#chapter 07

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The cover illustration for what would have been Chapter 7. Both frames are composed of a single string!

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

Masterpost.

- Sunday Night -

At the Mukami Garden.

Azusa and Christine were walking in the manor’s garden together. After breakfast, Azusa told Christine he wanted to go for a walk with her.

Christine: “I think I’ll be spending a lot of time here in the garden this summer. It’s so peaceful.”

Azusa: “Do you... mind if... I join you...?”

Christine: “I don't mind. I actually would like that.”

(I mean it. I don't know why but I'm getting used to him…)

Azusa: “Look...! There are roses… over there...!”

As they walk closer to the roses Christine caresses gently one of the red roses petals.

Christine: “Estas rosas son muy hermosas.”

Azusa stares at her with confusion on his face.

Azusa: “Rose… did you just speak… in Spanish…?”

Christine: “Yes, I said, “these roses are very beautiful.”

He smiles and runs his fingers through her long blonde hair.

Azusa: “Among all the flowers… You are… the most beautiful… rose… I have ever seen…”

Christine: (I can feel my cheeks flushed…)

Azusa: ”Your expression is really cute… Fufu… Rose… so you know… how to speak Spanish…?”

Christine: “Yes. My family and I are Puerto Rican. I lived there my entire childhood but once I turned thirteen my parents decided to move to the United States.”

Azusa: “I see… then you can teach me… Spanish… How do you say… Rose in Spanish…?”

Christine: “I don't mind teaching you some words in Spanish. Rose in Spanish is Rosa.”

Azusa: “These rosas… smell nice like you…”

She smiles.

Christine: “Do you know you are being cute right now?”

He caresses her soft skin.

Azusa: “You are... my precious... flower... I love your scent of roses… it drives me wild…”

Christine: (This man needs to stop! I can hear my heart beating!...)

Azusa: “Give me your hand…”

Christine: “Huh? Why?”

Azusa grabbed her hand and placed a rose in it, making her close her fingers around the thorns. Blood starts gushing out of her hand.

Christine: “Ow! It hurts!”

He increases more pressure to her closed hand.

“Ah! Azusa, Stop this already!”

She tries to pull her hand away but he tightens his grip.

Azusa: “Look... your cute hand and the rose is…covered in blood...”

Christine: (He is looking at the bloody rose in my hand with fascination…)

Azusa: “It looks... really painful... Isn't it... nice...? Should I... make it hurt... more...?”

Christine: “Please no! Let’s just continue walking through the garden.”

Azusa: “I can’t help it... Haah... Excuse me...”

He starts licking the blood from her hand.

Christine: (I don't fight him. What’s the point? He is stronger than me and he will still lick and suck my blood whenever he wants. So I stayed still for him. Accepting the pain…)

- Azusa bites her finger -

Christine: “Ouch!”

(It hurts so much!…)

Azusa: “Mmm… your blood… is delicious as always…”

*Slurp*

Azusa: “Rose...”

Azusa locks gazes with her.

Christine: (Oh, no! He's leaning down and his lips are getting closer to mine. I'm not ready to kiss another man. I need to stop him…)

She places her hands on his chest, pushing him gently.

“Azusa… the weather feels warmer tonight. Why don't we go for a swim? I haven't gone to the manor’s swimming pool yet.”

He smiles.

Azusa: “I’ll go anywhere with you...”

Christine: “Great, then let’s go back to our rooms to change into our swimwear and we can meet at the pool.”

Christine took a few steps but Azusa stopped her.

Azusa: “Wait…!”

He grabs a red rose and breaks the stem. Then he placed the flower in her hair.

“… Beautiful… I knew the rose… in your hair… would suit you…”

Christine: (Why am I feeling these butterflies in my stomach?…)

“Thank you…for the flower. But we should get going now. It's getting late.”

He nods.

Azusa: “You're right… come… I'll walk you… to your room…”

*TimeSkip*

- At the Mukami’s Swimming Pool -

• Official art by Rejet •

Christine opened the door to the pool room.

She saw that it was empty.

Christine: “Azusa, are you here?”

(No answer. This means Azusa hasn't got here yet…)

Christine waited for Azusa for a few minutes but she got impatient. She wanted to swim really bad. It's been a while since the last time she swam anywhere since she was always so busy with work. Christine took off her pink summer dress and kicked off her sandals. Now she was only wearing a fuchsia pink bikini. She grabs her goggles from her bag and steps toward the edge of the pool, she flinch at the sensation of the cold water on her skin. Little by little she walks further, until the water is halfway to her body. Christine puts on her goggles, took a deep breath, and dives into the water. She was swimming deep down underwater, the feeling was so calming, so peaceful. Christine was good at holding her breath underwater for a long period of time. She never trained to do this. It came naturally since her childhood. They say the average person can hold their breath underwater for two minutes. But Christine, can hold her breath for twenty minutes. She told her family with excitement but they didn't believe her. They told her she would've drowned if it was true. Since her own family didn't believe her she kept this to herself and never told anyone else. As she kept swimming she suddenly flinched at the sight of a dark shadow figure. She closes her eyes shut thinking it’s just her imagination. But when she opens her eyes she is shocked to see an image of herself right in front of her, Christine shuts her eyes again and seconds later she opens them, She still sees the image of herself right in front of her. But she is wearing a white dress that is floating through the water with a blue ribbon surrounding her waist. Her other self was looking back at her with a sinister smile. “Soon, you will be me.” She said to Christine.

Chills ran down her spine! Christine's stomach felt a gut-wrenching feeling and her heart was beating fast. She started screaming underwater and bubbles filled her vision. Someone suddenly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up to the surface. Gasping and coughing. Christine takes off her goggles and stares at the person who got her out of the pool. Lavender eyes were staring back at her. His expression seems worried.

Azusa: “Rose… are you okay? Can you breathe fine…?”

He cups her cheek.

Christine: “A-Azusa…”

She's breathing heavily.

“D-Did you see someone else in the water!?”

- Azusa gazes at her with a confused expression -

Azusa: “No… is just the two of us… when I got here… I saw you were deep in the water… and when… I saw bubbles coming out of the surface… I thought you were drowning…. so I went in to save you…”

He suddenly hugs her.

“Please, Rose-san… since… you don't know how to swim… next time… don't get in the swimming pool without me…”

Christine breaks the hug.

Christine: “I am an excellent swimmer. I've been swimming since I was two years old. I was not drowning.”

(It was probably my imagination, of course, it was. But why did felt so real? I'm still shaken up about it…)

Azusa: “Then you probably… over did it… with the swimming… you looked pale and scared Rose, and your breathing hasn't calmed down... Come… I’ll take you back to your room…”

Christine: “Thank you…”

*TimeSkip*

Once Christine calmed down in her room, she went to the bathroom to take a bath to take off the chlorine smell. Her mind was still a mess. Once she finished blow-drying her hair she went back to her room, she tried reading a little poetry. But she couldn't focus since she couldn't stop thinking about seeing herself in the pool and how creepy she looked.

Christine: (“Soon, you will be me.” What the hell!! I'm probably hallucinating things since I’m getting my blood suck every day. I'm probably seeing weird things because of the amount of blood loss. I'm probably becoming anemic too. Either way, I should write this down in my Journal…)

Christine puts her poetry book near the bedside table and grabs her Journal. As she opens it a photo falls to the floor. She picks up the photograph, It was Mark and her together. A photo of them at a time when they were both truly happy together. A time when there were no arguments between them. A time when he kissed and made love to her and it felt like magic. A time when she thought they would grow old together. A time when she was madly in love. But as time and years went by, Mark got tired of her and started sleeping with other women behind her back and became a monster. A monster who was torturing her mentally every single day.

Staring at the picture, sadness washed over her.

Christine: (It still hurts. Everything about that relationship, the good and the bad. It still hurts…)

*Knock Knock*

Christine: “Who is it?”

Azusa: “It’s me, Rose… please let me in…”

She opens the door and Azusa walks in.

Christine: “What do you want, Azusa?”

Azusa: “I wanted to check up… on you… I didn't want you… to feel lonely…”

Christine: “Thank you. I’m doing ok.”

Azusa: “I'm glad… I see… your complexion… is back… to normal… So what… have you been doing… Rose…?”

Christine: “Not much… I was reading a little bit of poetry.”

Azusa: “I see… I don't mind sitting next to you… while you read… if you want to read me… a poem… I would happily listen…”

Christine: “You like poetry?”

She smile.

Azusa: “I don't read much… reading is Ruki's favorite hobby… not mine… but… I like your voice… and I want… to be near you…”

He walks closer to her and notices the photo in her hand.

“Rose-san, you're holding a photograph… can I see it…?”

Christine: “No, I was about to put this photo away. Plus, why do you want to see it?”

Azusa: “Because… Like I’ve told you… before… I want to know… everything about you…”

Christine: “No, I still don't want to show you.”

Azusa: “Eh…!? Why…? Then I'll take it by force…”

Christine: “Azusa no!”

- Azusa snatched the photo from her hand and stared at it -

Azusa: … ...

“… Rose-san… who is this man…? Who has his arms around you… Is he your lover…?”

Christine: (He's staring at me with sadness in his eyes and he's getting anxious…)

“He’s my ex-boyfriend. Can I have the photo back? So I can put it away.”

Azusa: “Why do you want… to keep this photograph…? If he‘s an ex-lover… Do you still have… feelings for him… Rose…?”

(Her silence, not answering his question made his heart ache…)

- He grabs her by the shoulders -

Azusa: “Answer Me…!”

He tightened his grip.

Christine: “O-Ow! Azusa, you are hurting me! Why are you acting like this?”

She tried to get out of his grip but she tripped as she was moving backward. Her back hit the floor hard.

- Azusa pulls out his knife -

Azusa: “Ah… that look of fear… in your eyes… Fufufu… I’ll make you… forget him… I will show you the most sweetest pain… Fufu…”

- He gets on top of her and cuts her near the chest -

Christine: “Ah! Stop! Let go of me!!!”

Azusa: “Ah... nice blood is gushing out... Fufufu... but it’s not enough... I want to see more...”

He cuts her again and again.

Christine: “Ah!!! Please stop!!”

She begins to cry.

“I am tired of this!”

Azusa: “… Rose... you are crying…”

He caresses her wet cheek and leans down to her chest and licks her blood slowly.

Christine: “No!!!”

Azusa: “I want you… to feel me... Rose...”

He opens his mouth wide and sinks his fangs deeply into her skin.

*Slurp*

Azusa: “Aah…This blood… is proof… that I'm alive…”

*Gulp*

Christine: “Ah! Get off of me!”

She starts hitting his chest with all her strength.

Azusa: “Haah… You hitting me while I drink your blood... feels so good... Please hit me more...”

- He bites her harder this time -

*Slurp, Slurp*

Christine: “Ah!! Azusa, please! Enough already!”

She keeps hitting and pushing him.

Azusa: “Aah… Mmm… Your blood feels so warm… It’s flowing through me…”

*Gulp*

Christine: (No matter how hard I try hitting and pushing him, he doesn't budge. He's too strong and the loss of blood is making me weaker…)

Out of desperation, she kicks his manhood hard with her knee. Azusa whimpers loudly, Christine takes the opportunity and pushed him aside. She gets up and runs out of her room.

Azusa: “O-Owww…”

*TimeSkip*

She wanted to run away but she knew they would catch up to her. Plus she doesn't know Japan and even if she would have managed to go to the police station. They are vampires and strong. They can take any human in seconds. Christine couldn't live with herself knowing that someone got killed because of her. So she went to the Rose Garden. Gasping as she walks, she suddenly hears footsteps behind her.

Azusa: ”Rose…”

She stops and turns around.

Azusa: “Rose-san… that kick felt amazing… Fufufu… Please kick me again…”

Christine: “Leave me alone! I'm feeling dizzy.”

(I feel so weak…)

“Azusa, if your plan is to kill me. Then, please do it now. I have no more strength.”

Azusa: “Eh…!? I will not kill… my precious Rose…”

Christine: “Then why do you keep torturing me?”

- Azusa cups her cheeks -

Azusa: “Rose… I’m doing this… because I like you so much… and I want you… to feel wanted and needed… That's why… I want you to hurt me… in return… I also… want to feel wanted…and needed by you… When we bleed… everyone becomes happy… We are the same kind, Rose…”

- He leans down closer to her lips -

Christine: (My heart is beating fast!…)

“A-Azusa… I don't know what to say…”

Azusa: “Then… don't say anything… lose yourself to me… Rose…”

- Azusa Kissed Her -

He kissed her passionately with all his considerable skill, slipping his tongue into her softness.

• Artwork by @yuma-mukami-garden-god •

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She wants to get lost in his lips and forget about everything about this crazy night, even if it's just for a moment. The more they were kissing, the more Azusa became hungry for her and started to kiss her desperately, claiming her mouth in raw need, he kissed her over and over, pulling her body closer to his as he tightened his arms around her.

Sucking sounds, heavy breathing and moans from both of them can be heard in the midnight air.

Christine was struggling to catch up to his pace. She feels her skin getting hot. Azusa moves her hair to the side and starts kissing her neck.

She gasped.

Christine: “Azusa… I don't know how much longer… I can hold on… I’m feeling really dizzy…”

Azusa ignored her and kept kissing her neck and leaving love marks on her skin. He wanted her so bad that he couldn't even think straight. Until she fainted on him. Her cheek rested on his chest. Azusa holds her tightly in his arms while breathing heavily.

Azusa: “… My Rose… I guess… I took this too far… I promise… I'll take good care of you…”

Kou: “Fufufu~ What an amazing performance Azusa.”

He said while clapping his hands.

Azusa: “Kou… I didn't feel your presence…how long have you been here…?”

Kou: “Of course, you didn't. Fufu~ You were so focused on Kujaku-chan. I've been here the entire time since she was walking alone. I was gonna approach her but you beat me to it.”

He smirks.

“I did enjoy the show.”

- Azusa gave him a sharp look -

Azusa: “Rose-san is mine…”

Kou: “Oh really? Fufu~ You have not claimed her yet and kissing doesn't count. I never would have thought that I would see the day that my baby brother would have ever had feelings for a human. Fufu~ It's cute, but I will advise you to just see her as another prey. Humans are traitors and can't be trusted.”

Azusa: … …

Kou: “I gotta go. Make sure she's in good shape before Ruki scolds you again. See ya later.”

Azusa stares at Christine’s lovely face and his heart begins to race.

Monologue

Feelings?

I do have feelings for Rose-san.

I can't deny it.

I’m obsessed with her

I want her all to myself.

This flower has a lot of thorns

Thorns that I want desperately to pierce my skin.

She's mine.

I want her to feel the sweetest pain with me.

Even if she doesn't accept me yet.

You came into my dreams, Princess.

And now

I am never letting you go...

— TO BE CONTINUED —

• Artwork by The Drawables •

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Chapter 07

Henry Boulevard, industrial district. Midnight.

Hypothetically I had been on the case for over six hours: running all over the city on my quest to question all conceivable leads . Yet none would be the wiser, as I was just as energetic as when the case first burst in and spilled the tea. Perhaps even more so, as I was hiding in the shadows between the brick building of ‘Three Fig Jigs’ factory and a dumpster. Doing my best to sniff out those who might be lurking nearby-- and having trouble with the scent of weeks worth of rot overpowering it-- I could see just what I was looking for. Right across the street, one light shining over the entrance gate of the yard…

Was the Crooked Man’s Warehouse.

As stated earlier, it hadn’t been hard to find. The building’s foundation had a heavy lean; a mere huff and a puff away from being blown down. Which would probably explain why the place had been shut down from whatever business it had once been. Practically condemned, no persons meant to be inside for risk to their health.

At least… it was supposed to be that way. But something told me-- just behind the gate and up the slanted staircase of an equally slanted sadist’s structure-- that I would find our stolen scapegoat lying in wait.

“Whoa! Is that where the bad guy lives?”

I was stopped in my tracks, mid-step. I knew that voice. I turned to stare at the little goat girl standing beside me. How these children kept sneaking around without my knowledge was a mystery! She was gazing up at me with stars in her eyes, and admittedly, it quelled any anger I might have otherwise felt. Kid had good taste!

It didn’t, however, alleviate my frustration, nor did it change the fact I did not have time to babysit.

“What are you doing here, little miss?” A light scolding ... wasn’t enough. Went right over the kid’s head. Perfect.

“I followed you! Hey, mister detective, are you gonna save my mommy?”

Oh boy. I knelt down to her level and spoke softly and calmly through my clenched teeth. Patience of a saint.

“That’s the plan, little girl. But that’s going to be a little harder when I’m being followed by curious little kids!” 

“Oh.” 

The child’s eyes became wide upon hearing this, and I smiled. Ah, so she understood what I was telling her. I was just about to command the kid to stay put, so as to allow me to carry on with the investigation, when she started talking once more. 

“Don’t worry, mister detective wolf, I came all by myself!”

Aaaand there went my faith in the youth.

“Look… you.” 

“Daniya!” The child exclaimed cheerfully, trying to help. I waved it off just as quickly.

“Yes yes, Daniya. You need to understand that this is dangerous. You’re not going and that’s FINAL!”

There. I had put my foot down. I was okay with being seen as the bad guy if it kept the kid safe. I would show tough love, with all the resolve I could muster! I would not be swayed!

That was, of course, before Daniya started crying.

“Oh come on now, don’t do that! I’m only trying to protect you...”

This only turned up the flow on the ol’ waterworks. This little girl was putting on a show that would put Niagara Falls to shame.

“That isn’t going to work on me. You’re not going! GO! Home!”

With that situation expertly handled, I focused on infiltrating the hideous hideout. The old lock on the front door had been just as old and falling apart as the rest of the place, and didn’t stand a chance against my trusty crowbar. I slipped inside, silent as a shadow--

“Woooow. This place is spooky!”

-- With child in tow. What? I’m a hardened detective, sure, but I’m not heartless! I spun around to give the kid a well-aimed stare and held a finger to my lips to silence her. We had the element of surprise here, and I’d planned on keeping it for as long as possible.

Daniya mimicked the shushing gesture, treating this like a twisted game of Simon Says. If that was going to keep her safe, then so be it. I put up my hands to signal for her to stay put, as I used the opportunity to roll over to the first stack of crates. I instantly placed myself against them, peeking my head around to see if the coast was clear. Not seeing or hearing anything of note, I turned two of my fingers into legs to show it was safe for Daniya to walk across.

The child, of course, understood none of this as she cried: ‘WHAT?’

“Just get over here!” I whispered harshly, my nerves instantly put on edge. Okay, note to self: create sneaking signalling protocol in the future. 

Luckily for me, I didn’t need to do so now, as Daniya seemed to be a quick learner. And so we went, scaling the large room, mostly hiding behind what looked like old unused car parts. Though, something told me that wasn’t all they stored here. I didn’t have time to investigate, as the closer we got to a twin pair of double doors, I began to hear commotion from the other side. 

And it was growing louder.

Somebody was coming! No, make that TWO somebodies! Realizing this, I grabbed the child and covered her mouth with a paw-- pressing ourselves into the wall. Surrounded by the shadows, I watched as the doors next to us opened.  Out waddled and limped two of the most unfortunate creatures I have ever seen-- a cat and mouse that looked like they’ve been through more scraps than I could ever imagine.

“Nah, I ain’t feelin’ Chinese tonight.” The cat said casually-- I had seemingly caught them in the middle of talk of a late night snack. “What about pizza?”

“Louie’s?” The mouse asked, tone suggesting that didn’t sound pleasing. “ That’s the place that literally only makes the kind with anchovies, right?”

“You got a problem with anchovies?”

“The world’s got a problem with anchovies!” The mouse cried out, nearly toppling over from the action. The conversation carried on as they walked further away, the last bit I heard mentioning whatever they decided on, they should grab something for the goat. 

Which meant I was right: Ms. Meaiz was here after all!

I couldn’t contain my smile, nor did I as the exit door made a loud clattering clack of a noise. Letting go of the kid, I had her full attention as I told her what was to go down.

“Alright, gumshoe, here’s the plan: You’re going to stay put, for REAL this time, missy. You need to be ready to run towards the doors outta this place at my signal.” I pointed towards where we had come from, before nodding my head at the doors behind us. “Meanwhile, I’m going to run in, find your mom, and sneak out before those goons return. Got it?”

The kid stared at me with those wide, sparkling eyes, like I’d just told her the secrets of the universe.

“Momma’s in there?” I could tell that had at least been an attempt at whispering.

“Yes. Probably. Look, just stay here, got it?”

She just continued to stare, never agreeing to anything, but stayed where she was. I backed away slowly, watching her as I went. As soon as I was certain she wouldn’t budge, I turned around and resumed my masterful sneaking.

As I made my way down the hall, I took note of the paintings hanging on the wall, each one hung at an unsightly, crooked angle. No doubt if Felix had joined me on this one, he would have spent the entire night straightening them. Even the walls seemed to tilt this way and that, causing me to feel disoriented and dizzy. I tried not to stare. It helped. I glanced inside rooms as I passed, finding most empty, some filled with crates. At last I came to the end of the hall, the last door-- the correct room, by process of elimination. I took a deep breath and with nerves of steel I slipped inside, gun pointed and at the ready for any confrontation.

I lowered said gun immediately upon hearing a short, startled cry. And there was  Ms. Meaiz sitting at a round table in the center of the room. Sipping tea from a little cup with a crooked handle. Even the table had one bent leg, causing the entire thing to slant awkwardly to the side, rendering it completely useless as a table at all. 

This guy really knew how to take a theme too far.

“Uh, ma’am? Ms. Meaiz? I'm the Big Bad Wolf, I’m here to save you. From being kidnapped.” I shifted my eyes warily around the room. This had Trap written all over it. “You WERE kidnapped, weren’t you?”

She rested her cup in her lap and smiled at me sweetly.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Wolf. Thank you very much for coming to rescue me, I was very much kidnapped! Oh, but please go easy on him, he has every right to be upset. I just hope my children are alright.”

This was ... strange. Alarm bells were going off through every one of my senses at this point.

“Your kids are fine, I made sure of it…” I faltered, “he didn’t attempt to restrain you what-so-ever?” She was just sitting there, sipping tea, alone. Were you seeing why I was so unsettled? Everything was wrong about this situation, the off-kilter decor the least of it.

“Well, yes, I was tied up for a while. But he and I both decided this was much more comfortable for conversation.”

Uh huh. Right. I was not amused.

“Are you in any danger?” I spoke slowly and clearly. I was beginning to doubt my suspicions, after all. I watched as she opened her mouth to reply, and instantly shut it again. A moment later I realized why, when a bony hand came down on my shoulder.

“I think it’s safe to say, Mr. Wolf, that she is in considerably less danger than you are.”

I tried to turn around, but was suddenly held in place as the hand that was on my shoulder dug their fingers into me. I tried to squirm away from the grip, at the same time knowing I needed to yell for the child down the hall to run for help.

“DAN-MRPH!” 

My cry was cut short by a cloth covering my snout-- blocking all airways. Admittedly, I panicked, not thinking in the slightest as I flailed-- doing my best to kick and slash my way to freedom. I huff and puffed and… and…

The world around me blurred, peripherals greying as I found all fight fading. I was slipping away from the room, eyes landing on Ms. Meaiz’s concerned expression. There was only one thought on my mind, as I fell limp in my attacker’s arm:

That hadn’t gone as planned.

[percontaion-points]

The Chemist chapter 7

Chapter 7

Once he had the mask on, 90 percent of her defenses were rendered obsolete.

Which is the dumbest part. She claims that three different assassins were sent after her, and she dropped all of them with her peach-pit-pool-chemical-bathtub-concoction. THEY KNOW THAT SHE’S A WIZ WITH CHEMICALS, YET THEY DIDN’T EQUIP THEIR ASSASSINS WITH GAS MASKS?! NOT EVEN AFTER THE FIRST ONE?!

Also, maybe get a little bit of range in your attacks so that “90% of them are useless if a guy is wearing a gas mask” isn’t a fucking problem. 

Finally, he reached down, carefully removed the gas mask from Daniel’s face, and set it on the floor. “Danny,” she heard him whisper.

Chapter 7 summary: Julie continues to torture Daniel. He continues to insist that he’s innocent, he doesn’t know what she’s talking about. However, he’s right on the verge of telling her something important when they both hear a plane flying a little too close to the barn. Julie knocks him out again.

Then, several pages are spent with Julie literally crouching in position, waiting for these rescuers to barge in. PAGES OF THIS. The entire thing could have been summed up within a single paragraph. 

The guy finally does get in, and they fight. However, as mentioned, Julie’s entire line of defence is rendered moot when the guy grabs Julie’s gas mask and puts it on himself. The entire thing is so laughably stupid, I can’t even. He demands that she go open up the barn door, which she does. She’s expecting more goons, but wasn’t expecting a giant, highly-trained wolf-dog. 

He demands to know where Daniel is, and eventually Julie points towards the tent. He goes inside, and calls him “Danny”. 

[pink-yuri]

♡ Gushing Over Magical Girls ♡

[callmegaith]

"They don't get the fucking depth of what will happen when we land"

[fisheito]

how it feels to read chapter 14 but still have to do event dailies afterwards

[boosterskeets]

panel redraw that i gave up on rendering

(from booster gold (2007) issue #3)

[gavinreedcentral]

[avaetin]

The hidden gems I find in my wips.

[awillpassedon]

An illustration for Chapter 7 I didn't want to go to waste. I imagined the inside of Scala ad Caelum's tower base to be two spiral staircases.

[britishchick09]

the new barnes & noble classics edition of poto is so cool! :D

[jtl-fics]

yes hello it is a very hard choice to make but i'd like to request pretty boy please

1/15/25 WIP Wednesday (CLOSED) | Pretty Boy

She blinks a bit in surprise, it is quite a thing to say when the question was “How have you been this week Andrew?” Regardless, it was an honest one. His week was consumed by thoughts about his first time with Neil and his first failure at achieving it.

“It’s a huge step for you to take Andrew, to want to be with someone like that. I know last year you had told me that you weren’t interested in anything beyond what you were currently doing.” She says without a hint of embarrassment or judgement.

Andrew nods. He had really thought that there wasn’t anything more to want, even when he’d been physically interested in Neil all he had wanted out of that was a few rounds of sucking Neil’s dick to get it out of his system. That clearly hadn’t worked out well for Andrew because he finds himself only wanting more the more that he does with Neil.

Which might be part of the problem.

3/5/25 WIP Wednesday HERE

[goldenpinof]

eh! try again

[percontaion-points]

Firstlife chapter 7

Today’s review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised

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Chapter 7

 Hypothermia is already setting up camp, their blood turning into sludge. 

How long can we survive out here? A few hours...perhaps an entire day if we’re hearty? 

We’re not hearty. Me most of all. 

Is it bad that I kind of want for all of them to die simply so that the government has egg all over its face because they ran a torture camp for children? (I’m assuming that the government runs the facility.)

“Show her who you really are, Archer,” before slamming the blade deep, deep into Bow’s chest.

Chapter 7 summary: Once outside, everybody realises that they’re high up in the mountains. It’s so cold that Ten isn’t sure that most of them will last long. And then a bomb goes off and kills several of them. 

She reunites with Bow, who drags her along. They ran around for way too long before Ten passed out. 

She wakes up in a cave, alone. Bow had left a bag of supplies behind, so Ten eats a can of food and then turns on the tablet. Bow left her a note saying that she was “looking for the other kids” (which I doubt immensely) but to stay in the cave. Also a shitty poem, because this is what we’ve come down to, I guess. 

Anyway, the first thing Ten does is to leave the cave. Where she runs into some “bounty hunters” who had promised to hunt down the missing kids. But they also intend to “have some fun” with the girls before returning them. Bow shows up, but is fucking useless, leaving Ten to take the two men by herself. She ends up with her stolen scalpel shoved so hard into her wrist that it comes out the other side. 

Killian then shows up and makes quick work of the two of them. After the men are dead, Killian tells Ten that the men were unsigned, and does she really want to spend eternity with the likes of them? He then goes over to where Bow is lying, complaining about “malfunctioning”, and “kills” her by shoving a knife into her chest.