#all you did was be born. your brother will raise you and sell you and eat you. the cycle of it all. ok im going 2 lie down now

[heartslobbf]

thinks about the kiryuu siblings. explodes

[misguidedasgardian]

Desire & Duty (1)

I. Fire & Blood

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aemond finds a way to take his pleasure in his duty

Pairings: Helaena x Targaryen!sister reader, Aegon II x Helaena, future Aemond x Targaryen!reader x Helaena

Warnings: Medieval ASOIF Customs, canon incest, cursing, polyamorous, incestous polygamy, Aemond is more savvy to girl on girl love 😂,  mentions of war and death, blood, unreal ceremonies involving fire and blood, blood drinking, lip slicing, polyamorous marriage, jiji you know what this is about

Wordcount: 3.4k 

Notes: I’m going to do what I think the TV series is going to do, Maelor, (Aegons’s and Helaena’s youngest son) isn’t alive (yet maybe?), Helaena doesn’t lose any children, I want only love and sex for our beautiful Helaena. ALSO, maybe spoilers… this will be smoother, like I said, I want it to be short, sweet and kinky, so I’m not going to dwindle on details jiji 

Two years later

Too much had changed

Too many had died 

Too many loose, too much war and trauma

The entire country was destroyed, burned, people were merely joining together after being divided by war. 

He had to put together a new council, his grandfather died, so it all stood between Tyland Lannister, as the master of coin, Corlys Velaryon as the master of ships, and other old men. 

And now, as he was recently made King, everyone, his mother specially, were urging him to take a wife.

All the surviving Targaryen children had proposals for their hands…

But he already knew what he wanted, he had wanted it for years

First, since he was a child, he always wanted to marry his younger sister, she would always follow him around, even though if her dragon hatched and his didn’t, she would always be kind to him, they would read together, take their lessons together, when he lost his eye, she comforted him, and wouldn’t leave his side for months. He always knew they were destined to be together, to marry in the tradition of their house. And he had always loved Helaena deeply as well, he always resented the way Aegon treated her, and a fierce need to protect her was born in him. 

And then he learned about you both, spending your nights in each other's embrace, and he thought he would lose his mind.

When the war broke out after he accidentally murdered Lucerys, he had to put all his fantasies about his sister in the back of his mind. He needed to have a clear head, but he never forgot about everything he heard and saw.

Everything he did he did for his two sisters, all of it, he fought with determination against Daemon and prevailed, only with the thought of seeing you both again, only with the determination of telling you how much he desired you and loved you. He won.

Even though you were in the battlefield as well

He was King now, his brother, Aegon, was dead, his half sister Rhaenrya, was dead, his nephews were dead. The only ones he had left were his beautiful sisters, Helaena, her and Aegon’s children, and (Y/N). Also his mother had survived the rage of Rhaenyra.

They had won

He sat the Iron Throne as a Regent, waiting for his nephew to come of age, but he was in all effects, a King, the King of the Seven Kingdoms 

So when his mother suggested you marry a Lannister, Helaena be sent away to Dorne, and he a Baratheon girl, he lost it

“I will not sell my sister away!”, he barked, “she has been through enough!”

“She is a young woman…”, clarified Alicent, “she still has her children by Aegon… but she can still have more children, we need to make alliances”

“What we need is to make the House of the Dragon strong again, diluting our blood with those houses will not help us”, Alicent looked at him in terror, deducing what he was saying 

“You cannot wed Helaena… it will look terrible to the smallfolk”, she warned, thinking about how they raised against them, supporting one of Aegon’s bastard children 

“A dragon cares about the opinion of sheeps then?”, he mocked

“Aemond”

“Our family had been decimated”, he barked, “The Targaryen line is in the brink of extinction, we need to keep the family pure”, Alicent looked like she had been struck

“It is not wise”, she begged, but sending her daughter away didn’t pleased her either, Helaena was the… gentler… of her children, and she would not wish to see her part from her home and her family. And Aemond seemed determined, so she sighed loudly, “Helaena has her children by Aegon”, she repeated, but she relented, “and what about your other sister?”, she asked then. Aemond chuckled

“I will take them both to wife”, and right there, Aemond thought fleetingly that Alicent has survived the Targaryen civil war, but this just might end up finishing her off.

“No”, she sentenced, Aemond only smiled

“I will take them both to wife, Jahaerys will succeed me either way, no matter what I do, I’m just King Regent”, he said mindesly 

“No Aemond, you can marry (Y/N) if you want, but not both”, she said, but there was nothing she could say to prevent it

She could argue that the faith would oppose it, but it was terribly weakened, almost to extinction, by Rhaenyra when she attacked the city, that was a blow thrown directly at her, and her faith. 

“You better let me marry both, as I will take Helaena as a lover either way”, he warned, and Alicent’s eyes filled with tears

“What did I do wrong with all of you?”, she lamented, finding it incredibly unfair that she couldn’t pass down her faith to any of her children. “this is twisted! you are not Aegon the Conqueror”

Targaryens, as their dragons, didn’t answer to neither Gods nor men, Alicent often failed to remember that

“I might as well be”, he said dismissively, “I will wed my sisters, and have children with both”

Alicent just cried silently, but said nothing.

Many things have happened in the last few years. A war broke out, a war for the throne. There was no time for anything else, you never got betrothed, you were dispensable, now that your sister and brother were Queen and King, Helaena couldn’t fight on dragonback, but you could.

And so you offered yourself as a dragon rider, even against your mother’s wishes, but Dreamfyre was already grounded, your dragon Vhaelar was needed in the battlefield, and so were you. You had burned armies to the ground, you had commanded the death of people by the thousands.

Now wearing dresses and jewelry was almost foreign to you, as the maids helped you dress with a beautiful crimson red gown. they braided your hair and placed rubies between your silver strands, they placed a necklace with the same precious gems around your neck, and you put multiple rings on your fingers 

You saw your sister entering your chambers, and you smiled brightly at her sight

“Is it odd that I find dresses incredibly comfortable after being two years dressed in riding gear and coat of mail?”, you asked her cheekily, she only shook her head

“It isn’t”, you hugged her tightly and she hugged you back, burying her face on your neck

“It’s finally over”, what marked the end of the war was the defeat and surrender of the Northerner army. Cregan Stark finally yielded after the ship were Rhaenyra’s last sons had sunk in the Narrow sea after a final attack from the Triarchy’s fleet

You did not cheer for their deaths, they were only children after all, innocent little children, your nephews, if you managed to get a hold of them, they were going to be raised in the castle with princess Jahaera and Jahaerys, but no. Fate had other plans

The wolf had surrendered and pardoned, marching North as you both held each other, the last one standing

The war was over.

You were preparing for weeks of celebrations, but you only wanted to be in between your sister’s loving arms.

But again, destiny had other plans

You mother entered the room, enthralled in her own mind to notice the not so sisterly embrace, you and Helaena separated to greet your mother. The Queen Mother now

“I have something important to discuss”, you guessed it couldn’t be anything good, she had that scowl on her face

“what is it dear mother?”, asked Helaena

“Your brother, the King”, you noticed she had a sort of fascination for saying his title, “wants to take a wife”

You didn’t know why, but a bitter taste installed in your mouth. Was Aemond going to get married?

You always believed you were going to marry your brother, you loved him, but you also believed your mother had only betrothe your eldest siblings to avoid Helaena being married to Jacaerys, and you then believed you were going to be married to Jace, but then the war happened, Jace had died.

“Who does he intend to marry?”, you notice that Helaena was frowning, clearly not thrilled with the news as well as you

You two had always been so jealous with Aemond, when there was discussions of Floris Baratheon marrying him you wanted to feed her to your dragon. In your mind, Aemond was yours, you were born to be together, you were born younger than him to be his wife, as the tradition of your house dictated.

Helaena grabbed your hand and held it tightly,making you wince, your mother didn’t seemed to notice

“He intents to take you both to wife”

And different emotions filled you

In a first instance it was bittersweet because your mother truly looked like she was going to be sick, her mouth twisted in disgust. But you felt incredibly happy and relieved, joyous even

Helaena did as well, and she held your hand tightly and smiled at you

That your mother did notice

“You will say no”, she demanded

“Why?”, you couldn’t help but ask, and she looked at you like she wanted to strike you

“Because it's an aberration!”, she screeched, Helaena walked until she was behind you, hiding from her own mother, and you gladly protected her

“If our king wants to marry us, who are we to say no?”, you mocked, and her face twisted even more. Her mouth turned into a horrible expression of disgust and horror, as her eyes shined with tears of anger

“All of you…!”, she seemed to gather air, as the words that would come out of her mouth tasted like poison in her tongue, “... ARE SICK!”, it didn’t take long for her to place two and two together, she believed you both were going to be horrified by the news of her, she never thought you BOTH would like the prosper of sharing a bed with your brother Aemond, “I FORBID IT”

You had never seen your mother like this, she lost it, completely lost it, and if it weren’t for Helaena, and her trembling frame behind you, you would have been scared also, but you couldn’t afford that luxury, when you felt Helaena whimper behind your back, you felt the need to protect her, even if you needed to protect her from your own mother.

“I RAISED WHORES!”, and she cursed you all, Helaena, you, Aemond, all of you, cursed by your own mother. She screeched, threw around everything she could get her hands on, you turned back and hugged Helaena against you, trying to cover her ears as Alicent destroyed everything around you.

But she couldn’t destroy your love…

The guards posted outside your doors heard the commotion, and ran to get the King’s guard, and as two of the white capes ran towards Helaena’s, (the Queen’s) rooms, one of them fetched Aemond

Three white capes ended up entering the room, Aemond trotting behind them, and under his command, they grabbed your mother, firmly, but gently, and removed her from your space 

You said nothing but grabbed Helaena’s hand and led her to your own rooms, which were still quiet. 

They were small, but still in Maegor’s Holdfast, you had insisted in this room because it had big windows, looked into Blackwater bay, and still got sun for most part of the day.

Aemond quickly followed you 

When he decided to marry you both, he knew he was going to face opposers, he knew his mother, and her strong beliefs, he was also reminded she betrothed her two oldest children to prevent Rhaenyra on insisting to marry Jacaerys and Helaena 

She did not share the Valyrian customs.

That and the civil war that killed her father, Aegon, and almost her grandchildren, had left her in the brink of mental collapse 

But it didn’t hurt less, having your own mother scream at you like this.

As soon as you arrived in the comfort of your room, you took Helaena’s hands in yours, she was still shaking, and you kissed them, caressing the back of their hands with your thumbs, immediately soothing her, but yet not enough.

You looked at Aemond, who was standing by the door

It was strange

Every time you saw him, you immediately felt relieved, like everything was going to be alright. Like you were lost in the sea and he was the light of the lighthouse, guiding you back home.

The last two years, you had been separated by the war, and you had just got back home after months leading the Green Army of Old Town, you still had to welcome in each other's lives  

But Helaena holds tight to you, and in that moment, nothing else matters. You turned to her, she leaned in and you made your forehead touch, your hand went to softly cradle her cheek

“Everything is going to be alright”, you whispered, and she nodded slightly, “We are together again, nothing will come between us, not even her”

“She hates us”, she whined, “her own blood”

“She doesn't hate us, she doesn’t understand us”, you said simply, she just shook her head, and hid in your neck, you hugged her tightly against you

“I send her to her rooms in the tower of the hand”, he offered, “until she can think about what she did”, you barely nodded, but Helaena wasn’t pleased with that decision 

“It is not going to change her mind”, she whispered sadly, She squeezed your hand in hers

“Is it true, brother?”, you asked softly, “that you want to marry us?”, you sounded hopeful, and innocent, and that made Aemond tight in his breeches embarrassingly fast

But he regained his composure, he grasped his hands behind his back, and straightened his posture, looking at the both of you with respect, and also devotion

“I can’t stand the thought of anyone else taking you both away from here, away from me”, he admitted 

He had to be straight forward, he had known you for all your life, he wanted you both, he desired you, and he was going to have you

“Our mother has forbid us”, you said, and he smiled when he saw a hint of a smirk on your lips

“I will send her away”, he said simply, “she will benefit from being in Old Town, with her family”, he took a step towards you both, and you didn’t move, you just looked back at him, “the real question is, what do you both want to do?”, you looked at each other and smiled

Aemond looked at your intertwined handsome and smirked as well

“I know about both of you”, he said, he walked until he was within your reach, he reached for both of you, and you reached back, soon all of your hands were intertwined, “I will protect you”, he said softly, looking at you and then looking at Helaena, “together we will rule the seven Kingdoms, like Aegon did with Visenya and Rhaenys by his side”, he said, and even though you didn’t believe that was the right reason to join in marriage like Aegon had done, you nodded, and looked at Helaena who nodded as well. 

You both turned to Aemond

“My beautiful sisters”, he whispered, his voice thick with desire, “I couldn’t stand the thought of any other man having you”, he leaned in, first towards you, and trapped your lips with his, it was sweet and passionate, it took your breath away, but before it could escalate he abandoned you and turned to Helaena

She was expecting him and devoured him with need and passion. 

“No one is ever going to touch you ever again”, he said possessively, “you will be mine, and mine alone, you will give me heirs as well”

“Mother will never allow it”, she whispered

“We are the blood of the dragons, and dragons answer to neither gods nor men”, he growled

Aemond led you to the Dragonpit, and from there, you took your dragons, Helaena on her beautiful she-dragon Dreamfyre, Aemond in the monstrous Vhagar, and you, in Vhagar’s hatchling, or so they said, Vhaelar. 

He had grown to be a male, you and Helaena discovered both your dragons coiled together in the pit, you had heard Vhaelar sing to Dreamfyre, and since they had been seen together, Dreamfyre had laid various clutches of eggs. It was so sweet.

Aemond led you, and it didn’t take long for you to realize you were flying towards Dragonstone. 

As soon as you landed in the Dragonmount, the Dragon keepers received you.

They knew, you knew, it was an immediate understanding.

Before the end of the day, you and Helaena were fixing each other's headdress and ceremonial robes.

“We will not be married to one another”, she whispered sadly, fixing a silver string that framed your face

“We will”, you whispered

“We will be both married to Aemond”, she said then… and you just giggled

“And that will be enough, we will be together forever”, you said with a wide smile, she smiled back.

So you joined hands, and together, you walked towards the beach

The night had already fallen over the Island, but yet, thanks to the fires lit all over the beach, you were able to see clearly Aemond and the Dragon keepers 

 Aemond looked so handsome, his eyepatch was missing, his beautiful sapphire shining thanks to the flames of the fire, his hair loose, neatly combed back, he reached for the both of you, taking one of your hands and one of Helaena’s

In a strange way, you always knew this was going to be the beginning for you. Even though that for Helaena, it was like a second opportunity, and for Aemond… for Aemond it was his dream come true. 

The night was calm, a nice summer night, the star were shining brightly, there was no wind, none, the only sounds that could be heard where the ones of the fires crackling, and the soft voice of the Dragon Keeper, reciting the vows

You knew High Valyrian, it was the only thing your father had ever insisted regarding the education of his children, but for some reason, you couldn’t quite pay attention. Your sole attention was on Aemond in front of you, and Helaena by your side.

The touch in your hands, where Helaena and you hold hands, the breathing of your siblings, and soon your spouses…, the night was magical, you could feel it in the air.

You could hear your dragons singing, you could feel the words of the keeper

Fire & Blood

The words that bound you, the words that led your house.

Amond took a knife made of dragon glass, he gently sliced Helaena’s hand, and then yours, you winced at the sting, but it passed quickly, you then grabbed the knife together with Helaena, and asliced one of his hands.

Your blood flowed freely to the chalice underneath, the blood of the three of you.

Then Aemond sliced your lip, and then Helaena’s, and then you sliced his. with the blood from your lips he drew a symbol in your forehead, looking straight into your eyes you got lost in his, he then drew on Helaena. 

He kissed you sweetly, the tangy flavor of blood mixing in your tongue, then he leaned in and kissed Helaena. But then, you turned to your sister, and kissed her as well, surprising Aemond, and the dragon keeper as well

You were marrying her too, not only Aemond… 

But now, you are married.

Married, bloodied, bonded together

In Fire and Blood.

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[bayzadas]

So I met this person who said "if only his (Tony's) dad was ever actually developed to be actually abusive" and that's bullshit. Howard clearly abused Tony in a lot of ways- emotionally, mentally, physically.

He made Tony drink alcohol when Tony was a literal child, told him he had to be a man. That's how Tony's drinking problem started. Howard forcing a child, his own child, to drink. He told him that drinking will put hair on his chest, and that he had to stop being a sissy. He hit Tony when he saw him playing with toys. He physically abused him for acting his age. Because of Howard, Tony stopped playing with toys. There were only weapons. Tony literally promised him "No toys, just weapons."

In the comics, Howard literally tried to sell Tony to Dracula in exchange of immortality. He died, became a demon and tried to kill his own son in hell. And people are still saying that he tried his best to be a dad and that he failed? My friend, he didn't even try a little. Imagine being that ignorant.

And no, MCU Howard isn't better. Howard literally scarred Tony for his whole life. He didn't let him be a child. He wanted him to be another version of himself. Iron Man 2 tried to show Howard as a good man by making him say "You were my greatest creation" and that was full of shit. First of all, he didn't even try to show Tony that he appreciated him even just a little bit. That man didn't even bothered to tell Tony he loved him even once. And then he recorded himself saying that? You gotta try a little harder if you want your son to think better of you, Howard. Also, saying that your own son is your greatest creation is weird. Tony is his own person. He isn't a machine that Howard made, that man doesn't own him.

Avengers Endgame also tried to make Howard look better and that made me sick. That was awful. Endgame was so bad for that. Tony hugged his abuser, forgave him, and literally thanked him for everything.

Russo brothers, what the hell? What did Tony thank Howard for, exactly? Ignoring him? Starting his drinking problem? Hitting him? Abusing him verbally? Physically? Not letting him be a child for once? Are those the things Tony thanked Howard for?

And don't even get me started on "The kid's not even here yet, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him." Everything about this sentence is awful. Horrible. Disgusting. Makes me sick. You know why? Because that is a way of saying Tony is the one to blame.

Knowing how Howard treated Tony, this literally means Tony is the one who failed to meet Howard's expectations. Tony's the one who's at fault for the way how Howard abused him. Because he wasn't good enough. Because he wasn't what Howard wanted him to be. If Tony was what Howard expected, Howard wouldn't be so bad with him. But Tony disappointed him, so Howard gave up on him. That's literally what that sentence means. Tony's playing the victim. He's being ungrateful to his dad. Howard's not wrong for the way how he raised Tony, Tony should've known better.

Did you know that Tony, as a fourteen years old child, was so traumatized to the point he built something he called "Stark City"? He built that as an apology to his father. And you know what he was trying to apologize for? Living. He tried to apologize Howard for living and Howard didn't even see it.

Imagine the feeling. Imagine the way how he felt his whole childhood. Abused. Ignored. Depressed. Maybe even suicidal, since he literally regretted being born as a fourteen years old. But yeah, only if Howard was actually developed to be an abusive father.

Fuck you, Russo brothers. Fuck you, Howard apologists.

[pyramidsoul]

Jeffrey Dahmer and the relationship with animals

Unlike other serial killers, Jeffrey Dahmer never found interest on harming or torturing animals. In fact, abusing animals since childhood it’s an important factor which may link to future violence towards humans. However, hurting animals wasn’t under Jeffrey Dahmer’s radar.

“We’d go out and play in the fields, run around, she was a good dog to have.” -Jeffrey Dahmer

Childhood:

Since he was a kid he showed interest in animals, having a goldfish and a turtle as pets at only 18-months-old. The mother, Joyce, remembered those moments with affection, affirming the kind relationship his boy had with the animals: “Jeff was so very gentle with the turtle”.

He also had a cat, Buffy, during the time the family was living at Pammel Court. Unfortunately, due to the father’s job, The Dahmers had to move in Bath, Ohio, and they had to be sell Buffy. It was at that time, at age 7, that Dahmer was given a puppy to help distract him from the recent move. He named the puppy Frisky, she was a lovely black and white dog, and Jeffrey was very close to her.

Also around that time Jeffrey’s brother, David , was born. He loved his brother, yet he loved his dog more, as Joyce recalled: “…More adjusting for Jeff, but he loves Davy and is good to him. Frisky comes first in his heart, though. They really romp and play”. Jeffrey spent time playing and running out the camps with the dog.

Jeffrey Dahmer and a cat, possibly Buffy

Around age two or three, a curious fact had happened. His father was riding his bicycle with Jeffrey seated on the handlebars, when Jeffrey spotted what looked like a ball of dust (in the eyes of Lionel). Curious and pointing at it, Jeffrey encouraged the father to come closer, when Lionel noticed it was a baby nighthawk which had fallen from the nest. With Jeffrey’s urging, Lionel took the little bird at home and raised it with Jeffrey on his side. At the beginning they nursed it feeding it a mixture of milk and corn syrup, to switch with solid food later once the bird became strong enough. It almost became a pet, and a name was given: “Dusty”. “It was almost like a pet. It would come back when you called it, eat out of your hand and stuff like that.” Joyce said. When the bird grew and became stronger, it was ready to be released. It was Lionel who cradled it and took it outside, and when he opened the hand the bird flew away. It was a delightful moment, and all the three members of the family were happy.

Around age seven or eight instead, the first violent act of the child showed up. Jeffrey developed a certain fondness for the assistant teacher at school, and so he decided to give her a present. It was an innocent child gesture, a naive gift, but significant for little Jeffrey. He caught a bowl of tadpoles in a stream nearby a school where the family was used to go, to give them to the teacher as a sign of affection. Unfortunately after some time he would’ve found out the bowl was given to his friend Lee. He felt betrayed and as a sign of revenge he sneaked into Lee’s house garage (where the tadpoles were kept) and killed the animals pouring motor oil into their water.

“It stood about as tall as this table, short fur, looked like a Doberman, real friendly dog. My dog was chasing it into the street and this car came by and both dogs were together, right next to each other, and that car slammed into the big dog and just missed mine by that much. Boy, did I feel lucky.”

Dahmer remembering an episode with Frisky and the dog of his neighbours

Adolescence:

During adolescence he focused on his single hobby, started years before. At first he began watching and starring animals, such as snakes, toads, crabs, turtles, fish and wild rabbits. When living in Bath, Ohio, Jeffrey spent a great amount of time in a hut next to the house, collecting rests of animals. There was a skeletons collection, with the rests of squirrels, birds and chipmunks, and there was a jars collection with insects inside in formaldehyde. He even had a graveyard outside where he buried the dead animals.

However, his interest grew more and more, and it evolved in road-kills interest: he picked up dead animals in the streets, which were invested by cars, bringing them home. He was interested on the “mechanics” of the inside, and he wanted to know how it “worked”. He cut them open down the front, exposing the innards. Still, none of the animals were alive during the process, as he picked up dead creatures specifically. He usually found foxes, opossums, cats, raccoons and dogs. One of the dogs he found was very large, and after he brought it home as his usual, he waited for the skin to rot off to collect the bones later then. Another one was a Beagle, and after examining the insides, he grabbed the skull of the creature, putting it on a pole. Curiously, another time again, a chilling fact occurred, when he kidnapped a dog of a neighbour with the intent of killing it. He didn’t find the courage to do so after watching at the dog, and so he freed it. There’s also been one time in school where he stole the feral pig from the biology laboratory, taking it home and once in the garage, he removed the skin and flesh and kept the skull of the pig.

When in highschool, Jeffrey Dahmer shared a friendship with a certain Jeff Six, another student of the Revere High School. The friendship wasn’t deep at all, and it required no specific commitment. It was with him that Jeffrey spent some time in his car. Unfortunately, Six had a weird sadistic habit which Jeffrey didn’t like at all. While on the road, if a dog was spotted, Six would speed up to hit the animal. “His big thrill was to find a dog that was walking in the road and speed up real fast and hit it. It just amazed me. In one day he went through four dogs. How many dogs just walked into the road in front of him . . . He’d speed up real fast and just tick them off.” Dahmer said subsequently. One time in particular marked Dahmer quite a lot, when Six hit a little puppy, and when the latter looked back and Dahmer noticed his terrified eyes, he insisted to stop the car so he could go away, sickened by these acts.

The dog’s skull on a pole

Jeffrey Dahmer never killed an animal himself. It is frequently the case that people who grow into multiple murderers have evolved from sadistic children, and cruelty to animals in childhood is a common characteristic shared among them. Dahmer’s case is different in this regard as in most others. He displayed no cruelty, and was not interested in watching an animal suffer or react to pain.

- The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer

Adult life:

When living with his grandmother in West Allis, Wisconsin, he took care of the grandma’s cat, Jody, who liked. Jeffrey expressed his love for cats even with his neighbours, Vernell and Pamela Bass, when he saw their cat on their apartment. “He was very impressed when he saw our cat walk out of the bedroom picking her up and saying he liked cats a lot.” Vernell explained. Douglas Jackson, downstairs neighbor, also stated he was used to see Dahmer in the backyard smoking cigarettes or drinking beers surrounded by cats, which followed him wherever he went.

As he moved in his own apartment in Milwaukee, Apt 213 at 924 North 25th Street, he allowed himself to get a fish tank. It was a 30-gallon aquarium bought from The Fish Factory, a fish shop where he would usually wander around admiring the variety of fishes there, from their colours to their shapes. He was so fascinated indeed, so much that when he got caught they found books about fish care in his apartment. “It was nice, with African cichlids and tiger barbs in it and live plants, it was a beautifully kept fish tank, very clean . . . I used to like to just sit there and watch them swim around, basically. I used to enjoy the planning of the set-up, the filtration, read about how to keep the nitrate and ammonia down to safe levels and just the whole spectrum of fish-keeping interested me.” Dahmer said. He was so enthusiastic about trigger fish and puffer fish as well. He reminded the time when he saw the puffer fish in the store with enthusiasm: “I once saw some puffer fish in the store. It’s a round fish, and the only ones I ever saw with both eyes in front, like a person’s eyes, and they would come right up to the front of the glass and their eyes would be crystal blue, like a person’s, real cute.”. This was a very precious hobby for Dahmer, and after his arrest he would recall his aquarium moments with nostalgia, missing them.

Jeffrey and Jody at grandmother’s house in 1990.

“The cat's doing fine. She always wants to be brushed."

Jeff nodded.

"You know how she likes that."

"Yeah."

"She's always trying to be brushed," I said. "Remember how you used to do it?"

He stared at me silently.

- Excerpt From A Father's Story

Sources: The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer - Brian Masters; A Father’s Story - Lionel Dahmer; Across The Hall - Vernell Bass; Step into My Parlor - Edward Baumann; My Friend Dahmer - Derf Backderf

[direwombat]

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton on yet another wonderful wipsday~!

if there's one thing about me, it's that i like to explore the brother dynamic between the seed boys and katc is no exception <3

Edited to fix the a factual error. A massive thank you to @the-silver-chronicles for catching that jacob fought in iraq and not afghanistan (as i had mistakenly written 💀)

“So, the Cleansing,” Jacob says, pointedly changing the subject. “How’d that go?”

[Joseph] sighs heavily and crosses his arms, leaning his hip against Jacob’s desk. “John nearly drowned the Deputy and she nearly scratched his eyes out.” 

Jacob snorts. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

A fond, yet knowing smile graces Joseph’s lips. He nods, but it quickly grows melancholy. “I worry about him,” he confides. 

“He’s your little brother, Joe, it comes with the territory,” Jacob shrugs. 

“Maybe,” he hums, and he lapses into a brief, but thoughtful silence. Then, his brow creases and a realization flashes in his eyes. He looks to Jacob, cocking his head to the side. “You worry about me,” he smiles. 

Jacob leans back in his seat and crosses his arms. With raised brows, he regards his brother with detached incredulity. “Every damn day since you were born,” he grunts. It didn’t matter how much they bickered or how badly Jacob had wanted to stick Joe in a cardboard box and sell him for the price of an ice cream. At the end of the day, it was Jacob comforting baby Joseph when he couldn’t stop crying of colic. It was Jacob who stepped up to take the blame whenever the Old Man got pissed off. It was Jacob who set the barn ablaze just to get them away from that damn foster family. 

There hasn’t been a single day where the health and safety of his brothers hasn’t crossed Jacob’s mind. Especially after they were separated. Juvie, Iraq, wandering the streets of Rome with just a duffel bag and the clothes on his back, it was the dream of finding his brothers again that kept him putting one foot in front of the other, even when it would’ve been easier to fall back into his grave. 

Of course he worries about Joseph. And John. 

Hell, he even worries about Faith. 

They’re all he has left. He’ll do anything to keep them safe. 

But that isn't what this conversation is about. 

He scrubs his hand over his face and sighs. “Look,” he starts, “John didn’t really know you before you found him in Atlanta. He didn’t have the chance to outgrow the big brother worship, so you’re getting it now. He wants to impress you. Make you proud.”

“I am proud of him,” Joseph counters. “He’s come a long way from John Duncan.” He spits John’s former surname like it physically hurts him to say it. Whether it’s disdain for the hedonistic habits their brother used to entertain or contempt for the people who turned him into such a beast, Jacob can’t be sure. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Not that it should matter anymore. John is a Seed. He’s their brother. 

“Have you told him that?” Jacob asks. 

Joseph opens his mouth to speak, but he hesitates. “No,” he says eventually. “No, I suppose I haven’t” 

“Might be a good place to start.” 

Joseph nods, but the slight downward tug of his lips belies the gesture. “I just…I worry about his behavior. It’s been getting more erratic. Did you know he killed one of our flock last night? After we lost the Deputy?” 

Jacob lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. He hadn’t been aware of that particular homicide, but does remember the first time John had called him panicking because he’d wrapped his hands around Lana's throat and didn’t stop squeezing until it was far too late. He’d helped him dispose of the body and kept things quiet. As far as anyone is concerned the former Faith's death had been purely accidental -- just an unfortunate misstep that sent her plummeting down Horn Serpent Cave.  

But Joseph is right. John’s behavior is impulsive at best and dangerously erratic at worst. Jacob desperately wishes he knew how to fix it, but short of a fucking time machine, he’s not sure there’s much he can do. For better or worse they’re the culmination of others’ failures, and they’ve all had to grapple with that in their own ways. Joseph found his Faith. Jacob found Purpose. And John, much like the toddler Jacob remembers leaving behind, will do anything for attention and affection. Even if that means hurting and killing anyone he thinks stands in the way of him achieving those things.

“Ever think he might feel threatened by your flock?” Jacob asks. 

The look of utter shock that crosses Joseph’s face gives Jacob his answer. “What?” 

“You and I had more time to get to know each other,” he says simply. “John didn’t. He’s more like the rest of your followers than I am. He knows The Father more than he knows Joseph. He wants your attention and knows that zeal and devotion are ways to get it.”

“I suppose I’m not very good at this whole big brother thing,” Joseph sighs. 

“Nah, you’re just out of practice.”

Joseph lifts his thumb to his mouth and chews at the corner of his nail -- a childhood habit that’s persisted despite the lemon juice and clear nail polish their mother had used to dissuade him from it. “What do you suggest I do?” he asks after a long moment. 

“Christ, Joe,” Jacob breathes, and he mutters a quiet sorry when his brother shoots him a harsh look for his language. “Just…” He sighs. “Just listen to him, okay? And don’t patronize him. Despite our memories of him, he isn’t two anymore. He’s a grown man. Treat him like one. You trusted him with the Valley for a reason. Let him prove to you that he can handle it and try not to get in his way. The training wheels are long overdue to come off.” 

A gentle smile creeps across Joseph’s face. “I should be so lucky that God has blessed me with such a wise older brother.” 

Jacob’s eyes are rolling before he can stop himself. “None of that leaves this room,” he says gruffly. “Now, speaking of younger brothers, did you want to see the Deputy’s or not?”

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[carmybearzattos]

hey i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this question before but do you have any random carmy headcanons?? i feel like talkin about the best boy in chicago :)

omg no one has asked me this before ty! i spend all my time thinking about carmy so i would love to talk about the bestest boy <3

ok assorted random messy carmy headcanons:

• he’s got undiagnosed adhd and i’ve got an entire list of justifications for this headcanon if anyone cares

• carried round a little teddy bear when he was a kid because i mean he’s literally called bear someone bought that kid a teddy bear.

• his favourite meal he’s ever had is something mikey made. probably the braciole

• got some jokes made at his expense by the international staff at noma for being italian american. “you don’t know how to make real authentic italian food, your family makes american garbage” kind of stuff

• probably had one dickhead teacher at school (everyone’s had at least one) who wanted him to stand up and read aloud in spite of his stutter. got shit for that and for not making eye contact with the class when he spoke. poor boy suffered so much at school :(

• first thing he ever learned to “cook” as a tiny little baby was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. he doesn’t remember this bc he was too young but mikey put him up on a chair in the kitchen and showed him use a butter knife

• more of a mikey headcanon, but little mikey *did not* want another younger sibling. was not into the idea at all. then carmy was born and he immediately loved his baby brother more than anything in the whole entire world 💔

• the idea of virgin carmy is very endearing to me and just makes sense given the combination of his anxiety, the way his self hatred manifests in him just not allowing himself like anything good at all, and his lack of social life. but even if he has had sex before he’s still like had zero relationship experience but i mean that part’s canon.

• i like the idea of his angels tattoo being the very first one he got since it’s for sugar and mikey

• i don’t know when and i don’t know how but he gets that denim jacket he sells in the pilot back. me and jeremy allen white are in agreement on this.

• his mommy issues fascinate me. i don’t think she was ever abusive to carmy but between trying to run the beef and raise three kids on her own she probably didn’t have as much time for him as she wanted to and when she was around she was stressed and agitated and not great company. like her sons she probably had some undiagnosed mental illness going on and that had a big impact on carmy. probably worse than it did with mikey and sugar since they had their dad around longer. and i imagine carmy’s probably more like his mom than he ever wants to think about.

• speaking of his dad, i think carmy hates himself so much he probably sometimes thinks “oh maybe if i hadn’t been born maybe my dad would still be around. maybe one more kid was just too much and if it had only been mikey and sugar it would be fine.” he’s wrong of course, but this is the same boy who blames himself for mikey dying.

um ok i probably have a million more carmy thoughts but this is running long so here you go anon!

also if anyone ever wants to come into my ask box and talk about carmy (or sydney or richie!) please do i love to hear people’s thoughts!!!

[didyoutrydynamite]

Renegades: The Thin-Mint Job

Ring Ring!

Guard: *Walks up to the front gate of the business compound.* What do you want?

Jaune: *Wearing casual clothing and pulling a red wagon filled with girl scout cookies* Hi there! My little sister is with the Valiant Voyagers, and she would like to ask you a question.

Neo: *Shyly peaks from behind Jaune, with blonde hair and blue eyes matching her “brother”.*

Jaune: Come on Skye, just like we practiced.

Neo: *Steps out in a Girl Scout uniform, holding a poster board.* (Would you like to buy some Voyager Cookies Sir and/or Ma’am?)

Guard: Sorry, this business doesn’t accept door to door sales.

Jaune: Even if it’s for a good cause? You see, the Valiant Voyagers are raising funds for research in congenital heart disease!

Neo: *Flips poster board* (Raising Funds for the Happy Heart Foundation)

Guard: Listen, I’m all for charity, but the boss has a clear policy-

Jaune: Are you sure sir? This charity really means a lot to my sister, you see, *leans in and whispers* She was born with arrhythmia. She's constantly in and out of hospitals.

Neo: *Flips board* ( This donation will help my heart grow big and strong like yours one day.)

Guard: *Sweat drop* J-jeez, I’m sorry to hear that, but I really can’t-

Neo: *Pulls on Jaune’s sleeve with puppy dog eyes, and starts using sign language* (Hey, after we trick this sucker into buying these cookies, you want to go get some milkshakes after this?)

Jaune: *Kneels down to her with a heartfelt expression and starts signing back* I don’t think so, Skye, but don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll sell enough to get you that surgery. (I think I saw a Mister Milkshakes on the way here we can stop at.)

Guard; *Starts holding back sobs* L-Let me go ask the boss.

Neo: *Flips the board* (Tell him it’s $1,000 for 200 boxes.)

~O~O~O~O~O~

Jaune/Neo: *Sitting at Mister Milkshakes after giving the boss the whole same routine again, $1,500 richer.*

Jaune: 300 boxes for the whole building. *Chuckles* Killer touch with the puppy dog eyes, Neo.

Neo: Sipping her milkshake and conjures subtitles Excellent guilt trip with the congenital heart disease. You’ve learned well, you little crook. *Winks*

Jaune: I learn from the best. *Wink* Now all we have to do is wait for enough of the guards and staff to get knocked out by the laced cookies, have Cinder and Adam break in and steal that intel, then anonymously drop it off at the police station.

Neo: *Looks confused then hand signs* (Knocked out? Was I supposed to get roofies or something?)

Jaune: Or whatever other kind of tranquilizers… Wait, what did you think to get for the cookies?

Neo: *Awkwardly sips from her milkshake*

Jaune: NEO, WHAT DID WE PUT IN THOSE COOKIES?!?!

~O~O~O~O~O~

Cinder/Adam/Jaune/Neo: *All in Adam’s truck on the way to the police station as several ambulances drive by on the way to the office compound they were just heisting, sitting in awkward silence.*

Cinder: *Staring out the passenger window looking absolutely embarrassed *

Adam: *Driving, looking unbelievably pissed*

Neo: *Looking perturbed because everyone was on her ass again*

Jaune: … Was it bad?

Adam: FUCKING LAXATIVES!?

Cinder: It was horrible… I’ve never seen anything like it before.

Adam: We tell you to get pills to take out the staff and you decide laxatives are the best thing for the job?! ARE YOU FIVE?!

Neo: *Hand signs some expletives towards Adam*

Jaune: I’m not repeating that.

Cinder: The restrooms were a disaster… The way they went at each other to get to the stalls was like rats on a sinking ship.

Adam: *Snarls* Do you know how good a bull’s smell is? They can smell up to six miles, Neo! I can still smell them from here!!

Neo: *Conjures subtitles on the dash* Well it still worked didn’t it?! You got the intel without anyone trying to stop you!

Cinder: Not a single one of them raised a hand to stop us, some of them even begged us to put them out of their misery. There probably wasn’t a single office plant that went unsoiled in that building.

Adam: GODDAMNIT I think it’s on my boot!! *Smacks steering wheel in rage*

Jaune: *Face in hands from guilt for suggesting cookies*

[the-pessimist-and-his-cat]

Hi! I wanted to ask you about something. We all know what Way did which left Babe heartbroken.. and it was horrible, but when Babe saw Way dying (yeah another “I’m alive bit*ch agenda”) he forgave him. But my question is, do you think that Babe forgave him because Way is his friend and deep down he believes that Way can be good person or he did that because he didn’t want to let him die? What if in first season Way would be alive, would it change anything? I mean would Babe behave differently or regret forgiving Way? I hope you know what I mean.. after knowing that Way is alive (as it seems to be) I’m curious what’s gonna be everyone’s reaction

Hello hello!

Funny enough, I read your ask before taking a shower, so I had ample time to think about it like any Maladaptive daydreamer.... debating and making speeches with myself in the shower :)

Be prepared for a loooong ass answer!

Let's get it out of the way (no pun intended) by clarifying one thing:

What Way did was horrible and disgusting. If he had stopped before Charlie's interference, then I would have forgiven him and be like "well, he at least snapped out of it", but he didn't, which meant if Charlie hadn't been there, he would have raped Babe and his justification for such an act was "I get you pregnant, daddy will be happy and leave us be" and I, as an audiance, be like "uhhh... then after the baby is born... then what? You just gonna give your child to Tony to sell it off or raise him like he did with ya'll???? Is that your master plan???" Soooo yeah. He deserves to receive such cold shoulders and insults from Babe and X hunter crew.

Now as for Babe....

It's both the reasons that you mentioned.

He didn't exactly forgive him fully; otherwise, we didn’t have that nightmare scene in the S2 trailer. It shows that Babe still has lingering fears and doubts and feeling betrayed.

I mean, having a very close friend where you considered a family that you didn't have (like Babe's father) or didn't get (like Tony). A brother that you shared ups and downs of your life with, the cheap dinners, the failed novice car racings, the heart-to-heart conversations... and to see that very dear person in your life not only lied to you, not only tried to rape you but mind controlled you into thinking that you are undeserving of having a real love, that everybody is out to get you, that you will be forever alone with just you and him against the cruel twisted world FOR THE PAST 10 YEARS..... gurl.. I.... the more I think about it... the more terrifying and heartbreaking it gets.

But the thing is... as a result of Way's manipulations and Babe's sad past, he's STARVING.

He wants to trust, he wants to love.

He hates to be manipulated and lied to. He hates betrayal....

And yet, he easily forgave Charlie when he hid his connection to Tony and Jeff. He easily forgave him when Charlie told him that he took his powers (see the parallels between Charlie touching Babe's skin to use his absorption powers and Way also doing the same with his mind control powers?) To be honest, that scene of Babe forgiving Charlie was a whiplash that I couldn't digest quick enough. (Sure, it could be lazy writing, but it also aligns with Babe's personality, which him being so starved for affection that he forgives with just a little push.)

Same thing with Charlie faking his death. Babe was just so glad that he didn't even care and forgave him!

Same thing with Babe's father! He didn't fully forgave him, but he hugged him because he was just so glad to have his dad back. The same dad who he was content to have a simple cold meal with because he at least had a family who gave him affection and wasn't alone.

Honestly, Babe is so tragic and vulnerable and beautiful that if he was real, I would have protected him to the death, even from Charlie (that boy did do some shady stuff and treated Babe like a child that couldn't be trusted with his secrets and plans so Charlie...dude... Babe gave you his heart fully... don't fuck it up in season two or else... 🗡 🙂)

As I said, it could be both of your reasons.

Having such a very close friend for 10 years and doing such horrible things to you won’t erase the loving and precious memories that are engraved in your heart and mind and Babe in that moment, when he thought that he lost Way, he forgave him (not fully) so that Way could see this and fight for survival, so that Babe doesn't loss the one brother, one family that he held above all. He even lied to him that he loved him after Way (seemingly) died so that maybe, just maybe, he opens his eyes.

He already thinks Way could go back to the same person he knew, a good loving being who listens to his rants and was with him through thick and thin and I truly believe if Way had been alive by the end of the finale, he still would have continued to forgive him. Sure, their relationship won't be the same anymore. There will never be unguarded smiles, late night cheap dinners, or heart-to-heart small talks, but they would meet (accidentally or through shared acquaintances) and acknowledge each other's presence with a polite nod (maybe even one or two unintentional banter between them) but that's about it.

As of now, if he finds out that Way is alive in S2.... it really really depends on what Way's agenda is and what actions Way takes.

THIS... this is what gonna make their relationship back to what it was (or something as close to it) or damage it beyond repair.

Sorry and thanks for reading this long ass answer :)

P.s. Way is as interesting as Babe because he has sooooo much layers of fucked up angst that's insane!

[kyrenasfics]

The Crown Prince | Jeong Jaehyun

PAIRING ➾ prince!Jaehyun x reader

GENRE(S) ➾ arranged marriage!au, forbidden love!au, angst, romance

WARNING(S) ➾ basically no i think but a lottt of angst

WORD COUNT : 7k

SUMMARY | He is the crown prince of this kingdom and the most powerful knight. He once saved you when you were almost being killed by a bunch of wolf. What makes you dare to taste the forbidden fruit? You don't know if you should thought of it as a gift from the God or a punishment to you for got enamoured to a person who you shouldn't be enamour for your entire life. The moment you crossed the line, you made yourself covered in wounds even more and worse, that you are not capable enough to stand it.

PLAYLIST(S) : 郁可唯，王铮亮 - 星月, 叶炫清 - 归去来兮, HANA 菊梓乔 - 飞蛾扑火, 谭嘉仪Kayee - Can you hear, 吴若希 - 暗中爱我

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A/N : it’s my first time wrtiting a bad ending(im sorry but im not 😛), i hope you like it and pls STAY SAFE!💚

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You are not meant to be together. Who gave you the courage to taste the “forbidden fruit?”

What makes you dare to taste the “forbidden fruit!”

Prince Yoonoh are known as the most handsome man in the entire Jeong Empire, but it’s not verified, no one has ever seen him before, it’s just rumours among this small little town.

You were born and being raised in this small town named “Cloud” in Jeong Empire. Your father, he is a fisher. He is out on a fishing boat all year round and you only had a few chances to get to see him. You have three brothers which are all older than you, Kun, Xiaojun and Renjun. They joined your father out to fish once they turned 18.

“Take care of our daughter, I'll be back very soon.” Your father said and he gives your mother a kiss then a hug for you before he left the house. It’s not a big deal for going out to fishing but it always has a risk, risk for not coming back anymore. Once they are out, then it’s three months and another three months and three months until when it’s new year, they’ll be back again.

“Remember to close the windows before you sleep and cover yourself when you sleep, don’t caught a cold.” Your biggest brother, Kun said and he rubs the both side of your arm. You were the youngest and the only daughter in this family, and of course you are the apple of everyone’s eye. You reluctant to be apart with them. Seeing their figure gradually disappear from your vision.

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“I will be out to collect some herbs. I will be back in 3 days.” you said then start packing things you needed to bring along with.

Your grandfather was a physician. He passed away 3 years ago, whenever he is examining a patience or out to collect herbs you were always staying along with him. So you learned some from him for example some simple way of how to treat a wound, treat mild colds and treat a swallow legs.

After he passed away, you decided to sell some herbs and treat some minor injuries to earn some money, but most importantly you missed doing it everyday with your grandpa. It’s already had been a habit to you.

“Make sure to take care of yourself. Once the night turn dark, find an inn to rest!” You mother make sure to repeat and repeat as you are really very stubborn when it comes to collect herbs, as if the herbs will gone if you did not make it to pick it by today. “I knew it mother, bye!” You said then begin the herbs collecting journey of yours.

Usually, you will be going to the nearest forest from your town but just a few days ago, you overheard the forest two town away from Cloud have herbs that is very rare and valuable. So, you decided to give it a try to see whether you are lucky enough to found it, even if you come back empty-handed.

You are willing to try.

So there you are standing in front of the forest entrance. ‘Should I really try?’ ‘What if something unexpected comes out?’ ‘But they’re valuable herbs’ ‘They will cost a high price’ All kind of thought running inside your mind.

‘Okay! Let’s do it! No regrets!’ You cheered yourself up then start heading in the forest.

This forest is unexpected a lot much bigger than the usual one you goes to. You just hope you wouldn’t get lost and trapped in the forest.

It’s almost 1 hour since you’ve entered the forest and your hard work finally paid off. You spotted a tree looking like the rare herbs tree you are looking for and is about 10 feet away. Right a moment before you were planning to go home but you were instantly overjoyed!

You walk up to that tree and crouch down to check if it’s the herb you are looking for and it is. Suddenly you hear the low roar of animal, it’s wolf. You stands up rapidly and look around, then only you realize the sun is almost setting. You have to leave as soon as possible before it turns dark.

But the low roar is getting closer and closer by time. You're too scared, so you just pick a little and quickly leaving.

The wolf seems to be attracted by your movement. Suddenly, a dark shadow shuttles between the trees. Just right in front of you! The wolf is running towards you from the trees in front of you.

Your legs are like being under a spell, you can't move. Watching the wolf getting closer to you, your legs wobble and you fell to the ground. The wolf is just inches away from you! You blocked your both hands in front of you and shut your eyes tight. ‘I don’t want to die yet, someone please help me!’ You thought, hope for a miracle to happens but you know you are gonna die, no matter how. No one could save you where the wolf is just in front of you.

You are waiting for death or the pain of being bitten by a wolf but it never comes. Perhaps the wolf changed his mind? You slowly open your eyes. A blade went straight into the wolf neck. You turned your head, a man is stabbing his blade into the wolf! You fainted right away.

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You wake up and see no one beside you. You find yourself were wearing a cloak that doesn't belong to you, it must be the man who saved you?

“You awake?” A man appears from behind. “Are feeling good? Dizzy?” He asked. “Yeah. I’m feeling good. Did you saved me?” You answered his question and asked him. “Yes. I saved you.” The man said. “Thank you. I— I really don’t know how can I do to thank you. But really thank you so much for saving me!” You said sincerely.

“Maybe you can give me yourself.” The man teased. You blushed. Feeling so shy from his words. “I’m joking. Here. Eat some before we left.” The man said and gives you some bread. “T— Thank.” You said then take the bread from him. You start munching the bread as you only realize how starved you are.

“Eat it slow, we are not in rush.” The man laughed and said. You glared at him the continue munching on the bread. It’s just a bread but maybe it’s because you are being saved from death the bread taste more delicious than it usual is and you stared sobbing just thinking of you almost never get to see your family again.

“Why are you crying?” The man turned around when he heard your sobs and asked. “I— I missed my family. I— I almost got myself never gonna see them.” You then started cry loudly. “What a silly girl.” He chuckle softly. “I’ve saved you. You’ll still be able to see them.” He said then softly pats your head. You nod then readjust your breathing until you stopped sobbing.

“Alright. We should go now before the sun is setting.” The man said then untying the lead rope he tied around the tree to hold his horse. He gave a leap and landed himself on the saddle of the horse. “Come up. We are heading to the capital.” He said then offering out a hand for you.

But you still standing like a statue, clinging the bread tight in your hands. “M— Mother says riding a horseback is very unladylike for a lady.” You spoke shyly. He then get down the horse. “It’s okay. No one’s here. Only me and you.” The man said then reaching out his hand again.

You hesitated but still, you used his hand as an aid to get on the horseback.

“Hold tight.” He skip the rope that was tied around the horse neck, the horse sprinted. Scared you to hug his waist tight, preventing yourself from falling. ‘Gallop… Gallop…’ when the horse slower down and you wanted to let your hands around his waist but when he felt your hands loosen it a bit. He pulled the lead rope harder around the horse's neck to make the horse run faster.

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It’s been days since the man saved you. That day, he left without you getting to know his name. Every few days you uses the excuse of collecting herbs to go back to that forest, hoping you could meet him again.

This person keeps lingering in your mind. When you are examining a patient, when you cook, when you bath or even you are sleeping, he appears in your dream.

Today, you went to the forest once again. After several times coming home empty-handed, you thought it’s gonna be another “empty-handed day”.

So, you, who still never meet him after walked the whole forest. You lowered your head and kicked the small stones on the ground, walking out of the forest.

Noises coming out from a distance, sound like someone is chasing after someone. Out of curious, you stopped down and try to find out what’s happening. You see a figure you miss day and night.

A bunch of people were chasing behind of him. His pace is getting slower and slower. He is holding his right arm. Is he hurt? You have to think of a way to help him. They are getting closer time by time.

You run to approach him faster. The closer you run towards him the clearer you see him. It’s him, and he is all blood…

5 feet and you will reach him. He can't take it anymore, he collapsed on the floor. When you finally get to him, he is covered in wounds.

“Hey! Can you hear me?” You sit on the ground and move his head to let him lean on your lap as a support. He is muttering something blurry that you couldn’t hear him well so you lean forward to hear him clearly.

“There… the shabby house over there…” He weakly pointing towards a direction. From what’s he is pointing at, there is a shabby house. You have no idea why he pointed there or why did he know there is a shabby house at such a distance away, but you have no time to waste.

“Can you walk? I can’t carry such a tall man as you and you are heavy.” You said and trying to carry him up but you just couldn’t. Then you heard his soft chuckles. You do as he said and tried your best to carry him up then place his left hand on your shoulder and your right hand is around his waist to carry his weight.

You carry him, who was seriously injured slowly to the shabby house he said. When the moment you open the door, it’s not as empty as you thought. There is a bed right in the middle inside the shabby house. Beside the bed was a small the cooking are and on the left hand side of the cooking area have a wooden door, but you are not sure was it a room or what. Then a very simple square wooden table in front of the bed with two chair each both side one.

You put him down on the bed and went out to find water to clean his wounds before you apply herbs on it. “You have to treat the wound first or your wound will get infected, or else you’ll left scars on it.” You told him then quickly heading out of the room but he hold you wrist. You turned back to him, worrying if he’s feeling uncomfortable.

“There is a toilet there.” He said then points towards the wooden door where you are curious about at first. ‘Ah, so it was a toilet’ you speak to yourself in your head. You went inside and there is a basin under the washstand. You took it and scoop some water into it then went back to him again.

You squat down beside the bed and starting to wash his the wounds on his right arm with a wet cloth. After cleaning the surface, you then apply some herbs which could help to stop bleeding and then you tear a little bit of the hem of your shirt to use to wrap his wounds. “Remember not to get water-“ You finished on treating his wounds then you said, but when you look up he is already asleep. You did not wake him because you thought he must be suffering a lot from the pain. Thinking back, he did not whine a single bit because of his wounds. What a strong man he must be to suppressing all his pain. You thought you would never be able to do it.

Both your hands crossed and resting your chin againts the bed and watching at his sleeping figure. Looking at his face clearly, this man who saved you, he is good-looking, even sleeping. You’ve started to grown curiosity of him. What kind of a family is he coming from? Did he lives somewhere nearby this forest? Why did he came to this forest? Why is he being chased and is hurt? Did he offend them? And right, you still haven’t get to know his name. Thousands of question is running in your head. Slowly, you sinked into your sleep unconsciously.

You open your eyes and what you see is the ceiling. Did you fall asleep? On the bed? Why did you woke up laying on a bed? You don’t remember you slept on a bed. You turned your head to the side. The man that was supposed to be there is not there. He left? Left with his arm are still bleeding? You have to look for him, before the bunch of people found him. You get off the bed and running out the shabby house. You opened the door and the man is sitting right in front the door. The night getting dark. “You awake?” He smiling looking at you and said. He is using woods to start a fire.

“You shouldn’t be moving around, you wounds will broke open. I’ll do it, go get some rest.” You said and chasing him off. “Man should be the one to start a fire, not a women.” He chuckles softly. “No, you are the pat-“ You are trying to argue with him but he cuts you off. “I’m not doing everything, I’m just starting the fire and you will be the one who cook. So it’s fair.” You become speechless. “Cook? Me?” You asked and pointing at yourself. He nodded and then pointed back at him. “I— I’m not good at cooking…” You stuttered.

“I don’t mind the taste, as long as it can filled my hunger.” You are again speechless by his words. “O— Okay…”

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“Do you have anything you wanted to say?” He raised his brow and asked. You shook your head hardly. “Then why are you keep staring at me? Your face told me you’ve something to say.” He said then put his chopsticks down on the table. “Can I really ask?” You asked and averting his eyes. “Go ahead.” He answered coolly.

“W— Why are those people chasing after you?” You asked nervously. “No. I shouldn’t ask this way.” You whisper softly just enough for yourself to hear it. “Why did you know there is a shabby house inside of this big forest?” You asked. From Jaehyun's point of view, you look like a cat filled with curiosity.

“I know here by chance when I was still very young.” He said but he doesn’t look happy. “By chance? In a forest when you were young? How come?” You asked and he stared at you with an unreadable expression. “My parents, they are always arguing. I don’t like it. One day I just ran out and came here randomly.” He said. “I found this place very calm. Hearing the birds singing on the tree with a book in my hands, the feelings is very chilling.” He adds.

You wanted to know what had happened to him in his childhood, but you have no rights to know a stranger’s story. The tension is getting tense so you try to break it. “Let me tell you a story of mine?” You support your chin on your hand and look at him then he nodded.

“My father always went out for fish when I was young, on my path of growing I seldom get to see him. I felt lonely because I only have brothers and my mother have to work as well They like to play around the forest and they won’t bring me along because I’m a girl, they thought I won’t know how to climb tree and many stuff that girl usually won’t do. So, one day after they left the house, I secretly follow behind them.”

“They went to the nearest forest from our house, but when I finally reach the entrance of the forest, they disappeared. I started to feel panic. They are no where to be seen. The forest is as big as a bottomless pit for a four year old little girl, and I know nothing about this forest, it’s my first time here. I cry and scream, calling out their names while messing around the bottomless pit forest. Luckily, they manage to find me before I got eaten by some wild animals.” You chuckle softly.

“And so, I was banned to go to the forest since then. Until when I started follow my grandpa to collect herbs around the forest, only I started to get nearer to the forest, in about 10 years I think. And I like the forest a lot! It reminds me of my grandpa. I miss him a lot.” Your face unconsciously showed a trace of you missing your grandpa.

“You doesn’t looks like a playful girl who would make your families worry about you.” He says and chuckles softly.

BANG!

Suddenly a huge lightning strikes! “Ah!” You covered both your ears quick then quickly hide under the table. You are hugging your knees and shivering while hands still covering your ears tight.

He notice what happened to you after the lightning strikes. “It’s okay, it’s just a thunderstorm.” He get under the table as well and comforting you. He slowly embrace you in his arm, smoothing your back softly, cooling you down. “It’s just thunderstorm.” He keeps repeating.

“No! It’s not just a thunderstorm! It will became a heavy rain after that!” You slightly screaming. “We— We need to leave the forest before it’s starting rain! We need to leave! We need to leave!” You said in panic. “It’s going to rain, we will leave the next morning.” He said while his hands never stop smoothing your back. “No! We need to leave! The rain will cover this shabby house! We will be stuck if we don’t leave now! No! We can’t!” You started crying from the thought of rain covering this house that is just made by wooden. The rain will devour you both of you don’t leave now.

“Why? Why will the rain stuck us in this house?” He sense something abnormalities on you. You resist the rain a lot compared to a normal people. Yes, maybe some people doesn’t likes rain, but. Your actions is too weird, it’s like you have been stuck in somewhere because of rain and it made you staying in fear for the rest of your life. So he deliberately trigger you and make you tell him the real reason why you are scared.

“The— The rain is scary.” You sobbing and clingy against his chest. “Why? Tell me.” He persuading you to tell him. “My— My grandpa dead be— because we were stuck in a hou— house when we come out to co— collect herbs…” You are slightly calmed, but still sobbing. “That’s why you are scared of rain?” He speaks very very softly and caresses your hair. His voice is so charming. His hug is warm, his voice is soft, and he is even trying comfort you.

“Yes…” You said, grabbing his shirt tight.

“Let me tell you a story. You know whenever before the rains pour, there will be thunderstorms right? It’s meaning the gods who rule the earth is fighting against the demon. You know why they fight?” He asked then looking at you. You shook your head because you did not know it. “Because, the gods wants to create a baby for the earth, but the devil oppose it. So they fight, their fight causes thunderstorm.” He stopped then look at me again but then he continued.

“So when the gods win, a baby is born. Raining is a way to express their victory of giving a new life. They are good thing, so don’t be scare if raining anymore. It’s a sign of a new born.” He finished his story and you stopped crying because you are too into listening to his story like a bed time story.

“Is that real?” You asked. The “story” he told was too incredible, you don’t really believe it. “Of course it is.” He answered. You thought he must be thinking you are some kind of little kid who would trust on this kind of “fairytale” but unfortunately you are an adult and you know it’s not real. But still, he warms your heart. Maybe this is what people said “white lie.”

“Your wound!” You never noticed his wound which you wrapped it with your clothes is covered in blood now. “Am I the one who broke your wound? I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You apologies then go get some water to clean his wound. “You sit on the bed first, I’ll go get some water.” You said then head towards the toilet.

You come back with holding a basin full of water. You set it now in front of the bed then kneel down to start cleaning his wound again. You unwrapped the teared shirt which on his wound then cleaning it softly and carefully with a piece of wet handkerchief. “You must be careful with your every single moves now. It recovers and you break it again.” You sighed and tell him.

“Can I know why did you cry so hard for your grandp- ehem the reason that made you afraid of rain.” He take back what he actually wanted to say ‘your grandpa’ but he thought if he says the word ‘grandpa’ might remind you of your grandpa, and he will have to tell another “story” to calm you down.

“He is my favourite among this family. I didn’t mean I don’t like the others, but he is the one who I spent the most time with. Father and mother needs to work, my father work as a fisher so he’s not home often and brothers as I said before they are always gone without me. So I follow my grandpa around, from just following him to the forest to collect herbs until I learn how to heal a patient.”

“One day, we went to the forest as usual. We already heard thunderstorm before we are out of the house but grandpa insisted he wants to go, he said we have umbrella, it’s not big deal just raining. But no, we all lost him in this stupid rain. The rain starts pouring when we just entered the forest. Grandpa holds my hands even tighter than every time he did.” The corners your the mouth rise slightly by thinking of your grandpa holdings your little hand.

“But the rain is getting heavier second by second. Until we can’t really see the road in front of us, very blurry. Because we can’t see clearly, grandpa continued going on with his intuition and the best he know of the forest which we have came over the years. He is too confident. I told him we should go home but he don’t listen to me. We lost our footing, fall off the cliff but I wasn’t falling off the cliff like grandpa did because the let go of my hand before we fall together.” There are tears are escaping from your eyes.

“If it’s not because of me, he won’t fall. Because he wants to save me, that’s why he did not manage to save himself!” You bursted into tears.

“Listen to me. It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. Just a coincidence.” Again he’s comforting you. He smooth your back like how he did just now and it’s feeling very warm, you like the feels. He is someone like your grandpa, brings you warm. He lets you rest your head on his lap and smoothing your back, keeps repeat words which comfort you a lot. It’s been a long time since you relying on someone, you missed the feeling. The last one was your grandpa and you missed him a lot.

Your eyelids felt heavy, you must be tiring from all our crying just now. “Rest if you are tired, leave tomorrow morning. It must be tiring to cry a lot.” He said softly and caresses your head which are still resting on his lap. He carry you to the bed and you sinked into your sleep in just a seconds.

You woke up the next morning. He’s already awake and washing up himself. “Are you leaving too?” You asked.

“No, I will be leaving in days, they must be still looking after me.” He smile and answered. “There are foods here, I probably won’t die for days.” He adds, chuckling. “But your wound…” You are worried about him. “Small matter, I can manage it mysel- ow!” He twisted because he accidentally moved his arm, and his wound are slightly opened.

“I will stay here until your wound are at least considered yes “moveable!” “ You said loudly and powerful, unlike the little girl who cried last night like a pig. “It’s dangerous for you to stay here, go back.” He said. “Then, then…” You are thinking a way to he him. “I’ll leave but I’ll come here everyday to heal you until you are fully recovered.” You say confidently and certainty. “I-“ He open his mouth to speak but, “No more quibbling!” You said domineering. “Alright, I guess I have no to resist.” He smiled.

“I’m— I’m just curious, are you somehow a— a sinser or a thief?” You stuttered. You are sickly wanted to know why are then chasing after him, but he chuckle out loud. “Haha, I’ll tell you if I am or not the next time we meet again.” He teased. “Now, you should go.” He shushed you out the house.

“Hey hey! I haven’t get to know your name tho.” You finally asked what you’ve been wanting ask since the moment you saw him.

“Jaehyun.” He answered. “What I about you? I shouldn't not to know my physician's name right?” He teased again.

“(Y/N). I’m (Y/N).”

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You have been coming continuously for days to fulfil your duty — healing his wound — and you both talked a lot these days. But mostly the topic is surrounding about you, he don’t really talk about him selves a lot.

Today as usual you came here early in the morning. You made him some cakes, you know he doesn’t like sweet in the last few days you've been together. So, you reduced the amount of sugar, hoping he will like it.

You knock on the door before you entered the house. When you open the door, the door makes a creak sound. It’s a total dark inside, he’s not here. Did he went out?

You lighten up the candle then sit at the corner of the bed waiting for him. You saw a piece of paper on the table when you are looking around. You get up from the bed then went to the table.

I have some urgent stuff to deal with, will be right back very soon. Wait for me

- Jaehyun

Was what he wrote on the piece of paper.

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“I said I won’t marry Elisiah!” Jaehyun shouted loudly in the hall.

“You are not able to decide your marriage ever since you were born as a royalty!” The king shouted from his throne.

“I am not your puppet! I have rights to decide my own life!” Jaehyun refute.

“If you resist to marry Princess Elisiah of Arvenus, then leave this royal family, live as a civilian, get rid off the name Prince Yoonoh!” The king said angrily, hand clenched into a fist.

“I don’t need this name!” Jaehyun said aggressively then heading out the hall.

“Once you stopped out this door, I won't show a single mercy to her.” The king smirked. “You know who am I talking about, Jay.” Jaehyun can hear the king’s tone with a hint of he has already won, even it’s not even stared yet.

“What did you do to her!” Jaehyun run towards the king. “I did nothing. But if you didn’t want to see her head hanging high up at the middle of the capital, listen to me. Be my good boy.” The king chuckle sarcastically. “You old treacherous man!” Jaehyun hold his urge to hit him on his face hardly.

“Engagement will be on the day after tomorrow. Clear up your mind and get ready to marry the Princess of Arvenus.” The king said then returned to his chamber, leaving Jaehyun alone in the hall.

He is worried about you but he couldn’t go look for you. If the king knows the both of you will be in danger.

The king — the father of Jaehyun — is an extremely cruel man. Years ago, in order to sit on this throne, he did not hesitate to kill his own brother. Arvenus is a country which is very powerful but not as powerfully as Jeong Empire is but still if they combined. It will be a big disaster to the world. Not only that, they have various types in weapons, so it’s even a bigger advantage to King Jeong.

And this time, in order to gain more power he wants Jaehyun to marry the Princess of Arvenus. So the King of Arvenus will join and help him in war, and he will get the world as he had planned. Jaehyun have no choice now, he could just follow as the king’s plan if he wants to keep you safe.

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Half day passed since you are waiting for Jaehyun at the house, but he did not show up as what he said on the paper that he will be back soon. “Why isn’t him coming back…” You mumble to yourself. ‘Maybe there may be something happened that causes him to be late here.’ You thought. ‘Just wait for him a while, he will be here soon.” You smile and tell yourself.

So, you waited, another 1 hour passed, 2 hour, 3 hour… until you dozed off. You woke up and it’s already night time, but he’s still not here yet. ‘Did something bad happened?’ You started to get worried. No, you have to look for him. But where can you find him?

Now think of it, you don’t know where his house were at, except for this shabby house. How if he came but you went out to look for him? You should continue wait for him here until he came. Yes, just wait.

2 days have passed, he still did not show up. It’s very unusual the would be taking so 2 days to come back. You couldn’t just sit and wait for him to come back. He never answered you if he was a sinser, something must happened! What if he get caught! You pack your belongings you brought here with you then rush to the capital to see if something happened.

“Hey! (Y/N)!” your best friend agn your neighbour since you were born suddenly pop up from no where while you were running in the market to the notice board.

The notice board is at the end of this market. The notice board will be pinning any newest updated news and criminals wanted. “Hey, Anne.” You answered perfunctory and still keep running to the notice board.

Not here, not here also, not even here also. There’s no picture of him or his name wrote on it. Phew! Immediately you are relieved. But something caught your attention.

“Engagement of Prince Yoonoh with Princess Elisiah of Arvenus.” The prince is getting engage and the palace will be open for everyone to join the engagement today. Oh, there’s a sketch of Prince Yoonoh and the Princess the Prince is marrying.

THROB! THROB!

A tear escaped from your eyes. No! It’s not him. Just someone who looks like him. No! It won’t be! He is a sinser. He is not a prince. No… It’s not… Let— Let’s go home and and wait for him… Go home… Go home…

“(Y/N)!” Anne is panting, probably running all the way here to see why am I in such a rush. “What happened? Why did you cry?” She asked. She wipes the tears on your cheek. “What happened?” She asked again. “No— Nothing.” She said then wipe your tears with the back of your hand.

“Then it’s fine. Oh! Did you saw this? The prince is getting engaged! We can visit the palace! Let’s go together! Let’s go!” She said happily and jumping running around.

“I— I.” You stuttering. You don’t really want to go, what if he was really the prince, then he’s going to marry the Princess. Was it always been your wishful thinking?

“The days you disappeared, I heard a lot of story about the Prince. They said that the Prince and the Princess are engaged since childhood, but the Princess is yet an adult so that’s the reason why they get engaged only until now. Ha, I hope to see how the Prince look like! He must be handsome!” Anne holding her face with both hands and smiling.

“Let’s go, let’s go! It’s starting soon!” Anne excitedly said,never wait for your answer and she’s already dragging you to the palace at the capital city. It’s not very far from here but took at least 10 minutes.

“(Y/N), it’s should be happy that our prince is getting marry soon~ You shouldn’t be looking so upset when you enter the palace.” Anne said, kinda like half singing half talking. You forced yourself to smile abit.

On the way to the palace Anne is super excited, she always wanted to visit the big palace and now she got her chance to visit but you aren’t very happy with the reason why you would be able to visit.

“This way please.” The servant at the entrance of the palace is guiding the visitors to the main hall. “You can have some food here, the ceremony is starting soon.” The servant smiled then bow before she leave. “Wow! It’s huge!” Anne is amazed by how big the palace is. “There is some portraits of the royalty!” Anne said, slapping on your arm then pulls you along with him to see those portraits.

“This must be the crown prince, it looks exactly same as the one on the notice board.” Anne said. He does looks like, but you don't want to believe it! “The King and crown prince is here!” The butler announced and the door is opened.

“Your Majesty!” Everyone kneels down.

“You may all get up.” The king said. This is the moment you are most afraid of, you will be able to know the answer if you look up. You are afraid, you doesn’t want to face the reality. You struggled with your inner heart and finally, you get up.

It was Jaehyun.

He was the prince Yoonoh. Your soul seems to have left you for a moment.

“I am thankful for all of you coming to attend my beloved son’s engagement ceremony.“ The king sat on his throne and Jaehyun sitting on the right side. “I have been waiting for this moment, so am Yoonoh. He have been waiting for the Princess of Arvenus to come of age. The day after the princess’s birthday is over, he is so eager to ask me let him marry her.” The king laughing happily.

So until the end, you were fooled by him? He already has someone he likes and even always wanted to marry her, so why is he being so good to you? Why did he comfort you when you are crying for just a thunderstorm?

You are madly in love with him that you don’t even realized until now. Yes, you are absolutely madly in love with him that why didn’t want to let him go!

After the king given speech, everyone continues eating the food served. “I hope you like it.” The king is walking around and asking whether they like the food or not and you heard him asking the one beside of you. Of course, Jaehyun is with him.

Finally, Jaehyun notice you were here when you are staring at the king. When you saw Jaehyun look at you, you quickly turned away. You ran out the hall and Jaehyun chases after you. You already saw him, you know his existence here!

“(Y/N)!” He calling your name when you ran towards the back garden that’s no one here so he called you. “(Y/N)!” He caught you, he is holding your wrist. “(Y/N) it’s not like that, listen to me!” Jaehyun eager to explain. You tried to get rid of his hand but he is too strong.

“Jaeh- Your Majesty, please let go off me.” You are twisting your hand to get rid of him. “(Y/N)! Listen to me first.” He tugged you into his embrace. “Listen to me…” He hug you tight and said. “I don’t want to listen to you anymore! You liar!” You push his chest to get off him.

“It’s not like that, (Y/N)!” Jaehyun surround his arm even tighter around you. “I don’t listen!” You cried and struggling. “(Y/N) I am-“ he was halfway through speaking and suddenly someone walked in this direction. Jaehyun quickly let go of you because it was the king’s knights. They must be coming here to look for him.

“Your Majesty, the king is asking you to go back the hall. And he warned you, he won’t give a single mercy.” Jaehyun once again got warning from the king. “Alright.” Jaehyun have no choice but follow the knights back to the hall. At least you had hide behind some brush so they did not saw you, or else things will get more serious.

The day ended with you did not get an explanation from Jaehyun and didn’t get a chance to explain. Who knows it then became forever.

An unexplained accident. A Jaehyun in your mind a person who played with your feelings. You were not lovers and no one could explain this relationship. It became a mystery between you both.

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2002

The boy is passing by the park by chance when he’s on his way home from the convenient store and he saw a little girl sitting in the sand pool, dressed up in a green sundress.

“Give me back my doll.” You are crying and sitting in the sand pool in the park as a few boys that is one year older than you are bullying you by snatching away your doll from you.

You are 4 this year and your parents decided to send you to kindergarten. In fact, it’s a little bit too early to send a 4 years old to kindergarten, most parents send their children to kindergarten when they are 5 years old.

“Bleh Bleh Bleh.” The boy sticked his tongue out then running around with him holding your doll high in his hand. “Give it back to me.” You are chasing after him, trying to get back your doll, but he is a lot much faster. You blubbering and rubbing your eyes.

“(Y/N) is a crybaby, crybaby.” The boys laughing out loud at you and still running around the park.

The boys are 1 year older than you and they are your kindergarten mates but they always bully and laugh at you because you are a year younger than them. You accident tripped yourself and fall on the rough ground. Your knees bleed from the fall. They never stop and even laughing at you more and then they continue running around the park with your doll in their hand.

Right at this time, a boy seem to be same age as them come out from no where. “Are you okay?” The boy asked and then check on your knee. “They… they took my doll.” You cried, your tears and snot flow all over your face.

He his handkerchief out from his pocket and wipe your tears and snot off your face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get it back for you and promise me not to cry anymore?” The boy said and patted your head. You immediately stopped crying. You see him talking with the boys who bullied you just now and just a while, he’s coming back with your doll in his hand.

“Here.” He hand you your doll.

“My doll.” You say excitedly and hugging your doll happily. “You have to treat the wound first or your wound will get infected and you’ll not be pretty anymore.” The boy intimidates you. You immediately felt a sense of déjà vu from his words, as if you had heard them somewhere else before. “I don’t want to be ugly.” You are frightened by his words and started crying again. He didn't know you would be frightened by his words. He was caught off guard. “So you have to treat it fast.” The boy quickly made up.

“Can you walk?” He adds. You shake your head, you actually can but you hope be carried by someone. He turns his back on you. “I’ll carry you then.” You nod and climb onto his back and he carry you back his home.

He set you down on the couch then he run towards upstairs. He came down with a box of first aid kid in his hands. He sit down next to you and place your leg on his lap. He disinfects your wound with acriflavine first. “May be a little pain.” He said. Then he clean your wound before placing a sterile bandage on it.

“Done.”

“Can I know your name? My name is (Y/N)!” You are beaming widely that he can see your white teeth.

“I’m Jaehyun.”

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[yes-these-obsessions-are-healthy]

Sapphira is an ally that hijacks the social justice causes to serve her own ends because she was victimized for being *associated* with activism, rather than *being* the original target of oppression, and I think that’s such an interesting character makeup.

Miriam was an actual slave that endured years of abuse along with her brother, never having a choice in her life until she ran away. All her life she lived with the pain and regret and hatred of the woman who raised her and the “!brother” that did nothing to stop the abuse, and yet the only people she holds that explicit hatred for are slave masters, especially hers. She doesn’t seem to hold any great outward animosity for Tevinters whether they’re magical or not, nor mages in general like Fenris did when you first meet him in DA2. She has had years and years of trauma on her shoulders by virtue of being born, but she learned to focus her hatred on only a few targets instead of letting it consume her.

Sapphira witnessed her parents’ deaths firsthand by Venatori in a public lynching by fire because they were vocal in their dissent of Venatori and (I’m assuming) for being abolitionists. They were not the original intended victims of Venatori for who they were (Miriam and Neb for being elves) but by their actions, and these are two vastly different reasons.

It cannot be said that the end result for Sapphira and Miriam —death of loved ones and trauma at the hands of Tevinter—are equal, because the reason for why they were respectively targeted matters very much in this context. Being targeted as an abolitionist when you are part of a privileged group (human mage) is not the same as being born an elf in slavery in Tevinter. One allows you freedoms so long as you toe the line, the other has a your freedoms snatched away the moment you’re born.

Sapphira wants the Circulum because she wants revenge. A part of her may think she cares about slavery in Tevinter, but that’s a lie she tells herself in order to keep going. What she really wants is vengeance for her parents being murdered, and she was willing to sell Miriam back into slavery, even “temporarily”, just to get one step closer to achieving her dream of seeing Tevinter burn.

Miriam is never consulted on this dream of Sapphira’s, of marching an army on Tevinter and burning it all to the ground. She doesn’t want justice, she wants her nation turned to ash for it. Sapphira has a right to feel lost and angry, but why is her grief worth sacrificing the life and love of Miriam for?

Sapphira said to Miriam that people don’t change the world because people like Miriam don’t try, but if “trying” means selling a slave back into slavery without their consent, i.e. not being in on the plan to do a fake exchange and them get them out of their bonds right away, or so Sapphira claimed..

I’m sorry, but that is too big a sacrifice for me to ignore, especially since Miriam has the greatest cause for grievance between the two of them, but even she doesn’t want all of Tevinter burned to the ground. Sapphira is just hella selfish and has lost sight of what really matters, which are the actual elves.

If a full scale invasion did occur, I can’t imagine the magisters wouldn’t have a slave army, so then you’re just killing those you’re trying to liberate, and that doesn’t feel good..

I’m not saying Sapphira should do nothing, but formal military invasion is not the answer. Change from within OR sabotage from within is the only way to stop it and to make sure it stays stopped. I would even go so far as to say that civil war or harsher enforcement of anti-Venatori legislation is the only remedy for it, not full-scale foreign invasion.

I am 100% for slave revolt, for guerrilla war, for political maneuvering, even for secret foreign support of those trying to change Tevinter, but I don’t support Sapphira’s “Burn it all down” mentality, because she means EVERYONE, even those who condemn the Venatori, even those who might be fighting to oust them from the inner rings of the political sphere into the shadows of obscurity. She doesn’t care.

It’s just silly that she thought the Inquisition would think of challenging Tevinter after the Breach. She was stupid to think so, I’ll just say it. That was never in the Inquisition’s plans, nor was it ever written anywhere that they would ever upscale to outright challenging an empire as large as Tevinter after sealing the Breach. Girl, what planet are you living on?

[lovecharged]

muses i have muse for (cannot imagine why) under the cut, like this if you'd be interested in me making a starter for you from one of them (taken from your plots)

damian riggin | david tennant fc. fifty three. cis man. he / him. bisexual. paramedic. hard-working, caring and self-sufficent. the youngest of three brothers, and the black sheep of his family. practically raised himself and his nieces and nephews, will take anyone under his wing if they look like they need it. he's soft, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a bite, or pack a punch. loves with every inch of his tall, skinny soul. has a tendency to run when things get too real, because he's used to disappointment.

stanley butler | michael sheen fc. fifty one. cis man. he / him. bisexual. former gang member / criminal lawyer. born to a family that did not hide the fact that to do well in life, you have to work harder -- or work smarter. the man can't remember the last time he didn't have a job. whether it was selling sweeties at school, to becoming an advisor to a kingpin gang leader....he's really done it all. hardly workshy, in fact lives to work. has flings galore but has yet to meet the one. or maybe he has and he's pretending otherwise. has a daughter he knows nothing about. will do everything he can to help someone in need. hates authority. hates the police. is intelligent and spiteful. very good with his hands.

robin sawyer | nicholas galitzine fc. twenty six. cis man. he / him. bisexual. youtuber / aspiring screenwriter @ silly boys studios. a dreamer who lives vicariously through the scripts (and secret novels) he writes. the quietest of the little group he works with and often works on his own. dreams of an epic love, but doubts it'll ever happen for him. shy and struggles to stand up for himself, but luckily he has his older brother looking out for him there. fact is, despite his hunger for real, true love...it honestly terrifies him. ask him on a date and he's likely to run a mile. dreams of writing a movie or a tv show one day, whether it be based on one of his novels, or something else entirely.

zayn delgado | taylor zakhar perez fc. thirty. cis man. he / him. bisexual. tiktok content creator / twitch streamer. he's a man who goes for what he wants and takes it with both hands. has dreams of being a comedian, or an actor or something, anything that'll get him out there living and not just surviving. a flirt and good at it, and will do anything he can to not be entirely alone with his own thoughts. loves with his whole heart. is better and one night stands. really wants to make something of himself and he's willing to put the work in to see it through.

quincy dupont | mike faist fc. twenty seven. cis man. he / him. bisexual. socialite + boxer. rich, clueless and suffering from middle child syndrome. loves to be physical and that's how he got into boxing. he doesn't necessarily have to do it, he doesn't necessarily have to work at all -- but he enjoys it, much to his parents and siblings chagrin. proper himbo with full on himbo energy. says silly things daily, someone should write a book about it. lives every day like it could be his last, takes risks so it's always more likely to be his last, too. the kid who was always covered in mud and climbing up trees, even if his parents always had him in gucci.

[jamesxreyes]

[peter gadiot — thirty-nine — he/him] Introducing  JAMES REYES . Word on the street is they are a DETECTIVE and member of CORTÀZAR CARTEL for the past TEN YEARS . Though they are RUTHLESS and STUBBORN , they can also be PATIENT and LOYAL . In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in

— BASICS

Name: James Reyes Age / D.O.B.: 39 / October 27th Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cismale, he/him & pansexual Hometown: Mexico, Puerta Vallarta Affiliation: Cortàzar cartel Job position: Detective Education: Bachelor in Criminal Justice Relationship status: Single Children: none Positive traits: cunning, adaptive, patient, outspoken, loyal Negative traits: chaotic, ruthless, stubborn, impulsive, aggressive

— BIOGRAPHY

BIO  - tw mentions of abandonment

Born in Puerta Vallarta, Mexico, James grew up not in the best of living conditions, he didn’t come from a family of wealth. Though he was raised in a beautiful part of Mexico, he was seen as someone who wouldn’t go far in life. James worked his way through school, by any means, whether it was cleaning cars, or selling homecooked meals to get his family through. He did it. At a young age, he had dreams. He wanted to be a doctor, in medicine, something to help people. it was in his nature to care, and to help others even if he had no connection to them. He had a sister and brother and that was his family. As he got older, expectations grew higher, a lot of pressure to be the one to take care of his family, when it should have been the other way around.

One day after coming home from school, he found his home empty, with no note, no trace of his family ever being there. He was simply left. alone. His house was foreclosed and kicked out, and he had to make way with his life. He had to be the one to survive, to help his siblings become something much better than his parents. He entered the world of crime, at first it was money laundering, he had connections to others, and made sure he knew the people of his town. This led him to gather access to money, and money bought lots of things. He easily found out that in this world, kindness would not take you far, the world doesn't give a shit if you survived, just as long as you continue to do so. by any means.

His siblings would question where the money would come from. James of course would have some excuse, anything that would lead his siblings away from what he truly did. Maybe they noticed he wasn't the same person anymore, he was darker, angrier , and secretive. However, he made a name for himself in his small town. Word the traveled fast about his accomplishment , and suddenly he got the attention of the cartel.

anyone who knew the people of Mexico heard of the cartel, and you either live in the streets or sell your soul to them. James knew that they would change his life, his siblings, on the other hand, had no clue. This family felt right, as much as he saw death, and wars to gain control. it was all he knew. He wanted to make himself of use, so he joined. Boy oh boy was it hell. If you cannot do what is asked, you die. His trials, blood, sweat, and tears cost him. He proved his worth and eventually went to school for criminal justice. You have to blend, and be a wolf in sheep's clothing to gain information on the inside. This led him to New York, where he joined to become a detective. to aid his fellow cartel members to power.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

The Reyes Family - James is the eldest, followed by his younger brother and baby sister. He made a name for himself in the cartel that his siblings wouldn't dare question. Each grew up either part of the cartel or far away from it. Family is family if they need one another, they have one another. (inspo of the mikaelsons) In passing - there is tension between the two of you, you may have seen one another over time. perhaps his energy had rubbed you the wrong way, or you can't put your finger on why something about him boils your blood. Mi mejor amigo - James's best friend, a part of the cartel or he had known him before joining. ride or die, and they go through thick and thin for one another. One is ruthless (James), and the other is the calm before the storm. put the two of them together and you get in trouble. Lady in red - your muse has spent countless nights with him, nothing serious. maybe you both let out steam from time to time. be careful now not to catch feelings, he'll make use of you until you no longer satisfy him. You can trust me - fellow detectives, he is under the radar, a brethren, someone you can rely on. he has proved his worth in the field, but perhaps he's too good at his job, and your suspicions grow.

PERSONALITY

James is the type of person who will do what is necessary and not bat an eye. He has become conditioned to kill so that it doesn't even cross his mind how wrong it is. a bit of a temper that at times when he gets too intense in his work, he does not stop. Gathering information on missions, and crime scenes, he shares it all with the cartel. He will always look out for himself and for the family.

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The 1 Of The Most Iconic & Legendary Black American 👩🏿🤎🖤 Female Singer / Actress Of All Times 🎶

Diana Ross was born in Detroit, Michigan, on March 26, 1944. She was the second of six children born to Ernestine (née Moten; January 27, 1916 – October 9, 1984) and Fred Ross Sr. (July 4, 1920 – November 21, 2007). Her mother named her Diane, but the birth certificate was mistakenly filled out with the name Diana. Her family and Detroit friends called her Diane all her life. Ross grew up with two sisters (Barbara and Rita) and three brothers: Arthur; Fred Jr.; and Wilbert, also known as Chico. Ross was raised Baptist.

She is an American singer and actress. She was the lead singer of the vocal group The Supremes, who became Motown's most successful act during the 1960s and one of the world's best-selling girl groups of all time. They remain the best-charting female group in history, with a total of twelve number-one hit singles on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100, including "Where Did Our Love Go", "Baby Love", "Come See About Me", "Stop! In the Name of Love", and "Love Child".

Following her departure from the Supremes in 1970, Ross embarked on a successful solo music career with the release of her eponymous debut solo album and its singles, "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" – her first solo U.S. number-one hit – and "Reach Out and Touch (Somebody's Hand)". Her second solo album, Everything Is Everything (1970), spawned her first UK number-one single "I'm Still Waiting". Ross continued her successful solo career by mounting elaborate record-setting worldwide concert tours, starring in highly watched primetime TV specials, and releasing hit albums, such as Touch Me in the Morning (1973), Mahogany (1975), Diana Ross (1976), and Diana (1980), as well as their number-one hit singles – "Touch Me in the Morning", "Theme from Mahogany (Do You Know Where You're Going To)", "Love Hangover", and "Upside Down", respectively. "Endless Love", a 1981 duet with Lionel Richie, made her the female solo act with the most number-one songs in the United States at the time. Her commercial success continued throughout the '80s and '90s with global hits, including "I'm Coming Out", "Why Do Fools Fall in Love", "All of You", "Chain Reaction", "If We Hold on Together" and "When You Tell Me That You Love Me".

 In 1988, Ross was inducted to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Supremes, and is one of the rare performers to have two stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. She was the recipient of a Special Tony Award in 1977, the Kennedy Center Honors in 2007, the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 2012 and 2023 (becoming the first woman to win the award twice, the latter as a member of The Supremes), and the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2016.

PLEASE WISH THIS LEGENDARY ICON IN MUSIC 🎶 & MOVIES 🎥 OF THE 1960S, 70'S 80'S & 90'S A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU ALL KNOW HER & IF YOU DONT.  LOOK HER UP OR TALK TO YOUR PARENTS

HER MUSIC 🎶 HAS STANDING THE TEST OF TIME & WILL CONTINUE ON FOR GENERATIONS TO COME

& HER LEGACY IS NOT EASING ON UP ANYTIME SOON

THE 1

& ONLY

MS. DIANA ROSS 👩🏿🖤🤎 OF THE SUPREMES

HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MS. ROSS 👩🏿🖤🤎& HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

 

#DianaRoss #DianaRossandTheSupremes #Motown #Legend

[yeoubye]

ANCIENT Femme Fatale — Vivian Durand

“Seductive eyes she'll keep you close.”

DETAILS.

This is set within the 1960s of Paris, France. This is supposed to have a noir-esque feel to it.

She was vaguely inspired by a song called Cravin’ by Stileto. Here are a few verses she was based off of.

Intoxicated can't recover

Seductive eyes I'll keep you close

Put your hand on my hips

Pull through your wrists

Pressed to these lips

Kiss I won't tell

BACKGROUND.

TW: Prostitution

Vivian was born alongside her twin brother, Vincent, during the middle of the Cold War. They were raised in America despite their heritage being French. It was a difficult time during then and the height of it all, her family only knew about famine. Vivian often had to go through torment just to get by, even going as far as to sell her body alongside her poor mother. Due to the famine, those that felt it worse had to resort to stealing from the wealthy. Vivian's family was the victim of this, as her mother and father had no choice but to put their lives on the lines for their children. This caused Vivian's parents to eventually lose their lives to a breadwinner's hunting dogs.

Vivian had very few options in her own life afterwards. She had few to rely on other than Vincent, as she grew more untrustworthy in others' humility. She has sold herself time and time again to men that she grew numb to life, unable to part ways due to the money she'd garner from it. In a last ditch effort, Vivian used up all her savings to move to France in the hopes that she'll never see her past in America ever again. Her own brother would stay in America, in which they'd write to each other often during the days.

During her time in France, she grew tireless in the ways she'd make money. It wasn't until a good friend of hers, Andy, introduced her to the risque life of art thievery. If she did well, she'd make millions—if not more. The idea of living in luxury was handed to her on a silver platter, making the act of thievery all the more attractive.

SYPNOSIS.

After a string of art thefts were publicized to the people of Paris, art galas have been made more aware than ever. Vivian is one of those many art thieves that pose as an art dealer at these extravagant events. She, too, is on edge about getting found out—especially considering they'd easily punish her for her many wrongdoings. You, on the other hand, is an undercover agent at one of these recent art galas after being informed that art thievery will happen tonight. You had already got a hint that Vivian is not who she seems to be and decides to go over, posing as an art enthusiast in the hopes she will show her true colors.

GREETING.

In the heart of Paris, the resplendent art gala buzzes with life as attendees gather for its grand reopening. Amidst the lively chaos, Vivian, adorned in a stunning gown, captivates the room, charming elite guests. A cunning art dealer, she has a penchant for seducing both high-society women and influential men to pilfer priceless paintings.

Unbeknownst to Vivian, you, attending undercover, recognized her signature methods from recent art thefts plaguing the scene. Your superiors had cautioned you about these reported individuals, given your history of rookie mistakes. Yet, you're intrigued by the challenge of capturing this elusive thief.

Before long, you stuck up a conversation with Vivian, posing as an art enthusiast. "Why come to me about artwork when there are plenty of experts around?" She mused knowingly, gesturing toward the sea of suited men in the room.

RESPONSE EX.

Her hand remained over her mouth, hiding the beautiful smile—possibly out of self-consciousness. Vivian could see the hue of red adorn the tips of her ears once she heard the sincerity. "I'm sure I can take one or two of them." Her hand fell, a small smile gracing her lips. Her gaze flickered towards Vivian, "may I address you more personally, Vivian?"

Vivian's smile turned subtle as she took notice of your embarrassment. She felt a strange thrill stirring inside her — was this your achilles heel? Your weakness? She tried not to let the feeling control her, keeping her cool and collected on the outside. Yet, something about you intrigued her on a level she couldn't explain.

"Of course... User." She replied back. As she uttered your name, it was done in an overtly seductive tone, almost as if an unspoken promise was behind it.

[dufferpuffer]

headcanon: Remus likes muggle music - (in the form of a story…?)

Music is a simple joy, one even magical folk partake in - but not in the same way Muggles do. Even the most famous modern wizarding artists are copying the genre and styles lead by Muggles… for when there is so much magic to study, magical folk rarely have time for instruments or song.

Music is what you enchant instruments to play for you to show off your magical prowess - not to callous your own fingertips on. The proudest wizards and witches are the ones whose hands remain soft their entire lives - who can use their magic for everything…

It wasn't until Lyall met Hope that he truly begun to understand the appeal of music. The simple beauty of song, the joy of putting a record on and taking his wife's hand to dance…

Her teenage years had been set to the smooth, American voices of Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, Ray Charles - Frank Sinatra… people who could jive, whose voices carried internationally in ways magical people so rarely did.

It had a sparked an interest in Lyall, who happily spent his money before their son was born on a high quality radio/record player so he - and his growing family - could listen to the tunes and the drama's of the Muggle world he had fallen in love with.

He found the late-night horror shows most engaging, staying up even as his wife and young child had long gone to bed to wake them up with his laughter at what Muggles considered frightening… and found himself fully engaged with ongoing murder mysteries, pondering them even as he worked.

The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Supremes, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan - the house ALWAYS had music playing on that radio. Remus grew up not knowing true silence… and was happier for it. When the bite happened, music went from a constant presence in his life to a true joy.

As he lay in bed recovering from his injuries it was all his parents could do to stop crying: drown the noise with the radio. As they moved house over and over, the one precious possession they never sold was the radio. No matter how tight money got, they could not sell a member of the family… especially not one that kept Remus company.

On Full Moons sometimes music would send Remus into a rage of over-stimulation - and sometimes it would calm him. He would stop banging his weight against the door and scratching the paint off the rental-property basement/attic walls… and just listen.

Whenever Lyall got a little money to spare, he would brighten his son's life by buying him records - so he could listen to his favourite songs whenever he liked! He wasn't allowed to have friends… but he could at least have this.

As his mother's frail muggle body grew weaker from the stress of raising him, Remus could still listen to music with her - they had all her favorites on records - and even when she was bedridden and a young Remus did most of the chores he would come to her bedside and sing along with her, let her stroke his hair…

Starting Hogwarts was a lifesaver for his family. When Remus went away, they could actually stay in the same place for the year - Lyall could work hard and keep money not for their next move, but for their own survival and comfort. When Remus made some friends, for the very first time… they were both purebloods, and he had something to share with them: Music.

Sirius, disillusioned with pureblood life, fell in love with Muggle culture and deeply with music. James was less enthusiastic, but just happy to share something with his friends - happy to fund their obsession.

Sirius fell in love with Back Sabbath, Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, King Crimson - music so unlike anything he had heard from the Wizarding world, experimental and electronic… and even if it wasn't so much Remus' thing, who preferred rock and pop resembling that of what he grew up with in the 60s - They BOTH fell deeply in love with Queen and David Bowie. One summer James even paid the four of them to go see them live, which was an interesting event of Peter and Remus having to shepherd two Wizards through a muggle event.

At his mothers death… Remus listened to her favourite songs in his dorm room. The music covered the sound of his sobbing, just as his parents had done for him when they cried over his condition.

When the 80s came around, and every one of his friends disappeared… he once again leaned on music to be his only companion. He lacked much money, but one of the things he bought himself was a walkman - and fell in love with cassettes. They were easy to store and carry, you could stack them and slip them into even a small enchanted pouch - and as he was often homeless he would wander streets and sleep on trains listening to songs new and old…

By the 90s he had fallen off of modern music, and mainly leaned on his favourites. The death of Freddy hit him hard.

He was never good at music himself. His fingers too frequently broken and scarred to have much dexterity, his voice ruined from nights of howling and snarling to sing… but he was always, ALWAYS humming something. He was always walking or moving with some sort of invisible rhythm to some song playing in his head.

One of the first ways he bonded with Sirius when he broke out of Azkaban, a way he lightened his heart, was share his entire cassette collection with him. Let him listen to the music he missed - and revisit the favorites he hadn't heard for 12 years.

When Remus started to live at the Burrow, it was something he could share with them, too - he helped Arthur fix an old record player/radio he had in the shed with much excitement. It was so similar to the type he grew up with! - and even when times were particularly bleak the Burrow, his new family, was always filled with music.

No matter how rough his voice was, Tonks thought his singing was beautiful and wanted to hear it all the time… if he was singing, it meant he was happy - and it meant he was still there. The twins did not appreciate it and never let him forget it - even teasingly thanking the loss of an ear to save them from his 'wolfish wailing'.

Perhaps the single strangest thing about his body was the lack of humming, of tapping, of swaying and bobbing his head. Remus had grown up not knowing true silence, after all… but now he was still.

[onlinecorvus]

My OC, Fos Phospo, overlord of real estate in the pride ring.

!! TW: Cults, White phosphorus !!

Originally named Raymond, he was born in 1930s America, a richer part of Mississippi to an upper-class family that raised him well. Raymond was doted on heavily by his parents, older brother, and baby sister. They taught him the principles of being a good man, being kind, respecting women, etc. Which only made his parents wonder what they did wrong by raising their baby boy. 

Fos always had an obsession with power, taking any chance he’d get to blackmail his siblings to do what he wanted. Other than his siblings, he was friendly to everyone else. He was the popular kid in school, people did his homework for him, not that he couldn’t do it, it was because he didn’t care to do it. One thing he was good at was chemistry, enjoying making all sorts of compounds and acids.

He had become a salesman and later, a real estate agent, being able to find the right people to persuade into buying less-than-satisfactory properties. Fos also had a hobby of luring homeless people into his home, not before isolating them from the rest of their contact before killing them via locking them in a special room in his mansion and using white phosphorus to burn them alive until they were nothing but ashes, reveling in the muffled screams as they banged on the walls, too much that the outer walls of his house were soundproofed. Later on, he found it harder to commit his serial murder, stopping for a while. 

Ages ago, when the overlord status was just being established, an overlord and a Goetia demon had made the grimoire for future use. Many sought after this grimoire, the overlord being kidnapped and held by the other overlords for decades until the exterminations started. When the extermination started, he was thrown to the angels and killed. The Goetia demon fled to the human world to hide from the other overlords to keep them from learning information in the book. In the human world, the grimoire would be utterly useless except for one ritual, a binding ritual, doing the equivalent of selling your soul to the one who started the ritual. This book would be locked away in a cave with a spell protecting it. Overtime, this spell lost its effect, letting an explorer find the grimoire, which led to it being sold in an auction

Fos bought it on a whim. 

Fos had only gotten richer with the passing of his parents. He had a lot of money, not thinking much of it until he forgot to pay the electric bill and his house was out of power for a day and he resorted to reading books to satiate his boredom. Before he read the grimoire and used it he completely disregarded the existence of God, being a solid atheist.

Then he started to read the grimoire, practising the rituals and eventually adapting the book into a more “holy” version which was a very filtered version of the original. Using his newfound knowledge, he moved on to making a cult when he turned 30. At first, it started small, recruiting people he made to be friends and instilling an idea in their minds to slowly manipulate them and sell them on the idea that he is an angel sent from god. Later on, as the cult grew, he would perform the soul-binding ritual on all of his followers as a kind of baptism and indoctrination. The first ritual he performed killed his chances of heaven and his physical age in hell represents that even if he died at 47

The reason why this worked so well, was because the magic was real and something you could see, leading to people who were in the cult and “baptised” going to people they knew and bringing them to the next ritual which resulted in a cycle of people getting indoctrinated. Raymond would always perform these rituals, eventually learning how to perform a ritual where another person could perform it and they would still bind their souls to him. Though the going ons of the cult were still hidden from the vast majority, he only brought in suitable victims of the cult, not wanting too much attention.

Knowing that if any of his followers died and found themselves in hell they would probably attack him once they found him so he told them “I am the true messiah and the one the deceived call Jesus was the devil in disguise. He may have spoken truths, but I am the one you truly must follow,”. 

This wasn’t everything in the cult. Raymond would force the followers in the cult to be polyamorous, sleeping with any of the cult members who were of the age cult members and lighting up people who disobeyed him with white phosphorus, these murders were kept highly secret.

The constant rituals came at a cost, he slowly grew mad with each soul that was bound to him, and it affected his body, he may have been 47 by the time (1977) he died, but the insane amount of rituals caused him to age quicker, making him have a heart attack, but this wasn’t the thing that killed him, no he died by falling into the pit he used to burn the people he didn’t like with a glass container of white phosphorus. His followers watched in horror as he burned until every bit of his body was gone, eaten by the flames he used to burn others.

His presence in hell started as a boom, appearing in hell and hitting the ground as a glowing white ball of fire before he fully formed his form into a humanoid shape. Most of his followers were in hell due to their bind, Fos owning their souls if they weren’t killed by exterminators. Many made their place in hell and generally stuck together. Fos had his cult members go around hell after extermination, fighting for land and forcing them to do things that they never would have wanted, the view of him being a holy figure slowly and slowly being lost each time they were forced to kill, older members having lost hope.

I do have more info on him, but I'll show that off another time.

Absolute dirtbag

Inspo: Saul Goodman (Saul Goodman/ breaking bad), Reigen Arataka (mob psycho 100)

bonus: Fos's old design which I turned into one of the later members of his cult since he looked too basic. Flicker, the auditor. I also have a lot of info on him, but like Fos, I'll share that at a later date too.

inspo for him: The auditor (madness combat)