#concluding chapter

[salarymanwaka]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm back in the Tigers cage again.

(You too can join in on throwing a Rat Of A Man into a Tiger cage by reading Tiger Tiger)

[kazehita]

If I were not myself, would this be easier? (ao3)

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

Photobomber

|| Designed in Canva ||

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

apparently racovitza's technique for dealing with the terrible food on the belgica was to engage lecointe in vigorous political debate as soon as they got their plates and then gobble up as much of food as possible while they were distracted arguing. whatever works i guess

[bull-shit-suji]

"why would the evil demon and his traumatized boy do something so ridiculous and anachronistic??" as if kuro isn't the ridiculously anachronistic evil demon and traumatized boy story

[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee: Final 1/2

CW: Betrayal, team whump, whumper turned caretaker, assassination attempt, hurt/comfort, annggsst

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Whumper watched over whumpee all throughout the night. Whumpee would wake up, not remember where they were, then struggle until whumper soothed them back asleep.

Whumper knew the sleepless nights would catch up with them eventually. They downed a tall cup of coffee, hoping to stay awake until morning...

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Whumpee woke up that morning staring wide-eyed at whumper fast asleep on the bed with them. "Hey." Whumpee spoke, testfully poked whumper's arm. They groaned, but remained out cold.

Whumpee climbed over them and touched their bare foot to the floor, they immediately felt something cold as they flinched. There was spilt coffee at the foot of the bed along with an assortment of papers. They were badly stained, any information whumpee could have gleaned were long gone.

A silver key was dangling from whumper's pocket. If whumpee couldn't find information here, then there would be something elsewhere.

They clutched the key and snuck out of the infirmary. There were guards patrolling the halls as whumpee ducked around the corner. They let the guards pass, before slipping into the hall behind them. Whumpee tried every door they passed, all locked tight and the key fit none of them.

There was one last engraved door at the end of the hall. Whumpee heard the guards coming back around as they trembled and kept missing the keyhole. There was a silent *click* as the door swung open. Whumpee jumped in and shut the door behind them, taking a deep sigh of relief.

They stood in what seemed to be whumper's office; a large wooden desk, walls adorned with weapons, massive bookshelves. Everything whumpee expected whumper's office to look like, really.

They turned on a lamp and rooted through the desk. There were moundfuls of documents detailing whumpee's team. There were things here whumpee didn't even know... Things they weren't classified to know. They were told whumper was a murderer, someone who killed on sight; they took no prisoners and mercy was unheard of.

"Then why did you save me?" Whumpee whispered, looking at a framed picture of whumper proudly standing with their team. "Why capture me for intel if you had it already?"

In the depths of a drawer, whumpee found a roughly bound journal. It was branded with whumpee's team logo. They recognized it; each team carried one to document missions. Even whumpee had their own, though this one looked ancient...

They opened the first page before suddenly, the door opened and the lights flashed on. Whumpee gasped and dropped the book, frozen as they looked up like a deer in headlights. The person staring back had the very same expression. Horror, adrenaline, confusion.

-It was one of whumpee's teammates, dressed darkly and hooded as they took an astonished step towards whumpee.

"Whumpee? You're alive?" They whispered. "How? We thought they killed you." They gasped. Whumpee covered their mouth and clambered back to their feet. They were flooded with relief seeing a friendly face. They tried to figure out how to say a million words in a single breath.

"It's a long story-" Whumpee heaved, "I've been kept here by whumper, I got hurt in the attack and I-I was bleeding out and I was-" Whumpee trailed off with a flicker of doubt. They knew their team would think whumpee betrayed them if they were found alive in whumper's custody. The amount of intel that could be tortured out of them...

"I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't looking right at you." Their teammate filled in the silence, taking a step closer. "To think all this time, you survived..."

They didn't sound happy. Both of their eyes dropped to the journal between their feet, branded with their symbol.

"Ah, I see... So you found it." Their teammate stared.

"Found what? What have you not told me?" Whumpee demanded.

They crouched down to pick up the book, as they heard a *sswick* of a blade being unsheathed. Whumpee stopped in their tracks. They slowly looked up and stared into the tip of a blade and the eyes of someone who was no ally.

"I really am sorry." Their teammate whispered softly. "But you died that day, whumpee. It has to stay that way, for the good of all of us. You understand, don't you?" They took a step closer as whumpee snatched the book in their arms and backed away.

"Oh, come on, don't make this difficult. You've died once for us already. You can do it one more time, can't you?" They tilted their head.

"Can't I know why?" Whumpee's voice broke as their back hit the wall. "I- I didn't give you up, I didn't tell whumper anything. They weren't even what I thought they were... They weren't what you told me!" Whumpee suddenly shouted.

"I'm sure you didn't, you were always loyal. But it was never about that."

The blade came to their throat as whumpee shuttered and closed their eyes. The sound of a blade piercing flesh, a hot splatter of blood hit their chest, yet they felt nothing but cold adrenaline.

There was hollow silence. Whumpee opened their eyes, their teammate's face was blank as they sunk to the floor on their knees. Their silhouette was replaced by whumper, holding a dripping blade with a look of pure hatred.

"They dare set foot in my house!?" Whumper shouted. Their eyes suddenly darted to whumpee, who flinched. Their back was to the corner, face stained with blood, they trembled while hugging the journal to their chest.

"How did you get- ... No, one thing at a time." Whumper stopped themselves, putting the blade out of sight. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" They asked instead, nudging the corpse off their feet.

"I'm- ... I'm not hurt." Whumpee responded rapidly, trying not to show they were gasping for breath. "They were going to k-kill me." Whumpee touched their fingers to their chest where their teammates blood was splattered. "And you just... S-saved my life..."

"As much as I want to gloat and say I told you so- I'm just glad I got here when I did. Come with me, let's get you changed and we'll talk." Whumper held out their hand.

To be continued, 2/2

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[calmlb]

"It was a long wait, but the time has finally arrived, Chuuya Nakahara... I'm coming to get you, my dear younger brother."

[spotted-owl-sketches]

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[hajimedics]

why asmodeus the bus driver all of a sudden

[queenlua]

When Tibarn calls for the bird tribes to unite as one nation in Serenes, Reyson is skeptical, and Naesala refuses outright. But when rising ocean levels threaten to devour the islands of both Phoenicis and Kilvas, none of them have much of a choice in the matter.

This fic is now finished at ~138k words!

If any of these pithy/snarky summaries sound good to you...

"the bird tribes should've had a Hague, probably"

"Naesala has a bad time & then Reyson has a bad time & then they make each other worse <3"

"Leanne gets a fucking gun knife"

...there's a decent chance you'll enjoy this story; take a peek :)

(Also: peep the latest chapters for some beautiful new @gloamvonhrym art <3333 THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BIRDPEOPLE VISUAL SPLENDOR)

[salty-an-disco]

"This whole thing just didn't sound right."

The Princess nods, eyes fixated on her now free wrist. She pulls herself to a standing position and stares at you, gaze intent and searching.

“… Thank you.”

Well. There she is. And there you are. And the way out of the basement is just behind you. Are you going to continue to awkwardly stare at each other or do you plan on continuing with the story?

Voice of the Hero: I thought ‘The Story’ was the one where we slay her? We didn’t do that, so aren’t we out of ‘The Story’ now?

Oh, no no no no. You can’t just get out of ‘‘The Story’™’, that’s just not how it goes. The Story™ will always move and contort around you, so that you remain in the story no matter how much you deviate from the described outline.

Voice of the Hero: I’m so lost………

Don’t worry about it. Just play your role, and The Story™, will do the rest.

“Well. This is it, then. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to leave this place.”

With that said, the Princess doesn’t hesitate to walk towards the stairs, effectively breaking the Awkwardly Staring at Each Other contest.

Voice of the Hero: Personally, I’m also eager to leave. Let’s not stay behind.

You follow her out, carefully avoiding the clutter carpeting the floor. The Princess isn’t as careful, kicking and tripping on several objects in her haste, though she doesn’t seem to even notice them.

She stops in front of the ajar door, hesitating for enough time to let you catch up to her. When you’re close enough to look over her shoulder, she already has both her hands on the handle. And with a soft push, she opens the door.

The upstairs room looks just as you remember. Oh, yes, you could recognize the plainness of these wood planks anywhere. There’s no need to linger here, when there may or may not be a world outside to explore.

Voice of the Hero: Wait. Isn’t there something missing?

Um, no? There isn’t? It’s just as you remember, and if you don’t remember anything that suddenly isn’t here, then it mustn’t be important.

Voice of the Hero: Well, I remember there being a knife. And it isn’t here anymore. The table is empty.

Indeed, there’s nothing on the plain wooden table but more plainness and dust. Maybe the knife got tired of all the nothingness and succumbed to the dust.

“I almost can’t believe I’m actually here.”

You move your attention towards the Princess, who is unaffected by your musings about tables and plainness and has already walked towards the next door. She hesitates before it much like she did in the previous door, though there’s bigger anticipation about her stance.

“You… really saved me.” She turns to you, eyes shining with emotion. “Despite not knowing me, and despite being tasked with killing me.”

She smiles. Soft and grateful.

“Thank you. I’ll never forget this.”

She opens the door and

Voice of the Hero: And…?

Is he… Is he gone? Did the world really end?

And where is the princess? Should– should we try to find her?

Voice of the Hero: Is that… a mirror? Why here? Why now?

Achievements Unlocked!

– Who's dis?

Neither of you seems to know what's happening.

– Oneshot

Sometimes a single chapter is all you need.

[jusst-you-race]

i'm going to cry so much when ccc ends bc wdym we won't see any more of them

genuinely going to sob bc those are my comfort pairings

but on the plus side, i will have a nice read for the plane when i go on vacation :)

thank you, bug, for writing this and making all of us smile and laugh along the way <33

I think I will also cry!!!! I’m currently almost finished with the final chapter so……. soon I guess….

thank YOU for coming along on this ride with me!!!! I really cannot thank you all for how lovely and supportive you’ve all been!!!

and ccc will always be there for rereading! I actually just reread it all (doing a final edit because I missed so many mistakes) and honestly? it’s pretty funny. who knew right?

and of course we always have the extended universe with so many talented writers!!!! and I definitely will be revisiting it one day…. mean too much to me not to!!!!

anyway watch out for the final chapter later today probably

[sorryimananti-romantic]

i have a very naughty question....is the mc going to fuck them all at once at some point? if so, i just need a warning first heheheh

girl i'm sorry to disappoint but it's a slow burn and i'll need to write an additional 1000 chapters if that means the mc fucks all of them at once. if at all.

i have also explicitly mentioned that the relationship dynamics with each member is going to be different. that means with some of them, there might be no sexual interactions in the course of this fics (20 chapters). i want to focus more on the way their relationship naturally and realistically progresses, so yeah. no gangbang :)

[mini-golden]

Announcement!

The Choices We Make is going on a little hiatus at the moment (don't worry it will come back and I will finish it!) while I try and figure out a schedule for all my projects. My fanfiction works are going to be pushed to the side while I work on my inky mystery au comic. The Choices We Make will be finished, Shadows of the Ink Machine is just going to be my front and centre project since I'm content enough with my art to start actually posting about it, therefore updates may be a bit chaotic for awhile. Also lost some motivation for writing but it's not writers block and I will continue to write when I can.

List of things I have in the works for those curious:

• The Choices We Make (fanfic, currently on hiatus, will make an announcement here when I start posting for that again).

• That one one-sided Felzu fic I posted and never named, don't know if I'll ever finish that but I'll draw out the ideas I had for it (fanfic or comic/drawings).

• Bendy and Boris in the Shadow of the Ink Machine (comic, current main focus).

• Bad Idea, Right? (fanfic, future fic for when I get back into writing).

• fantasy comic series focusing on Celtic mythology and Scottish and Irish folklore, possibly with some English folklore sprinkled in as a connection thing to my heritage and strengthen my Gaelic language skills (currently mostly Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic)) (comic, also future work).

• a mini comic series that introduces Oswald and friends into the Mickey Mouse and Friends universe + shenanigans for Oswald's 100th birthday. Don't have any working titles for the comic series yet (comic, future works).

[reposhillo]

I'm going to say it

Even Bleach's rushed ending is a hundred times better than what Hori served us. Literally the whole themes that were set up earlier just crash and burn with this ending