's Base Conversation in Chapter 4-F-5, and unlock the secret epilogue conversation with Pelleas.

Some debunked requirements:

Soren and Ike must have an A Support transferred in from Path of Radiance. This is apparently unnecessary, and has been documented by multiple people (I haven't done this myself yet).

Micaiah needs to attack Soren in Chapter 3-13. This was something I was told back in 2008, and does not appear online. The conversation is good though, so I highly recommend it.

(If you find this through a reblog and plan to use this to help you get all the secrets, just remember that reblogs don't reflect edits made to the original after the fact.)

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MARCH MADNESS!

Hello sports fans! I've wanted to do this for awhile now so I finally decided to bite the bullet, crunch the numbers and run a March Madness, but with a Corrupted Caps twist!

I have created a March Madness bracket of all my most popular stories here on Tumblr and will pit them against each to see which is the most superior Corrupted Cap!

What does the winner get apart from being superior and lording it over the rest of the stories? A Sequel! That's right whatever story ends up victorious will get a brand new chapter.

So without further ado here are the challengers (and links):

32 One Week

31 Wish Upon a Star

30 Filtered

29 Precious Ruby

28 Eco Warrior

27 BFF

26 The Plan

25 The Dress

24 Rotten Apple

23 If the Shoe Fits

22 Expensive Tastes

21 7 Days of Hell

20 A New Generation

19 Brat App

18 A Bad Conscience

17 Return of the Goddess

16 Youth is Wasted on the Young

15 Night Out

14 Fake IDs

13 The Corrupted Queen

12 Possessions

11 Phone Scam

10 Of Corset

9 Distorted

8 Possessive

7 Status Change

6 2 for the price of 1

5 Rebound

4 Suits You

3 Sorority Merger

2 Playing house

1 The Merge

*worth noting that I have not included any stories that already have sequels or are themselves sequels.

Voting will be every day of March. Each vote will include a link to the individual stories in that match up so no need to keep returning to this post but I will pin this post during the duration of the competition.

Finally it is likely that I will not be posting any regular stories during March to avoid confusion.

Hope everyone takes part and has fun! What are you hoping to see take the crown?