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ellephlox · 1 year

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Embers and Ashes

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's not easy to keep a low profile when you've got the power to heal, but you've managed to carve out a home for yourself in Hell's Kitchen. By day you're an assistant at a literary agency, and by night you mend broken bones and bloody cuts. It's a double life that constantly forces you to question your morality, because the wounds you seem to magically heal don't vanish forever — they've got to eventually go somewhere.

But after you make the mistake of healing the wrong people, you become Daredevil’s next target, and suddenly your double life becomes far more tangled than you could ever have predicted.

Set post-S3. Slow burn Matt x Fem!Reader. Chapter one will be posted here on tumblr, but ensuing chapters will be uploaded to AO3. You can read Ch. 1 on AO3 here, if you'd prefer.

Warnings: Description of injuries and profanity.

Most normal people in the city dreamed of being an Avenger.

You overheard them at work constantly, ever since it became increasingly commonplace for people to crop up with super-strength or freakishly accurate aim with a bow and arrow:

“I actually ran into Spider-Man this morning — the real Spider-Man! I begged him to sign my arm, obviously, because there was no paper around, and he actually did it! Look, right here. I'm going to get it tattooed after work.”

“Well, last night I had a dream that I was recruited by the Avengers. It was absolutely amazing, Debbie — Tony Stark wanted me to be his girlfriend! God, it was fantastic. He even let me try on his Iron Man suit.”

“Oh, I’d give anything to be enhanced. I’d want to be able to fly. Or teleport. Any power, really, if it could get me a one-way ticket to fighting with them.”

“But did you hear my friend got threatened by Daredevil the other night? That red horned suit is gone, though. He’s in that black suit from the days when we called him the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. I’d love to run into that guy — he’s so strange, isn’t he? Handsome, in a mysterious way.”

At this point in these types of conversations you always tried to tune them out. Their rosy idea of enhanced ignored the things that you saw whenever footage of the Avengers was shown on the evening news. After the battle in New York, they raved about Captain America’s strength, that magic hammer of Thor’s, and the way Dr. Bruce Banner metamorphosed from a man into a monstrous hero, as though it were the best thing in the world to have super-powered abilities.

But when you had watched that footage on the news, after the battle was over, all you saw was the blood. The bodies. The expressions on the Avengers’ faces, of the anguish and turmoil they had witnessed. Being enhanced was a curse, not a gift, and you came to resent the word itself — not for the political controversies it provoked, but for its connotation. In the mouths of anyone else, enhanced was a good thing.

But you knew.

As you held the temples of the man lying in front of you, his skin burnt severely from his fingers to his wrists, you knew.

He writhed, his hands flopping like gasping fish. They were scorched as though in a paisley pattern, leathery and swollen. Second-degree, if not third-degree burns, you thought, as the man jerked away from the light emanating from your own hands, but you kept your grip steady. Slowly the skin began to return to its normal color — splotches fading like they were diluted, heaves of scars sinking back and reshaping as though they had never been there, the energy of his wounds transferring into your hands and through your bloodstream.

You knew, better than anyone, that every gift had a price.

TWENTY-ONE HOURS LATER

It was snowing, yet your hands were blistering.

The plows hadn’t come through yet, and there wasn’t much foot traffic on this side of Hell’s Kitchen, so the sidewalks were thick with snow. Despite your best efforts to hop in the few existing footprints, snow kept falling down into your boots. Your toes were numb, and your ears felt like they were about to get frostbite; you weren’t dressed for the weather. There hadn’t been time to grab a hat and thicker socks when you left your apartment, because you were more preoccupied with the searing burns that were popping like budding flowers on the palms of your hands. They weren't yet to the severity of the burns you had healed on Lynch's hands the previous night, but it was only a matter of time before they began to worsen.

Only one more block.

It was past midnight, and all you wanted was to be in bed, curled up with your pillows and quilted blanket, but just before falling asleep, you’d felt the skin tear open on your hand as though someone were holding a blowtorch to it. It was unnerving. You'd estimated another eight hours, until morning, before the energy you had taken from Lynch's wounds would make itself known.

Clearly I was wrong. You seethed with irritation at yourself and at the fact that Lynch had burned his hands in the first place as more snow collected in your boots. A warm pair of socks would be really, really nice right now.

But situations like this came with the job, even if most people didn't realize it. Whenever people discovered you were able to heal — and they never truly knew it was you, because you were careful to keep your identity obscure — they assumed it was simple. As though you could just lay your hands on someone’s bleeding wound and it magically stitched itself back up. Poof, problem solved! Sort of like all those Avengers your coworkers persistently chatted about. Yeah, if only healing were as easy as doing a few fancy finger movements to open up a portal into another dimension. Doctor Strange doesn't know how good he has it.

Because fancy finger movements definitely wasn't how it worked for you. It wasn’t even close.

You inhaled sharply as another burn made itself known, this time higher on your hand. A quick handful of snow against the welt soothed it slightly, but not much, and you picked up your pace down the street. Your destination was an unassuming brick building, wedged between a hardware store and auto repair shop. LYNCH FUNERAL HOME AND CREMATORIUM, read the sign outside, underneath a layer of graffiti. It was one of your closest friends who owned the funeral home, and the previous day he'd sent you an emergency call for help, though you still hadn't heard the story of how he'd burned his hands in the first place. Not that it mattered much. You didn't ask questions very often; healing was your only responsibility.

There was no one else on the street. There wasn't even much light, because most of the street lamps that weren’t burned out had been buried in a pale coating of frost. Your thoughts turned abruptly to the reports of the so-called vigilante Daredevil, who had reportedly been back on the streets lately. With what you had done in the past, and even with what you were doing now… well, you hoped you never crossed paths with him. Quiet streets like this always made you wonder if today was the day you’d run into him, but it had never happened. Sometimes you wondered if the media simply made him up as a fear tactic to keep crime off the streets of Hell’s Kitchen.

You hurried inside the funeral home, searching for the only person who you knew would be up and about. Please, be here, please, please…

He was. “Grey,” the man at the desk said, surprise crossing his face when you burst into the crematorium. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

Grey . Just like the word itself, it was ash on your tongue. It wasn’t your real name. Years ago it had been bestowed on you as a code name, a way to keep your identity impersonal from the people you worked with. But it stuck, and now you could count the number of people who knew your real name on one hand.

“Emergency visit, Thato,” you said, showing him your hands. “I’m sorry. I thought I could manage it until tomorrow, at the very least, but—” You cringed as another burn blistered forth, erupting on the pad of your thumb. “Ow. Shit.”

Thato got to his feet, wincing in sympathy. “Never apologize for this. It’s not your fault.”

You shook your head. “I should be getting better. Improving… this . And I’m not.” It was true. For years, you had been at this same level. If you healed someone — which wasn’t really healing , if you were being technical; it was more like taking their injury and transferring it elsewhere — you could only hold onto it for a short amount of time.

Option One was taking that energy from the injury and transplanting it onto someone else — typically, a corpse. You had a strict policy for yourself to never inflict a wound from someone else that you’d healed onto someone who didn’t receive the wound in the first place.

Option Two was just holding onto that energy until it began to manifest itself on you instead. And that was never pleasant.

Case in point: the damn burns on my hands right now.

You glanced at the door to the morgue. “Please tell me you’ve got bodies in for cremation?”

“As a matter of fact, one arrived tonight,” Thato said, and he put his hand gently on your back to steer you inside. “Let’s go.”

The morgue was cold. Goosebumps pricked up your arms. Thato worked quickly, and within a minute he was pulling out a storage drawer. A woman, her body pale and lifeless, slid out in front of you.

Even when the bodies were dead, this was never easy. You averted your eyes, opting instead to look at the ceiling, and placed your freezing hands on the sides of the dead woman’s head, against her temples. Gradually, after a minute, your hands began glowing — not the yellow glow of the man the newspapers called the Iron Fist, nor the red glow of that Avenger you’d seen on television, Wanda Maximoff. Instead, it was a pale slate color, as though smoke itself had become a source of light. It was this color that earned you your nickname.

“Grey,” your brother had told you, lifting your chin up roughly to stare you down.

He wasn’t really your brother, but he might as well have been. You’d known him as long as you could remember. Kane was the one who raised you, who had been with you since... for a long time. “Got it? Here with us, that’s what you’ll answer to.”

“But my name is—”

“No. When you’re with us, you don’t use your real name,” Kane said. Of course, just like your name wasn’t really Grey, his name wasn’t truly Kane. “You use Grey instead, okay? Grey Arztin, if anyone ever asks for a last name.” He handed you forged identification papers.

“Why Arztin?” you asked, reading the name, and fumbling over the pronunciation of the word.

“It means doctor, in German. Come with me. I have people for you to heal.”

“But I’m not very good at it.”

“Then you need to practice that ability. It’s going to be your greatest gift someday, Grey.”

The energy pulsed in your own temples as it transferred to the corpse, and slowly you began to feel it drain out of you. There was no comparable feeling to this moment, when the build-up of pain was finally relieved from your mental storage space — your cache, you liked to call it. And, suddenly, burns just like the ones on your own hands bloomed across the white hands of the dead woman — raw, fiery welts, discolored in the center and streaking from her wrist bones to her fingertips. They were identical to the burns that had stretched across Lynch's hands the day before, down to the charred bit of skin just below the thumb knuckle. When the energy was gone, you dropped your hands, and the smoky glow faded.

The few burns that had already marked your own skin were still there, of course, because your healing abilities could never fix what had been done to your own body — yet another shortcoming of your power — but they wouldn’t get any worse. It was over.

The corpse was rolled back into her drawer. The family would never know that her hands now bore severe burns that hadn’t been there at her time of death. She’d be cremated tomorrow, Thato assured you. It would be as though you had never even touched her. Guilt curled in your stomach at her desecrated hands. Maybe she had been a pianist. Those hands might have been held by someone else, once upon a time — a mother, a lover, a child. She could have used those hands to climb mountains or type out a novel on a laptop or serve plates of food at a restaurant.

Now, because of you, they were mottled and burnt.

“She’s dead,” Thato reminded you quietly, once you were outside of the morgue and back at the funeral home desk. “She’ll be burned anyway.”

“I know.” You played with the edge of the desk. “I just always feel bad. It feels like I’m… spitting on her memory, or something.”

“It’s a price you have to pay,” he agreed. “But it’s in exchange for the good you do, each time you use your skill. You even bore some of the price yourself.” He nodded at the burns scattered across your own hands. “I don’t like to see you feeling bad, Grey. Anything I can do?”

You smiled. “It's okay. You already helped me. Thanks, Thato. Really.”

I don’t want to keep doing this, you wanted to add. I’ve had enough of all this. The healing, the transferring of the injuries and scars and bruises, the role I’ve played in Hell’s Kitchen. I’m done.

You wanted to tell him, so badly that it made your chest feel tight. Thato had been your friend for as long as you could remember. But if you told him, then your brother would find out, and if your brother found out…

Well, Kane wouldn’t be very pleased with you. He'd see it as a failure on your part, or worse, a betrayal. But it didn’t matter anyway, because you couldn’t leave the organization. Not after everything Kane had done for you, and especially not while you were the one thing that stood between him and death every night that he risked his life.

You tightened your jacket around your shoulders before heading back out into the night, towards your apartment. You took your time; your earlier exhaustion was gone, and with your hands bandaged now, you were able to appreciate the falling snow as it amassed silently, insulating the streets from the sounds of the city beyond.

But you might not have had such a leisurely walk back if you’d happened to tilt your head upwards and look at the roofs — if you had been able to hear the footsteps above as someone followed you in the shadows, if you had known the man they called the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen stalked you, having listened to every word of the conversation in the crematorium.

#daredevil #matt murdock #marvel #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #reader insert #reader #mcu #x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #slow burn

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bloodlustngore · 2 years

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Bruises

So I just uploaded this onto my Wattpad, you can find it under the name KissingPrentiss or Jennifer Jareau Oneshots! I'm still trying to figure out how to make masterlists again bcos I haven't really written on Tumblr for a while so bare with me! Anyway enjoy, I thought of this idea randomly :)

JJ x Fem!Reader (Y/n & JJ are married, Henry exists! Will does not)

The unsub fights back JJ, but the blonde gives him a good punch until Derek arrests him. JJ comes home to her girlfriend with bruises, which worries her. But shes one hell of a proud wife.

JJ knew that going in first and alone would be dangerous, Derek was right behind her though, watching out for the blonde, gun trained.

When JJ spotted the unsub she tried to reason with him, just so she could atleast get behind him and arrest him, get the guy to co-operate. But he was beyond that when he lunged forward and pushed JJ harshly against the wall, throwing a few punches her way, to the point she was almost pinned, until she got the better of him, with her knee she kicked him in the stomach and then punched him in the face, her knuckle was probably going to have bruises, but it was worth it.

Derek ran over, and got the unsub, whilst JJ untied the victim. Both of them exiting the building. To where Emily forced JJ to get looked at by the paramedics, despite the blonde protesting saying that she was fine and it would only be a few bruises. Yeah...a few. There were bruises on her stomach, somehow a scratch on her cheek and also two deep bruises on her neck, which could be seen as something else, unless they knew what happened.

Derek came over to check on JJ, a smile on his face "got a little beaten up, huh?" He asked. Knowing the answer, Derek knew that JJ would be okay but he still showed a bit of worry. "Yeah, but I'll be okay" JJ added, reassuring him.

"I know you will, I'm proud of you for it, guess the lessons are paying off" Derek added, giving JJ a smile. The blonde chuckled. "Yeah and its thanks to you." The paramedic cleared JJ, she stood up from the ambulance and walked over to the others with Derek. "The question is..." JJ knew he was going to mention her wife Y/n.

"Of course Y/n would be worried, but I updated her about it while I was getting checked over. Shes adorable, all worried and then called me a badass." JJ chuckled again. "Well shes damn right, now lets finish this case so you can get home to your girl." JJ agreed.

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The jet landed, everyone had to go back to Quantico to get some personal stuff. JJ' car in the parking lot. Once she began driving home, her phone rang, connecting it to the bluetooth on her car radio. Y/n' voice was heard. "Hi JJ" she speaks softly over the phone. "Hi Y/n, its good to hear your voice." She adds, smiling, not that Y/n could see her.

"When are you getting home? I know its late and you told me to get some rest but I didn't want to go to bed without you." Y/n spoke truthfully, which made JJ' heart melt. God, she loved this woman so much.

"I'm in the car, so I'd say in five minutes. I love you." JJ added.

"I love you too Jayje, see you soon." Y/n replied, and with that the call was over.

When JJ got home, parking the car in the driveway, she opened the front door, shutting it and just as she did, Y/n walked down the hall. Usually JJ would be greeted with Y/n pulling her into a tight hug or their son Henry would come running, but it was eleven p.m at night, he was in bed for school. So both women had to be quiet.

"Oh JJ, are you okay?" Y/n asked her wife, noticing the bruises on her face, neck and knuckles, along with the scratch on her cheek. Y/n caressed JJ' arm lightly. JJ had already updated Y/n on what happened over texts but she didn't say exactly the serverity, which it wasn't severe but Y/n was still going to worry, she always will. "Yeah, I'm fine Y/n. I'm just glad to be home. You don't need to double check the bruises darling" JJ reassured her wife as best she could. KNowing that Y/n being a nurse, she would want to.

"Okay, I believe you, those lessons with Derek really paid off, I'm very proud of my badass wife! Anyway, how about I run you a bath and have you eaten?" Y/n asked, JJ smiled at her. She'd never had someone like Y/n care for her so much, she wasn't used to this despite them dating for five years and married for three. But she loves Y/n with all her heart. She loves the little family that they created. "Y/n, baby, its eleven at night. I had some food on the jet. Having a day off tomorrow so we can share the bath too" JJ smirked.

"Okay, well lets get you out of these clothes and into some comfy, then we can rest okay? My badass wife" Y/n mentioned, JJ winked at her with another chuckle. The two women headed upstairs, JJ peaking into their sons bedroom, he was fast asleep. As she followed Y/n into their shared bedroom. Y/n helped her wife out of her blouse, throwing that in the laundry basket along with her jeans. Y/n ouldn't help but kiss JJ, lightly kissing the blondes neck, where the bruises were, to her chest. JJ undid her bra and threw that on the floor somewhere. Giving Y/n a view of her body.

"Even with those bruises, you're so beautiful" Y/n complimented as she took in the sight of her wifes beautiful body. Placing a kiss on top of one of the bruises on her chest, JJ let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Y/n, if you don't stop we won't be sleeping any time soon. And plus we'd have to be very quiet." JJ mentioned. Earning a chuckle from Y/n.

"You're right, let me kiss you, one more time." Y/n added, and JJ agreed. This time JJ took charge, pressing her body against her wifes, crashing her lips against Y/n' in a fiery, passionate kiss. Nipping her wifes bottom lip slightly as she pulled away. "Get something comfy on and come to bed" Y/n whispered in her ear, shivers down JJ' spine. Looking in the wardrobe, putting a tank top on and some lounge shorts, she headed over to the bed, laying in the sheets next to Y/n.

Y/n wrapped her arms around JJ, protectively and placed another kiss on her neck "good night my love" she whispers to JJ.

"Goodnight, baby" JJ added, closing there eyes and drifting to sleep, finally. JJ loved it when Y/n wrapped her arms around her protectively, content that she had found the love of her life and a son to come home to.

#jennifer jareau #jj x y/n #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x fem!reader #criminal minds #they are wifes #derek morgan #emily prentiss

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julysn · 6 months

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julia really needs to sleep: late night rants with yours truly

topic: this one gorgeous fanfic that got deleted on thanksgiving and now i haven’t been happy ever since.

time: 2:10 cst

i love ranting about this silly deleted fic

129 days.

a hundred and twenty nine days since that fanfic has been deleted and i couldn’t download a copy before the author did so.

i haven’t smiled since the day before. i haven’t laughed since the day before. i haven’t felt an ounce of joy since the day before.

i woke up on thanksgiving day expecting some good ass turkey but what i got was as if that turkey had expired and mold all over it.

NO SERIOUSLY THAT FANFIC WAS SO GOOD YALL DONT GET ME. it was a sp one and i don’t think i have ANY sp mutuals here?? so.. lemme explain..

it was a kyle broflovski academic rivals to lovers. fake relationship trope. i remember sm of the fic despite not having read it for months??/ i even downloaded a pdf so i could read it on a fight 2 detroit but I DELETED IT AFTERWARD. JULIA WTF.

plot/thingy/intro: so basically stan had to pull y/n into the janitors closet bc y/n was on the cheer team + bsfs with wendy (sp lore: stan and wendy are dating) and he tells her sm about college? FUCK I FOROT IT BUT ANYWAYS

also everyone’s aged up to hs. feel like that’s self explanatory but i am not reading an elementary fic hell no busters

and then craig and tweek (sp lore: they’re dating) walk in and they’re like “… 😦😦” bc one male one female in janitors closet why wouldn’t u think that and craig went “….this is our makeout closet” I LAUGHED SO JARD LMFAO

and so stan uses the excuse that he was confronting y/n about being on a date w kyle broflibskii!!11! omg. and it’s shocking bc everyone knows they’re enemies so craig + tweek believe it.

and since this took place during lunch, and kyle eats lunch in the gymnasium so the two go there and stan explains the mess he dragged them into and he’s like “pwease ☹️ pwease i don’t want wendy to think i cheated on her WITH HER FRIEND!” so yk kyle agrees and they hug and shit

scenes that happened that i remember: OMG. THIRD CHAPYER. y/n was eating in the gym in the bleachers and kyle used her lap as a pillow and they shared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich i loved this scene oh my god it was so cute

also: lore drop: y/n is cartmans cousin. i don’t need to say much to explain anything, if you’ve been on the internet for at least a month you’d know about his character

so after a game since y/n is on the cheer team she goes home and OH NAUR. CARTMAN LOCKED HER OUT FOR DATING KYLE OH NAURRRR. and it’s raining too! so y/n gets all soaked in the rain and kyle finds her so he takes her to his place and she has to shower and wear his clothes and it’s cute

they didn’t sleep in the same bed. NOOOOOO but he slept on the floor and let her take his bed what a gentleman k lived this fic so i loved it with all of my soul and heart pls come back.

dead on arrival by strawbebbyparks u changed my life forever.

ever since i first read that fic, i have been prettier. my hair looks better now, i look better now and i finally have a solid clothing style that suits me. i am feeling much more well.

i have not gotten sick within the time period that the fic was up on tumblr + ao3. but i swear i had a massive cold days after it got deleted. NOOOOOOOOOOO,,LKKK

please it was so good.

i’m manifesting that the author is just rewriting everything and she’ll re upload it w better writing + scenes soon bc I MISS DOA SM IT WAS SO GOOD

i remember having an online friend and in the middle of the night i’d be there and we’d be having a convo on how it was the best kyle x reader and no one could top it. doa was amazing

that fic motivated me into writing again too omg i remember reading it and immediately beginning to wri my own kyle fics

i remember waking up on summer days METICULOUSLY checking my notifications to see if k got an update email. and if i did i would be screaming and giggling and kicking my feet just reading it over and over again

also i’m js exaggerating like i’ve obviously been mourning the fic but i wasn’t THAT sad 😭😭

#JULIA SLEEP #GO TO SLEEP NOW #i scream internally as i open ao3 #julysn #julias thoughts #juliaunhinged #latenightjulia

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synthwayve · 1 year

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Hello! i was wondering since when and how did you get into Bloodborne in the first place? (sorry if that was already ask)

I’m getting so many lovely asks! Thank you all so much! ;0; I have not gotten this ask before!

I first encountered Bloodborne around 3 years ago, I think? I have always liked horror, video games, plagues(historically- not catching them haha) and post-apocalypse works, so I stumbled across it in the form of boss fight videos on youtube that caught my attention.

I started with just one, and then ended up watching every cutscene in the game. Then I read the wiki, thought “oh my god, this is the best thing ever?!” and I just sort of stumbled down the rabbit hole from there! I’d say it became a hyperfixation of mine twice before now, once when one of my teachers revealed himself to be a fan(the highlight of my year) and again when Jacksepticeye uploaded his playthrough.

I made my first Micolash fanart on February 18, 2022. It’s this silly little meme! I’ve posted it before :D

Before, I never really had a way to enter the BB community, so I repressed my love for the game for quite a while. Now thanks to tumblr, all that pent up BB obsession energy is spilling out x,D I’m so happy to be in a space where people are just as obsessed with this game as I am, everyone is so kind and sweet and talented and it’s just incredible!

Thank you so much for the ask, fantomette!

#not art #bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #ask #thanks a bunch for the ask again!#I love this community so much #you’re all incredible people #and I am so happy to finally be able to let loose and go absolutely wild with BB art #would you believe that I’ve never been this into a fandom before in my life?#I am 80% an oc artist and 20% a BB artist #but this tumblr account is really tipping that % haha #eventually I might become 80% BB #sorry for rambling in the tags #I’m just very happy to be here

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aegoniiapologist · 2 years

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The Beginning or the End...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Visaera Targaryen) Summary: Visaera is the youngest of the Hightower-Targaryen siblings. She is more of a Targaryen than any of them. Seeing that she believes that neither of the claimed heirs deserve the title of sovereign, she decides that she will find a way to make it hers. In her quest to become Queen she shall find trials and tribulations.. and even a lover.

Warnings: NSFW (eventually), violence, gore, blood, and death.

A/N: Chapter two will be uploaded into two parts since Tumblr will not allow me to upload it into one, so just be prepared.

Chapter 2: The Wars to Come Part 1

As the Keep grew dark with the night, Visaera was preparing herself for the family feast that was called upon last minute by her mother, the Queen. Festivities were to begin once Rhaenyra agreed to terms or once the war was over, neither of Visaera’s concern. She had no desire to see either of her siblings sit upon the Iron Throne. Neither were deemed fit in her eyes. Her sister off procreating bastards, bringing shame upon the Targaryen name, and then running off to Dragonstone to only conspire with their uncle to murder her husband… although no one dare speak a word of it, Visaera was certain that’s what transpired. It was not a coincidence the pair married right afterwards. And then her imbecile brother, Gods be good, he himself knew he was not fit for the throne. Often finding himself in the brothels or in the depts of the streets watching bastards and abandoned children fight for food, perhaps even drowning in his cups. He was despicable. How her mother nor father, while he was alive, could never see it was unknowing to her. Since they were to only dine with family for the evening, Visaera allowed Naelys to dress her. In good fashion, Naelys wanted the Princess to stand out, even against her common name, the Light of the Realm, she wanted the girl to shine brighter than anyone else. The hand maiden decided on the mint green long-sleeved dress that flowed oh so effortlessly down her womanly curves and cascaded perfectly against the floors. The thin golden belts sat in the middle of her gown, hugging right underneath her breasts. Her hair laid down her back, the loose waves dressing the middle of her back. “It is time, my princess…” The woman spoke as she took a step back to admire the royal girl she waited on. The princess nodded and opened her chamber doors to see the face of her familiar guard, Ser Woodry. “Good evening, Ser.” The knight nodded and replied niceties. The pair met two more Kingsguard at the doors to the royals’ personal dining room. “The Princess Visaera, your Grace.” The older, gray-haired knight announced to the King, her brother, a formality Visaera would need to get used to. The room was filled alreadyl it was almost normal for her to be the final one in any room that her siblings occupied. As the Princess took a seat, Aegon had let a wicked smirk fall upon his plush, pink lips, “Ah yes, my sweet sister, Princess Visaera!” He clamored, “Mother should I do the honors? Or you?” It was if he was begging to let the news come from him. “Actually, Your Grace, I would like to make the announcement, if you will allow it?” Otto said, his wrinkled hands clasped together in front of his plate. Aegon bowed his head and motioned his hand to tell his grandfather to proceed, the smirk still wearing on his face. “As you do know, granddaughter, you’ve had many great Lords within the Seven Kingdoms ask for a marriage pact with you. The council, as well as The King has decided to betroth you to Aemond. He will take you to wife and the two of you shall strengthen the bloodline.” His words seemed to echo in Visaera’s ears, her world seeming to be yanked from her yet again. First her father is dead, and now she shall marry the brother that goes out of his way to torment her. Nothing else mattered; not the food, not the company, not even the icy stare her betrothed now gave her.

As the feast concluded, Visaera made leave back to her apartments. As her steps grew nearer and nearer to the large, dark wooden doors that encased her quarters the dragon’s blood that ran through her veins seemed to boil. To marry Aemond means to marry a menace; a bully… someone who would enslave her as his wife. Her hands gripped her bedframe, her knuckles whitening at the vise grip she held. If she were any stronger, one would say the wooden would crack and fray. It was the hour of the bat when Visaera contemplated leaving the Keep… maybe if she were beyond the walls of the sacred castle, she would drown within the crowds of common folk and be forgotten. Obviously not, she thought… especially not with the Targaryen silver hair and the eyes that possessed the color of the skies and clouds.

The Princess began to skim her clothing, looking for the dark cloak that she had found in one of her sisters, Rhaenyra’s old rooms. To no avail did she find the cloak… a sign escaping her precious lips as she hung her head. She begged silently to the Gods to allow the item to appear, and Gods knew she did indeed search her chamber for the cloak. Visaera seemed to lose time trying to find the damned thing, eventually just giving up. But, she would not be retiring to her bed for the remainder of the night. The girl made way to those same doors that entrapped her, opening them ever so slightly to not make a sound before slipping out into the halls. It was the dead of night, the Keep was sound asleep, not even the Kingsguard were roaming the hallway. Especially since Visaera dismissed her own upon her arrival back to her rooms. Her footsteps could barely be heard as she rushed through the castle grounds. The girl found herself in the garden, sitting at the seat that seemed closest to the moon. Her thoughts seemed to lose her. How would she proceed in life now that pieces of her were to be whittled away piece by piece by her evil one-eyed brother? Her thoughts flooded her to the point of tears, not that she noticed or even much cared since there were no one in sight to wonder… yet she did feel as if she were being watched, but certainly not at this time, not this late.

The hour of ghosts was soon upon Visaera, the present feeling of being watched growing as she sat, silently praying to the Seven. Hands fell on her shoulders, forcing the Princess to jump, her eyes widened at the sudden presence. “Come to watch the moon, whore?” The words only worsened the girl’s condition, her eyes closing to try to prevent any more tear shed. “What would mother think of her daughter roaming the Keep at this time of night? Mm, sneaking out to seek a suitor like our older sister possibly?” Aemond was incredibly close to Visaera, his breath hot on her ear. “Dear brother, I just needed a moment to seek out the guidance of the Gods..” She did not even convince herself as the whisper left her. The grip on her shoulders tightened and Visaera coiled forward before standing, now facing her menacing brother. Aemond circled her now, “You will be such a good little wife once you’ve been broken in.” Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched, the words making her want to cut him down with whatever weapon she could get her hands on. “Is that what you think, you one-eyed bastard?” She spat through gritted teeth. “Now sister, I would hate to have to show you now to be respectful to your future husband.” He was toying with her again, trying to get a rise from her to see if she would over step. And over step she did. Visaera was swift at grabbing the dagger Aemond possessed at the front of his belt, the same dagger her held to her throat was now about to be pressed to his. Aemond knowing her all to well, grabbed her wrist and squeezed. He squeezed so hard that Visaera winced and dropped the dagger, her body dropping with it as Aemond towered over her. The hold on her only seemed to tighten, the older brother’s face twisting in the amusement of his own sister’s torment. Surely her skin would bruise, if her hand did not fall off from the pressure he administered. Visaera choked on her sobs, her head hung low in defeat as she cried. “Mind aōla mandia, iksā ñuhon sir. Kesan smother aōha perzy” Mind yourself sister, you are mine now. I will smother your fire. With that, he let her go. “Get up. I will escort you back to your chambers.” He was not kind or smooth, but rigid and cold. Yanking his betrothed up by her arm like as if she were a prisoner. Aemond had brought Visaera to her quarters like he told her he would, but not without shoving her inside and warning her not to leave again until asked for.

Once morning came a few short hours later, Naelys was in her chambers to awaken the princess. Just as she did most mornings, the older woman brushed Visaera’s hair from her face and patted her arm gently, “Good morrow Princess…” Her voice smooth as butter as Visaera’s eyes opened. She groaned and the throbbing headache she was instantly shot with. This is what I get for crying so much. “Heavens, Naelys, get the maesters… I feel like I have steel through my head.” She poor girl moaned. Naelys frowned at the girl’s discomfort and took leave to do as she was told. Per the request of the Princess, the maesters made her a tea for her troubles.

Aemond’s warning played repeatedly in Visaera’s head… so desperately did she wish to roam the castle, something she never wanted to do before. She was confined to her chambers so it seemed. But defiant as ever was she. Despite the dark purple and blue hues that scattered her wrist being a reminder of Aemond’s wrath, Visaera left her chambers to find some peace. Only to be met with Ser Woodry, “Good morrow, Princess.” His friendly smile greeting her. The girl grinned, “Good morrow, Ser Goodry. Hope all is well…” She spoke kindly; Ser Woodry had been apart of the Kingsguard for what seemed like ages, his cool gray hair showing just that. “I’ll not be needing any company today, Ser. Hopefully this shall give you leave to find a pleasure that suites you.” She nodded. “Ah yes, my Princess. To you as well.” Ser Woodry had always given Visaera her liberties without a single word to another. He respected the crown just as much as he loved his time away from his duties.

Grazing the halls freely, Visaera found herself in the nest of the Red Keep that is the library. She loved the way it smelled of pine and fresh parchment. The Princess held herself high in regards to her knowledge of histories. One of her favorites just so happened to be the recollection of Aegon’s conquest and how he had two queens by his side. The envy that Visaera held was deep rooted in that she wished to rule the Seven Kingdoms and even then, conquer the lands beyond. She found herself sitting down, reading the words of the Conquest as if they would disappear. She was so focused that she did not see Aemond sit beside her. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that she looked up. Visaera’s eyes seemed to almost pop from her skull, the tiny amount of pigment to her skin seeming to leave. The overwhelming feeling that she was going to suffer painted her conscious. “Worry not. No harm will come to you as of now.” Aemond spoke softly, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Visaera’s head turned slightly to shy away from him. “As I can recall, I instructed you to stay put, pet. Can you be so insolent?” His tone grew sharp. “I extend my deepest apologies, brother. It was not my intention to disrespect my soon to be husband.” She meant the words to come as light as a feather, but that feather had seemed to have burned to a crisp with the fire that left her. A dark chuckle filled her ears, calloused hands finding the sides of her face. “You are lucky that we must be amongst hundreds for this wedding and that you must speak at it, or I would have your tongue.” He was but centimeters from hers now as he released her face.

Appearances were to be kept up, even with the chaos that was the Greens vs. Blacks. They were few and far between with the coming weeks, yet any time needed, Visaera and Aemond were coupled. The week before they were to be wed, Aemond had Visaera’s belongings moved to his tower so that she would be close. Mostly, the council and the men of House Targaryen were busy planning war, awaiting Rhaenyra’s reply to terms. Of course, Alicent was trying to prevent bloodshed, and that would probably be the wisest for the sake of her children. Afterall, Rhaenyra did have Daemon, and their children from both marriages waged dragons.

It was a brutally cool, windy night within King’s Landing when Visaera was called from her newly acquainted chambers by an appearance from her mother. “News has just arrived that Aemond has returned from Storm’s End with Vhagar.” Something was not quite right, Alicent’s voice seemed to tremble, her lips in a thin line. “Is everything alright?” She called to her mother, standing from the bed. “You need to get dress and meet in the small council immediately.” Alicent told her daughter before leaving. The uneasy tone in her mother’s voice worried her too. It did not take long for Visaera to dress, rushing to see what in the Seven Hells was going on. The dress the Princess adorned, covered everything besides her fingers. The new dresses Visaera wore were one of the same; high neck and long-sleeved. Her porcelain skin had been painted with several splashes of red, violets, blues… some green and yellow in tone. They were created by the harsh hands of Aemond who proved to be so cruel.

Making way to the small council, the yelling could be heard almost hallways away. All silenced when Visaera was announced. Aemond was drenched in both sweat and rain water, his eye looking on with both fury and a tiny hint of guilt. As she was taught to do, Visaera stood beside him, her brows raised in curiosity. “Good of you to show you face, my sweetling,” He hissed through gritted teeth, his head swinging to look at her. “I apologize for my lateness, You Grace.” Ignoring the bouts of her betrothed would be met with consequence, but Visaera prevailed. It was no secret how vile Aemond was towards his wife-to-be, yet no one batted an eye, not even their mother who hushed apologies to her daughter when he was not around. Aegon nodded at his sister and the conversation resumed. “Well brother, now that you’ve slayed our child nephew, I’m sure our dear sister will not stand down from her claim.” So this is what this commotion is about. Aegon shot digs at his younger brother, leaving the two to argue, until Otto silenced them both. Oh, the hold he has got on the two of those morons. Visaera dared not to laugh the way she wanted to. Instead, she did something out of the ordinary… her hand found Aemond’s arm in means of support, the soreness radiating from her shoulder from where he slung her to the ground after a dispute over views. Which was the typical argument… that or her being insubordinate as his betrothed. The slight gesture did not go unnoticed by most of the eyes in the room, but the talks never stopped. Aemond seemed to tense at her touch, quickly relaxing.

Aemond told the tale of how he killed Lucerys Velaryon, how his much smaller, more immature dragon led chase with Vhagar, hurling spouts of fire at the war dragon. Aemond rendered that he had no choice in becoming a kinslayer. Something that most would say shame your House and impose ill will by the Gods upon it. Visaera had heard enough, her silence on the outside, screamed at her on the inside. A boy… a child did not deserve to die, let alone be eat by his uncle’s dragon. There would be no funeral arrangements for her nephew, no body to return to his mother. For that, her heart ached. Her duty to her House and soon to be husband would top that of any sort of feelings of sadness for her sister. The meeting dragged on about what would come next and the war that the Greens would have to win in order to instill prosperity and peace among the Realm. Naught was asked of Visaera, so it was a wonder why she was even called to this council. Nonetheless, the dutiful princess stood tall beside the one-eyed prince.

As the council was called to a close, Aemond and Visaera took leave together, gracing the halls with their footsteps. Once in close quarters to their destination, Aemond took ahold of Visaera’s hip, pushing her up against the stone wall, his cold eyes on hers. Fear ensued, her eyes searching all over Aemond’s face for a sign of what had gotten into him, “I’m unsure of what stunt you think you call pull over the eyes of our council, but fool me you will not!” She was taken back by his words, her loss of her own only fueling he flames. “You will not disrespect me!” It was only then she felt his hand leave her hip and meet her cheek, the fire cackling under her reddening flesh. On instinct, she cradled her cheek. Aemond stood and straightened out his clothes, exhaling a sigh. He took her hand and put it back on his arm and the pair continued their walk to their chambers. Aemond was a man who put duty above all else, so he dared to not share a bed or a room with Visaera, much to her grace. Aemond gave leave to his wife to be and he retired to his own chambers.

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aseriesofunfortunatejan · 2 years

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I can't import pictures without tumblr giving me the white screen treatment, so I can't even upload the sweet conversation between Akane and Kazuichi I wanted to remind people about.

So I guess I'll mention some of my thoughts by text before I cry and scream into a pillow. I've mentioned it before for Akane, but both she and Kazuichi are severely misrepresented by the fandom. (I feel like that terminology is accurate, but at the same time, please understand that I am also a member of the fandom and am simply making an observation, rather than trying to compare myself to other fans.)

Akane learns so much about herself in Chapter 4. She takes so many steps forward and admits her own weakness. She uses the word "weak" herself, a continuation of what her Coward disease suggested, that she was hiding feelings she perceived as weak. She got stubborn in front of Fuyuhiko, but did a complete 180 when Nekomaru died, recognising immediately that she hadn't shown her gratitude yet. She moved on to trying her best to help with the investigation - something she had already been doing during every investigation, by the way - but this time admitting her own limitations and going out of her way to ask for help in order to get a better result.

And I'll need to write a whole post about Kazuichi someday. Yeah, he has that obnoxious crush on Sonia, I see it, you see it, Sonia sees it, Fuyuhiko hates it too, we know. But Oh My God He Is So Helpful. The cast would have been nothing this entire chapter without his help. Even before that, Kazuichi is more than ready to use his ability and give the entire cast a hand (the communicators he built in Chapter 3 were game changing... literally). Then, something I already posted about, when Nagito pushes him to dismantle Nekomaru's body, Kazuichi fights his formerly debilitating fears and bravely does it. To top it off, he builds Minimaru (who also does massages, very important to Akane...) with the intent to cheer the others up.

"… I made this to cheer you guys up anyway. And…as long as we have it, we won't forget, you know?

About Nekomaru's sacrifice for us…

We're standing here today…because of him.

So, if we're gonna prevent something like that from ever happening again…

I guess we gotta fight too, right!? We can't just keep running away!"

Fuyuhiko himself says: "I gotta admit…I never thought I'd hear you say something that awesome." Of course, Kazuichi follows it up by asking Sonia what she thinks, and she didn't pay attention, and he's upset, to which Fuyuhiko reacts with something along the lines of "and that's the punchline." Yeah, it is. That's the joke-y part that comes after the deep dialogue. I didn't think I was playing some other game.

But I beg that people look into what makes Kazuichi interesting and touching. What matters here is not that his talent does the job - it's that he goes out of his way to use it to help, and with Minimaru, cheer up others. And the other thing that matters is the fears that previously made him look ridiculous, that he learned to face in so little time to become frankly brave and inspiring.... for a guy wearing a bright yellow overall.

Something I'll bring up as a bonus is... When Gundham explains his logic that he didn't think it okay to give up and wait to die, Hajime has a flashback to the time he himself said the contrary, that he'd rather wait to die than cause another murder. But the very line that started that flashback was Kazuichi asking the exact same question as Gundham.

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Cult of the Lamb Review

Tumblr, I swear to god, if you AGAIN won't be fine with posting a 1000 word text, I am going to kill something! Graphics

Oh, they are adorable. Handdrawn and all the critters are so cute with your dash of cultist madness.The animals are anatomically incorrect, but that is its own charm. The game is colourful and dark at the same time. Yeah, the characters on screen are really really small, but I never had trouble seeing them. Music EXCELLENT! I loved the whole music of the game. The base themes during your cult with the charming little singing in the background, the theme for the dungeons (Anchordeep my beloved), the boss themes, they are all so good. They were made by River Boy and they are all uploaded to Youtube, so give them a listen. Story To be honest, I barely cared about the story. It was there, it was fine, but it wasn't of many interest to me. The stories in my cult were far more interesting, seeing who became friends with who, who smooched who etc etc. The story of your cult becomes 1000 % more fun if you start to name your followers after your OCs and Blorbos ^^ Gameplay The game SHINES here. It creates such a good gameplay loop. It is 50 % life sim and 50 % roguelike dungeon crawler. You spend time in your cult, inspire your followers, feed them, do rituals, grow stuff, build stuff. The more you unlock, the more the followers are doing the work for you and you basically only have to collect stuff, build something once in a while and cook for them. It is a bit baffling that you only get the outhose so late though, I was cleaning up so much poop at the beginning. And also there is janitor station for your followers to clean up, but it unlocks right next to the outhouse?! That is pointless! The other part is the roguelike dungeon crawling. You are going into one of four dungeons, get a random weapon and magic and battle yourself through horde of enemies. You can draw tarot cards which strengthen you on your crusades and at the end you fight a boss until you are unlocking the final boss of this area. Once you beat them, you continue this three more times until the final boss becomes unlocked and then you can play as much as you want without following any story. What I have to criticize is that I unlocked everything too early. And once you are done unlocking stuff, it becomes super easy getting money because your unlocking currency turns into coins. I was so RICH at the end! And I had basically nothing I could use the coins for? I made them into gold bars, but that also was only 100 coins for 10 of them and I had like 12k at the end. Also, don't expect a Binding of Isaac or Hades during the roguelike segments. They work and they are probably like that so they don't get boring if they would be always the same, but they are very basic. Overall I loved this game! I love my followers, even when I sometimes have to feed them poop. The dungeon crawls were fun and the music was excellent. The creepiness meeting the cute was the best ^^

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A Peek:

This is Faith. The new muse i’ve been working on. Like I said, i’m still not done with her Backstory, so the only thing available on her page right now is a Summary, and a link to some Extra Details I included.

Honestly I am excited about putting so much effort into her. I feel really good about this.

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“Ya know... I think I missed this look.”

(Commissioned from @noblevicartstudio08 !)

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Oh shit, I forgot to upload this. Oops. I uh, tried drawing Death in the style of Faith: The Unholy Trinity. Sorry if it doesn’t look that good.

Edit: Decided to do a bit of a touchup with the picture to make it look better! I admit the more I look at it the more I realize I did a good job.

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Continued from Here! @valorxdrive

She tenses up slightly as that golden color lights up the area around her, looking for the source of it as the beam of light suddenly appears in front of her, the grip she had on her Keyblade tightening as she quickly pockets the small device she was holding. The aura was comforting, strengthening even, but she still felt slightly on edge. An old instinct, to be cautious of the Light.

And then she hears his voice, seeing the vague form of a person begin to show through the light as it diminished around him. Complimenting her for how well she fought. She watches as the light evaporates and he fully forms, first taking notice of his friendly demeanor, which manages to put her at ease, letting her Keyblade dissipate from her hand for now. He had certainly gotten across that he was different as well, in his own way. Though she couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised that he didn’t seem to react to the fact that she and the Heartless she fought looked similar to eachother.

“I uh, just happened to be in the neighborhood.” She replies, a hint of nervousness in her voice as she rests her hands in the pockets of her cloak. Truth was that it wasn’t just coincidence that she happened to be here to fight off Heartless. It might be easy for Sora to pick up on the fact she wasn’t telling him the truth, as she didn’t have a lot of experience with lying.

She can’t help but look around once more, making sure there weren’t any other Heartless in the vicinity. “...Your Heart’s like a lighthouse with how much Light is in it, by the way. I can sense it just by standing in front of you.” She admits, before turning to face him once more. “I’m Faith. Who are you?” She asks, offering a hand for him to shake.

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The once and forever king of the mines. May he rest in peace

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the ccs comments about this session: oh my god it was so harrowing. my fight or flight instincts kicked in. i nearly cried. i had to walk away from my computer for a moment to calm down

the actual episodes: hi guys! welcome back to Real Housewives of Minecraft Death Game, today we're going to raise the server divorce rate to 400%

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tfc was an inspiration in his steadfast ability to go at his own pace. where anyone else might find themselves inadequate to be on a server full of technical wizards of redstone and artistic builders, tfc was like any other millions of Minecraft players worldwide. he got lost a lot. he didnt go out at night due to being bad at fighting hostile mobs. he once hid on a pillar in the ocean for a whole night to not die to zombies. and he did it all with dry wit, patience, and humor. despite his persistent issues with motion sickness messing with his ability to play Minecraft and therefore upload, he still tried, and he managed- to reach the hearts of thousands, and his community remains one of the kindest and most understanding fanbases i have ever had the pleasure to witness and take part in. though many people didnt know his channel, or who he was, to many others he was a comforting island of normalcy in a community filled with comedians, artists, and technical geniuses. he will be missed dearly, and i hope he rests in peace.

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kevin defunctland: while making this video, i feared that me giving a name to this man who influenced our childhoods so much through only 4 notes would taint his legacy and prevent him from being recognized as the talented and creative man that he was, which is why this entire video's soundtrack is scored by one of his albums. i hope I've done his memory justice

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hbomberguy: tommy tallarico, if youre watching this, just know, i brought you into mainstream relevance, and i can take you out of it just as easily

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winderlylandchime · 1 year

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Hello! I am very late because I unfortunately did not have the time to read chapter 11 when you uploaded it so my bad for coming to you with tears and screaming about feelings a week later (just as you uploaded a new chapter which i also have feelings about): you broke my heart! MY HEART GOT SHATTERED! I loved the beginning of it that showed Brian taking care of Justin and being around him (god i wish we got more of that in s2) but my heart still broke for both of them. Justin bring in pain and frustrated and Brian just being lost while trying his best. “He pours every unspoken word from that parking garage into the impossible task of managing every detail of Justin’s treatment” oh how about you just stab me in the heart and get over it? I legit wanted to cry while reading this chapter. Btw also my jaw dropped and so did my heart when Mikey called Brian a whore at comicon, i literally threw my phone on the bed and walked away. I was ready to fight him all while hugging Brian (you know what Kevin heart meme where a woman is holding him like a kid, basically me) NOW, here comes the real heartbreak. The night alone. I wanted to fucking cry when reading the rest of the chapter. “…across the dark loft and in the quiet of the night that makes bravery possible, that it had also been the best night of his life” vs “But a bat did slice through the air of that best night and took it all away.” MY HEART! I genuinely gasped at that part because poor Brian and obviously Justin but in this case Brian finally felt something and it was stolen and i am having an entire crisis over it. The only thing I did love (by THAT i mean as in like “yessss!!!!!” Type of moment, because trust me i LOVED every single word in this chapter even if did slice me in half when i read it) was when Ted recommended Brian marketing and more education. Like yes baby!! You were made for that!!! But also the ending with Mikey and Brian? It was very much needed and expected obviously but you did it very well. It obviously kills Brian because of his promises but im so happy that they finally let him walk away. And the ending with Emmett? Gosh, i am a slut for Kinneycutt so thank you for delivering them from the beginning but especially in this little moment. And obviously the ending once again HURT. “The days turn dark and cloudy after Justin leaves. // this is just another gloomy winter in Pittsburgh. That the sun will shine again.” MY HEART IS GONE! Cant even describe the moment when I read this paragraph because it was a mix between jaw on the floor and a sobbing mess. Anyway sorry for this extremely long blabbering message.

Hello dear sweet anon!

You NEVER have to apologize for coming to my asks at any point to talk about a fic! It could be the minute I post or years later… I can pretty confidently tell you that this is true for any other fic writer ever.

It physically hurt me to write what Mikey said to Brian. But also it feels canonically accurate (301! 301!) even though I didn’t have Brian punch him for this (because Brian would only punch Mikey to defend Justin not to defend himself).

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Red repeated.

"I know right?"

"she don't look like da teacher type."

"I know but she did teach me."

You were hoping the car would swallow you. This was one of the worst reactions you had ever got from someone. Please someone end this quickly.

"when did that start?" Red asked.

"When I was kicked out."

"that's kinda nice ta 'ear."

You looked at Red who had a fond smile on his face. When he realized you were looking it was quickly replaced by his blend smile.

"No funds, no school. I took care of the bills and Stitch worked hard to achieve her goals."

"it's nice ta know ya had someone taking care of ya."

"Could not have done it without her. Whatever Lilo told you."

His grin grew wide and he cooed the next words.

"let's jus' say ya sista ain't 'dickin' around."

You both laughed while Stitch looked mortified.

"Oh my god Red. You had to say that!"

"I like your humour Red."

"i know, made it maself. now go back ta sleep kid, so i can have a nice chat with ya sister."

You both laughed and the ride went on for the next few hours. Red seemed nicer now. He was listening to you and Stitch, making jokes once in a while. He was great with words and you enjoyed how he complemented the atmosphere. You would like to think staying with him for a while wouldn't be so bad.

The sky got darker and as you stopped on the side of the road for a quick diner you felt a strong presence behind you.

...

Notes:

I think I'm going to start uploading chapters officially on Thursdays. (I always end up posting them there anyway.)

[It's no 'skin of my bones' (/^.^)/ *runs away*]

Anyway like always I'm leaving you all on a mild cliff-hanger. The next few chapters are well planned out and involve blood, gore and the mention of rape. Please steer clear of those if you do not like that kind of content. I will put the top notes as content warnings.

If you enjoy this kind of content let me know. I also like chatting and if you have any suspicions on what happens next I'll gladly entertain you in the comments.

Now that all of that is done. Head over to my Tumblr . My ask box and dm will always be open.

Soon enough you will also get an alternative story called Moon, stars and Sun (MSS). These will include scraped ideas, Stitch PoV, Red PoV and many more.

Chapter 5: Oh...

Summary:

Finally I have come out of my writer's block on this story. I also realized that my writing style has greatly changed in the past year. Thank you for the patience of those who wanted to read this lovely piece of zombie fiction.

With this I promise to try and publish a sixth chapter in the near future. This fifth was really hard to write and basically now has ten drafts. I hate it but it is what it is.

Now on with your regularly scheduled piece of littérature.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

You saw Red tense up when you did. Both of you were preparing for a fight. A light chuckle had you turn around to see who was there. You heard a struggle happening behind you but the man in front of you had a gun now pointed at your skull.

"Nah, do one wrong move and her skull explodes."

You dropped your stance and raised both arms above your head.

"What do you want, Fin?"

He smiled and waved his gun around. A few more men came out from the roads to the sides. They carried heavy weaponry and had their fingers on the trigger.

"I want what I'm owed and you owe me your life."

He pointed the gun at your head.

"But I'm willing to trade."

You rolled your eyes totally baffled by his behavior.

"Spit it."

"I promise to let both of you go if you give me... that monster."

"what!"

Red tried to walk but you pushed a hand in front of him. You saw his sockets were missing their usual lights. You grabbed him by the shoulder and applied some pressure to it.

"I can't let you do that, Fin."

"Why's that?"

Two of the men came with Stitch in tow. Your sister snarled at them, shaking the touch of one of them trying to reach her ass. She pushed him off and he fell flat on his ass. She came to stand on the other side of Red. You looked at one another and you cleared your throat. Your sister took notice of this and started speaking.

"He's our prisoner."

"am what?"

Rule # 16 (opportunity knocks)

You applied more pressure on his shoulder. Your sister must have done the same thing on the other side. She went on explaining to Fin and his men how you had stolen him from a monster camp. If you hadn't been there you would believe her. She could have been anything she wanted with all her smart and wits. You smiled and nodded when your sister needed you to confirm her saying. She probably wanted to give them Red but with your refusal to cooperate she had to find an alternative. Stitch continued retelling the story until Fin was satisfied. Just to nail it in you decided to try yourself with one of your techniques.

"They'd probably kill us if two little princesses showed up on their doorstep but with some knights and their prince... Who knows how it could turn out."

Stitch opened her mouth and told you off for calling her a princess. He called out her poor taste in fashion and how it was probably the reason she had poor taste in men. She yelled at him that he'd be better off with you since he needs a princess. He blushed and looked at you.

Oh no, the conservation was steering that way. It actually worked. He was actually looking kind of nervous now when he stared at you. Stitch must have caught on to that. She went on and on about how monsters with their magic could kill you in a second. How their heavy artillery was needed. He asked why Red hadn't killed you both.

"He can't. He doesn't have any magic."

That's the most blatant lie you've ever told one but it should do the trick since Red didn't try anything yet.

"Fine, fuck I don't want these fuckers finding us. If you promise me eighty percent of the ransom. I'll let you both live."

Your sister looked at you and nodded. You walked forward and shook his hand. You could feel the grime and sweat from his palm.

"Where's this meeting?"

"The city of Hamilton. It's in between their base and where we got him."

He smiled and he looked more than pleased with himself. That didn't sit well with you. When you turned to look at your sister she also looked peeved by it.

"Good our base is in Atlanta so you don't mind spending the night with us?"

Were they bringing you back there? Their base is a death trap if you've ever seen one. Maybe with a bit of luck you can wiggle your way out of this.

"But Fin, we kinda told them we'd be here tonight. Can't you make an exception?"

Stitch nodded and you had to stop yourself from punching him when he came closer and took you by your arm.

"Well princess, I hope you know I'm up for negotiating your current terms if you are willing to spend time with me."

He gestured for his men to lower their weapons. He must have no longer felt threatened by you. He also had no clue what Red could or couldn't do.

"You won't mind joining me on our ride back won't you? We left on such a sour note last time. We don't want something like that to happen again do we?"

You shook your head but before you could move to get in your car, he took you by your hand. He whispered in your ear how you were going to come with him.

"Your sister doesn't need you. She can drive with that thing while you stay with me."

He had this deep voice which may have worked on other girls but you just found him disgusting. He abused of his power and tried to touch Stitch last time. You faked a smile and turned to Stitch.

"You know where to go. Lead the way with him."

Red and Stitch got into the car. You took Fin's arm and followed him to one of the cars that had pulled up here. He continuously grabbed at your thigh and you had to stop yourself from swatting him off. You continued taking in his slight groping since it wasn't anything too bad. At least this way you were all safe. You hoped Stitch and Red were coming up with a plan.

Meanwhile on their side Red was freaking out. She kept arguing on why she had to drive now of all times. Red forcefully coached her into using the car. After a while she got the hang of it. Red was surprised but he couldn't help but comment once in a while on things she was doing wrong.

"shit can't we jus' dust 'em all?"

"No Red! Lilo is still with them. We need to make an escape plan for all of us."

She started fidgeting with the clip of her holster. She didn't like what they had planned for you. The way he looked at you made her feel uncomfortable. Red looked at Stitch unsure on how to comfort them.

"do ya 'ave a plan?"

"We have half an hour before we reach Atlanta and another ten before we reach their base. Don't worry I'll have one."

He looked back towards the vehicle that were now following them. He kept thinking about what you and your sister had just done. It didn't make any sense to him. Why would you both stick up for him and not just sell him? He would have sold himself! He'd just have to stick around and figure out what made you both so special. Stitch ended up coming up with what Red believed to be both incredibly dumb but also the most effective plan. They talked the details over while nearing the city.

"Better put your hood up. Here they don't really like monsters."

He didn't argue, he knew that humans were just a bunch of racists. What he didn't expect was that she would flat out tell him.

"You wouldn't know but Lilo is probably coming up with an even more brilliant plan than me. If it wasn't for her I would have given you to them without a doubt."

"wow thanks for that."

He rolled his light and looked back at her. She seemed wise beyond her years. He felt a similar connection between her and his brother. Not that he'd ever tell her. She seemed genuinely strong and intelligent, something he didn't see in a lot of people. Of course Lilo was a lot like that as well but it's like comparing oranges and apples. They might both be fruits but in terms of looks and taste they are worlds apart.

"Lilo likes you by the way. I can't see what she sees in you but I guess it's because you are an honest asshole. Cause it's definitely not because you are kind."

Rude but he'd let it pass. He cracked a genuine smile and looked towards her.

"guess am one of a kind."

He winked saying the last part and Stitch audibly gagged.

"Never do that in front of me please. This is embarrassing."

She massaged the side of her head with one palm while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He kept commenting on her driving skill but she didn't let that phase her. She just nodded and applied what he was saying, after all. This was her first time actually driving. She felt some shivers when she saw how the walls surrounding their base were looking. It was like they were preparing for the biggest horde of the year. She took note of the terrain and all of their preparations.

You were nearing their base having entered the city a few minutes ago. You knew he wouldn't put you in one of his lower floors this time around. It would be too easy for you to escape. You have to make your plan once you are back on the road. With the number of people on this base making an escape inside seemed almost impossible. These guys were armed with heavy weaponry and they didn't hesitate. You and Stitch learned this the hard way last time. You asked yourself again and again on the most efficient method of escaping but you couldn't come up with anything. It might be a spur of the moment kind of thing. You never know with that brain of yours. You can usually act composed but once in a while you slip up. You had a feeling this might be one of those days.

Once all the cars reached the garage Fin got out of the vehicle. He told you to stay so you obeyed. You didn't like having to answer to the likes of him but that didn't matter to you. Right now you need a moment of calm to properly think and sort through your thoughts. When Fin came back it was with Stitch.

"Where's the hostage?"

"He's waiting in my office."

He grabbed your arm and you looked at Stitch.

"Would you mind if I check my sister over? Your knights rough handled her a bit too much to my liking."

He smiled and motioned for you to proceed. You shook your head and told him you wouldn't do that in front of an audience. He asked if you prefered his office. He also specified "that thing" would be there to watch. You knew he meant Red but didn't comment on it. He walked you through the halls until you reached a set of elevators.

"Wait, they actually work?"

"Of course they do! It's my most prized possession. Jealous now are you?"

He brushed your cheek with his hand and you endured. This time you had to play nice.

"It's really impressive. I love the looks of it. Although it must take a lot of electricity to power this thing."

While you were talking he had taken the time to press the elevator buttons and it was slowly coming back down to this floor. You smiled and tried to get your sister to join in on the conversation. She right out refused to do so and even gave you the silent treatment. It was probably part of her plan. She would be the type to try and instill doubt in between the both of you, or at least make it look like that. When you tried to reach for your sister's arm in a "last ditch effort" he smiled at that while you looked hurt.

"Don't worry princess. She's probably hurt and doesn't want to show that she's in pain."

"You think so?"

You turned towards him and started tearing up. He grabbed your hand and massaged the top of it. You let him do it this time and even smiled when he looked up at you.

Once the doors opened, that was all Red saw. You giggling while holding this motherfucker's hand. He had to keep calm. He knew part of Stitch's plan involved getting you chummy with this guy. Did you really have to make it that obvious that you were flirting with him?

He dragged you to his desk and you had to hold in a gag. He smelled so bad before. You asked Stitch to show you her wounds. She still wouldn't talk to you. She showed you a few bruises you knew weren't inflicted by his man but still you could try. You pouted and you turned towards him. You taped your foot on the ground and crossed your arms.

"I want the man who did this to be punished, my sis isn't talking to me because of him!"

You tapped your foot a few more to ring it in. Fin actually looked distressed when you did that. Maybe your sister was onto something.

"I want it done NOW!"

He tried to regain his composure but you could see through it now.

"Of course whatever my princess wants."

He snapped his fingers and the two guards that were in the room with the both of you left. Probably to give a few hits to the poor bastard who had "hurt" Stitch. You had to give it to her. Your sister was right about this guy's kink. You could take advantage of that. Your sister didn't stop pouting, maybe she wanted to push it and see how far he'd go. Hurting some of his own seemed excessive enough but maybe not for him.

Red was looking at this perfectly trammed narrative you and your sister had. It was like you had practiced it over and over. Or maybe you had. Your sister knew about your body count. Maybe she also learned about kinks and she saw a common link between guys that have the same kink. He just couldn't believe how bad this guy was biting your act. You had just pouted and asked that your sister get some monster food so that she'd heal up. Monster food is expensive; he wouldn't just cough it up. Or so he thought. A few minutes later a plate of monster candies and an assortment of other treats were placed in front of you both.

You were now trying to get to his pride spot. You wanted to stroke his ego for having so many amazing things. Was he a narcissist? The corner of Red's smile pulled up while admiring your creativity. He then made a comment on his metal baby.

"Why do you drive that piece of trash? I could get you a much better car."

He appeared so smug and you just bounced on your heels while looking at him. Red had to remind himself that it was all just an act.

"Really can we go see them?!"

You squealed and your sister turned her head like she wasn't already listening. She whispered in your ear, you took that little window of opportunity to sneak the key to the hummer in her hand. You walked elegantly over and whispered in Fin's ear. He smiled and looked at Red. Red backed away from the guy he didn't trust. Red was now on the corner near the table full of monster candies.

"Seems like they think you'd be a mighty fine pet to walk around. Let's get a nice leash to go with that collar you got."

You turned to fully face Red and he had this absolute look of disgust. Maybe this wasn't a good plan. While Fin was busy looking through his "special" stash, Stitch was pocketing monster candies and putting them in Red's jacket. You saw the light inside of Red's socket tremble. You got close to his ear (?) and whispered.

"I promise, I won't let him hurt you."

Fin came out with the leash and you took it out of his hand. You winked at Fin and walked back to Red. You brushed right under his chin and it was like his light finally came back. You lowered your eyes and looked at the leash. He followed your eyes and you felt like you could understand one another in that moment. He felt how sorry you were. You didn't know what made him react that way but you knew it wasn't good. You tried the leash to the front of his collar and walked with him. He followed behind you and you proudly showed off to Fin. What a dickhead falling for such a cheap trick. Well with a bit of luck you'd be out in less than an hour.

While you went down the elevator you had to make small talk and flirtatious remarks to Find. It wasn't at all what you had planned for the day. Red at one point broke character when you called Fin handsome. He just started snickering and Fin was about to hit him. So you thanked the leash close to you.

"Pet's can be taught to speak on command. Did you know that Fin?”

He had such a yearning look for you and just straight up licked his lips. You felt a shiver run down your spine. At least he was an easy target for you. Once the elevator stopped, Fin walked out and extended his hand. Stitch was slowly following behind. Everywhere you went dozens of eyes stared at you. It was probably normal for Fin to walk around with a girl like this. You just hoped you made your act sellable. Further down the path your host announced your arrival at his garage. Hundreds of cars lined perfectly. You feigned an impressed look and twirled around. You took him and squeezed his arm right against your breasts. You ignored his handful on your rear and squealed at every expensive car you saw.

He bought it. He was now giving you the grand tour and promising that any of these would be yours if you stayed with him. You continued making all kinds of comments. Saying how you'd need one with a lot of room in the back. He wasn't an idiot at least and understood you were talking about fucking him.

Your sister had walked away and was now looking for the car. Or that's what you were guessing. You entertained him while Red kept looking around. His eyes darted everywhere and it was now making you anxious. Fin took the leash from your hand and brought Red really close to him.

"Is he bothering you princess?"

You tilted his head in your direction hoping to turn his attention away from Red and onto you.

"Don't worry about him. I think you were about to show me a pretty yellow Mustang weren't you?"

He shot a look at Red and focused on you. Your monster companion was definitely wondering if you had a plan at this point. When he heard tires screech in the distance and saw his baby coming down at full speed, he smiled. He genuinely started laughing. Fin didn't like that. You had basically shoved him to the ground as soon as you saw Stitch was close enough. You went to Red who had dropped the leash from his collar and turned around to give the middle finger to Fin. You saw his eye light turn big at that exact moment when you whirled around Fin had a gun pointed at Red. Fin was aiming at Red and in that moment you couldn't think but you acted. You moved in the way of the gun as you were filled with [bravery].

Rule # 17 (Don't be a hero)

Maybe today was also a rule breaking day. You felt a rushing and burning sensation in your chest. The ringing in your ears didn't help. For some reason you were grabbing your chest. It hurt so much. Why wasn't the pain stopping? Your sister stopped the car and you looked at her and smiled.

"Finally took you long enough."

"Don't fucking "finally" me bitch! Red get her in the fucking car. You are driving."

He looked baffled and told her so.

"the fuck i gotta do that?"

She glared at him and pointed in your general direction.

"Know how to stop bleeding on human tissue?"

He whirled around to look at you and realization dawned his face. He shook his head and placed you in the back seat. Stitch joining you. You heard screams and shouts from everywhere around you. More bullets were fired. None of them seemed to cause any real damage. You looked at your sister and she had a worried look on her face.

"Don't worry it's just a scratch. I'll walk it off."

She swatted your hand that tried to reach for her face.

"Don't move, you'll make it worse."

At some point the car ride seemed too tranquil and you felt an immense need to sleep. You tried to fight it but all you could do was tell her this one phrase.

"Like the sun in the sky..."

She didn't have time for tears you'd make it.

"And the moon and the stars."

With those peaceful words you finally left for the world of dreams. Stitch looked kind of panicked and started to breathe heavily but after a quick check of your pulse she felt you'd be fine. While you were still under the effect of adrenaline she had time to take the bullet out. It didn't pierce any major arteries. She just hoped you'd make it.

Red on the other hand was sweating profusely looking back every once in a while and always looking at his rear view mirror. Those fuckers hadn't tried to chase after them. Probably too stunned. Red had the brilliance of mind to use a bone cage to trap the asshole after his initial shot. Stitch didn't comment on it and you were too out of it to realize. He scratched the back of his head and looked at Stitch. They had just gotten out of these shitheads' radius. He stopped the car in a nearby alley and turned it off. He looked back at you and your sister. She was offhandish but knew you probably needed his help.

"ya promise not ta hurt me?"

She looked between you and him and decided to trust the semi trustable character that was Red. He extended his hand.

"ma name's red."

She nodded and extended hers. Instead of the shock like you were given she felt the wrinkle of plastic in her hand. When she looked at it, a monster candy was placed in her palm. She immediately forced your mouth open and placed it inside. It instantly disappeared and she waited for something to happen.

...

She started getting anxious and Red looked at her. He shrugged and told her.

"s'not like she only needs one. i got plenty' where that came from."

He wiggled his brow bone at her but he was indeed handing her more monster candy. She took it and continued feeding them to you until the wound looked like it had scarring tissue. Red did warn her that if infection were to set inside the wound you'd be better with antibiotics. That's when both of them felt a deep rumble under their feet. They looked out of the windows and couldn't spot what was wrong. Red stepped outside of the vehicle and walked back toward the main road. When the bridge of his nasal bone peaked toward the street he immediately darted back into the alley. He was now full on sprinting which had never happened as far as she was concerned. Stitch panicked and when she saw Red reach for the emergency stairs he finally spoke up.

"ther's a horde of da fuckers. we gotta find high ground."

Stitch grabbed you and followed Red. He pulled down the ladder and had you placed safely on the first floor with your sister. After that he went back for the bags. This monster had the brilliance of mind to open the hood of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing Red???"

"makin' sure ma baby doesn't scream while we there."

Smart she had to give it to him. He climbed up and joined your sister and you on the first floor. He yanked the ladder up and you all entered through a window that had been left open. Thank you apocalyptic convenience. You were shifted onto the office couch of this building and Red started making rounds for possible infected. When he came back empty handed Stitch had to break it to him. You didn't have enough antibiotics to fight off an infection.

"how much she got?"

She sighed and looked at him.

"Three pills. That's a day and a half."

Notes:

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Chapter 6: Welcome back

Summary:

Stitch and Red have to work together to make you recover from the wound. Hopefully everything goes according to plan.

Chapter Text

When you came back to your sense you felt an overwhelming amount of anxiety thinking about your wound. You flung the covers off yourself. You checked yourself over and found that your wound had been wrapped. You gave yourself a once over before deciding to get up. Stitch was sleeping while sitting. You took the time to take the previously discarded covers and wrap her in it. She must have been so scared for you.

You continued looking around for a clue on where you were. The constant noises from outside kept distracting you. You looked from the nearest window and saw what you had feared. It was like a tidal wave of them. Was Stitch okay? She had to be, considering she had carried you here. Or maybe that was Red. You looked around for the offending skeleton. He wasn't anywhere near from what you could see.

That's when you spotted the emergency stairs from the side of the building. You climbed through the window not without swearing a few times. This wound was painful hopefully you didn't tear any stitches open. While looking to the sea of undead you realized that the car was there. So you were definitely out of the group's range. You wondered how it all happened. It was still fuzzy in your head considering the hole that had been made in your stomach. You climbed up the stairs until you were all the way to the top. You couldn't help but admire the view. The night sky illuminated by the stars. It was truly a breathtaking view.

In the distance with his feet hanging from the rooftop was Red. He was contemplating the sky. You called out to him, he must have been too lost in his own thoughts as he didn't react. You continued walking to him and when you reached him you placed a hand on his shoulder. He jolted a bit and looked at you. You smiled and asked if you could sit.

"Thanks for saving me."

"don't 'ave ta tell me twice. jus' didn't want ya sis ta kill me."

You nodded and chuckled lightly. It had been so little time with him but you were already feeling closer to him. That's what the apocalypse does to people. You might have to permanently scratch off rule #5 (No attachments) or maybe consider him rule #8 (Get a kick-ass partner). With this you sat down next to him. You kept looking between the stars and him unsure if you should start talking again. To your surprise he was the one to speak up.

"ya told me ya know 'bout stars."

You nodded and he continued.

"cause i save'd ya, ya betta show me them stars."

This was probably his way of asking for you to show him. What a tsundere. Or maybe it was just the way he was raised. You had been at it for about half an hour when you felt the chills run through your spine.

"Hehe, I guess I'm , chilled to the bone."

Red snorted and you had to stop and look at him. You suddenly bursted into giggles alongside him. After a few seconds he calmed down but you wouldn't stop.

"uh, lilo? i think ya had 'nough laugh for a nigh'."

You weren't stopping and now he was panicking. He saw how flushed your face was and asked you what was wrong. You answered him that the sky was spinning. That's when realization dawned on him. You were being delirious. That must have been one of those human fevers Stitch was talking about.

"okay i need ya ta stop laughin' am gonna get ya your meds."

You stopped but only to look at him. You grabbed his head with both of your hands and placed a big smooch in the middle of his forehead. A deep crimson blush covered his cheek bones while you just snuggled against his forehead. That's when he felt it. You were so warm. That was totally unexpected and he felt ashamed for not thinking of your health. He carried you down the steps back to the first floor while you continued nuzzling his neck.

"she jus' delirious she ain't meanin' ta be like that."

"Meaning to be like what, Red?

Stitch was on her feet and had her arms crossed while looking at Red. Beads of sweats were pearling down his skull while he looked at your sister. He smiled warily and placed you on the couch. At this point your sister had reached over and told you to take two pills. She had explained to Red that one was to lower the fever while the other was to fight the infection. You had fallen asleep immediately after. Which meant that Red was faced with his thoughts and one angry younger sister. She tapped her foot and waited for him to speak up, when he didn't she sighed and asked him what had happened.

"she came ta see me on the roof top. we had a chitchat 'bout stars 'nd that's when i realized she wasn't ther'."

"So you thought it was a good idea to bring someone sick on a roof top in a freezing cold temperature.

"i didn't think. us skeletons don't feel the cold. i'd make a joke 'bout that but don't think ya much into jokes right now."

She was really annoyed but understood what Red had meant. Reasonably she knew you would be the kind to climb and have a chat even if you were on your deathbed. She went and looked through her backpack. Red stayed next to the couch where you were laying peacefully. Red kept looking at your face now that he had to coherent thoughts to himself. He realized how pale your skin looked.

"how much blood ya think she lost?"

"Enough to weaken her, why? The monster candies will fix her up won't they?"

He scratched the back of his skull unaware of how to phrase it.

"they don't replace blood."

Great so now Stitch had two problem on her hands. A need for pills to stop the fever and a need for a blood transfusion to strengthen your immune response. You'd basically be useless until the antibiotics kick in.

"I don't think we even have enough food to survive this horde. We need to think of a plan."

Red and Stitch brainstormed for a while. Since they can't go down to the lower floors, Stitch will explore the building. Red would go outside since he was a monster the undead seemed pretty uninterested in him. Stitch showed him a city map and pointed which direction he'd have to go. They also thought about moving you to a locked office in case zombies somehow made their way to the first floor. You were still pretty out of it and let Red drag you there. Stitch and Red came back with the couch and you crashed on it. Rendering you a pile of goop once again.

"What will you do Red?"

"I'll get ya supplies. da meds ya need 'nd if i find somethin' for blood i'll figure it out."

She nodded in agreement. Hopefully she'd find a few vending machines of the other floors. They made sure you were secure in there before parting ways. Stitch waved to Red as she saw him exit through the window.

It was now his time to shine. Red could get out use the excess magic he had built on this. He'd find you food, he'd find himself more mustard. He'd probably go to a clinic or hospital or something to find what Stitch had asked of him. He shortcutted to the rooftop and looked around. The closest rooftop was only a shortcut away. He made the trip swiftly and came upon a gruesome discovery. A couple who had probably commited a double suicide here. He was now really happy he stopped in that alley. One before and you wouldn't have had a pleasant night with the sky. He continued shortcutting between roofs until he was right on top of the supermarket.

He used a couple of bones to make a dent in the roof. The part he had targetted easily collapsing. He entered the alleys and quickly grabbed a cart. He'd make use of this extra time away from you to expend his magic. Not that he didn't trust you or your sister but the fact that someone could know how much damage his magic could do still scared him. What if you thought less of him for it. He had to keep these negative thoughts at bay. Your survival was on the line. He didn't want to go too big so he summoned some bones here and there knowing full well that if he made too much of a ruckus the zombies would pummel inside. He was surprised enough to see that they weren't already but when he looked at the entrance he realized why. The entrance had also collapsed at some point in the past, he'd guess month or so.

He fought and demolished the few infected that were inside. His nose cringed not at the smell of the undead but the putrid smell of fruits and meats that had long ago perished.He look for the canned isles and anything he knew you could make something yummy out of. Or maybe that was more of Stitch's thing. He'd find out soon enough. If he wanted to find common ground and work together with Stitch he knew he had it badly for you.

He continued picking things left and right. Even remembering to pick up hygiene products for his lady friends. That would surely work in his favor. Isle after isle is cart kept piling up. He couldn't believe how huge the place was. He kept finding things to add to the pile without knowing where he was headed. This would be more than enough to survive the herd and if not he could come back once it was over. He'd probably make you both wear masks so you wouldn't throw up anything on top of the already rotting food. He was getting rather annoyed by the lack of yellow gold. His steps and kills getting harsher by the second. He finally found his holy grail, yellow American mustard. He guzzled the first bottle he grabbed realizing only after it was emptied that he was falling into bad habits. He needed to keep his focus, after all you were waiting for him. He shoved a bunch into the cart hoping he would have enough for now.

His steps stopped when he found something he never thought he would. The giant sign with the logo of the national superstore brand. He facepalmed. This wasn't just any supermarket, it was a *super* supermarket. The kinds that had a lot everything and more. That's why he had felt so lost earlier. Red's attention snapped to the rooftop where some rubble had just fell from. That's when he saw a shadowy figure retreat.

"not happenin' pal."

He shortcutted to the roof and saw the man running for the escape ladder. A quick shortcut in front of him had the man stumbling for words.

"an' where do ya think ya headin'?"

"Holy shit they've evolved!"

"ain't a fuckin' zombie am a skeleton monster dipshit."

The man in front of Red suddenly turned red. Was he emberassed to have mistaken the skeleton monster for one of the undead. Red's smile grew wide as he took a step forward.

"listen 'ere. i ain't got time to spare. i got a sick human an' unless ya a doc or somethin' ya not worth my time."

His eyes grew wide as Red got closer with a summoned bone in his hand. This was just getting the anger out. If he's helpful he'll play along with Red if not, good bye little man. The man cowered behind his baton and Red took sick pleasure in watching his face twist with horror.

"No! Don't hurt daddy!"

A little figure popped out of the shadow and rushed to her father's side. The little dark head of hair stood firmly in front of Red giving him the stink eye. He stared at their soul and was quite shocked what awaited him. The father was a kindness soul with no LV to his name while the daughter was a determination soul. He looked to her small frame and was reminded of his Frisk.

"tch, i guess ya get to live 'nother day."

He started walking away when the little girl grabbed him by his jacket. He went to swat her away but she held firm to him. Not wanting to put up with the little human he glared at her dad. The little kid shook him by his coat and spoke up.

"Daddy isn't a doctor but mommy is! If you help us, mommy will help you."

"Tina! I'm sorry Mister skeleton. We'll get out of your way."

Tina shook her head. She held firm to Red's coat and looked him straight in his lights.

"We need food! If you go and get us food from down there, mommy will treat your friend!"

Red looked at the little girl and her father. He sighed.

"fine, ya get what ya want an' i get what i want."

He ruffled the child's head and the small one finally let go of him. She stood proudly by her father's side while the father tried to give his daughter a lecture. Red just shortcutted back inside the market and took another cart. He went and gathered the same kind of thing he had gotten for him and the girls except no mustard this time around. He shortcutted back to the rooftop with both carts. The little girl jumped and danced around while Red went to talk to the dad.

"ya wife, she's for real?"

"Yes, although she isn't mentally stable right now. She doesn't know about the apocalypse and I've been sheltering her from it."

"ya think that's helping her?"

He shook his head.

"No but it's the best I can do. Last time I tried she almost killed Tina to protect her."

He gestured to the child.

"How old even is she?"

"I'm 7. Daddy says my birthday is when the leaves fall off the trees."

Red commented on how clever the child was before turning to the father. He asked what was the plan if she didn't know the world was in shambles, how they would make her believe in their cause.

"We'll have to play pretend. That's how I usually move her around."

He turned to his daughter who looked back at him with joy in his eyes.

"We get to play pretend! What's the game this time?"

He looked Red up and down and an idea seem to sprout. He asked the skeleton not to get offended about his next request. Red said he would try his best.

"I think a pretend mafia scenario works best here."

Red gave him a side eye look before the father explained himself.

"You have to hold my daughter hostage until we treat your precious person. Does that make sense? We can say you kidnapped us and will only release us once that person is treated."

Red knew Stitch wouldn't like that plan. He'll he didn't like it either.

"Does the pretend plan work well?"

Tina nodded and got close to him. She gestured for him to lower himself which he did begrudgingly. She whispered in his ear cavity.

"If we play pretend mommy never gets mad."

He sighed. The problem was moving them around now. That's when he realized. How did they even get around with the horde under their feet. He voiced those thoughts and that's when the little girl showed a plank bridge linking the supermarket to the next roof over.

"Daddy is an engineer. He makes cool stuff."

Red nodded and left his cart there. He followed them with their cart and shortcutted from roof to roof until the father asked him to wait. He entered the complex and that's when he saw it looked brand new. No mold, no dust, it's like this place was apocalypse free. He whistled which caught the attention of someone. The little girl asked to climb in Red's arms and he silently took her.

"Honey, did you bring home company. I haven't had time to make dinner yet."

The father whispered in his ear.

"Hit me. Trust me it will work."

Red looked at him completely incredulous but decided to believe the man. So he punched him right in the guts. He wretch but didn't throw up. What a strong resolve. The wife heard him and went to look for her husband.

"Hailey, stay there!"

The wife stopped barely inches away from the door Red and the duo were at. She screamed and called for her husband's name.

"Robbie! What did he do to you?"

"Stay back Hailey and listen to him. He just needs you to help his friend. He promised to let us go if you help."

She looked startled but saw her daughter in Red's arms.

"You kidnap little girls to get what you want how despicable."

Red didn't let it affect him.

"ya want ya family back or not?"

She moved back but didn't move anymore. He saw her fist shake in anger but she steadied herself.

"What do you need from me."

#undertale

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 2 years

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PAABITB had gone radio silent for a while and part of me hoped that she actually changed and was starting to do better, but she seems to have come back exactly the way she was, so I guess she must've just found a more private outlet to spew her toxicity, most likely with like-minded fandom scum who's just as bad as her.

Yeah, not only has been more active on her private Twitter and Tumblr from what my followers say, but it turns out that now, she’s uploading videos to YouTube lecturing the fandom on how to act. In fact, she uploaded one almost two weeks ago. Let’s go over it, shall we?

And before any of you act like I’m the one stalking her, just know that she still follows my blog while I’m still blocked from directly responding to her.

Also, she’s still smeared me in the past, in addition to some of the more prominent users in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom.

So yeah, if she can act like the fandom police to other users, I don’t see why I can’t give PAABITB a taste of her own medicine. Ready for a thorough rebuttal to her latest attack on the fandom from yours truly?

“Alright, we need to talk, Miraculous fandom. I get it. I seriously do. At one point, we were all naive, oblivious, and unaware of what we hated or liked. But honestly? How some of you deny or say Adrigami doesn’t work, but think Marigami works is insensitive and disgusting.”

Oh my God, people are shipping different characters together? That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen!

How many times are you going to say that it’s perfectly okay to belittle other people for their different views regarding ships while you keep acting like anyone who doesn’t ship Adrigami is a terrible human being?

“Seriously. I’m sick and tired of this. I’m seriously sick and tired of this. Not to mention you believe what the show writers tell you. You fall into their brainwashing, and look where it gets you: Nowhere.”

“Brainwashing”? What, do you think Mr. Big is in charge of broadcasting the show? Do you think anyone who doesn’t ship the Love Square is kidnapped by ZAG employees and is subjected to the same kind of torture Winston got in 1984?

No matter what you think of the writing of the show, whether you think it’s getting better or worse, I wouldn’t say they’re actually trying to “brainwash” viewers. Yes, a recurring problem is the way they try to act like certain plot elements have always been there (Ladybug mistreating Cat Noir, Marinette not being in love with Luka, Adrien and Marinette being best friends, Marinette giving Adrien a lot of advice), but I don’t think “brainwashing” is the best way to describe it.

And so what if some people still enjoy the show? It wouldn’t have five seasons if nobody liked it, wouldn’t it? The main idea behind the “Miraculous Ladybug salt” tag is so that people who are more critical about the show can discuss it without upsetting anyone who has a more positive outlook on it, because even some of the biggest salters know that not everyone can share the same opinion.

I don’t think I can speak for everyone else, but I wouldn’t call anyone who still enjoys the show “brainwashed”.

“Stop believing in them. They are not going to do anything good, and when they do, they always find a way to make it about someone that it’s not about them. You have an Adrigami episode back in Season 4, ‘Lies‘; somehow make it about Marinette because of that stupid lucky charm. Not only is that insensitive to Adrigami shippers, it’s insensitive to people who enjoy Adrien’s character.”

How the hell was Marinette the reason Adrien and Kagami broke up?

The lucky charm in the episode wasn’t important because Marinette made it. The whole point of the charm was that Adrien lied about losing it, and Kagami realized it when she had it. Adrien had to lie about losing the charm in order to come up with an excuse to fight an Akuma as Cat Noir, and as far as Kagami sees it, he’s just coming up with excuses not to spend time with her for more selfish reasons. If Adrien said he lost his wallet when Kagami saw it on the ground, the context for the situation wouldn’t change at all.

“I don’t know why you believe in the show writers doing well, but you need to break out of that shell of reluctance, and actually stand up, break out, and tell the show writers off, or at least, admit they aren’t good at writing.”

“Why can’t anyone who enjoys Miraculous Ladybug admit the writers are terrible at their jobs?” - You.

Again, I know that I see the show in a different way than a lot of the other fans online, but I don’t let my problems with the show prevent others from enjoying it. The “Miraculous Ladybug salt” tag exists for a reason.

“Because I am sick and tired of Adrigami being slandered and Marigami taking over. I’m all for gay ships, but Marigami? No. After how Marinette treated Kagami in the past, just no.”

I’m not really sure what that has to do with the writers, seeing how Adrigami isn’t mentioned at all after “Mr. Pigeon 72”, and there isn’t any real teasing for Kagami being in love with Marinette.

Also, you’re acting like Marinette still hates Kagami with a burning passion, when you forgot that Marinette felt bad about how she treated Kagami in the past after learning how she had no friends (Ikari Gozen), and even tried to get her back together with Adrien when she learned they broke up (Mr. Pigeon 72).

“And another thing; I’m really freaking sick and tired of how people say ‘Oh, the Kwamis are aroace’. That was never confirmed. All Tikki said is ‘Kwamis don’t fall in love’. She didn’t say they can’t fall in love. Maybe you don’t project or jump to conclusions so quickly, because the show writers are not good at what they do.”

Are... Are you really in a position to say that? What does that even have to do with the writers?

Again, what’s wrong with people headcanoning Tikki and Plagg as aroace? Is it because you ship the two? Because newsflash, people can have different opinions on certain characters when it comes to romance and shipping.

“I haven’t seen a show fall this badly since... Well, I would say Star vs., but honestly, Fairly OddParents kind of fell off when they decided not to do something that easily could have been done, but besides that.”

You mean not introduce a bunch of pointless new characters to boost ratings? Not make three movies starring Drake Bell? Not make a live-action reboot that’s somehow worse than the aforementioned movies starring Drake Bell? Let me know when I’m getting warmer.

“Adrien could be better off with anyone that’s not Marinette, at least in the canon show: Kagami, Zoe Lee, Chloe (if we go from Season 2), Lila (if we go from Season 1, kind of), Wayhem, Nino, Luka, anyone around his age who actually interacts with him only a little bit. And yet, it’s still more cuter than when Marinette’s like ‘Oh, Adrien. Let’s have a frickin future with three kids and a hamster’.”

Okay, let me get this straight. You’re so against Marinette that not only are you unwilling to forgive her actions in canon, you think that Chloe and Lila, two people who have violated Adrien’s personal boundaries, would be better for Adrien than Marinette, as well as Wayhem, a crazed stalker who is arguably more obsessed with Adrien than Marinette is?

Yes, Marinette’s behavior regarding Adrien is unhealthy, and yes, it needs to be addressed more, but if you’re so against how Marinette treats Adrien, then why are you okay with the way Chloe, Lila, and Wayhem treat Adrien when they all can be just as bad, if not worse in some areas?

“Just understand this: If you think Kagami’s character got better because she became softer towards Marinette, you don’t appreciate what strictness and bluntness are, and probably might be a bit of a pushover, and need to learn to stand up for yourself.”

Wow, you’re really just going to go out on a limb and belittle anyone who actually likes the idea of Kagami and Marinette becoming friends, aren’t you?

Are you sure you actually appreciate Kagami’s blunt nature because of how it fit her personality, or because said bluntness just so happened to be directed towards Marinette in Seasons 2 and 3? What about in “Lies”, when she was “blunt” and “strict” about how upset she was with Adrien when she dumped him. And yes, for someone who hates what Marinette does in canon, you seem to forget that canonically, Kagami dumped Adrien.

“However, if you are in a difficult situation with a family who doesn’t understand the best of your frustrations, you probably should take your time before confronting the problem. Never confront the problem if you don’t know what to do. I learned that the hard way as a kid, I really did.”

Oh my God, just say the rules don’t apply to Adrien already. We all know that’s why you said that after supposedly calling Kagaminette shippers “pushovers”, because you’re aware of how Adrien rarely stands up to his father, and don’t want to look like a hypocrite... Well, more of a hypocrite than you already are.

“Just to say it, I don’t hate Chloe, and I don’t hate Zoe. I believe in what Deneen Melody said about them being like sisters.”

Not sure what that has to do with Kagaminette, the Kwamis being aroace, or Kagami’s “bluntness”, but I find it funny that you’re willing to drag Marinette for her canon actions, yet don’t hold Chloe responsible for her actions. I’m a huge advocate for Chloe redemption, and even I don’t defend the stuff she did after Season 3.

“So yeah, stop hating on characters who don’t deserve to be hated, and stop shipping things that shouldn’t be shipped.”

Mind defining what warrants hating a character in your eyes, besides being named Marinette Dupain-Cheng? And outside of incest or pedophilia, can you please explain why there are ships that shouldn’t be shipped?

Oh wait, I get it now! You’re saying that you want people to like the same characters you like, hate the same characters you hate, ship the same ships you ship, and hate the same ships you don’t hate! I cracked the case!

I know this might sound like a major revelation, but it’s entirely possible for people to have different opinions and still get along, especially when it comes to fandom stuff. You seriously think you can police the fandom and shame them into going along with your views because you say so?

Whenever I talk about Miraculous Ladybug, while I make my views clear in my posts, I always try to make sure other people can chime in through asks and give their own opinions, because that is how we as a society express our individuality. The whole reason I started this blog in the first place was to call out Astruc for telling us to view the show in certain way. For someone who thinks we shouldn’t respect the writers at all (something I haven’t even said once, by the way), how does that make you any better?

And if you think I’m wrong, prove it. Unblock me and try to back up your claims here, so we can both talk about this like adults. I’m willing to at least try and hear you out after everything you’ve said in the past.

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #plaggandadrienbondingisthebest #ml fandom salt

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whiteqnn · 4 years

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

part 2

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

***

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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