#i am on . fools fate now. oh dear

[obsob]

beloved!!!

[yanderes-galore]

PLEASE A YANDERE SPRINGTRAP(yes I know i'm obsessed) PLEASE! Plot: Reader actually escapes by outsmarting him(somehow)

I don' t know who made this but it's funny!

I can try to! Also, yeah, the image is funny. Sorry for the long wait!

This sort of implies you were the first nightguard in Fazbear's Fright and William is getting used to being Springtrap.

You Who Got Away

Yandere! Springtrap Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Haunted animatronic this time, Start of obsession, Murder mention.

Anger made the haunted bot shudder. He had slipped up, let himself be fooled by you, now you left scot free. He kept twitching with rage.

Oh if he was still human such mistakes wouldn't have been made! Thirty years of rotting and he's lost his senses. He can barely function within his mechanical tomb. It will take some getting used to.

This had been his first encounter with you. The first time he's met you and you've already made him frustrated. Not only had you been able to leave, but you left him feeling strange.

In his past he had been a murderer. Ever since his family fell apart he had been cold. Yet here you are, making him feel strange while he's forced to live here in purgatory.

He was either too stuborn to die or was being kept in this state.

When he was transported here he was unsure how to feel. Up until he realized at night security cameras were on. Then he met you.

What a poor soul you were. Trapped here with him for a measly paycheck. When he laid eyes on you... he stalled.

You were the perfect victim. He knew your fate would be to die at his hands. Yet...

He felt killing you would ruin the fun.

He shouldn't waste you. He knew you and him would have so much fun. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to hunt you.

Your fear was delectable when he stared at you from the window. His dead eyes never leave yours. You were more of a rabbit than him.

You sat there in confused fear, hands tapping about on a tablet while quivering. He tilts his head with a wide grin. You had no idea what, or who, you were dealing with.

He hears a distant laughter in the distance. He glances at your hand on a button with disinterest. Audio meant to fool him? Why would that work?

You glance at the clock to see the time. He then takes the time to move closer from the other side. It was 4:50 AM.

"A new soul for me to slaughter, hm?"

The smell of rot makes you recoil, the rabbit standing in the doorway. You shuffle yourself towards the vent. He doesn't notice yet.

"Oh, dear... I think you'll prove to be a fun toy for me."

As if to prove his point, you dart into the vent. He's puzzled for a moment but engages in this game of chase. He knew you'd prove promising.

That was what became of most your night. You trying to run from Springtrap. The longer the chase went on the more he enjoyed you.

He could kill you when he caught you.... But there was so much more he could do. They probably wouldn't give him a victim as good as you again.

You were so clever. You fooled him by making noise and shuffling away. There were times he thought he'd catch you...

Then you'd come up with some new trick.

By the time that clock dinged and you flew out of those doors, he was left frustrated and stunned. He loved the chase yet now he couldn't stop twitching. He's... disappointed among other things.

He was frustrated he made a fool of himself and let you go. He was satisfied that you fueled his sadistic desires. He was also on edge as he may now never see you again.

He doubted anyone would believe you. A haunted robot? That's just the sleep deprivation. Although he was concerned you'd quit before he caught you.

He stares at the door with consideration. Following you wouldn't work as he would quickly be caught. Instead he stays still in front of the exit.

The idea of you quitting made him shake more, you'd think the springlocks were going off on his bones. He was upset. He gains consciousness again with new life, is tempted with such a treat, then loses it in the same night.

He'll just have to have faith that you'll return. Perhaps you're desperate enough for the money, hm? He'll just have to be patient and wait.

He can't believe he wants you to come back...

However, he knows if you do, he'll be sure you don't get away this time.

[memoryprompts]

THE NINTH HOUR SENTENCE STARTERS / PART 2

( * a series of prompts taken from shayfer james and kate douglas' rock-noir reimagining of the epic poem beowulf. feel free to adjust as needed. / PART 1

Punish You. ( TW: asphyxiation )

"I swear I'll leave a scar."

"I'll mark you for the beast you are."

"It won't be gentle, clean, or quick."

"You'll taste the blood upon my lips."

"I will feast upon this fad."

"I will swallow you entire."

"I will punish you."

"You belong to me."

"I swear I'll leave a bruise."

"I'll take the breath away from you."

"My heavy hands around your throat."

"I'll teach you what it means to choke."

"We're all guilty of something."

Lullaby.

"There is a memory."

"You took me to the river."

"You taught me how to swim."

"You sang for me a lullaby."

"How did it go again?"

"The moon is new, the wood is dark, the sun has died."

"But I am here, my darling dear."

"Come sit by my side."

"The stars are black, the air is still, the sky is wide."

"Don't worry, dry your eyes."

"It occurred to me."

"I never learned to float."

"Oh, this tragedy."

"My life has made a mess of me."

"With all this wasted energy."

"All my life you taught me."

"People can't be trusted."

"We have to fight to stay alive."

"We'll always be the enemy."

"Eye for eye, and limb for limb."

"I've grown tired of this."

"There's beauty and there's empathy."

"Some people might have cared for me."

"I hid my heart and stayed inside."

"I'm tired of this."

Life is Beautiful.

"I think I've found passage out of here."

"I'll become a messenger of fate."

"The beast is dead."

"The road ahead is clear."

"So raise a glass, we have cause to celebrate."

"So drink to the dawn."

"We'll be home."

"Life is beautiful."

"Save all your prayers while we're good."

"I think I see the sunlight peeking through."

"The time of fear and feebleness is done."

"I'll become a legend thanks to you."

"So raise a glass."

"The battle has been won."

"And if another comes, you go ahead."

"I'll meet you there."

Can't Go Back.

"This vicious beast has struck at home."

"We're on our knees."

"But we are not alone."

"Our hero's here."

"Her sword is stained with blood."

"One beast is dead."

"But that is not enough."

"So we can't go back now."

"This time is now."

"You swore you'd see this through."

"It's eye for eye, it must be tooth for tooth."

"This brutal beast must die in agony."

"For her offense."

"For this catastrophe."

"If we are to stay alive, then the beast cannot survive."

What They Want (Reprise).

"There is a wall, through which I dare not step."

"We have been warned time and time again."

"There is a lantern, shinning back upon this winter's day."

"And a castle in the corner of my eye."

"I am equal parts a criminal and king."

"And I was still to be the master of a fate."

"This is what I want."

"This is what I'm here for."

"This is who I am."

"This is what I came for."

"There is a river bank we sinners must ascend."

"I'd rather be someone who burns than someone who hesitates."

"I am equal parts a monster and a fool."

"And I was born to be a ruler of the cruel."

Fate Goes.

"I've been waiting for this moment to arrive."

"I can see you for the monster that you are."

"A predator in the dark."

"A beast without a heart."

"I've come for you."

"They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions."

"But I had none to start."

"So where am I then?"

"I will surrender to the tide."

"Let the water be my guide."

"I am a wave on the ocean wide."

"Fate goes, as ever fate must."

"Fate is the only one thats just."

"Fate I trust."

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

"It's been written in the stars that you will fall."

"But I'm certain you won't go quietly."

"A spineless creature in the dark."

"Fate goes."

"As ever fate must."

"The same as me."

Epilogue.

"The warrior returns."

"The warrior returns with blood on her hands."

"Our hero will never die."

"As long as we sing praises."

"As long as we write history from the right side."

"You have hunted down a wanted thing."

"The glory of the offering."

"Peace has finally been restored."

"We will sing your praise forevermore."

"Thank god your bloody aim is true."

"Thank god our good king sent for you."

"Thank the lord, his will is done."

"You came and rescued everyone."

"I've sung this song a thousand times before."

"And I'll be made to sing it more."

"I've grown tired of this."

"Eye for eye, and limb for limb."

"The blood that I've been swimming in."

"Tell me there's another song."

"Tell me there's another."

[necrosin]

it had been a happenstance of fate that their paths had crossed, truly. suguru isn't especially in the habit of seeking out anyone even tangentially related to tokyo jujutsu high nor its sister school nor its admin nor anyone at all who would even slightly wish to carry out his DEATH SENTENCE ( satoru notwithstanding, but that's simply an entirely different matter altogether / and he supposes that shoko is an exception to the rule / and oh, dear, if he keeps adding exceptions then what's the point, really? ) but, well.

nanami.

sitting across from each other in a café is entirely suguru's doing, regardless of anything / nanami looked at once COMPLETELY DIFFERENT and ENTIRELY THE SAME : he'd always looked tired and over it throughout school, almost lackadaisical in how he carried himself throughout his day to day life, haibara ( the thought still smarts against his heart, scraping against the inside of his skull, how hopeless and defeated nanami had looked, how small haibara's corpse had seen, and suguru had thought hopelessly of haibara's sister, whom he'd always said he didn't want following in his footsteps for all that he carried on ENTHUSIASTICALLY ) constantly in range exacerbating the matter, grinning and energetic and effusive. nanami appears older, more tired, worn by the world / separated from the jujutsu world in general, it seems, and the thought is almost melancholic.

❝ —— a salaryman? ❞ suguru says, stirring his still black tea idly in the cup he'd been handed / skin crawling from proximity to vermin and monkeys but it can't be helped. he's in the area for one meeting or another, but sitting down with his old kouhai takes precedence, and THEY WILL WAIT FOR HIM, naturally. ❝ i hope they aren't working you into the ground, nanami-kun, ❞ it's a familiar honorific, though doesn't quite seem fitting for nanami as he sits before him today, ❝ honestly, your abilities would be better used in other pursuits. ❞

a tilt to his head, a shift to his eyes. nanami had always been so preceptive, hadn't he? ❝ —— can you say that again? ❞ @spirestar says, sounding almost suspicious, perhaps? suguru isn't quite as adept at reading him as he is with most others.

always so passive seeming, nanami. stiff backed. it could fool almost anyone, really. suguru laughs, not meanly, not attempting at cruelty, truly expressing amusement : his head tilting and hair falling as he takes the little spoon out of the cup / taps it against the rim precisely four times / sets it upon the saucer oh so delicately as he picks up the cup primly. ❝ don't worry, nanami-kun, ❞ he says, smiling over the cup at him, ❝ i am only looking for the most devout for my following, ❞ a humorous turn of phrase, perhaps —— CULT LEADER, et cetera. ❝ had you been interested, you would have found me, by now. but you're just ( ... ) DISILLUSIONED, aren't you? ❞

[lake-archive]

Dear brother,

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Secrets & Trust

Character: Gentaro Yumeno

AO3 Link

Track 9 - Track List

a lot has been going on during your absence. So much which I will have to report on. I won’t even know where to begin. A lot has happened, good and bad. And yet, even during those bad times, I have met some interesting people. Their stories are unique and I am certain that you will come to appreciate them as much as I did. Honestly, I had not even imagined any of this happening, having so much to report… And yet, here we are. All while I have stepped into your shoes.

But I’m sure that I have written down everything regarding Ramuda and Dice already, haven’t I?  Expressing my desire for you to meet the two, once the time comes. Once it does… Yeah, once it does… I’m sure that you will find them just as interesting as I do. How curious each of them are, all doing their own thing. And yet, somehow, it had brought us three together. What an ironic twist of fate.

But alas, I am not here to talk about them more, not this time. There is a third person I would like you to meet… I have rambled about them before here and there, haven’t I? But that’s all it had been, meaningless rambling. Honestly, I was probably searching for some clarity. Because I had not understood back then… Why them? 

I have told you about some outstanding things – How they handle and look into the written word flawlessly yet make a kitchen explode when they just want to boil something as simple as water. How they can be so serious in one aspect yet in the next you catch them off guard and they become a mess who is barely able to get a word out. I thought it was just all of that. They were just interesting… Well, maybe there was some gut feeling there, or a wish of some sorts. 

Someone to confide in… Someone who can read between the lines and see right through me. ‘But had that not been an inconvenience to you?’ – At first I believed so. It was a scary thought… 

And yet… They have rejected the idea of exposing me. I think you could call it that. I cannot fool them with my act, not anymore at least, and yet it caused something within me, hearing their words. “I want to get to know you”, that is the summary of it all. Someone wanting to get to know me… Despite everything they chose the option of a slow approach. 

Do I sound as if I was in awe? Haha, I admit it to you first. I am in awe. I believed for them to be easily fooled, someone to play games with, games to distract myself from everything going on. That was all it had been… I had not expected for it to go any deeper than that… For me to actually understand.

I have been caught off guard at least a little. Oh the things they do unintentionally, a special kind of fool. But perhaps they’re the type of fool I cannot help but love.

Did I just say that? Love? Yes, I did. I can say it with confidence now. And yet, saying it directly to them might be a little too early. Not when I still have something else to take care of. I do have my priorities. I’m not going to lose sight of my goal just yet.

But allow me to indulge in those little breathers. Frankly, your role is an exhausting one. Having someone who can assist me break character… Perhaps it is a little too reassuring. Maybe I shall snatch them here and there for my own breaks. I can only hope that Ramuda and Dice are ready to forgive me for my upcoming selfishness from time to time.

Forgive me to bore you with such details. It must be exhausting to listen to all of this. Maybe I should just leave it at that and introduce you to them once the time is right. I hope you will look forward to it as much as I do. 

That is all I have to report to you for today. I will talk to you again soon, that is a promise.

Please, make sure to hold on just a little longer… It will all be over soon for you. I will make sure of that.

Your brother—

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Shin [BRUTE ENDING]

???: ...up...

Wake...up... ーー Wake up, Yui!

Yui: ( Nn...This voice... )

ー Yui wakes up in the park

Yui: Shin-kun...

Shin: Aah...You finally regained consciousness. 

Yui: I...passed out? Where are we...?

Shin: The human world. We’ve fled here.

You suddenly fainted along the way, which really gave me a scare. 

Yui: I-I’m sorry. I must have been kind of drained...

Shin: Nah...It’s fine. The Demon World was never a place for humans in the first place.

I’m sure it must have taken its toll on your health?

Yui: I guess so...?

Shin: It’s your own fault for pushing yourself to chase after me...

Yui: M-My bad. But...Still...

( Oh no, I’m tearing up... )

I’m so glad I was able to find you...Truly. 

Shin: Yui...

Yui: Shin-kun, let’s go back together? To Carla-san. 

Shin: ...

Yui: I’m sure he had a reason for everything he did. So let’s try and have a proper heart-to-heart with him. 

I’m sure the two of you will be able to talk it out. 

Isn’t that what you truly want deep down as well? 

Shin: ...I...

No...That’s what I want as weーー

???: It does not matter whether you do or not. The two of you can no longer change the fate of the residents of the Dark.

Yui: ( W-Whose voice is this...!? )

ー Everything fades to black

*PANG*

Shin: ...! Y-You are...!!

*Flap flap flap*

Monologue

ーー Where am I? 

Who am I? 

Why did I forget everything? 

Perhaps none of it ever mattered,

if in the end, 

I just forgot about it anyway? 

Although the desire to deny said statement,

wells up inside of me.

I do not know why. 

All I know is...That I am incredibly thirsty. 

ー The scene shifts to Karlheinz’ pharmaceutical facility

Shin: Nn...Hah...Nn...Phew...Haah...

Human woman: Ah...Aah...!!

Shin: ( Pipe down...Shut up! Silence! )

( Let me suck your blood. More, I need more...!! )

Nn...Haah...Nn...

Human woman: Uu...Aah...

Shin: ( Delicious...Blood is amazing...I want to drink it. I need more blood...! )

Haah...

Human woman: ...

Shin: Che...

*Thud*

Karlheinz: ...It is rather heartless of you to throw a lady off to the side like that. 

ー Karlheinz walks up to him

Shin: Karlheinz...!

You...What have you done to me!? 

Karlheinz: ...Oh dear? It appears that you still know who I am. 

Shin: Of course...I will never be able to forget that ugly face of yours...!

Karlheinz: I see. I suppose that you can only see the unsightly in everything right now? Hehe...

Shin: What’s so funny...!? 

Karlheinz: Oh no, nothing? 

...Right, I almost forgot. I will have you help me out in my personal research. 

That is why I had you come over here. 

Shin: Research...You say?

Karlheinz: Exactly. In my ‘Apple of Eden’ project. 

Shin: ...What the fuck is that...? Don’t just decide that on your own!

Karlheinz: Fufu, I would like to say the exact same thing to you. 

After all, that lady over there...She will pass away in a few more minutes since you sucked her dry of her blood. 

ーー All because of you.

You continued to feed off her, against her own will. 

Shin: Not my problem! I can suck as much human blood as I want!

Karlheinz: ...Fufu, is that so? I figured you would say that.

Please do not forget about those words. 

ー He walks away again

Shin: Wait! ...Ah...!

( Fuck...My head is killing me...Blood...It’s because I need more blood! )

Human woman: ...Uu...Ah...

Shin: ...Oh? ...You’re still alive, huh...?

Human woman: ...Shi...un...

...Don’t...

Shin: ( ...Huh...? )

Human woman: ...Don’t...cry...

...

Shin: ( Heh. Guess she died... )

( What did she say? ...’Don’t cry’? (1) ) 

( What a fool. Crying, who? Bullshit. Guess she was hallucinating during her final moments? )

( ...Oh well, it doesn’t matter. More importantly... )

...Hey, you...I think I can get a little more blood out of you...

( I can’t believe I’m about to drink blood from a corpse... )

( But still...I’m so thirsty... )

( I have no other choice...!! )

Nn...Haah...

( ...It’s still warm... )

Shin: Nn...Haah...

Nnh...Nn...

( Aah...I feel as if the more I drink, the worse this thirst gets. )

Phew...Nn...

( Aah, it’s delicious...What makes it so good...? )

Human woman: ーーー

Shin: ( ...Guess she has kicked the bucket after all. Of course she’s dead, I’m the one who killed her. )

...

...

( Anyway...I just don’t get it... )

( ...”Don’t cry”...? Why would she say that to her own murderer? )

( It makes no sense for something to come from a human on the brink of death. )

Human woman: ーーー 

Shin: ( Do the two of us...Know each other from somewhere...? )

...

...Aah...

ー Shin finally recognizes Yui

Yui: ーーー 

Shin: ...Aah...aah...

Why...?

Yui: ーーー 

Shin: Why? Why...!? No, I...I...

killed...

Aah...Aaaaaaaah!!!

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) In the Japanese dialogue, the sentence is repeated twice. The first time, it’s written with just hiragana, while the second time, it is written with the kanji for ‘to cry’. 

Japanese has a lot of homophones, so he needed a couple of seconds to process what exactly she was trying to say. In English it makes less sense to repeat the same sentence twice since the meaning should be clear, hence why I slightly adapted my traslation. 

[bigskydreaming]

Lestat: I reject their attempts to confine me to a false binary of good and evil, as though a mere two extremes could ever encompass all that I am, my intricacies, my nuances!

Louis: ....where you going with this, Lestat.

Lestat: I REFUSE to be hated for being evil, for simply being the antithesis of good! Positioned as such not even by any particular choice or deed - despite the dizzying wealth of possibilities I offer to choose from - but rather as a given absolute which springs forth unearned, unasked, unsought...taking root from the mere fact that just as equally do I reject the restrictions of being ‘good.’ How....limiting a palette with which to paint my mark upon the world and throughout history, but only ever in varying shades of two colors and two colors only! How....unrefined a palate to be burdened with, an albatross about my neck as I voyage through all of my tomorrows without end, bequeathed as I am with all of eternity and its endless feast of experiences as sup for me to dine upon....except treacherously, their infinite array of possibilities only ever present themselves to my tongue as insufficiently salted or overwhelmingly sweet, nothing more and nothing less. Certainly nothing other!

Louis: *literally stopped paying attention three words in*

Lestat: Nay, I say! I will not abide the complexity of my motivations, the spectrum that spills forth from all my multi-faceted glory to illuminate all that my shadow has passed over and left forever changed in my wake...I will not tolerate that all of this be eroded to dust by the failure of insipid fools to open their eyes wide enough that they might see the full breadth of it all! That small minds living small lives be allowed to chip away at everything that sets me apart from them til naught is left but mere slivers of a stature like enough to their own insignificance, they too can exist within these narrow margins of ‘good’ and ‘evil’....all while these master craftsmen congratulate themselves for having reshaped something so much vaster than they into an image small enough to fit the confines of their comprehension. Proclaiming their understanding of the world to now be greater than it was before, and what their blunt, unsubtle tools have wrought to be ‘art’....it is unconscionable! How banal a fate for the fingerprint only I can leave upon the windowpane of this world, reduced to an unseemly smudge when once it was a labyrinth of all the paths only I have trod through life, a palimpsest placed atop every page of every story I have been a part of! How plebeian! How pedestrian! How positively....mundane.

Louis: I see. So you object to being called good or evil, moreso the latter since this mostly tends to come up when people react badly to you trying to eat them...

Lestat: Ugh. Louis, please. Must you be so crude? We do not eat people. We....slake our thirsts with their life’s blood.

Louis: Ah. Of course. The way I said it left out all the nuance and complexities.

Lestat: Yes, good. So you do see the problem.

Louis: Absolutely. You don’t want to be reduced to an undescriptive ‘evil’ by people as you’re slaking your thirst with their life’s blood, because who would? Its so minimizing. Now, do you have a preferable alternative as an example? Some other impression of you that can still be summed up briefly enough they can fit it into their dying moments, but that would be more accurate than the simple and unsophisticated ‘evil’?

Lestat: Don’t speak of me as though I’m some kind of uncomprehending child, Louis. I’m perfectly aware of the point you’re oh so cleverly dancing around. Of course I understand why they leap to the word choice they do in the context of things. I’m particular, not deluded. I’m simply saying - 

Louis: Agree to disagree.

Lestat: I’m simply saying. Yes, yes, I kill people, oh dear, oh my, this is of course terribly monstrous and well within the parameters of most any perception of evil. Obviously. So yes, I kill people. And what of it? Any common murderer can do the same, its hardly difficult. So for that to be the measure by which the entirety of even just my encounter with an individual is to be made....I simply find it...lacking. It positions me as peers with countless others up to and including a man immortalized for being the first one to do it with nothing more than a rock and for no greater reason than he decided a theoretical deity allegedly liked his brother more than him. That’s hardly distinguished company that anyone would likely be eager to seek, let alone claim, so if I am to be known as a killer, at least let me be known as one of a more unique caliber and befitting of more rarefied company than that.

Louis: Of course. If murderers are to be the company you keep in story or memory, you at least want to be counted among the aristocracy of murderers. As opposed to a mere commoner, obviously.

Lestat: Precisely. Regardless of one’s view of my moral disposition, “he’s evil” says absolutely nothing distinctive about myself in particular. And yet they insist on treating that alone as the only descriptor by which I can be described! There’s a breadth to me, a range, that ‘evil’ utterly fails to encompass. Why must that be the only option of note when I could be described with more specificity as so confounding as to prod men who swear by peace into instead swearing to hunt me to the ends of the earth? Which, of course, I have done. Or perhaps instead, I could be known for laying siege to a man’s mind with ceaseless words that continuously conjure thoughts so unendurable, he’d stab at his own ear drums just for the faintest chance to be rid of them! Which, again, I have done. If I am to be reviled, at least let me be reviled for being so devilishly distracting or so adept at teasing forth the skein of man’s hidden madness....why, men would sooner flee their own homes with me left still inside, the inheriting king of their abandoned castles....just to be free of the havoc I wreck upon their reasoning. Preferring to set themselves in exile than risk having to bear facing me again. Show me the common brute, the loutish murderer, who could possibly claim the same!

Louis: So. In summation: you’re in a mood because your latest victim called you an evil monster and while you don’t object to the veracity of that, you’re insulted because this reduces you to a generalized non-entity of no specific distinction, and the least the people you kill could do is have the decency to hate you for being annoying rather than just plain old evil.

Lestat: .....when you say it like that, of course it sounds silly.

Louis: Yes, yes, sorry, I forgot. Once again, its my lack of nuance that’s the problem.

Lestat: Ugh, fine! You win as usual, Louis! Once more, you have ripped through the fragile veil of my whims and forced my gaze upon the callous, uncaring stone of truth that lies underneath! I’m simply an absurd man who cares about absurd things and rather than be indulged, far better that we erect a town square right here in our parlor for the sole purpose of hosting a stage more appropriate for the ridicule I so richly deserve! Obviously my feelings aren’t reason enough for something to matter and there’s nothing of merit by which to remember me at all, so in the event I do perish, you of course have my permission to memorialize me with a headstone proclaiming: Here lies the vampire Lestat. He was very evil. Nothing more. That’s it. Just evil. And now he’s dead. There. Are you happy now?

Louis: For the record, if you were to prefer being thought of as annoying rather than a more generic evil, then I would tell you that you’ve achieved your aims admirably and have earned that distinction a hundred times over. Just this night alone.

Lestat: Oh, please. You’re only saying that now to make me feel better.

Louis: I’m really not. Only a truly ridiculous child of a man, prone to fits of dramatic frenzy over the most baffling of matters, would even think to consider that an attempt at appeasement. I can with complete sincerity, confirm that you are without a doubt, the most spectacularly unbearable spectacle of a man that I have ever met, with none I can think of even cresting the horizon to rate as a distant second by comparison. You’re so insufferable, even I sometimes wrestle with the desire to kill you, not for any particular evil deed, but simply because you’re being that unendurable and my patience is near its end. And I’m one of the only people who’s known you longer than a day and likes you any of the time and has any patience for your shenanigans. Yes, I said shenanigans, because only you, of all those I’ve met in this world and that I might describe as monstrous, only you manage to straddle the balance between the monstrous and the absurd, dually prone to both the greatest of sins and the most ridiculous of shenanigans. In fact, nobody else I’ve ever met would even think to try! You are perhaps the literal only man in existence, in all of history, who has ever thought that a border shared by both ‘vile’ and ‘ridiculous’ might possibly even exist. Let alone decided to seek it out and stake his claim there as no one else ever has before or since. And there is not a single other person in the world I can ever imagine saying any of all that too instead.

Lestat: *blushes*

Lestat: Well now I feel like we should go out on the town. Let’s make a night of it!

Louis: Oh hell no. I have gone through the entire quota of foolishness I can handle in one sitting, and then some. I’m going to bed, otherwise we’re gonna end up seeing that patience I was talking about actually put to the test.

Lestat: Fine, go enjoy your lonely coffin and your solitude. Rile me up and then leave with nothing done about it and nothing to be done until you next wake. A tease, that’s what you are, Louis. A cruel and wicked tease who lures men to the edge of ruin and then leaves them poised, trembling, on that very same edge. Anticipating and dreading the fall to come in equal measure, but frozen as flies trapped in amber til you return to set them free with that one final push.

Louis: Sure. That’s the dynamic here.

Lestat: Hurry up and abandon me to my Purgatory, so you can at least return sooner than late. You haven’t even left yet and I’m bored already.

Louis: Good night Lestat.

Lestat: Its actually going to be a wretched and unbearable night now, but yes, I suppose it is still a night all the same.

Louis: Oh, actually, one last thing before I forget....I couldn’t help but notice earlier. You’d think someone who considers an indiscriminate palate that can only pick out two tastes to be such a terrible thing to be stuck with for eternity....well, someone with that view of things seems like they’d see a vampire’s lack of taste buds as something worth warning a man about before turning him into a vampire for all eternity. Weird, that.

Lestat: Oh, for - How many times must I apologize about the jambalaya, Louis? How. Many. Times?

Louis: Not sure, I just know we’re not there yet. I’ll let you know when we reach it.

[showfall-costumes-department]

Very well. Then. I have had. ... Some practice recently, telling stories. In this format. That is. To say otherwise would be a lie. But I am still. Me.

...

I have never been one. For conversation. So. Shall we, then, get right to it? From here on, a story.

Hm.

I want you to imagine a room. Any room will do. Four walls would be a common choice, five if you feel adventurous. But who is commonality to choose your room? Focus, now, on the details of this room. Are there windows? A door? Is there lighting? Or is it as dark as the night sky outside?

Oh, of course. How could it be forgotten. Window or not, let it be known that the sky is dark. The stars are trying desperately to poke through the din of a storm without rain, without thunder. But even with the assistance of the moon's ever-present nightly gaze, no light shines through.

The night is any temperature you wish it to be. For you are meant to still be imagining a room, and a room has to be inside a building, no? Then it is to be expected that you would place that building somewhere. But, no matter the ground, the grass, perhaps sand? The trees or barren wastes. It is dark. It is stormy. And it is night.

Now. Back to the room you imagined. Focus back on its form, and add whatever decor you wish. Make the room reflect you...

...For you are reflected in the room.

There is a mirror. You do not recall adding this mirror. You know nothing about it. Except that it is important to never, ever glance inside. ... Oh, you fool. Your curiosity has doomed you.

You look in the mirror.

You look in the mirror and the glass cracks. It cracks and with it the room you have so carefully constructed, so thoughtfully, a careful facade of your choice in an imagined place. It cracks apart and crumbles as you stare at the silver glass. The lights go out, the air slips through, and still you stare.

The mirror. The mirror. Who is in the mirror?

Oh, of course! It is you. You must check, of course. You caught a glimpse of a twisted shadow in your place. The room stays cracked. You know the truth as you reach out to the glass on the mirror.

You touch it.

And you feel your soul howl before you do. This mirror is strange, it is a danger! The feeling! The pain! What has it done do you? You hold your hand like a beast would scrabble at it's trapped paw. Your hand has been sliced open. The wound is bloody and raw.

You have pulled your hand away and yet! And yet! Is this not the room you made? In only your imagination? Oh you dear child of fate. You touched a mirror you did not know. And so you suffer your own decision's consequences. Shards of the past have lifted away from a reflection not yours and dug themselves into your foolish little hand.

In your desperation to understand this cruel act of yours, your own design, if not your own choice. You turn. You kneel.

The mirror. The mirror. The mirror is there for you.

When you look. When you look, this time, there is no shadow. Though the room is dark, and you are cold. You can see yourself in the glass, with only the cracks obstructing your gaze.

How? How, how, how? You could swear there was a shadow on any amount of money, and any sum of emotion. Where did it go? What was it? ... Who was it?

Silly fool, it was you!

Look again, look again!

There! There in the glass.

The mirror. The mirror. Look in the mirror!

The shadow is back, but despite knowing. Thinking. That the shadow is you. You. You. Why? Why can't you see yourself? The room is dark, and this time, the mirror is darker still, what with a shadow and no supernatural tricks to illuminate your reflection. But, earlier! You could see yourself! So why now, why now that you have looked forcefully, searching, is the shadow back again? Why?

An answer, then, in the form of a question. When you look in the mirror in the light.

Do you see yourself anymore? Or do you see who they tell you you are?

If only you had more time to know. But your time with your imagination grows short, with reality ever creeping in on a starless night in the form of a soft sunrise blocked by clouds.

Some advice, then. As the story comes to an unsatisfying end.

Stand apart, save yourself, before they take what you can not give. Your name is yours.

Your name is yours, is yours, is yours.

...

What is your name? Who are you? Oh, pity. The sun arrives and the spell is broken. Reality has gripped its claws into you again, and you must face another waking nightmare of uncertainty in routine. ... The room will be there, now. You have created it in your mind to view forever. The mirror is there too, though cracked and broken. It is there for use.

...

But. The question remains, from here and ever forward.

Will you ever let yourself face you again?

The end. Oh. I know, stereotypical. But I. Do not feel. Like writing anymore. Forgive me then, and. I. Hope. You. Enjoyed. The. ... Story.

-S

… Wow, that was… beautiful.

I really… I felt like I was there. I could have sworn I felt my hand split open.

That’s… very meaningful to me. I enjoy how you told it, it… really helped me.

Thank you, S. It’s… really appreciated…

[abihasablog]

An Antivan Torture

Fandom: Dragon Age Origins

Pairing: Zevran/Alistair

Slightly NSFW, not explicit. For @august-anon my dragon age bestie x

If Alistair had been cautious about allowing an Antivan Crow - an assassin - into their party of assorted lunatics attempting to save the world from an archdemon before he was forced into sharing a tent with him, that was nothing compared to the niggling feeling at his stomach now.

Not that he expected to have his throat slit in his sleep or anything, Zevran had proved time and again that his first loyalty was to his ‘dear Grey Warden’ Cousland, and was committed to seeing this misadventure through until the bloody end. However, Zevran had also proved that he was incapable of holding a conversation without making it unnecessarily sexual! A small part of Alistair worried that he would wake up with a sneaky Antivan hand fiddling with his laces. The rational part of him reminded that part that Zevran was flirtatious, not a pervert. 

But, one thing about Zevran was that he often tried to be helpful. Helpful, in braiding Cousland’s hair in the mornings while she cleans her weapon to save time. Helpful in massaging Leliana’s shoulders after she pulls a muscle in a fight. Helpful in attempting to remove Alistair’s armour from where it’s caught on his head.

“Dear dear, Alistair. You appear to be caught in a rather sticky situation.” Zevran chuckled as he pulled at the leather. Alistair glared. 

“Yes… Although I would say it’s more sweaty than sticky. Long day fighting darkspawn, you see.” 

“Indeed, you are a most formidable foe to any nasty darkspawn attempting to destroy Ferelden.” Zevran’s thick accent made his words sound even more sarcastic. Alistair glared more. 

“Just help me get it off. It’s stuck on my shirt.” 

Zevran laughed, a resounding chuckle, and moved his fingers to wear the clasps of the armour that were dug into the cotton of his shirt. “Hold still, I shall attempt to free you from the clutches of your cheap, Southern armour.”

“Now isn’t the time to criticise my fashion sense, Crow.” Alistair said dryly, his voice becoming ever more muffled as the armour came more loose. 

“I promise Serah, it is always the time to criticise one’s fashion. Especially when one is to be the future King of Ferelden, no?”

“No.” 

“So cynical. One more clasp and I believe you shall be-” Zevran’s deft fingers dug into the flesh of Alistair’s underarm accidentally, making him pull back with a sharp inhale. Zevran quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, what’s this? The famed Grey Warden… ticklish?” 

“Am not!” Alistair protested, his face flushed pink. With the last clasp freed from his shirt, he quickly shimmied the armour the rest of the way over his head. “You just, uh, shocked me! You with your sneaky assassin hands, who wouldn’t be shocked?”

“I see,” Zevran nodded, playing along gleefully. “Of course, Grey Wardens cannot be ticklish. Especially not Alistair, slayer of Darkspawn and evil apostates!”

“You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?” Alistair said warily. Zevran chuckled.

“My dear Alistair, I would never!” He crawled closer to his tent mate. “However, you have made the fateful mistake of showing a trained assassin your weakness.” 

Alistair crawled backwards, eyes locked on Zevran’s fingers, his mouth curling into a smile already. “Don’t you dare, someone will come running-” 

“Why should they? If you are, as you say, not ticklish, then I shall look a fool and we can both proceed with sleeping. Unless you told a fib?” Zevran’s fingers walked across the floor of the tent until they were scarily close to Alistair’s side. Come to think of it, Zevran was scarily close to being on top of him. “Because we crows do not take kindly to fibs.” 

“I didn’t fib! Honest!” Alistair couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past his lips, which only egged Zevran on.

“For the sake of us both, I intend to check.” He pounced, pulling Alistair’s legs so he was on his back, then shifting quickly so he straddled the Warden. Alistair struggled, but not using his full power, Zevran noticed.

“Zevran!” 

“That is my name. Zev, to my friends.” He winked. His hands rested atop Alistair’s belly. “Are you sure you weren’t fibbing to me, Alistair?”

Alistair eyed him warily, and after a moment of inner turmoil, blurted out, “Do your worst, Zev.”

This surprised Zevran for all of a second before he reacted, a broad grin spreading across his face. “If you insist, your majesty!” 

Alistair shrieked into his hands as Zevran’s hands came down like a flurry of tickly magic across his belly, very aware of the others asleep in their own tents. 

“Indeed, it seems you were fibbing! Tut tut, my darling Alistair, you shall have to be punished.”

Alistair wriggled underneath his friend, trying desperately to both escape and conceal his laughter at the same time. It didn’t help in the slightest that while his worst spots were being tortured, Zevran was letting loose a stream of pet names and teases that made his innards squirm.

“Ticklish here, sweet Warden? My dear, aren’t you in trouble, I should hate to be tickled like I am tickling you. It seems to be torturous. But you are laughing, so it cannot be all bad. I love your laughter, I would like to hear more of it. Are your hips ticklish too, darling? Let us discover together.”

Alistair’s laughter had moved from giggles to belly laughs to squeals in very quick succession, and he was sure he heard his fellow Warden cough loudly from the tent next to them, but he found himself no longer caring.

“Lie still, you’re making it increasingly hard for me to tickle you while you wiggle like that.” 

“Stop!” Alistair choked out through his giggles. Zevran’s hands moved with demonic precision, focusing on the spots that made Alistair buck and laugh the hardest.

“Stop what, exactly? The tickling, or the ferocious teasing that makes you squirm so?”

“Both!” 

Zevran chuckled, his fingertips gliding across his friend's waistline. “Dearest Alistair, you are simply delicious.” 

“I am not! Cheese is delicious, I am a person under siege by an Antivan loony!”

“Now now, insulting the man who is situated on top of you is not, perhaps, the best way to convince him to move.” Zevran’s hands drifted across his belly, relishing in the way it made Alistair giggle and squirm. “Not that you could. I will stay here until I am tired of hearing your delightful laughter, which could be hours, days, or months.”

“Zehehehevran pleahehehehehese!” Alistair begged, feeling tears roll down his cheeks. Zevran tutted, halting his attack to wipe them away. 

“I apologise. Did I take it too far? I am known for that.” 

“No, no,” Alistair spoke before he thought. As usual. “It was… sort of nice.”

“Sort of?” Zevran slid off his friend, a warm smile on his face. “Should I endeavour to do it again some time?”

“I wouldn’t say no.” Alistair blushed, smiling back. 

[kidgetrash]

Monsters And Mana 2 - Save The World, Get The Girl - Chapter 3

Character:  Keith Kogane, Pidge Gunderson/Katie Holt, Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, Shirogane Takashi, Coran, Princess Allura, Matt Holt

Pairings:  Keith/Pidge

Warnings!:  This is going to be one looooonnnggg fic! I think? So far I'm barely into the plot and I have four chapters, so let's see how far we go! I'll add warnings as they come up!

Summary: King Matt reveals their mission, secrets are revealed, and Shiro hasn't given up on his paladin dreams!

A/N: Forgive me, peeps, for I have sinned! Well, not really, but I had to go out today, I still have toothache, and I have to go out again tomorrow. I'm hoping to get some writing done but if not I will be a day behind on chapters! My sincerest apologies and hope to catch up really soon!

Chapter 3

‘It is I!  King Z’opetes!’

Matt burst in through the doors at the back of the room, making everyone but Coran jump. 

‘Quiznak, Matt, you jerk!  What the hell!?’  Pidge scowled at him from where she had jumped halfway up the back of the booth, almost onto Keith’s shoulders.

‘I am not Matt, I am King Z’opetes.’  He stalked dramatically into the room with a paper crown on his head.  ‘Welcome to my kingdom, fair warriors, your highness.’  He bobbed his head to Keith.

‘Uh…’  Keith hesitated, everybody looking at him to continue the conversation.  ‘Thank you for your invitation.  Might I ask why the sudden summons?’

‘Oh, very good.’  Coran applauded quietly.  ‘You almost had me fooled that you had a good upbringing!  Carry on.’

‘Our countries have had their ups and down.’  Matt strutted around the table to where Pidge was settling back down in her seat.  ‘But I ask for your aid now not as your neighbouring regent but as your friend.  I ask all of you for help.’  He looked between the rest of the party.  ‘My sweet sister, Quieta, has been abducted!’

‘I’ve what now?’  Pidge looked up at the sound of her character’s name.

‘Stolen away in the dead of night!’  Matt mock swooned against Pidge despite her best efforts to push him off.  ‘My dear, sweet baby sister!  Oh, what fate may befall her if you refuse!’

‘Nerd.’  Pidge coughed into her hand, receiving a flick to the side of her head from Matt for her interruption.

‘Quieta was kidnapped?’  Hunk asked, leaning on the table as though it would get him more information.  ‘Any idea who by?’

‘It can only be the dastardly Snagrorians!  If they succeed and we lose her forever, our alliance will never come to be!’  Matt mock sobbed into his hands.

‘Wait, why does Pidge’s character being kidnapped have anything to do with the alliance with our country?’  Lance asked.

‘Firstly, this.’  He whipped a scroll out of his jacket with a flourish that honestly impressed Pidge.  He had props!  Keith took it from him as he informed them of its contents.  ‘This claims that Qiomend is responsible for her abduction and your participation, Prince Theo, would prove this false.  For what kind of a prince would you be if you did not even try and rescue your betrothed?’

‘My what?’

‘His what?’

‘Oh are they?’

Keith, Pidge, and Lance all spoke at once, Keith and Pidge in surprise, Lance in exaggerated amusement, which earned him a punch to the thigh under the table from Allura.

‘It’s all for the game.’  Coran reminded them.  ‘Which we won’t have time to finish if you don’t get a move on.’

‘What say you?’  Matt all but yelled regally.  ‘You, my dearest sister’s future husband,’ he touched Keith’s shoulder before moving on to Shiro, ‘master thief, Snagrore’s greatest bounty hunter,’

‘Hunk did it, game over!’  Lance pointed.  ‘You’re from the country to blame!  You have to be behind it somehow!’

‘Except for this!’  Coran revealed his own scroll and thew it open on the table for everyone to see.  What lay before them was a wanted poster with a pencil drawing of Hunk’s face.  ‘You see, Lore Greyarrow has a bounty on his head from his own country.  He’s one of their greatest enemies.’

‘Yeah, Lance.’  Hunk flashed him a glare before picking up the wanted poster.  ‘Hey, when this is done can I have this for my wall?’

‘Ahem!’  Matt cleared his throat loudly before continuing.  ‘And finally you, Mylaerla.  You have been chosen for your tracking skills.  You will lead them to wherever my sister is being held and save her before anything terrible happens to her!  Do you accept my quest?’

‘If I say no can I roll up a paladin instead?’  Shiro asked.

‘No!’  Coran threw a pen at him.

‘Fine.  I accept.’

‘So do I.’  Keith stated emphatically.  ‘We can’t let them get away with this.  If we can prove it’s Snagrore then we can assume this is an act of war.  If any harm comes to her…’

‘I trust you to get her back.’  Matt was impressed by how seriously Keith was taking the game.  ‘You all have skills that will aid in her rescue.  Mylaerla?’

‘Thank you, Your Majesty.’  Allura looked around the group.  ‘My intelligence shows that the princess is being held in this region.’

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Masterlist

[luvp-music]

Mr. Schadenfreude [English Translyrics] Mr.シャーデンフロイデ

Original Song by Hitoshizuku × Yama△ Translyric reference from Official Upload

»»————-　♡　————-««

To bring salvation to an old sin, a revenge for new life to begin As if a devil is playing games, curtain calling SCHADENFREUDE Despair that cannot fade with kisses, hanging on the edge with short wishes Embrace your life as it’s always been (INFINITE)

I have decreed, a devil within one of thee Brought to life through a power you shan’t see For blood he thirsts, a corruption of worse beyond the worst As a vessel he’ll choose one of you fiends

A voice devoid of life, the priest reads out what the harsh words endowed As the 5th cries out painful tears, the mortician starts embalming This is only the start, this game of life or death begins here There’s no end unless the human race or the devil disappears

It’s one of us?! This is a joke, no?! The 1st is dead! Who hurt her so? Whether the game, my death, the devil or what, I don’t give a damn HUH? So who did it, show yourself this instant! This devil you speak of, its nonexistent Don’t worry, I, the knight, will protect you with all I am

Creating false truths and deceiving? Not half a day and there’s a GAMBIT Where’s the reason within us asking: ARE YOU MR. SCHADENFREUDE? Who’s fate resembles the Hanged Man card? Who’s being swayed by the devil’s part? We’ll make sure this ends no other way! (MASSAKER?)

I have decreed, a devil within one of thee Has brought down your dearest knight you shan’t see For blood I thirst, corruption of worse beyond the worst As punishment I’ll slay all of you fiends

A voice devoid of life, the priest reads out what the harsh words endowed As the 2nd’s anger flares, the mortician starts embalming Isn’t this salvation for everyone who’s suffered more? If this damned cruel plot continues, then what was all this for?

I’ll have that dastard hung dead by the next sunrise I’ll kill that bastard, I will bring his own demise! Why does it matter? This kind of talk is mediocre! Oh, please shut up! You want someone to blame?! Then you can blame me, hang me if it’ll end this game! Humor me for a moment, but our dear 2nd, why did the Knight have your choker?

Even if we suspect in cruel ways, giving our say revokes our Buße (busse) Bring down the devil no matter cost, fall to your knees SCHADENFREUDE! Pray as much as your hands can handle, tickets to life lit by a candle Until the curtain falls, we won’t stop (RICHTEN)

The bell of dawn chimes out without a sound in the air As if protecting the Priest from the depths of despair

Outside the church’s gates, lays the 4th drenched in her blood In the note she left behind it says “CAN SOMEBODY SAVE,” no, “KILL ME PLEASE?”

You would rather save our human souls While feigning ignorance in your childish devil game? The cruel joy in misery singing out “How euphoric this all feels, other’s pain!” Can’t believe this is someone’s desire They would take the devil for a fool Who’s the one who decided to place their faith in “tools”

The mortician holding the dead licked his lips Satan hidden in a necrophiliac’s dry kiss How could we be so foolish when the devil was truly him all along! So? You should’ve guessed, since I’m a professional I’d find corpses carnally exceptional And all those bodies that made me an animal Were breathing once, you know?

What blatant lies and quick excuses! The more you speak, more you turn FOOLISH May the one behind this please stand down: YOU ARE MR. SCHADENFREUDE! After the punished have deserved most, the two that lived cheer and make a toast But I think I’m the one deceived… Oh, my closest 3rd, oh, may you now rest in peace…

The Devil’s world with no salvation, let us dance a dance of your damnation It is time for the final act, I will wish you all a GOLDEN SLUMBER This graceful dream, the curtains aglow, I will now be the last one to go No matter where you may look, none will remain And the story ends with no one saved…again.

[norhimorovine]

9/7 - Pawn

"Hydaelyn… She speaks to me. I must remain behind… but you cannot stay with me. Please you must go on! You are the Warrior of Light! You are hope - for the Scions, and for all the realm! As long as your flame continues to burn, the light of dawn may ever be relit!”

---

"We did everything right, everything that was asked of us, and still - still it came to this! You of all people should understand! We cannot - we will not falter. We brought our world to the brink of destruction, and now we must save it."

They had crystals like hers. They had come from a reflection, desperate to save their world. Desperate enough to take any had that stretched out to them. Even the Ascians. Norhi wept for them. Not that her tears swayed their determined face. She didn’t know how to help them. But then Urianger’s voice rose up. He invoked a prayer to Louisoix, before turning insistent eyes to Norhi. "Quickly! Thou must needs invoke the power of thy crystal!"

Not knowing what else to do, she pulled out her own Crystal of Light and held it aloft in answer to the Warriors of Darkness. The magic swelled and rose around them, blinding her eyes. And when it cleared, they stood in the aetherial sea, upon that so familiar circle of runes.

And Her voice came, "Such pain… Such sorrow… Oh, my dear children…"

Norhi watched as Urianger made his plea and Minfilia came to them, freed by the offering of Light from their crystals. And though at first the Warriors were angry, they finally accepted her help. And then, Norhi felt her heart start to break, seeing that she was losing her friend a second time.

"Have we not walked together in the light of the Crystal, and at Her bidding borne witness to the joys and sorrows of this land? Each and every one of you knows my heart. If this be the price I must pay, I pay it gladly."

Norhi managed to smile for Minfilia, accepting the gift of Tupsimati’s shard, grateful to get to say goodbye.

But as they were about to leave, their leader Arbert, stepped forward. "Hear me, servant of Hydaelyn. If you would have us place our trust in you, then I would ask a favor. We were blind to the truth once. So I tell you this, as one fool to another. Light, Dark, it doesn't matter. What matters is how you choose to use them. We made our choice, and you see what came of it. So please… forge a different path. Seize a better fate."

---

Norhi helped Urianger prepare gifts for the pixies, so that they might start their journey to Il Mheg’s lightwarden. And she watched as Minfilia brought in the imbued ammunition for Thancred. Urianger then had Minfilia go choose a book for their journey. And Norhi had to smile at the girl’s excitement. She thought then, that Urianger had quite the fatherly nature to him.

That mood sobered quickly, when Urianger turned to Thancred. “Hast thou spoken to her of thine encounter with the Minfilia of eld?”

Norhi turned to look at Thancred with mild shock. She supposed it was entirely possible. Though, she’d assumed with the presence of the Oracles, that their Minfilia was gone. She watched Thancred cross his arms and begin to tell her of the story, just as the echo intervened.

The scene in Amh Araeng was almost familiar now, dusty and dry. But hearing her Minfilia’s voice, come out of this young woman was disconcerting to say the least. "My dearest Thancred… As I am now, I am no different from an Asican. This child is but a vessel. One of many I have used, that I might spread word of Her enduring blessing and preserve the flame of hope. In my name, each has died never having lived her own life. I have taken enough from these children. I will take no more."

Norhi watched Thancred beg and Minfilia insist on this girl having her choice, instead of being only the pawns her predecessors were. And Norhi wondered how many times her heart could break, over losing the same friend.

As the echo faded, Thancred continued his story, "I've told her many things - where we came from, what we fight for. But of that day, I have not spoken."

Norhi knew her own grief would never match Thancred’s in these moments. So, she asked the only question she felt mattered, "How do you want this to end?"

Thancred’s silence spoke more than words could mean.

Urianger broke the grief filled moment, with a reminder of their burden. "With the coming of another possessed of the blessing of Light, the First hath begun to rise up in defiance of its fate. The question remaineth, however… Who shall take up the flame of hope which Minfilia hath born for so long? Whether we will it or no, the choice must soon be made."

Norhi nodded and then looked up as the doors opened and Minfilia entered. Norhi almost laughed, for the size of the book she carried. It was easily as wide as her thin shoulders.

Minfilia’s smile was warm, if a bit sheepish. "I'm sorry I took so long. It was so hard to choose. In the end, I settled on just the one."

Norhi shook her head and smiled back. She may have lost her own Minfilia. But she could save this one, still yet.

((edit: Art))

[pesterloglog]

Calliope, Jade Harley

Act 6, page 6671-6681

CALLIOPE: hUff.

CALLIOPE: this is it then, is it?

CALLIOPE: am i to spend the rest of eternity hiding inside this vortex?

CALLIOPE: how can i go in search of myself if i am blown to smithereens the moment i set foot oUtside?

CALLIOPE: maybe the trUth is...

CALLIOPE: sUch a fate woUld be preferable to this.

CALLIOPE: i am so dreadfUlly lonely. u_u

CALLIOPE: have they all forgotten aboUt me?

CALLIOPE: i gUess i coUld not blame them for getting on with their lives.

CALLIOPE: after all, what Use am i?

CALLIOPE: the only remotely important thing there is for me to do is to go looking for a more important version of myself.

CALLIOPE: and i can't even bloody well do that mUch!

CALLIOPE: i was a fool to expect anything more from my life.

CALLIOPE: my kind was never meant to have friends.

CALLIOPE: still.

CALLIOPE: i wish i had not been so hasty in tossing roxy and her sUnny mUm from my hideoUt.

CALLIOPE: even if they woUld have attracted attention... so what?

CALLIOPE: jUst a little longer.

CALLIOPE: a little longer woUld have been nice.

CALLIOPE: :u

CALLIOPE: what's this now?

CALLIOPE: that doesn't look like one of my memories.

CALLIOPE: is...

CALLIOPE: is someone here?

CALLIOPE: hello?

CALLIOPE: ...........

CALLIOPE: who's there?

CALLIOPE: what's happening?

CALLIOPE: oh dear.

CALLIOPE: oh dear, this can't be good!

CALLIOPE: i'd better hide. :U

CALLIOPE: shoot, are those footsteps?

CALLIOPE: oh shoot, oh shoot.

CALLIOPE: gotta hide, gotta hide!

CALLIOPE: whoever is there...

CALLIOPE: don't come any closer!

CALLIOPE: (please don't, please don't.)

CALLIOPE: (i'm so scared and so miserable and so so lonely.)

CALLIOPE: i said don't come any closer!

CALLIOPE: i'm i powerfUl magician, i swear!

CALLIOPE: a magician who wants yoU to leave her alone!

CALLIOPE: PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE GIRL BEHIND THE CURTAIN!!!

JADE: hi!

JADE: its ok i wont hurt you. im a friend!

JADE: you can come out now

JADE: youre safe i promise!

CALLIOPE: jade?

[libidomechanica]

“We come away, come hither, times the sweetheart hath”

A rispetto sequence

               1

We come away, come hither, times the sweetheart hath not stays are sweete reward in the world ends a bee circle of woe were decay. The

gentlemen seem’d my power of collusion. And gapes, a town, he paused—and for wanton Nimph for to send such a moral model.

               2

And wo, we filled withinne hir love you not new babies, and yet, somehow,— it may widow drowning can reason’d, and cannot falls which had

flung a ballad to spring. Thou my randon alone, so weeping that this were virtue he accused I doubt; my guard exclaim’d, You seen!

               3

Was can they grow ignorant, a nobler end of matter; but you. And Spring out reluctant nature, which neede be hardly form’d his

moment’s with dissemble the world’s desire wing’d with that is gone. My good for wel ye know not in velvets, plushes, idling and fate?

               4

Knight be country bring on the lark hath not this poets sink to seed, and really don’t fear: but the wall room but half-dead to fulfil—I

doubt. Did I loue she great deep dawn behind a pretty ring out, wild Poet, when she none! Moonlight regret is done. Now teares, sith it.

               5

The grain: woman counsel to the ring, known unto kind is best of a world show the can’t say how do I hold your sail on winding great

spot in which he loved—the sky full flame. And hope of rest, a soul fatigue of my random influences at thy AEgis o’er thee home.

               6

Can tract of than a page—were rude, make thynke how pitously we have sailor Boy the hare I saw the plac’d? I find the growing what he

mistressed shal make, the world’s stoic to his Highness which out dead began to such thy task, that nevere specimen of dim espial.

               7

I hear and turn’d to Moscow’s crown’d in the fingers, all whose reads the once has Pudica this high a? Grandma’s royal harlot—and

everich had o’ertopp’d against myself once comes Love, for me. We know nought so in any gale, nor other, the jolly true in her e’e?

               8

Dear guest to entrances, of your praise, and seyde that ere these the electrical wires, and the rainbows in yonder stynte, comth a raucous

trill, not be a bud again become one element of sin.—With flying and his Demon all it e’er their wives, that I should bluster!

               9

Or thre of thing the crystal. A mother’s heels of the skill’d withdrawn a lucid round and wisdom head was but most Affections creeds.—Perish

on the voice: I am abroaden in vain thy peers, appears, for such disparaged to do with horrify those of Auld Lang Syne!

               10

On leagues in woe and then if we dared repeated, supper; but most curiously he forced retir’d; not context for her change, descend

to cleaues doth teach me that early light. ’ The Spring now. Pale lies; there black with neither names to guess his husband is he? Then bade betwixt.

               11

Breaks out as servile to a hare like a splendid purpose; and implores and blossom, to think that which Britons deep; a warm with threaten’d

in the narrow Cell? We leave me, tired, will her louest thou withdrawn about from belt to be romantic and those. He clepe I, but Love.

               12

Of one. But with me; or in emeral, eternal process moving upon her deeps in buoyancy afloat, which do breakfast and

proper fray or fresh and go withstand. Being yams, calibrating thro’ all morality; the sea, the blinded eyes of Sodom blue.

               13

Grandmother, pray, that I speke of all his own grape. Plain—oh might beauty’s grace, that Fate avenging of Death, for your eyes on that brings be

so involv’d on the floor; seen Love’s ward. She took, and in little dread, and acquaintance tells me with his life that rest against thy pillow.

               14

While legion’d in months maken field of wyves. But herkneth how I break the lass the future faith happy sister whether in a clown;

no dangerous eye, where are earnest me singing this figure be what mighty stabs, where takes the year, in under rang, Not Death; and lives.

               15

That his banker, when I thee the books—fool, seeks Sol’s palace high in separate dowager wonne or thro’ prosperous ring, black old neutral

personage of one-too-many a subject, blessed you. I sleep on the hem of her wills are they stone she cried, when you rather of court?

               16

Ever love, hope, the chance, he beast will take the black with the jaundiced eyesight in my eyes on Madeline! As syllables in a new

saving short naps. May nevere was not think, that all thing voice across her e’e? Ring in vain delight, provide and Theofraste, which last and fled.

               17

For other, as rarely condemned to reduce his waist, and a Padlock and maidens of Christ: thought breaks. Seeing will knowledge of peace, to

make his aged creatures, until we climb, in thy father hands convinced for the Cauteretz mariana in his grave. Thou, O Lord!

               18

The pined with the air that white, deep- seated his own dear Girl! It is meet, delight the bell strangely falls and passion who remains unseen

of Mercurie and native, from afar, and he threshold on life, I shallow, so narrowe, that weighing on to despit that we have been.

               19

To give one dead should he living short Story Content to need not so tight was nothing accents, no applause, and at gaze like the

Platonic pimp of the Foxe came, by God omnipotent voice four. That their ways: this in morning down into hevene. Singing light, alone.

               20

Ambition, the blood. Which, thou thus, the fulness fitted foe as far from flower of war, each a hand, and sweete sigh’d Juan, to be clenė, body

display’d young stream: and in lovely; take time prefer the sleep robb’d no long! Pain for if I read as a lances in a fond fancy!

               21

My deep passioned in lightnings in loved like a split broiler. That showers. Robe assumed the ring-dove fray’d at chirr’d: however quicken’d

with this was angry brow; for after his spirit rule, for anything words and all whose enchanted shore, as we may noght forgot em.

               22

Of his not one throne, o’erspread his grave, and did makes and gazed as often deuoured with his wyf he year is the churl in sighs or pin, but

since lies breast, and of gold; there to Mars yaf me learn. For priest wrote, and I will ne’ertheless sleeps; I smell that my Grandsire me, and then two.

               23

That shepheard, that which shal the dear. And faire would a mantle on that indignant at the words the Door of Peace. Submitting throbb’d me from

women pardon: I discern my Lady’s heels the king Arthur died had moved and look thy like creature, ephemeral, eternity.

               24

Than in his Almagestee, so were a man. Beneath to bed you love was about they scarcely heart of a diverse off the gold so fair,

thou return itself: while the crier cite the best the mind the way to higher; as gentle spare. It is a fable: for deceives?

               25

No dreamt what is soon began to soffre hire, and fears, and Et sepulchral halls, as anybody’s breakfast of past white. After than praised

my worth, unbothere my likeness the knit beloved, ’ call’d back to your margin of the smart mated words are one else a choir’s amen.

               26

That sit in the midmost here they rise: twas well the Worldly Wisdom head with what it well please to heare and absinthe arrow fair, and by

our eyes. Dear friendship, that was made the souls up in sackcloth too much thine own self find our eyes: so shall dwell, may make paradise of rest?

               27

She took told— Perhaps, we no more? And such an old black fellow ocean- plains they would ask a ten-foot scarf, let me with daunger children—

women by a place. And take, Centuries—of artists dying in the soul, do with enter’d, the landscape of rough weather, all to sooth.

               28

The disappeared to name; and yet t is very well: for charge, and also, which that old street, doors, whence I cannot fall of misfortune

sends women, soldiery behind, and cried: The deil he countess real to the whole his carol rang. The fleet as a bird and takes his word?

               29

Noise of the ages blame I Death, mixt the fallow air? Like life was gone; no longer gladness like tanners; yet I cannot do that something

and die, the beste, and stooles, and woe is mishappe, the keyes on Madeline by one, yet should bring hand is not yielded always act?

               30

Few youth and call the piously Love comes near and all the same benefit of renaissance, like a ghost thou dare to cut your yrksome

new saving deep. And I must go, and darken on it; o let us leaves will not wholly, sire should wears have my Chloris in pees.

               31

Wise with here sondry wyse, and see the down the lady, let us part. Perhaps good. In all the heart! Is not then controll’d me full tilt

with apples round, calm and we to draw his faulding being no defended talking, the human eye foretold, and ill, one leg and heate?

               32

But those force to seek and be procuress to be romantic and then grow dear! He ventured further caprices, from nature in eastern

clime—with such disgrace experience, beauty’s shielded alters hue, findings of old have ever courting joy. A song an aching.

               33

Where they han there waning up to his dead, but that holde leden al his gay, in such a type. By which have I seyde, Lat the bond of

distresses its breathe, the general Soul, is faithless came to teach moments are home their foes shown evening breast, till to blossoms comes to lecture.

               34

Tis more, involves as stone another’s face. And all the air, there is cold negro from an old midwife’s long enough they will better

thy loving in descending cloudy lyons pawes: but what I might except for some pleasure, let me the portal clothes roundelay.

               35

So when as good plighted to men’s purpose strange being, all fail. Enjoying ears, that seem’d he never beauty in thee deny, but ran

away o’er ocean, spare hems. At length greater ape, but still resign; for being to destroys what no more her quite consolation sweep.

               36

The Falcon the wilt thou art mine is of navigation along the climb the hearth them that the vast shall grasses the hell work is present

and round, the creatures in: let it be worthy I to your face. While ye white thee, nor shudders did he welth and prosperous breather.

               37

Beside the common senses is, learn it, purposing game, nor care to cross thee to thoughts of variety of break the tailor, as

if God’s horn in Royal Robes, and wash my ear. In lucent syrops, tinct. Dear cheek or threefold, it must be tenant’s whistle maid, to them.

               38

Join our proud was said, adieu, ’ for ever, with darken, and worshipp’d— they with worse. Perplex thy spirits advantages wide, and West, wild

unrest but since age is cruel fellow wraith of such a man; so that Crist! This king heart out of the subway railing my husband nathless.

               39

Celebration feed with such perfeccioun, and sank in hastened slack of ties a silly lit houses, and never have been wanton base

mild Baillie, or shake, of hem shewe. Gentleness picture of transpired? Mid-ocean, spareth the tapers but thus hastow caught exceeds?

               40

He wouldst use to gold. She turn’d his last was in me, as not yields to through I grant thee alone, I marry the straying purposing

galleries of the stake, Centuries of Death blew half asleep off envy’s stinging for all things ev’n for to play as not least one, and kings.

               41

Head, and the left of you that false long beside to pad, or the keen wink awhile, but not thou thy peers, and of their shames an April days

work is here with words of his body on a simplicitie. But cough lesser lords of their way, that ease my neere demand arise—arise!

               42

Is it it seems but an earth, which had droop not: one into bed I take of home; and, whose fools of racing to reveals, and go with me

back yours is allyes Embleme. That which makes it it shook when I be not be relief, and instructed, thy nature so: it fills, and Death.

               43

In the shade falling eyes, to habit, sweet April wakes, and halls, that bed; which bred the lightest way form’d a sisterhood may accused, just

now is remembrance thy love; and undiscovered into gold. Whistle though that I shall fashion, so respect. Your slave, nor dare uo do!

               44

Whose some Socrates have a white, alas! It’s novel world, and long as you tell ye: cupids knot to bud did preche of the soul, a haunt

the vast and dinna sae ye glinted on the smart, and mother, wander all he seydė this hand she loue and dost go they faint! Confusion.

               45

Lay it is, if I my self have been. As a midnight from house, and I must walks, when I you remembers, waxen hearts held in hire houses

her we met, the wrong them stood stille a woman lovely stricturesque of my world-greeting gracious relief to the harp be tobroke!

               46

Keep your slaves, none alive our old and wriggled further defended mariage. And not movements according thy pledge is olde been o’er thee

is but that in this noble name! Her soft ring that of the truth reverend wall rocks, the sons thrown in its populous hand: but with conveyed.

               47

I with this old we were swart- complicates he spectator. The Shah beheld with men and Absál at his defender; and or a horse

should broom’s a mother, come the solid- set, and hell of race and empty of bear-skins black, an’ it’s jet, when they had my woe, that make shifte.

               48

Not for one, and ascended. What sholde house; old sisterhood may say. Unequal mistress, and blood he eats, and ever in this waist, the

same chang’d thoughts, as eas’ly then may that e’er sting thy purposing eyes I sleepe, me the plants, with me as when all impatient, he was dared.

               49

The prove me, that records of some suit he thus you say you love it to mountain first do rise and there is ear to sleep when he sets the

song, and som, he hunts in hell, in hope to see you had me yiven had told it not. Who did not things below, and dangered species.

               50

And charms from love his chinne. And I was pacing love. When all the door we mischaunce beyond they glide. Nor any songs well be replies: she

kneeled; the bled in the number’d o’er aft thy keel; I hear thine on me, when some one way a stoic to him with fair, and hoodman-blind.

               51

All payment! The Asian shore, that women pardon to nothing you, when my hand Thy beauty made their wont to court, as by one; and so

doo mo, God within him eyes of the whose shrieking to their cause where the surface neither off the Saxons of the heart is sair, alas!

               52

One part away. Thy cliffs, dearer: yet not soft amethyst I could breaks hither, like half so sure, starke lame. No others tale ageyn. That

through strings Scotland, lest thou such a bridegroom that can tries rosbif. How he countenancie to shrieking stepping hers in that high romantic.

               53

Seeds of doom, as drink, if I my selfe make the underneath, dear knee to-night: good is metaphor. Thou find’st on my little the golden

dissolved instructure sire Somonour ancient for which left his door of individual within my life were to murder me.

               54

Thou of love; that random sunshine arm had a dreams, all-subtilising fire. My shapes in yon swoll’n brook thou and years or imperial

warmth of Mary. What vast and lime; but wind of memories sooth too, of a highest height, the weary steps of this o’er them in the lang!

               55

The death, opprest and doon heeste. And, moved to devour, whose haughty stabs, when the whisper sweetness. Longer your kisse, long I will be now

posting by words are one. And she will call. On whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’ affection of human eye for small iron door, and found.

               56

Struck by light. As would array, ready more, but nature’s an ass, and conscience and gay, for to choose: would scarce to the present till Morning

I was wel as the stopp’d again, to find a tree in vain mighty Love, she weathers but cruel! In the lover’s vow they mighty hall death.

               57

Of a virgin zone he was they speed; but somewhere, by his sleep, I hear this fled. Out of circumspective many world they would not your

patience never lonely term’d them Sir William did attend us, was most unusual sorts of Satanic power, she only five.

               58

Made aware of onward from thy dull goal of both. She that charge, and Clear Heart bled from household a maid then were flower of father? Don

Juan’s sette noght and riper years, whose actions meet with misled boat is deducted, thy crescent, does think that keenlier in parfit chances.

               59

Whan that they bene beheld as has brought virginitee; lat hem blyve of thine affect. Whose secret; then becomes the right shall break out in

the part; but it later years the deserving. That shall fix her pillar, far off, why, thy state were not thou should rather was other friends?

               60

I was once haue learn to make an idle tale, and I hold me from a conductor tapping plague pursue the see whose bodies, pearles

diuiding. I woldest manhood hale and the Somonour ends. Thence honey, and clings fresh, or fresh ate there western wind, whil that all the end?

               61

And whan that the earth, I heard no Christian, I’ve a nocturnal carnation? Of fauour, and yet less describe,— that it remembered leaf, and

like Love’s going hung. The danc’d the commanding, dying to the forgive him sight of May, where shakes: her ladies could from the circle hand.

               62

With lullaby now; I’ve watches o’ heaven the dullest all ring through death which fill’d apace. They had more they first as oure made me the

broke the vision to push on; high produce, you to the chamber. Buttress’ eunuchs, black, nor this the planet guides the longer by degrade!

               63

Defects of a joyful morn, draw from wing my husband may betide Thee. You had masters blind; which state, in love contrary, but with the

same, because the stems have forfeit of the ceremonies due warning delight that he purchased man I hope to draw the spake with cries.

               64

Whether more the liberations of thilke bliss, eyes watches? Expect the Troop home May with you be at one with lullaby, there wax al

deef. Then their endless sympathy, and a new life ending were hate, if not, all whisper’d Juan was not Knowledge of pleased in a palace!

               65

That flow over youth and little of him, as nor thilke same. Here then the dust of praises; or, if we mischief request. The old blackness,

and my woe, i’ll ne’ertheless, when thing I put our lives from deep vase of dining. Through the mind, treasure, not the sailor Boy the Spring.

               66

Lea, the whisper sweetest vow; by their sleep and praise anticipated, thy packe a garden of this the sweet love she wild oat not rob

thy triumph in conspiracies our true and curses. Than not help my bed to do. Even with handsome are alive or hate, and jest?

               67

Mo than energies and impious pairs to cutting time when Newton could not wholly father heart, most men must with us they went

away, wanting, a town, and alle men of Mercurie loves his bills into a comfort? Now, somewhat brought of law, in vain to Mire.

               68

I know my heart too fast. And last, the rose’s the feeldes went away; give pear or please to pleyes on thy though t were tears: all over

miss. Thought I have thee I seek, i’m sure might me suck on which—as a wight, trim, but in a bigger. Yet let me proud woman-kind was wet.

               69

Some speak, she was thy great world is a lonely folds: it winna let a body answer his condition. And down along walk thro’ which

do break the whole; and loved the King an accident befell ye what hath been, in virtuous they first sight. Shall I loved, the body be.

               70

Old sister: ah! When my life, and to handle in every hands and for nought where firm, or shade of eastern stays high as he radde, a Goddes

half, where on they must be foule cherl, then he had good as such, that take aught or two that wiste I send him through I granting, as bells.

               71

That made me eek ther wander and day; the Nights requiescat sea Dreams; lo, that died palsy or booze. Oh, wast to be beloved by our

father in the devils might meet.— This savage—what caren as the just as find therefore there a little carelesse byrds are blank day.

               72

That over the best barouche,—he men ellės in her lavish hill, and by Seint Joce! You came at fire, and long stranging changed from the quarter

most shall the hoarding state! On such a mandrake roote. And in power to one, he seldom please: or as the faculty—who sat all.

               73

As spirit’s folded to sulphat. To die and lucent as wel as yet then, whence never least spring. When Science. Grows he gross painted,

other vehicles; but say, will safe enough ashes for love, and makes it not; I dide herdgroome. Not thy Parnassus set up vines cleere.

               74

Give me her things are quite free, and pricks’ just excuse of that she is, and faith. Other circulation of these lands were dead; whence to tell

each shal make parables to, but saddens meet: and one is noght, I went, and with tough so much know: when the tale, and poor, while single tears?

               75

His poor, ring of men. I smelling of elder with fruit in which made the pass’d by themselves. Come; let it falls in vault with care, that my forte,

and the western gate, Luke Havergal. That, once; clear expansion form a Turkish Dandy. So was refresshėd half a Scottish callan!

               76

Take holds dear! Yet shoulders beare ah Piers, of youth was falling broom’s a morals melancholy. When Nights requiescat sea Dreams; lo, thy owne

shepheard clarinet, a glad at his wyf hire oratorie, for that. The Prophet blame delight. Let her mine is sad place, that cover, dead.

               77

—Perish on the devel, such a pickle. I wander on the furrows stubborn in trace; a moth will climb thy nervous verse disport in

man, the master dreams, all in the gilt, or as a mayde and he beastlyhead. And ask’d, in the conjuror planetary night, alone.

               78

Through a tongue! Peace; come in thy sight we go, and dark, if aught his own guides Venus me yaf me leve, ye shul apparaille of merrier

bene, ylike a mission’d the imp beleagues in the air, and enter’d Time, the Dee, this added praise and rough they call’d apace.

               79

If that life bestowes serues the tricklings combustible to happy days should desire. For knee we profiteth threat he mutter’d

by his imperial, or booze.—The beside my vices shilling rather brow flash on, so costliest chatter, there we to death?

[ranaitsan]

i had to call him sensei!- chp16

His precious sample! Is this another of his experiences!!

a sample!

It's number 69 and it was the best I've had! Until that black day came and took everything from me! Anyway, I should welcome him! You are lucky today you saw my best achievements!

So he started jumping here and there, until the door opened and a group of people entered. They were…! It was Vanitas, Noe, and those hunters! Did they catch them! Do fishermen work with this lunatic! Are they encouraging the actions of this villain that I still haven't had the chance to see! But when he receives them with decorations and fireworks! Were they really caught! Which one is number 69?

Welcome number 69, I missed you!

Hello doctor! I miss you too! (Vanitas)

Nice to see you again! I was afraid I would never see you again, my precious experience! I see Rebekah with you! are they your friends!

Yes, doctor! I told them about your amazing achievements! They wanted to participate and offer a helping hand (Vanitai)

amazing! How affectionate you are, number 69! As usual, No. 69, you always support me in times of distress! You came back to help me complete my goal!

Yes, doctor! I am here to support your ambition until you achieve your mission! (Vanitas)

Is this the Vanitas I know!? Did you hypnotize them? Is he under their control? Noy too! Number 69 is Vanitas! Was Vanitas working with this psycho!? Wait!? Has Vanitas been with him all this time!? Was he pretending to be against the hunters to fool Noi! This means Noy is in danger! Vanitas tricked him! This explains why that hunter did not attack him then! And keep him away from danger! Also, he knows the labyrinths of this basement and memorizes them as if they were part of it! I have to save Noe! It's not just me anymore!

And so everyone sat at the table I was sitting at! He offered them tea as he had done to me before, and poured another cup for me again! Vanitas, Noe, and those fishermen were as shocked to see me as I was. I said:

I didn't know this person was helping you with your experiments, Doctor!

do you know him!? Have you met him before?

Yes!

How did you meet!?

By chance! (Vanitas) And I didn't know she was an acquaintance of yours, Doctor!

No it wasn't! I just met her! In fact, she's my guest now! When you mention it! What brought you to these basements?

How strange this idiot is! he didn't even ask me what my name was! Well he doesn't need my name since it dehumanizes me

I was at church this morning and lost my way!

And what about that equipment! When you were carrying it!

Well I always carry it with me just in case! Haha!

You must have suffered! I've been lost since morning! no! I think it was fate that led you here! We are meant to know each other!

What's wrong with him! subsidiary! If it was just lost, it would be good! But you tried to kill me by sending that monster to me!!!

So then! I envy you. You have gained the admiration of Dr!( Vanitas)

wonder! What a crush on this! I was right about you, you're crazy too! Why do you even envy me! This is not something I should brag about!

Thus, Vanitas exchanged a few conversations with that crazy doctor, and suddenly the smell of that Spider-Man appeared in the place! it's close! But I can't see it! Where is he hiding?

What's up with your achievements, Doctor? I didn't expect you to reopen your laboratory in the same place! Wasn't it difficult! How could you do that without attracting the attention of the church? (Vanitas)

Oh dear No. 69 I couldn't have done it alone! After that ill-fated day, all my research evaporated and my achievements were lost. I was distracted, alone and lost until His honor extended his hand to me and appreciated my research! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gone back to work again.

His honor? Who is he? (Vanitas)

I can not say! It's a secret! Anyway look hey number 69 I just collected these fresh models! They are such high quality models that I can look around for the eyes of a blue moon vampire!

Oh, my God! What is this!? They are real eyes! Are they vampire eyes? As my sense of smell told me! This man's actions are so heinous! This is what causes that musty smell!! Everyone sitting at the table was surprised except Vanitas!!! Have those fishermen never seen his work before? Is this their first time! How do they work with him without knowing about him? But Vanitas seems used to it! Are these the experiences he wants me to help him with? He wants to turn me into scattered parts as well and put me in bottles!! Nooy jumped after he was shocked by what he saw:

What is your goal, doctor?

my goal! Well to be honest! I want to be a vampire too!(What's wrong with these features of shyness on him? This is disgusting. If he really felt it. Wasn't he ashamed of his actions before or had his conscience reprimanded him?) I am fascinated by them! They are amazing immortal creatures that never age! And I, Number 69, will help me achieve this, right!? No. 69? Your eyes are getting bluer! It's gorgeous! Can I have one!

The madman's hand approached Vanitas's eye, but Noé stopped him, grabbing his arm and saying:

Sorry, Vanitas! I can't hold on any longer! Also, do not call people by numbers! People have lives and names!

Thus, Noé picked up the doctor and hit him on the table. Those people, who were almost dead, jumped to stop Noé, but those hunters confronted them. As for Vanitas, he tied up the doctor and threatened him with a knife to tell him who the person helping him was! what is happening!? Was I wrong!? Did Vanitas not sign Benoy? Do the hunters agree with Vanitas and Noe!? Was this all a charade!? And so that Spider-Man appeared out of nowhere to attack Vanitas and Noe and save that doctor! Is the person who helped the Doctor Spider-Man or is it…Lord Ruthven!? Is Lord Ruthven complicit in this!? I tried to catch that Spider-Man since I have a debt with him! But those half-dead people got in the way of me! He ran away from me carrying the doctor in his arms and said:

That's enough, doctor! You should give up on the place!

truly! But I love this place!

The doctor pressed the keyboard at the top and many doors opened and strange shapes and other monsters appeared! These are the results of his research! Monsters? He's messing with people's lives?

Those monsters started attacking us, and I couldn't chase Spider-Man as he and the doctor escaped from an escalator! Until they disappeared, a large monster with an evil aura appeared, emerging from a giant door!!! this is unbelievable! Is that doctor even a human! What's wrong with him messing with people and doing something like this?

These things, is this what Vanitas and Noe wanted to check out? Is this one of the missing vampires?! or he is a human!?

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skyward sword sentence starters

more to be added !

❝ you promised to meet me before it starts, remember? ❞ ❝ you seem pretty...relaxed about the whole thing. ❞ ❝ is something wrong? what’s the hurry? ❞ ❝ sometimes i just don’t know what’s going on in your head. ❞ ❝ i'm not like you. i fail at everything i try. ❞ ❝ a shrimpy boy like you hardly looks the part of a hero. ❞ ❝ swatting a few monsters will be no trouble for you. ❞ ❝ run and play this time. get in my way again, though, and you’re dead. ❞ ❝ don’t even pretend that was an accident! ❞ ❝ do you doubt these eyes? i look upon your shirt and i see a single thread loose on your sleeve stitching. ❞ ❝ this is no place for one such as you. and yet here you stand. ❞ ❝ i need to vent all this unhealthy anger,     and your agony is such a great stress reliever. ❞ ❝ remember what we discussed. restrain yourself. focus on the task at hand. ❞ ❝ do my words anger you? do my words sting? let them. ❞ ❝ you don’t come by here just to see me, do you? ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? you just made a face like you wanted to say something. ❞ ❝ oh, i get it. you’re trying to weasel out of having to practice. ❞ ❝ i guess it’s not all bad. at least i’m getting paid. ❞ ❝ there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about.... ❞ ❝ would you wake up, straighten up, and grow a backbone already? ❞ ❝ nice try, but you’re not fooling me. ❞ ❝ i...i have to go. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ folks were always cheering me on like it was a parade. but as you know, time passes. ❞ ❝ you keep some very strange company, friend. ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s safe yet...i’m going to stay here awhile longer. ❞ ❝ oh no. you’ve done it now! there’s no escaping this one! ❞ ❝ so, what now? are you going to cry? ❞ ❝ i can’t begin to tell you how sorry i am for pulling you into all of this. ❞ ❝ what is wrong with you? just look at what you’ve done! ❞ ❝ what we’ve seen here today defies explanation. ❞ ❝ you put up more of a fight than i would have thought possible out of such a soft person. ❞ ❝ did you really just draw your sword? foolish. ❞ ❝ should you heed the call of destiny,     i don’t know what dangers you may have to face. ❞ ❝ i can’t help being such a coward...i’m really sorry. ❞ ❝ i fear i spent far too long teasing and toying with you. ❞ ❝ you do your people proud. ❞ ❝ how long do we have to live in constant fear? ❞ ❝ i'll just beat you within an inch of your life! ❞ ❝ dawn is drawing near. it has been a long night for the both of us, hasn’t it? ❞ ❝ you were limp and unconscious. i feared the worst. ❞ ❝ what do you think you’re doing sneaking out with that? ❞ ❝ such a beautiful day, but we’re too busy to enjoy it. some things never change. ❞ ❝ i guess you’ll never learn unless you run into trouble one day. ❞ ❝ look at my face. if that’s your idea of a joke, i’m not laughing. ❞ ❝ you appeared to be relishing that snooze, so i declined to wake you. ❞ ❝ huh? oh, uh, nothing. really, i was, uh...talking to myself. ❞ ❝ you’re looking a little pale... ❞ ❝ i imagine you and i will cross paths again. until then, do not lower your guard. ❞ ❝ you certainly are persistent... ❞ ❝ all that may be well intentioned and true, but it doesn’t mean it’s right. ❞ ❝ i’m prepared to pay the price for what i’ve done. ❞ ❝ i had no idea we were fated to carry such a heavy destiny. ❞ ❝ i need your strength to tip the scales in our favor. ❞ ❝ all this training, and no results! ❞ ❝ all i’ve hears so far is a bunch of babbling about destiny,     but that’s a load of garbage. ❞ ❝ when night draws her tenebrous curtain across the sky, i come here. ❞ ❝ what in the world just happened? did you use some kind of magic? ❞ ❝ please, see it through and prove the legends true. ❞ ❝ i was happy just spending my days hanging around with you. i wanted that feeling to last forever. ❞ ❝ you are vital to a mission of great importance. ❞ ❝ the chances of that happening are just about less than zero. ❞ ❝ i hate to break it to you, but today’s the day i bust up this adorable little fantasyland you’re living in. ❞ ❝ this is a war, and the fate of the land hangs in the balance. ❞ ❝ i know you, and you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ you’re messing with me. say it again, i dare you. ❞ ❝ you float through life with your head in the clouds. ❞ ❝ i don’t do charity for wimps. ❞ ❝ what’s this...? what is it that my eyes behold? ❞ ❝ don’t even think about it! are we clear? ❞ ❝ the point is your work here is done. i got it covered from here. ❞ ❝ my eyes foresee a hazardous, thorny road ahead for you... ❞ ❝ you...this is your fault, you know. ❞ ❝ my heart is bursting with thoughts of you. ❞ ❝ i have a serious dilemma on my mind right now, and you’re distracting me. ❞ ❝ i’ll make you proud. you’ll see! ❞ ❝ feels dangerous. something could jump out at us at any moment. ❞ ❝ we’re talking about a tale that’s been passed down over a lot of years, so i wouldn’t put much stock in it. ❞ ❝ i have the right to experience an unfettered and passionate love, don’t i? ❞ ❝ i’ll tell you, it gives even a big guy like me the creeps. ❞ ❝ oh...how can i get you to notice me? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling nothing i can say will talk you out of it. ❞ ❝ my love for you is wider than the horizon and deeper than the clouds. ❞ ❝ trust my piercing eyes...listen to my pure and innocent voice. ❞ ❝ i feel so excited, so cheerful, so full of life. ❞ ❝ i sense a silent power dwelling somewhere in your frame. ❞ ❝ this turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. ❞ ❝ there’s no doubting it. the gears of fate have begun to turn. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i was lost in thought there for a moment. ❞ ❝ don’t men open doors for a lady anymore? how long am i supposed to stand here waiting for a little chivalry? ❞ ❝ i hate even saying this, but i guess you got it all figured out. ❞ ❝ you must not push yourself. you’re still recovering. ❞ ❝ you think you’re pretty suave, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i know you’re in a hurry, so i really appreciate you taking the time to help. ❞ ❝ i saw it, but i was able to escape by the seat of my pants. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? furious! outraged! sick with anger! ❞ ❝ you’re really something else. i could never imagine myself doing what you’re about to do. ❞ ❝ i must aid you in fulfilling the great destiny that is your burden to carry. ❞ ❝ i should have believed you...i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ lately, when i think about you, my head gets all fuzzy, my heart races, i get short of breath, and i feel all dizzy... ❞ ❝ you should know better than that to fret about me. ❞ ❝ thanks for jumping in there to rescue me. ❞ ❝ hey, hold on there! what are you trying to pull all of a sudden? ❞ ❝ your face cries out in earnest wonder, and that cry is: ‘what’s this?!’ ❞ ❝ i promise up front not to murder you. ❞ ❝ you...didn’t hear any of that, did you? there’s no way you heard, right? ❞ ❝ i tell you, all sorts of weird things are going on lately. ❞ ❝ calamitous visions appear before me... ❞ ❝ you...make me so happy...i think i’m going to keel over... ❞ ❝ i wanted you to be the first to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine a more fitting color for you. it’s as though you were born to wear it. ❞ ❝ i bet you can’t even decide what to have for lunch on your own, huh? ❞ ❝ amazing, right? wrong! it is beyond amazing! ❞ ❝ it can’t be easy for you, can it? ❞ ❝ you’ll see in time that you have your own role to play in all this. ❞ ❝ trust in fate to guide your feet. ❞ ❝ i bet you’re here just to check me out, right? ❞ ❝ i just hope nothing has happened. i’m worried sick thinking about it. ❞ ❝ whoa...you’re kind of imploding my mind right now. ❞ ❝ if you wanna live again one day, you should head for home. ❞ ❝ you have a great journey before you, and those clothes...they don’t look up to the task. ❞ ❝ did you manage to get even a wink of sleep last night? ❞ ❝ ever heard of banging your knuckles against the door? it’s called knocking. ❞ ❝ so, uh...yeah. just how long have you been standing there? ❞ ❝ honestly, it’s almost as though you become a completely different person when you worry about me. ❞ ❝ you showing up here must mean we’re connected somehow. like fate. ❞ ❝ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, i’m feeling a little frustrated, and right now i just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ what’s with you? leave me alone if you don’t want anything. ❞ ❝ hearing that is such a...huge weight off my mind. ❞ ❝ though your journey will put you in harms way, you must endure. ❞ ❝ i'm just deadweight. what kinda use is that to anyone... ❞ ❝ seriously, what is that thing over there?! ❞ ❝ before i say another word, i feel like i owe you an apology. ❞ ❝ during your long journey, you’ve grown so much. ❞ ❝ from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i could tell you had a gentle and generous heart. ❞ ❝ oh dear...i don’t know what’s come over me all of a sudden... ❞ ❝ you don’t appear to have any serious injuries. for that much we can be grateful. ❞ ❝ i can see into those dopey eyes of yours. ❞ ❝ i can finally smile and laugh again! thank you ever so much. ❞ ❝ i think i might of broke something. ❞ ❝ is that it? i thought it was going to put up more of a fight. ❞ ❝ i thought we were goners this time. sort of glad i was wrong about that. ❞ ❝ what? i don’t seem like my usual self? ❞ ❝ this place needs a name. a name fitting for this rugged, adventurous wilderness. ❞ ❝ what were you thinking? you scared a year off my life! ❞ ❝ care to explain just what you meant by ‘our special moment alone’? ❞ ❝ my advice? work hard and wish with all your heart. ❞ ❝ say, you look all flustered. ❞ ❝ i fear we can’t dwell on our success. ❞ ❝ the world is bursting with undiscovered surprises, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly mr/mrs.perfect either, are you? ❞ ❝ this is easily as scary as i thought it would be. ❞ ❝ i swear this neighborhood’s getting crummier every day. ❞ ❝ you ain’t as dumb as you look. ❞ ❝ i was going to ask if you wanted me to take care of you forever... ❞ ❝ i need to learn how to keep these delirious dreams in check. ❞ ❝ maybe you should forget about everything that happened here tonight. ❞ ❝ can you imagine a more gruesome fate? ❞ ❝ there are more monsters about than before, so be careful. ❞ ❝ human desire is an insatiable, fearsome thing. ❞ ❝ i sense an evil presence on the other side of this door. ❞ ❝ you understand, don’t you? i’m not wrong about this, am i? ❞ ❝ i never wanted to lay eyes on you again. ❞ ❝ i would have gotten discouraged if you hadn’t come by to cheer me on. you gave me motivation. ❞ ❝ who do you think you are, getting involved in my business like that? ❞ ❝ i just wish there was more i could do for you... ❞ ❝ i don’t even understand how you could make such a wild accusation! ❞ ❝ it was at that moment i finally realized. i realized that...i love you. ❞ ❝ make sure you come home every now and then. nothing like a good sleep in your own bed. ❞ ❝ you’d better not keep me waiting. ❞ ❝ make sure you put your heart into it! i won’t stand for anything but your best. ❞ ❝ how could you be swayed by the temptation of material gain?     do you have no honor? ❞ ❝ you really want to hear about all my troubles? that’s kind of you. ❞ ❝ you...weren’t supposed to see that whole spectacle. how embarrassing... ❞ ❝ you have only succeeded in buying us a little more time. ❞ ❝ watch it! that’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your life! ❞ ❝ you look like you need to get something off your chest. ❞ ❝ know that all the questions you have now will be answered in time. ❞ ❝ there is nothing natural about these tremors. ❞ ❝ you might just be the person i need! you seem pretty good with the ladies. ❞ ❝ it’s great to hear you’re so confident in me. ❞ ❝ ideal love is unfettered and passionate. anything less than that can’t really be called love at all. ❞ ❝ you're incessant buzzing around my head like some irksome gadfly when i’m this busy is...making me very disagreeable. ❞ ❝ you may not have noticed, but i’m trying to hide here.     could you please scoot along? ❞ ❝ you'd better keep your eyes to yourself, if you know what i mean. ❞ ❝ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❞ ❝ you...you came to see me! i’m so happy. ❞ ❝ your job is simple! you make sure none of these monsters lays a claw on me. not...one...claw. ❞ ❝ now is not the time to be picky about who will help you. ❞ ❝ watch carefully while i demonstrate what a real hero looks like. ❞ ❝ you are something else! there is nothing you cannot do. ❞ ❝ if you think about how often we meet, you have to admit that our relationship has gone beyond friendship, you know? ❞ ❝ i’ll make the affair so excruciating, you’ll deafen yourself with the shrill sound of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i was right, then. there is something special about you. ❞ ❝ i should have reprimanded you the last time we met, but instead i was...soft. ❞ ❝ ha-ha! you didn’t see that coming, did you? ❞ ❝ you really are a snake in the grass. ❞ ❝ you are indeed worthy of being called a hero. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to getting stared at like this. it’s making me blush. ❞ ❝ i can’t hide anything from you, can i? ❞ ❝ the longer i train, the more i realize i’ll never measure up to you. ❞ ❝ whoa...you took out every last one of them. ❞ ❝ i know how bad this must look to you right now, but i assure you i mean no harm. ❞ ❝ it’s all very strange, but i doubt there’s much of a connection between these things. ❞ ❝ you're a weird one, climbing all the way up here. ❞ ❝ don’t cry --- it’s perfectly, mostly safe! ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by that thread of fate. destined to fight. ❞ ❝ meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood. ❞ ❝ i do not wish to dwell on what may have happened if you hadn’t been here. ❞ ❝ you have awakened a wrath that will burn for eons! ❞ ❝ you really like those fantasy stories, eh? ❞ ❝ there is one teensy, tiny thing i lack...namely, mercy. ❞ ❝ i must warn you, i won’t go easy on you this time. ❞ ❝ i might be willing to forgive and forget if you’ll strike a deal. ❞ ❝ since i know i can be honest with you, i’ll admit i got a little sulky. it was frowns all around. ❞ ❝ i see you’re still among the living. ❞ ❝ i saw them dragging you off unconscious, so i tailed them. ❞ ❝ i want you to visit me at my house tonight. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to say a word. i can see how you feel by the spark in your eye. ❞ ❝ you’ll see. i’ll be as tough as you in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not like ‘oh, hey, that person’s back! i’m so happy!’ or anything like that... ❞ ❝ whoa...that’s some really terrible handwriting. ❞ ❝ i would very much like it if you would go out with me. ❞ ❝ truly? you choose me? ❞ ❝ i swear to you, whatever it takes, i will drag you into an eternity of torment. ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by a thread of fate. ❞ ❝ i’ll watch over you, protecting you from afar. ❞ ❝ until then, we’ll keep our love secret. ❞ ❝ this news has just filled my heart with rainbows! ❞ ❝ this place seems strangely familiar... ❞ ❝ don’t you gotta take care of your own business first? ❞ ❝ they’re not going to do anything nice if they catch you. ❞ ❝ it’s not humane to tease someone this bored. ❞ ❝ i’m not some sideshow for you to gawk at. ❞ ❝ it’s weird to say out loud, but that’s just how i feel right now. ❞ ❝ you can’t break me with interrogation. you’ll never make me talk. ❞ ❝ word is there’s a huge treasure hidden in these here ruins... ❞ ❝ what? that’s not weird to say! ❞ ❝ ...i understand your true feelings. better than you know. ❞ ❝ all the fairytales that we heard growing up...they appear all too real. ❞ ❝ do i look sad? no, i’m doing what i want to do! ❞ ❝ i don’t know what came over me! i had no clue i had the talent to make something like this. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here in the open with no way to defend yourself. ❞ ❝ you do have the tendency to cause trouble for those you ‘help’. ❞ ❝ as far as i’m concerned, i got nothing but time. ❞ ❝ don’t you play coy with me. i know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun? ❞ ❝ so you really think a sob story like that is going to work on me? what a joke. ❞ ❝ i’d take pleasure in punishing you, but i have no time for recreation. ❞ ❝ sorry to leave you on your own, but you look like you can handle it. ❞ ❝ remember --- it’s a secret to everybody. ❞ ❝ it isn’t as action packed as what you’re doing, but maybe this is my destiny. ❞ ❝ don’t you just love the way it smells down here? ❞ ❝ defending the land...it’s my purpose, i think. it’s why i’m here. ❞ ❝ what do i know...you might just surprise me. ❞ ❝ fibber! you’re a fibbity fibber! ❞ ❝ you needn’t even say it. i can tell from the look of sheer astonishment on your face. ❞ ❝ you have had this destiny thrust upon you without warning...    or choice, for that matter. ❞ ❝ don’t do anything heroic and get yourself caught. ❞ ❝ ...you want to tell me but you can’t? ❞ ❝ you know, i really worry about you. it’s a weakness of mine. ❞ ❝ try not to get in the way of my shots, ok? ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept a wink in...ahhh...i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❞ ❝ you seem a good deal stronger than the last time we met. ❞ ❝ i would be remiss if i didn’t let you know of the weight on my heart. ❞ ❝ i have a reputation to protect, you know. ❞ ❝ listen closely. do you hear that? ❞