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plaguedocboi · 3 years

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More scary waters, by popular demand!

Since my last post ranking bodies of water really, really blew up, I decided to make a second. Some of these were suggested by people (in which case I’ll credit them), and some were just ones that didn’t quite make the cut for the first list.

I’ll also be doing a third list ranking the most toxic bodies of water in the world, so stay tuned for that.

Also, keep in mind that these aren’t ranked by how dangerous they are. They’re ranked by how scary I, personally, find them. So if the rating seems off, it’s due to which ones inspire a visceral reaction in me and which ones don’t.

Silfra Rift, Iceland

This one is something that I actually find very beautiful rather than scary, but it still seems like something that others might be freaked out by. The Silfra Rift is the point where the Eurasian and North American continental plates are pulling apart, creating a crack in the earth that filled with water. The water here is incredibly clear, and you can see all the way down to the bottom even in the deepest spots (which are almost 200 feet down, by the way). It’s the only place in the world where you can put your hands on two different continents at the same time! I’ve had the privilege of snorkeling here, and although it’s definitely deep, I wasn’t terribly scared due to the fact that the rift is just so beautiful. The only danger to swimmers is the temperature; it stays between 35-39 F year-round, meaning anyone getting into the water needs a full drysuit to avoid getting hypothermia or worse. I give the Silfra Rift a 1/10 fear rating because I thought I would be much more freaked out by it than I was.

Dragon Hole, China

While not as visually striking as the Great Blue Hole in Belize, this sinkhole in China is the deepest “blue hole” in the world. This pit descends 987 feet down. This earns a 2/10 purely because this is just a goddamn hole in the ocean that’s almost 1,000 ft deep and I don’t care for that.

Lake Tanganyika, multiple countries (suggested by @iguessiamhere)

This lake didn’t quite make the cut for the first list because it comes in second to Lake Baikal. It’s the second-oldest, second-deepest, and second-largest (by volume) lake in the world. But someday, Lake Tanganyika may be number 1, because just like Baikal, it’s a Rift Valley. It’s getting bigger every day, and in a few million years when Baikal is an ocean, Tanganyika might be the largest lake by default. Its 4,820 ft depth earns it a 3/10.

Lake Superior, US/Canada (suggested by multiple people)

This is the largest of the Great Lakes, and the third-largest lake in the world. It reaches depths of over 1,000 feet and has a surface area of over 31,700 square miles. Lake Superior is the site of over 350 shipwrecks and contains roughly 10,000 dead bodies. The reason these bodies are never recovered is because the lake is very cold, and very deep. The lake bottom is essentially a sterile environment, where bodies are preserved for eternity instead of floating up as a normal body would. This lake holds onto her dead. 4/10 for sheer danger and alarming amount of dead bodies.

Cenote Angelita, Mexico ( @olive-k wanted a cenote, and this list has two!)

This is a cenote with an underwater river running through it. No, I’m not kidding. Underwater rivers are actually quite common, but they rarely exist in places that humans can see them. Usually they’re caused by a current moving in a different direction than the majority of the water, or a boundary between water with different density (as is the case here). The “river” appearance in Angelita is enhanced by dead trees, giving the appearance of a bank. For the first 100 feet, this cave has regular freshwater. But a little deeper lies a layer of hazy hydrogen sulfate, and beneath that is 100 feet of salt water. This ranks 5/10 because can you imagine descending towards a hazy patch of water and branches that you assume is the bottom, only to pass right through it and see a gaping black expanse beneath? No thanks.

Devil’s Hole, Nevada

As a biologist, this is somewhere that I actually want to visit. This tiny waterhole in the desert is the only place that the endangered Devil’s Hole Pupfish lives. But we’re not here to learn about cute fish, we’re here to read about unsettling waterways. And hooo boy, this one is pretty weird. Because despite its appearance, this isn’t a little rainwater pool. It’s the opening to a huge cave system, which reaches depths of at least 500 feet. We’re not totally sure, though, because the bottom has never been mapped, and several people have died trying to attempt it. 6/10, since it’s very deep, hasn’t been fully mapped, and is apparently haunted.

Eagle’s Nest Sinkhole, Florida

There is literally a sign in front of this sinkhole that reads “STOP. Prevent your death. There is nothing in this cave worth dying for” accompanied by a picture of the Grim Reaper. Need I say more? Probably not, but I will anyway. This sinkhole is the only surface opening to a cave system that stretches several miles and plunges to over 300 feet deep. Miles of twisting, confusing, narrow passages with only one exit make for an extremely dangerous cave system. For some fucking reason, it’s a very popular dive site. At least 11 people have died here since the 80’s, and is referred to as the “Underwater Mt Everest” because of how dangerous it is. 7/10.

Zacatón, Mexico

This cenote was literally considered “bottomless” for a long time, because no one could find the bottom. Multiple expeditions were attempted, including one where a man died after reaching 925 feet without finding the end. It took a multi-million dollar operation funded by NASA to find the bottom of this hole. I’m not kidding. Turns out, it’s 1,099 feet deep, making it the deepest cenote in the world. It disturbs me that it took NASA and a robot designed to map alien moons to locate where this hole ended, so it earns an 8/10.

Saltstraunen, Norway (suggested by anon)

This narrow strait is home to the strongest tidal currents on the planet. Roughly 110 billion gallons of seawater move in and out of this corridor every six hours, creating violent currents. These tidal movements are so strong they create a phenomenon very similar to the whirlpool in Scotland—the Saltstaunen Maelstrom. This vortex is 33 feet across and forms four times a day as the tides go in and out. Although this whirlpool is only 16 feet deep (very shallow compared to Scotland’s) the currents alone would probably destroy you if you ever fell into this strait. 9/10 because damn.

Blue Lake, Russia

Despite having the least creative name of all time, the Blue Lake is anything but boring. Like the Zacatón, this lake had a reputation for being bottomless for a long time. A diver died after descending to 394 feet, and another barely survived after going down to 685 feet. Neither found the bottom. Eventually, the bottom was discovered and it came as a surprise. The lake itself is only 770 ft by 426 ft, but it is 846 ft deep. This lake is deeper than it is long. It is also a constant 48 degrees F, making hypothermia a risk for any swimmers. If that’s not bad enough, it’s also full of hydrogen sulfide, which makes the air around the lake potentially dangerous. However, people do still dive here on occasion (mostly for research purposes) and the lake is surprisingly beautiful beneath the surface. Still, that doesn’t make it any less deep, cold, and poisonous, so this is a 10/10 for me.

Honorable mention: The Mariana’s Trench, because although it’s not really a specific body of water it’s the deepest point in the ocean, at 7 miles below the surface!

#bathophobia #water rating part 2 #long post

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mocha-bunbun · 2 years

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Me woke up to write this shit, i hope you like some random shit abt my oc!!! <333

tagging: @mx-kamisato (this includes ur beloved clemmy) and @artemislosthunter (this includes more about clemmy and oliver)

Content contains the following: description of blood, violence, murder, death, and smoking

please do not click under the cut if you are not comfortable with any of the things mentioned above

without further ado, here is my keyboard smash abt my ocs

Her hands shook, blood was everywhere. It stained the floors, the wall, her scythe, him, his face, his body, her face, her clothes, her hands. Shaky breathes escaped her lips. Finally. After years of what seemed to be a wonderful life to them when they were as young as seven, to now. It’s ended. He’s gone. And that’s all that mattered.

Tears mixed in with the blood on her face. They had no idea why they were crying. He’s been waiting for this moment. Ever since the day he became a reaper and figured out that his life was an experience no person should have to experience. He wanted him dead. And now he was. But why were they crying so bad? She stood, looking down at his body. His body wasn’t even recognizable anymore.

“Clementine?” Oliver asked, a solemn look already on his face before he walked in. But she didn’t look back at him. She could only stare at the body. “This was the last soul for today.” He told them. Silence filled the room. Oliver walked over next to her. A metal clang was heard as was the sound of shifting fabric. Clementine had dropped their scythe, hugging Oliver. Her grip was loose but he held on tight to them.

“I’m sorry.” They muffled out, their grip gradually getting more tighter. She buried her face into his shoulder. He rubbed her back in circles. “I’m so so sorry…” She cried. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.” Oliver sighed softly, nodding his head.

“I know you are and I know you do.” He said, his tone was soft. Something that was rare coming from him. Broken sobs filled the room along with gentle reassurances. He held them close. They both could care less of the blood and tears that was staining both of their suits, just as long as they held each other close. They both felt more at peace than ever.

It’s strange how their friendship developed. Started from high school up to the present. Neither of them would have expected to end up here. Bloodied up and crying. Hugging each other as if it was the end of the world and it was just the two of them.

“Hi my name is Clementine!” The girl smiled brightly, her green eyes resembling emeralds. Her short hair added to her cuteness factor everyone in the school was talking about, along with the dress she wore.

“Oliver.” He said simply. He was leaning against the wall. A puff of smoke left his lips, putting down his cigarette. He looked at her, unamused. He recognized her. Not only was she very popular, but also because you can’t exactly forget the face of a killer.

He’s caught her multiple times. All of them they made eye contact with each other. They both wonder why Oliver hadn’t called the cops on her yet.

“Smoking’s not good for you you know?” She scolded lightly, walking over and standing next to him. He rolled his eyes. ‘That’s rich coming from a murderer.’ He thought to himself.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He grumbled, throwing his cigarette to the ground. It crumpled beneath his shoe as he stepped on it.

“I would like to be your friend.” She held out her hand. A distinct image of it being covered in blood flashed in his mind, he ignored it.

“How do I know you won’t kill me like you did with the others?” He asked, looking down at her.

Her eyes met his, but instead of a glow that radiated warmth coming off of her. It felt as if the temperature dropped. Her smile felt a little unsettling to him. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing right now.”

#mocha writes #mocha’s ocs #mocha -> clementine #mocha -> oliver

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years

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Eichen - Stiles Stilinski x Reader (and Void Stiles)

Summary: When Stiles admits himself to Eichen, he doesn’t only recognise Malia. There is another old face in the crazy house, one that he has missed dearly.

Mentally unstable was how the doctors described you, as if they were blaming your own mind for your condition. It wasn’t your fault that you had broken down in the big wide world, once you found out that it was much wider and diverse than you had initially thought.

There had been a creature, one that looked like a combination of lizard and man that had led to your lock up. It had paralysed you, and then it killed your father. You couldn’t move to stop it, you remained immobile on the floor, watching as it struck his neck with its poisonous claws.

A kanima, it was called. It made your life hell, by sending you there. There was so much that you had to leave behind, your friends being the most prominent one.

“Who’s that?” Stiles asked Oliver, looking over at your form. Your back was facing them, your hair trailing down it. It had felt like centuries since you had gotten a hair cut.

“Oh we call her Liz, short for Lizard.” It admittedly wasn’t the nicest courtyard name, but over the year you had gotten used to it. The stupid name was probably the most pleasant thing about being locked up in the loony bin.

Oliver laughed after he spoke. He found it funny that was how people addressed you.

“Is that her real name?” Stiles had an inkling of a feeling that it wasn’t. Especially since it was short for ‘Lizard’. Oliver only laughed again.

“Yeah, but no one calls her by it. Even the guards call her Liz.” Stiles couldn’t help himself, he felt a pull towards the girl. Her silhouette was familiar and he felt a need to inspect it. He began walking towards her, leaving Oliver behind.

“Whoever you are, I won’t hesitate to scratch your eyes out.” Even your voice was familiar to Stiles. You blindly didn’t know who was behind you, but you weren’t about to fake ignorance. In Eichen, you had to always be alert.

“I’m Stiles.” He offered you his name, which only caused you to spin. His eyes widened at the sight of you. You definitely weren’t called Liz. “(Y/N) what are you doing here?”

You fell into his arms. He looked a little different, he was taller, his face slimmer and his hair longer, but you would recognise this boy anywhere. “My mum sent me here. What are you doing here Stiles?”

“It was seeing the kanima, wasn’t it?” Just the mention of it made your skin crawl, but that was about all the reaction you gave. Somehow, you hadn’t gone crazy, you had only witnessed the insane.

“You saw it too?” You tilted your head up at the boy, worrying for his mental health. Seeing it certainly hadn’t done yours any good.

“Yeah. It’s great to see you though, we all missed you so much. We miss you. After your dad, we figured your mum took you out of town.” He wasn’t wrong, not completely anyway.

“She did leave, she just dumped me here on her way out.” The memory made you feel rejected. Just the thought of Bruinski dragging you through echo house made you wince. You never wanted to be here, no one in there right mind would. “But you didn’t answer the question. Why. Are. You. Here?”

His eyes darted around the slabs beneath your feet. “I’m not well.”

“This place isn’t going to help Stiles. If I were you, I’d get out while I still could.” You left him there for Oliver to find, going in search of Malia so that Stiles could rake over your words.

…..

The kanima had left your nightmares, instead it was replaced by a fox. You’d always thought foxes were cute and sweet creatures, but this one made you want to run. It was furry with red aggression, and it snapped its silver teeth at you.

You shot up in your bed, thankful that you were in a one person cell. Echo house kept everyone awake at night, the shadows were unsettling and so were the spirits that patrolled the walls, circling where they had once died or been treated. Death, treatment, it was the same thing here.

“Foxes are intelligent creatures you know.” An intruder spoke from the edge of your bed, making you jump.

“Why aren’t you in your room Stiles? If you’re found -”

“I know the consequences, my vixen.” He sounded sleep deprived, and must have been considering his words. “Did you know that an ancient spirit once stayed in this room, under a human’s skin of course?”

“Go back to your room Stiles.” But he was too busy watching a firefly to listen to you. It seated itself on the wall, crawling on the bricks and buzzing at him.

“There’s more than one type of fox, but there’s always a stronger breed within a species. The Nogitsunes were once powerful, they didn’t need to use teenagers as vessels. They had soldiers at their disposal, but I think you’ve been through enough pain to relate to trauma.”

“Just shut up and go to bed.” You were growing uncomfortable with Stiles’ monologue. Somehow he knew what you had been dreaming about and it made you shuffle back to the head of your bed.

The firefly darted into your mouth as you gaped at the body of your old friend. You choked on the insect as it worked its way into your system. “A perfect match.” The Nogitsune stated.

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whyyoumadbruh143 · 3 years

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I noticed something weird today.

So I posted a short video on my snapchat story this morning because I did my hair and makeup and I felt cute.

I'm not one to really post anything anywhere because I just feel like it feeds our messed up appearance-centric society, and I like to keep my life private, but today I gave in. Anyway, I didn't think anything of it, pressed post, and went on with my day. Fast-forward to like an hour later and my phone blew up with so many messages from people I haven't talked to in months or years, responding to my story. And it continued like that throughout the day. Message after message from old friends, acquaintances, and classmates who haven't spoken a word to me for any other reason since.

I'm not popular, and I have a small group of friends. I get maybe 2-3 messages a week max from my circle of 4-5 close friends. So a scrolling list of messages in one day was way out of the norm.

I'm not sure the reason exactly, but to be completely honest, it kinda really bothers me. What about my mindless 5 second video caused this spur from so many people? One, I can understand. Sure. But any more than that...I don't know, it just unsettles me.

I'm not conceited enough to say I'm a 10/10, but I'm decent looking. Is it my looks that made people want to reach out? Most people who responded to my story didn't say anything about the story itself! It was completely unrelated. Which makes me think it had nothing to do with my looks at all. But then what was the cause?

Is society that broken that we truly can't reach out to anyone unless there's this virtual little olive branch that deems it okay to strike up a conversation because, "Hey, I saw your story. Looking good! Long time no see. How have you been?"

Maybe it's just me, but I find it hard to stomach that that's the only way we remember people enough to talk to them. What happened to truly caring about people and checking up on them regularly? ESPECIALLY when they don't post. That's the time people need love and support the most! Either you care about someone or you don't. If it's the latter, a video shouldn't be the reason you reach out. What happened to humankind that we wait for someone to put themselves out there in such a generic, distant, soul-less way and that's the only acceptable invitation to a conversation?

Ugh, I'm going off on a tangent, but you get what I mean. Maybe I'm looking too deeply into it all, but from one overthinker to another, this is the kind of stuff that goes on in my head. Especially because I've always been a black sheep. I've never accepted the rulebook society set out for me. I don't like how the world functions, especially with how harsh our technological influence is. I don't like the rules and expectations and all the norms we accept because of it either. Like the one I talked about here. No matter how hard I try, I just can't understand it.

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magmagpie · 4 years

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Poachers are Jackasses, Change my Mind - Wild Kratts Fanfiction

(Martin has an unfortunate run in with some poachers.) (Mentions of blood and injury, this has been your warning.) (Also, I drew an illustration at the bottom, if you wanna see that.)

"Martin!" Chris yelled into the forest. "Martin, where are you?"

"You sure it's this way?" Aviva asked the younger brother.

"Sure I'm sure," Chris grinned. "Martin sent me his coordinates. He said that was where the bear cubs were. And besides, no harm in going the wrong way a couple of times."

Aviva rolled her eyes before continuing their search for the den. They both called out for the blue-clad brother, though neither really expected a response. When Martin had his mind set on a baby animal, there was no grabbing his attention back.

But as they ventured deeper into the forest, an unsettling pit formed in their stomachs. The more they called, the louder the silence that settled afterward sounded. There was another reason they weren't getting a response.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Chris," Aviva spoke what they had both been thinking for many minutes.

"Me, too," Chris agreed. "Martin! Martin, please answer me! This isn't funny, anymore, dude!"

"Chris..." a weak voice rasped.

"Did you hear that?" Aviva halted, grabbing the brunette's green sweater.

"Yeah," Chris pulled his arm away to keep walking. "Martin!? Was that you!? Martin!"

"Chris..." the voice came again. "Over here..!"

"Martin, keep talking!" Chris broke into a run, hoping to come across his brother sooner.

"Chris.." he was so close.

Chris looked ahead, catching sight of something blue on the ground. Adrenaline shot through him like a bullet as he ran up to it.

It was none other than his older brother. Chris dropped to his knees, grabbing his brother's shoulder and flipping him over. He had a wound in the right side of his head, and a puddle of blood seeping out from under his jacket.

Chris unzipped the blue coat, pulling back the side. There was a large, bloody rip in his originally white t-shirt. Underneath that was a deep wound, bleeding profusely.

"Martin," Chris looked at his brother's face. "What happened!?"

"Poachers..." the word krept out of Martin's mouth like a snake out of its hole.

"Where are the cubs?" Aviva came up beside Chris.

"Over there..." Martin raised his hand a little, pointing at a cave in a bound of rocks. There was also a large puddle of blood that he didn't dare look directly at.

"Call Koki and Jimmy," Aviva ordered, rushing to the den. She poked her head in, olive green eyes landing on two shivering bundles of black fur. "I've got the cubs."

Chris pulled out his Creature Pod, dialing for the Tortuga. He informed Koki and Jimmy on the situation when their faces appeared on the small screen. He told them their coordinates, and hung up, putting the Creature Pod back in his pocket.

"Martin," Chris shook his brother's shoulder a little. Martin opened his eyes a crack to look up at him. "What happened to you?"

"..." Martin breathed heavily in preparation for the explanation. "They got their mother..."

Martin laughed as he played with the bear cubs. Normally, he wouldn't even think about going near a bear cub, but, for whatever reason, this mother bear really didn't seem to mind. She just kept watch, like he was simply someone her kids invited over to play.

"You two really like those berries, huh?" Martin raised an amused eyebrow. The two bear cubs were snacking on little red berries on a nearby bush.

He picked a few of the berries, drawing the cubs' attention. He held his hand out to them, watching them try shoving each other out of the way to get the tiny fruits.

"I'll need to come up with special names for you two," Martin smiled.

One cub decided at that moment that he wanted a dirt bath. He rolled around in the dirt, his black fur instantly being coated in a light brown. Martin laughed.

"Okay," He reached over, petting the dirty cub on the head. "You're Dusty."

But before he could come up with another name, a loud boom rang through the surrounding area. Martin flinched, immediately standing up.

The mother bear growled under her breath. Martin scrambled the cubs into the den to keep them out of trouble.

The gunshot rang again and a pained roar echoed in Martin's ears. Mama Bear stumbled a little as she hobbled off the top of the den. There was a wound in her side, where the bullet had hit her.

"Oh no," Martin gaped at her. He would have gone up to her and try to help her, but he knew she would only snap at him.

More gunshots sounded, making Martin flinch. He whipped around in search for whoever was shooting at them. But there was no one else anywhere.

When he looked back at Mama Bear, she was laying on her side in a puddle of blood. Martin gagged involuntarily. He shook his head, trying to calm his racing mind.

"Stop shooting!" He demanded to whoever would listen. "There are cubs she has to take care of!"

There were murmurs of a discussion coming from somewhere he couldn't place. He stood his ground, anyway, though kept his eyes off the bloody mass that was the mother bear.

There was rustling from the bushes and out walked a man, not much shorter than him. He had black hair and a scruffy beard and mustache. He also had a light machine gun held at his side in both hands. Martin didn't say anything to him, simply standing tall with a stern glare.

"Isn't this cute," The man commented. "You from here, boy?"

"None of your business," Martin spat. "What are you going to do with her?"

"Classified," The man gave a grave stare.

"You have no right to hunt the bears in this area," Martin informed him. "This is off hunting grounds."

"You know a lot about the area," The gruff gentlemen contemplated. "What did you say your name was, kid?"

"Kratt," Martin saw no wrong in telling him his name, not to mention who had the gun in this situation. "Martin Kratt. And you are?"

"You're one of those Kratt monkeys, are you?" the bearded man huffed. "The name's Rider. I'm your enemy, as far as Kratts and hunters are concerned."

"..." Martin glared at him as a response.

"What's wrong?" Rider teased. "Wild cat gotcha tongue?"

"Leave the bear alone," Martin ignored the joke. "She has a special role to play in the forest."

"Not, gonna, happen," Rider refused slowly.

Martin felt a surge of rage and soon found himself tussling with Rider for his gun. He knew it was a bad idea, but the flashes of sudden anger was overwhelming and he couldn't help himself. He had to help the bears at whatever cost. And if he was lucky, he could get it out of his hands and call his team for back up.

Rider, to combat his incredible strength, twisted the gun around and bashed the shoulder end into the side of the blonde's head. Martin, at the same time as this, felt an excruciating pain in his rib cage. He crumpled to the ground, unable to hold himself up on his wobbly legs.

He looked to the side to see who had shot him. Standing in the bushes was another man. He looked younger than Rider, and he had orange hair and a pistol.

"Grab the beast," Rider ordered.

Both poachers walked passed the painful blonde to the still heavily bleeding mother bear. Martin watched them take one end each and start carrying her away.

"I hope you realize, Kratt," Rider stopped to looked down at him. "You've lost this round." Martin heaved as the men continued walking.

"Sorry," He strained. "I didn't catch that..I don't speak bullshit.."

Rider immediately dropped his end of the bear and whipped around, booting him hard in his bullet wound. Martin grunted as he collapsed the rest of the way to the ground.

"You said that?" Chris asked in disbelief.

Yes, Martin had no problem whipping out a curse when he was mad enough, but in a situation where the opposing person could easily make sure it would be the last curse he said, he was usually more careful about it. This was a poor example of that care.

"Yes," you could hear the anger in his voice through the strain of speaking. "And I don't regret it..I meant it.."

"I'm just shocked they didn't take the cubs," Aviva commented from her spot sitting on the other side of him. She had both bear cubs to either side of her.

"Poachers like those guys don't typically take baby animals," Martin informed. "They have no use for them..so they take the parents, and leave the babies to die.."

"These two are still lucky to be alive," Chris added. "A lot of the time, poachers will wound animals they don't take, even the babies. Maybe they didn't because Martin was there."

"That's what I'll call her," Martin smiled at the unnamed bear cub. "Lucky...Dusty and Lucky..the bear cubs.."

"Where are Koki and Jimmy?" Chris wondered anxiously. "We have to get Martin to the Tortuga. The bleeding's getting worse." Martin's eyes drifted down in the direction of his chest wound. "No." Chris put his hand between his eyes and the tons of blood. "Don't look. You'd be out before Jimmy could finish a slice of pizza."

Martin gave an airy chuckle. His moment of humor was interrupted by his bullet wound deciding laughter was too much and flared up all at once. His brain started feeling a little loopy from the loss of blood. So, naturally, he winced.

"..." Chris gave him a worried look.

"We have to go after them," Aviva told the brothers. "You said they took their mom."

"Aviva," Martin looked at her sadly. His voice was quiet, whether it was because he was upset or because he was getting tired was beyond the group of creature adventurers. "Mama Bear is dead...there's no way she survived so many gunshots..."

"He must have hit you harder in the head than we thought," Aviva spat at him. "The Martin I know would never give up on a captured animal. We don't know for sure they killed her."

"No," Chris shook his head. "He's right. Poachers don't usually leave the hunt unless what they've hunted is dead. Sometimes they'll kill it later if they have no other choice."

"But there was no threat to what they were after," Martin added. "After they took me out, nothing stood between them and their target..."

"..." Aviva couldn't combat their arguments, no matter how much she wanted to. She could see it on their faces; they didn't want it to be true, either. They'd just come to accept the truth for what it was, even if it was possibly the hardest thing they'd ever had to do.

A few minutes of silence passed. Martin had closed his eyes, which seemed like the only escape from the unbearable( ;} ) pain of his wounds. Just when his brain started feeling light, almost like he was about to fall asleep, he was roused by his brother's voice.

"Martin?" Chris asked. "You still awake?"

Instead of a verbal response, Martin cracked his eyes open. Only, as soon as he did, his vision was overrun by swelling black dots and he could have sworn he was transported to space, judging from the stars he was seeing. His head started pounding harder than a professional drummer on concert night and his chest felt tighter than a track-runner's shoelaces. A horrid experience, wouldn't you say?

"C-Chris..." he wheezed out. "I-I can't...breathe..!"

"He's lost too much blood," Aviva concluded, pulling out her Creature Pod and calling the Tortuga. "Koki, Jimmy, what's taking so long? This is an emergency, we need you here now."

"Sorry," Koki spoke from her own Creature Pod. She was in the garage, loading the Createrra with things they would need. "We had to put more gas in the Createrra, and the tire was flat so we had to replace it. We're on our way, hold tight."

Aviva sighed as the device shut off. She looked back up at the brothers. Martin was desperately trying to take a breath, but only managed fruitless heaves and wheezes. Chris was panicking, scared tears running down his cheeks.

She hoped they'd get there soon.

After about ten minutes of pure chaos among the three, they heard the beep of their only car. Aviva and Chris looked up from the nearly suffocated Kratt brother to see the Createrra drive up and park a few feet away.

Koki and Jimmy rushed out, going to the back to retrieve the stretcher. They brought it to their injured teammate, lifting him up onto it. He was looking extremely pale, due to the loss of blood.

Speaking of blood, his bleeding was beginning to slow. You may think that would be a good thing. But you'd be wrong. Martin was running out of blood to bleed. It was a miracle he was even awake right now. A miracle no one asked for.

When they got Martin back to the Tortuga, the girls did all they could to make sure he wouldn't die on them. He had lost too much blood, and needed a transfer. Good thing they kept packets of O- blood, just for situations like this. They expected to have run ins with poachers.

Unluckily for the oldest Kratt brother, he couldn't be asleep for any of it. His head injury made it dangerous for him to fall asleep until it was taken care of. And because his chest wound was more severe and life threatening, that had to be cared for first. The sight of the blood made every alarm in his head go nuts and his stomach decided to take up gymnastics.

But through all of it, Chris never left his side. He stood there the entire two hours, holding his hand. He kept his attention off the blood the best he could, but there wasn't much he could do while his head was being treated.

"Okay," Aviva wiped the back of her hand over her forehead. "I think we're finally done. You can rest, now."

Martin let out a shuddering sigh of relief. He was so happy that was over. All the pain he'd felt before in the forest had been multiplied by ten while they were working, and now was nothing more than a dull ache. But his brain was fuzzy, and his eyelids felt like they had elephants pulling them closed.

"You'll have to stay in the infirmary for a few days," Koki told him. "You're on bed rest until we say otherwise. So no adventures, no risk-taking, and no Creature Power Suit."

"I don't think he has the energy for a Creature Power Suit, Koki," Chris smiled at her. He looked down at his brother. He had fallen asleep, way too tired from the day to stay awake any longer.

#wild kratts #Martin Kratt #Chris Kratt #aviva corcovado #Koki #jimmy z #blood #injury #angst #i have no idea what im doing #fanfiction #i drew the picture before i wrote the fic #but i drew it myself #no tracing or outlines to follow #and im low key proud of it #but it is 2 am #so

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fangirlovestuff · 4 years

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Holding Out for a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.8

a\n- Hey lovely people! Are you ready for another mission? Enjoy!

summary: You were all gearing up to "go beat the shit outta some gang members," as Isabelle delicately phrased it.

part 7

"So," Jules started, "Have you and Steve… you know?" she waggled her eyebrows at you.

"No," you stated calmly. "Why the heck not? Isn't a week enough?" you laughed at her response. "Believe me, I thought so too at first. Steve wanted to take things slow and 'woo me properly', whatever that means," you giggled. "But I've found I don't really mind it. He wants to go on a date before, but I don't think that could really happen soon. The mission is in a week and we've gotta prep till then. Anyways, I enjoy his company nonetheless," you said airily.

"That's a mighty high horse you're riding on," Jules imitated your haughty speech, "but I tell you from experience there's something else you'd have a lot more fun riding," she winked at you and you threw the pillow at her. You were both in the common floor, you reading and her reviewing some documents, although evidently, she got tired of it and preferred gossiping. It has been a week since that night in the training room, and you couldn't have been happier. Whether it was a sweet good morning text or insistently carrying you around, even though your leg has healed enough for you to train properly and go on a mission, Steve always made you feel cherished.

You shook from your sweet reverie by the whole gang getting in the room, and by the gang you meant the newbies. Even though you all weren't really newbies anymore, now that you settled into your individual lives at the compound, you still hung out quite often.

"What's up guys?" Mike asked. A chorus of fines and greats was the response. "Great! I myself had a really productive day down at R&D. We finally got that new formula to work out, and now Stark's new weapon should work. You're supposed to help make it, aren't you Oliver?" Oliver just hummed in response. The new Stark weapon was a secret project. No one really knew what it was but everyone trusted it'll be worth the wait. As for Oliver, he never quite got over his quiet tendencies even among the cheerful group. At first, they tried to bring him out of his shell, but now they just accepted it. They all complimented Mike and each one of them told the others about their day, which was pretty uneventful, except for Oliver of course, who kept up his broody silence.

The week went by quickly, with Steve and you being too busy to go on a "proper date", as you predicted. You made the best of your limited time anyways, stealing kisses and watching old movies together. As much as you teased Steve about being old, you couldn't help but admit many of the greatest movies have been made before your time. One night you were watching The Princess Bride, and you asked Steve how is this not a real date. "Because on a real date you go out of your house," he replied, "now hush, you're missing the good part."

"They're all the good parts," you huffed and cuddled into his side.

The day of the mission finally came. You were all gearing up to "go beat the shit outta some gang members," as Isabelle delicately phrased it. Since the previous mission was a bust, they got word of a new location from a reliable source, and intended to keep it a secret where they were going. "Last time they knew we were coming," Tony said in the briefing, "Which means either someone in here or someone out there knew and told them. Now, I'd rather have good faith in all of the people we work with, but that's a luxury we simply don't have. No one besides the people in this room right now should know about the details of this mission, am I clear?" he looked everyone in the eyes and continued. "Right now, our priority is to take them down, but we'll be looking into who told them later," he informed you all.

You were understandably nervous, but you still wanted to go, and no one made an attempt to stop you, not even Steve. You were going with the same people as before.

You managed to stay still on the Quinjet, and you flew speedily to your location – another warehouse. You broke in quietly, same as last time, but this time you were going to stay with the rest of the Avengers. You got further into the warehouse, which had mechanical sounds coming from it but not human voices. When you could finally see what was going on in the middle, you saw a sort of production line for what you assumed by the mechanical looking parts were guns. But as your eyes drifted across the line, you realized what they were making. Metal statues, hollow. You frowned. Why would they need that? At the end of the line, they stuffed white powder into in. At least that makes sense, you thought. You couldn’t see what the statues were of, but you could see it was a sitting man. Buddha maybe?

You all split up to surround the man working on the statues, and you and Steve went together. Once you got closer, you could get a closer look at the men, who seemed to be in a daze, assembling the parts automatically. You noticed none of them had the fiery look in their eyes you had observed in the last mission. When you and Steve got in position you noticed a man you hadn't seen before. He was standing aside and observed the other men. He didn't see you yet, but when he watched the men there was a glint of victory in his eyes, but what threw you off the most was his smile. It was unsettling, because it was… perfect, you thought, a perfect smile was never a good sign.

You called Steve's attention to the man. "He's dangerous. Keep an eye on him."

"Ready to strike?" Tony asked in the comms. "Go."

Once the Avengers started shooting, the man ran. "Steve!" you called out. He understood you and went in the direction the man had gone in. The rest didn't break their dazed state and were easy to take down. When you were done, you got closer to the line and took a closer look at the statues. The face staring at you startled you. It was the man from before. "Tony!" you were breathing heavily, your hands clammed up, "Steve's outside! I think he got the man we were looking for."

You all rushed outside, and what you saw made you stop in your tracks. Steve was on the ground, his shield tossed away from him, his gaze hooded and dazed like the men inside. The man holding a gun to his head, and talking manically. "—and then the world will understand. They'll see how much power one man can have over them all. You all think you're so strong," his eyes shone angrily, "but I will prove you wrong. You have nothing on a god." He put the gun to Steve's head. Steve's eyes cleared and he shook his head as if waking up.

"Maybe," Steve said, "but you're not a god." He reached out his hand and the shield flew into it. He disarmed the man, laying him on the ground. You all rushed towards him.

"He spilled his entire evil plan," Steve stated. "He was gonna distribute the drugs to make people susceptible to his lies and make an army." Steve raised his brow, "but we stopped him in time." He gripped the man harder. "By the way, thanks for the new shield again Tony. Works great. I'll tell Thor about it."

"Great," Tony said, "Glad I can finally tell the people down at R&D what 'the new Stark weapon' is." He took the man and gave him to the authorities. You realized what Thor and Tony were talking about that first dinner, but all you cared about right now was Steve.

You rushed into his arms and gave him a crushing hug. "You okay?" he asked, his voice and gaze soft and warm. "Yeah, but really I should be asking you that! You took him down by yourself!" He looked down, smiling "I'm fine. He tried to drug me with whatever that was, but you know," he gestured to himself, "super-soldier. I do have to admit it's really strong, because it did affect me for a few minutes." His eyebrows furrowed.

"Whatever it was, you stopped it, and that's what matters." You exchanged smiles.

Back at the compound Jules, Bucky and the others greeted you all. Someone already filled them in about your success, so they were already waiting for you with smiles on their faces. "Glad you made it out okay this time," Jules hugged you. "Yeah, I am too," you laughed.

The next morning, you and the newbies were sitting in the common floor. Oliver wasn't there, but no one really felt his absence. Mike was in the middle of a story about how he and a cute girl from R&D had a date last night when Jarvis spoke. "Hello. Your presence has been requested at the meeting room by Mr. Stark. And by you, it means all of you. " You all exchanged confused glances, but got up and went to the big meeting room on the second floor. Because it was used for all official Avengers meetings it was known simply as "the meeting room".

Tony had apparently called an Avengers meeting, since they all were already there. "We got the guy that set us up the first time, he stated bluntly. "Last night when the news we won reached the compound he tried to escape." There was an expectant silence.

"It was Oliver." You all frowned. Sure, neither of you really liked Oliver, but you never thought he was capable of doing something like this, of betraying the Avengers. You wrecked your mind for signs about his sinister intentions. When you thought about it, you really know much about the guy, not enough for living in the same building as him and hanging out with him for the last couple of months. The only thing you could think about was that he was quiet, but that didn't necessarily mean anything, except in this case he actually was hiding something. It was actually pretty smart, you realized, since instead of inventing a story to potentially mess up he just… didn't invent anything. Also, he did live in the building without any real need to – as a mechanic he didn't have to be here 24/7. Then again, he could've just wanted the housing opportunity. But why did I never know anything else about him? Why did I never ask? You beat yourself up. You always tried to know your co-workers and be nice to them, how is it that this time you failed to do it so miserably?

"I know it might be a little hard to digest," Tony continued after a few moments with no verbal response from them, "but at least we caught him and it turned out for the best. Don't blame yourselves, newbies," he added after seeing the solemn look on your faces. "He passed our security check. You couldn't have known." After another minute of silence, Tony realized no one has anything else to say. "Dismissed."

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers imagines #avengers imagine #Avengers #avenger!reader #chris evans #MCU fic

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braver-stronger-smarter · 4 years

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Good Omens - Over the Garden Wall (OTGW) AU

Hello all! This excerpt was inspired by @penbwl‘s lovely post found here! I plan to do a full chapter for each episode as a fun little side project when my current WIPs are wearing me down and I need a quick break. This isn’t the whole chapter, just the first part to introduce Aziraphale, Warlock, and Crowley.

I absolutely love this show and when I saw a lovely drawing for this AU pop up on my dash, I just knew I had to write it. I hope you all enjoy this sneak peek. First chapter should be up on my Ao3 page by the end of the week.

Thank you again to penbwl for coming up with this brilliant idea and allowing me to take a stab at it. I’m having a load of fun so far :)

Excerpt below:

The forest was dark. Much darker than it ought to be, and quiet too. Shouldn’t forests have birds singing high up in the branches? Or cute little critters scuttling about in the underbrush, foraging of nuts and berries and the like? The darkness seemed to imply that it was nighttime. Would that not suggest the presence of at least an owl or two hiding in the dense treetops?

There was nothing. Not a single sound except for the crunch of dead leaves beneath his feet and that of the boy walking beside him.

Warlock. The child’s name was Warlock. An adventurous boy of six who had a love for asking the most ridiculous questions and a predisposition to not do as he was told. It was for this very reason the pair had found themselves in this predicament, he was sure of it.

He was...a pause. A glance. What was their predicament, exactly? Alone, in an unfamiliar forest? How did they get here? What had been the events leading up to this? Why was he so certain this boy was the driving force behind it all?

Yes. The boy, Warlock. This boy was named Warlock. And he was Aziraphale. Simple gardener for the estate and sometimes caretaker for the child as well, when his parents were too busy to mind him themselves. Which was often, now that he stopped to think about it.

“...Bartholomew, Curtis, Razzle Dazzle, Mr. McStiggins, Pete, Steve. But I think the very worst name for this frog is - ”

Aziraphale’s hand shot out reflexively, nearly slapping the child in his face and stopping them both in their tracks. The silence drifted in like a dense fog and Aziraphale found himself straining to catch a glimpse of anything that might seem familiar. Anything that might clue him in on which direction to go.

“Wait,” he chastised as a faint noise echoed at the edge of his hearing. Was that a bird taking off in the sky? The wind rustling through the thick foliage? “Wait a second, Warlock.” He paused, looking down at the boy beside him, dressed in his olive overalls and long-sleeved white shirt. His normally unruly dark hair was mostly hidden from view, with only the ends sticking out from underneath an old silver teapot that was, for some reason, perched securely on the child’s head. “Where are we?”

“In the woods,” the boy responded, shifting the frog he was carrying from one arm to the other. Aziraphale blinked. Where had Warlock gotten a frog? He didn’t remember the child stopping to pick one up. And why was this one so big? It was unlike any frog he had ever seen before, and yet, that was certainly what it was. There could be no denying it. A frog, bigger than his outstretched hand, lay dangling from Warlock’s arms like it hadn’t a care in the world. How very strange.

“Yes, my dear, I can see that,” the gardener replied, glancing around them one more time. There was something about this place. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, but it made Aziraphale think that nothing in the world could be better right now than to curl up in his cottage, surrounded by his many books and nestled under a warm blanket, with a nice mug of fresh cocoa. “I meant, what are we doing out here?”

“We’re walking home,” Warlock stated so matter-of-factly that Aziraphale would have laughed were he not currently so unsettled by this bizarre situation they had found themselves in.

Looking around once more, Aziraphale reached down to take the child’s hand in his, a sense of dread slowly starting to creep in. thunder rumbled in the distance and the man suddenly had a certain feeling that they shouldn’t be here. “Warlock, dear.” He paused, not sure if he should continue. Aziraphale didn’t want to scare the child, but he needed to make the boy understand that this was no laughing matter. “I think we may have gotten a bit turned around.”

What to do, what to do? A frown made its way onto the gardeners face. What was one supposed to do in situations like this? He turned to look behind them, images of a familiar children’s tale filling his mind. Two small children wandering through a wood just like this one, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs behind as they marched toward their doom.

“We should have left a trail…” the man muttered to himself. Beside him, Warlock shifted, tugging his hand from Aziraphale’s grasp as he reached into his pockets.

“Don’t worry!” The small, yet boisterous voice declared as he tossed a fist full of candy at the path behind them. “I can leave a trail of candy. From my pants! See?”

Once again, Aziraphale felt the temptation to laugh, and once again, he stifled it. No reason to let his guard down now. Not until they were safely back at the Dowling Estate.

A dull thud sounded nearby and Aziraphale nearly leapt with fright. He spun around, peering in the direction of the noise, trying to ignore how his heart was currently trying to climb up and out of his throat. “Did you hear that?” he asked, hoping Warlock might say that he hadn’t and it had all been in the gardener’s mind.

“Yeah,” Warlock nodded his head in affirmation and Aziraphale once again took him by the hand and slowly moved them forward, keeping them mostly hidden behind the large trunk of a nearby tree.

There, just on the other side of the treeline, stood a man. He was dressed head to toe in black, pants tucked down into his boots, a rather tall hat atop his head. From here, Aziraphale couldn’t make out most of his features. The forest was dark, and the only light nearby was coming from a single lamp resting on the ground by his feet.

The thudding noise they had heard, it turns out, was the sound of the man’s axe, whacking repeatedly into the fallen tree in front of him. He was humming a soft tune to himself as he gathered the finely chopped pieces, kneeling down to ensure he gathered up every last bit. Aziraphale’s eyes drifted over the scene, trying to gather any bit of information he might have missed. Other than the sticky shadows of what looked to be sap upon the fallen tree, there appeared to be nothing of use here.

“We should ask him for help,” Warlock announced with all the innocence of a child that had not yet been taught to be hesitant around strangers. His frog croaked in what sounded like agreement and Aziraphale shot it a glare before realizing how ridiculous an action that was.

“No,” he cautioned his young charge, eyes returning to the strange man once more. “We should not ask him for help.”

“But - “

“Shush,” Aziraphale snapped, feeling immediately guilty at how harsh he sounded. He didn’t want to scare Warlock, or make him cry, but the longer they lingered here, the more nervous Aziraphale became. What they needed to do was stop wasting time and find their way back to someplace familiar. A street with cars or a neighborhood, perhaps, where they could borrow a telephone and call for help.

“You shush,” Warlock argued, tugging his hand free to bring a single finger to his lips like he’d seen his mother do a thousand times before.

“No,” Aziraphale was almost at his wit’s end. ��You shush.”

The boy glowered, but there was a teasing glint in his dark brown eyes. “You shush.”

As the pair argued, the light around them grew dimmer and dimmer. By the time Aziraphale looked up to take stock of their situation, the woodsman was walking away, the light from his lamp slowly disappearing behind the trees up ahead until it was over the hill and out of sight, leaving them in darkness once more.

“Ah,” Aziraphale sighed, feeling that all-too-familiar uneasiness return to his stomach. His gaze lingered on the space where the man had been. “Perhaps we should have asked him for help.”

“Maybe I can help you.”

The voice, sounding from behind them, was soft and low. Not deep, like a bass, but warm and gentle, and just a bit sultry. Aziraphale turned and saw, to his absolute horror, a serpent, nearly seven feet long with inky black scales and a red underbelly staring at them from a nearby tree. He’d managed to climb his way up to the branches level with the top of Aziraphale’s head and was gazing over at the pair of them with bright amber eyes.

“I mean,” the serpent continued, never once averting his gaze, “you two are lost, aren’t you?”

Aziraphale gasped, reaching up a hand to slap himself in the face, now certain that this was a dream. Some kind of twisted nightmare he’d found himself in - one that he desperately needed to wake up from. When the action did not banish the snake or the darkness or the wood at all, he spluttered, hoping some sort of answer might be provided. “What in the world is going on here?”

“Well,” Warlock piped up, clearly tickled that someone had thought to ask him. “You’re slapping yourself, and I’m answering your question, and - “

Aziraphale heaved out a heavy sigh. Now was really not the time. “No, Warlock, dear boy. This isn’t real. A snake’s brain isn’t big enough for cognizant speech,” he explained, forgetting for a moment that the six-year-old wouldn’t have the slightest idea what that meant.

Before he could amend his statement, the serpent’s head drifted closer. “Excussssse me? What was that?”

Blue eyes widened. “I mean - “ boy, had he gotten himself into a puzzle. “I’m just trying to say that you’re, well, you’re abnormal, is all. Out of the ordinary, as it were. Completely unexpected, and rather a bit alarming and - “ Goodness, he was rambling now, wasn’t he? Aziraphale had a tendency to do that when he was nervous.

“Good heavens, Aziraphale,” the man muttered, breaking eye contact for the first time. “Stop talking to it.”

“It?” He had never heard a snake, or any animal for that matter, sound so offended in his entire life. “I beg your pardon?”

Aziraphale’s eyes flashed back up to the luminous yellow orbs. “Uh - well, the thing is - “

Suddenly, the sharp snap of a twig sounded behind them. Aziraphale whirled around, his heart leaping from his chest when he realized Warlock had wandered several paces off to examine a slow moving turtle that he had decided to balance a piece of candy upon. There, standing before them, was the woodsman. Brown eyes wide, shadows etched into the deepest crevices of his face. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, voice thundering in the space around them, sending Aziraphale scrambling to bring Warlock back by his side, despite the boy’s protests to remain with his new friend. “Explain yourselves!”

“Aaaaand that’sss my cue,” the snake hissed, coiling up on himself as he disappeared out of the light and into the treetops, his striking golden eyes, the only part remaining visible. For a moment, the luminous orbs lingered, casting a final wink in Aziraphale’s direction before disappearing completely into the darkness “Ciao.”

#good omens #Ineffable Husbands #Aziraphale #crowley #serpent crowley #warlock #over the garden wall #otgw #good omens otgw au #penbwl #good omens fic #wip

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imtryingthisout · 5 years

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Sunglasses and Serenity

[a fic inspired by @nachosforfree @sanderssides-magicalgirlau check them out]

[Warnings: Descriptions of a Panic Attack]

[Pairing: Sleepxiety]

[Word Count: 2283]

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It was not a quiet night. The sky above was dark, the pearly stars hidden behind the neon verbosity of downtown. 24 hour shops and businesses had windows that never dimmed, pinpricks of artificial lightings blurred together creating an abstract mess of blended color.

The moon itself was distorted by the light pollution. It’s natural autumn glow paled in comparison to the vibrancy of the busy streets.

Remy both loved and hated it.

Growing up with summers spent in his family’s old Villa in Italy, secluded in a valley side miles away from the nearest approximation of a town, he had always known how the sky was darker blue than black. He and his cousins loved to climb upon the rooftop and find the stories hidden in the stars. The earth around them was quiet and peaceful, but never silent. The symphony of crickets and other night creature laid in the background of every night spent there. A distant murmuring, Tellus’s lullaby.

Moving to the city had been akin to dunking his head in a bucket of ice water and screamo pop.

Shocking, painful and utterly disorientating. But after the ringingness faded- strangely exhilarating.

Remy has thrown himself headfirst into the city’s night culture. Staying up late partying, trying all the best coffee houses, hanging around the hidden-and-not-so-hidden drag shows,gaining a reputation and a caffeine addiction along the way.

But this was not a night where he would be going out, not when everything he needed was with him.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Virgil really was a sight to be seen, his skin was pale, like the white-petaled sunflowers that grew by the valley, that seemed to glow in the moonlight. But his starkness fit in perfectly with the gleam of the industrial lights. Heterochromatic eyes, green and purple, stunning as murano glass and pulsing as strobe lights.

Achingly familiar, yet enticingly foreign. Home and longing rolled up in one boy, a boy who has stolen one of his sleep shirts for his own nefarious (adorable) use.

And who probably wanted an answer. Quick Remy, think of some witty remark to be entertaining!

“You ever notice how bright it is sometimes?”

Damn it! Guess we’re being genuine.

Virgil quirked his head to the side, giving Remy a piercing look, before nodding his head slightly . “Yeah,” he said, “Used to overstimulate the crap outta me when I was younger.” Then he paused, debating with himself over continuing- but decided to press forward. “Is that why you always wear those stupid shades?” The last words said in jest.

A surprised laugh escaped his through before he could stop it- Virgil almost reaches out to comfort him, but tensed up, too many bad memories stilled his arm.

“Girl, I’ll have you know these are designer glasses right here” he made a gesture around his face, “Iconic one of a kind Remy Hypnos Original Shades. Don’t go dissing my brand babes”

Virgil just snorted and rolled his eyes, “Uh, I’m pretty sure the designer thing on your face are those-eye bags you have hidden under there.”

“Damn right, even the bags under my eyes are Gucci”

“Oh Gods did you steal that off tumblr you sleep-deprived asshat? Oh don’t give me that look you totally did.” Virgil’s words had started off biting, but slowly devolved into a giggling mess.

(He really was just too cute for this world, Remy thought)

“Oh Ha ha, laugh it up” he snapped, ignoring his blushing cheeks and hot ears.

(Virgil could always tell how flustered Remy was by how red the tips of his ears were. A dusty pink for flirty, A warm rouge signaled embarrassment or arousal. Virgil loved watching the colors bloom on his skin. Memorizing what each shade meant- he could take any cochineal-colored paint swatch and map out Remy’s mood in the margins. It made him so easy to read, and so much fun to mess with.)

Soon the laughing and jeering subsided, and Virgil turned to look at Remy, “But seriously man, Is that why you always have those things on? Photophobia?”

“Can’t it be enough that I look rad as all Hell’s in them?”

“Not with that deflection it can’t” Virgil wasn't giving up it seemed, so Remy let out a deep sigh and gathard his words. “Remember highschool?”

“Kind of hard to forget.” High school was an absolute trainwreck for Virgil, he’d been on and off meds that screwed with his moods- making the already hormone fueled circus that was over a thousand teens trapped in one building, like a pack of sardines- even more emotionally taxing.

But if High School was a disaster for Virgil, it was absolute Hell for Remy.

Remy and his cousins had been homeschooled by their many relatives since they were children. Growing up learning in his family’s study. Rich mahogany floors, dim golden lighting bouncing off the variety of nick-nacks and treasures that line the shelves. Learning to read in his grandfather’s library, his worn and wrinkled hands guiding his young fingers along the words.

His cousin Alessia longed to go to a public school, and pleaded with her mother for ages before she relented. With the condition that she would allow her to go- but only if one of their own went with her.

So Remy, proving himself as her favorite, offered to accompany her.

The blinding smile on Alessia’s face as she squealed thank you , thank you amata cugino, favorito benedetto, was totally worth it. ‘It’s only one year’ he thought, ‘how bad could it be?’

Until he actually got there.

Virgil could think back and recall in semi-perfect clarity the day Remy Hypnos graced the halls of Sandershore High. Roman had become a central hub for gossip , and he’d heard whispers that of new transfer students, which in of itself wouldn't be news. But Hypnos was a household name, owning some of the most ridiculously pretentious Itialian Restaurants in the country. The kind people got engaged at, those levels of nice.

Needless to say when Remy and Alessia strolled into Sandershore’s gate. With perfect olive skin, rich brown hair and clothes nicer than Virgil’s single mom income could ever afford. Virgil fell in hate easily.

(The kind of hate that has him staring at him out of the corner of his eye during Calculus. Thinking about what his eyes looked under those darkened glasses. The kind of hate that wasn’t really hate)

Remy had all the perfect components to rule to school. Pretty, rich, with a startling amount of charisma and people skills for someone so unsocialized.

(Know one knew how he picked up slang so fast in an attempt to hide to slight foreign tilt that laced his words. Never knew how when he first heard someone mock Alessia’s body he punched the guy’s lights out without ever thinking. No one knew how he hadn’t had a night's sleep since school started. How fake he felt, his mannerisms esageraged and twisted to suit the liking of the student body- till he felt like a caricature rather than a person.)

By second quarter Virgil and Remy’s seeming distaste for one another had spread far and wide. They couldn’t be in the same room together without having some sort of verbal showdown. If you asked Virgil he would say that Remy was a self absorbed prick with an ego the size of Mt. Rushmore. If you asked Remy he’d say that that Virgil was a clingy mood-killer who couldn’t see past his own issues.

(Remy didn’t know how empty Virgil felt. How much the crushing weight of his own thoughts threatened to pull him down under. How his dependency on Patton was more sinister than a clingy best-friend. How sometimes his nightmares left him gasping and clawing- begging for them to come back. How his mother never really could fill the emptiness in his house. How Virgil sometimes felt like a puppet going through the motions.)

As the eye bags under their eyes grew darker and heavier, and autumn grew colder and colder. Both boys felt the pressure crushing them under its weight.

(Turns out they both used their arguments as cathartic release from the world around them.)

(Some things never change.)

It was winter when they found each other. Both on the verge of a breakdown-

(It was always too bright. There were no warm wooden floors just chilled title and harsh- fake- lights. The entire building smelled like body odor and cleaning supplies. The teachers were strangers, uncaring distant- he heard what the girls were saying about his cousin. He just felt so-)

(Empty. Hopeless. Patton was gone where did Patton go? He was lonely. And so so pathetic. He needed to get himself under control needed. Don’t be a burden- they all hate him- don’t slip up. They’re going to leave him. Everything felt so distant- drowned out by the static- he was drowning-)

Where the fate’s looking down on the two powder keg boy. A spark away from igniting. Weaving their strings together for a happenstance in counter. Or was it merely coincidence that they went to the same storage closet, to have a moment's respite.

Was it just chance that the door was automatic-locked.

“This is just great” Remy hissed under his breath, he just wanted one moment- just one! Of some cooled peace and solitude. Away from the buzzing gossip and fake friends. Away from the sensory hell outside. A little kernel of bitter anger swelled within the pit of his stomach. One moment, just one.

Then he turned to look at the other person in the room.

Remy had seen lots of sides of Virgil Anxiti, the sarcastic commenter, the horrible-yet oddly insightful- student, the debater .

(He hadn’t seen the devoted son, the caring brother, the friend who would do anything for his loved ones)

But he’d never seen him… blank.

Curled up in the corner of the closet, arms hugging his knees as they were pressed into his chest, was Virgil. Eyes dead and dulled as stone. The muscles in his face were relaxed completely- which unsettled Remy more than crying would have.

Remy wasn’t a Knight in shining armor, or even a comforting person in general- but unqualified as he may be, he couldn’t just let his favorite rival just sit there and do nothing to help.

Alessia needed physical touch when she was upset , their whole family was practically comprised of touchy people. So when one of them was sad, it was a one way ticket to hug time. Somehow Remy didn’t think that would be well received.

“Hey, babes I’m going to touch your arm- that good with you?” He didn’t reply, not that Remy thought he would- but still. So slowly, cautiously, he layed a single hand on Virgil’s arm.

The change was gradual, but noticeable. Hear bloomed under Virgil’s complexion, bringing back warmth into his skin. The glassy oversheen of his eyes subsided, and his entire posture just… relaxed. And so did Remy.

When he had gathered enough of himself, Remy guided Virgil though his breathing exercises. In and out, In and out. Hand never leaving his arm- grounding him to the world.

The door was still locked when Virgil regained his senses. “Guess we have to wait until someone notices we’re missing” Which nearly set Virgil off into another spiral. Until they rembered that technology exists. And so they used Virgil’s phone to text Logan to come and unlock it.

“He’s the only one who won’t make a big deal about us being locked in a closet together”

But there was time between then and there. Time to talk, if only to fill the awkward silence.

To talk about school.

“Girl I have no idea what they put in those ‘school provided lunches’ but they are not food.”

“What rock have you been living under? I once got food poisoning from drinking some of the milk in 6th grade- and that still wasn’t the worst thing I’ve eaten from there.”

About Friends.

“I met Patton when I was six and we’ve been best friends ever since. Dee joined in when we were all about nine and we first saw Lo’ and the twins when they started freshman year”

“I cannot honestly tell you the names of half the people who hang around me”

About Family.

“Hon you could bust down every wall in this building and still wouldn’t have enough room to put all my fam”

“It’s just been my mom, little brother and Patton since I was eight and my dad walked out. Still don’t know who I hate more for it- him or me”

If Logan took just a tad longer route to the closet- he didn’t mention it. He also didn’t mention when Remy started joining their table for lunch. Matching Roman and Remus in all their theatrics- offering to set up a ‘play date’ between some of his younger cousins and Dee’s many siblings.

(If he noticed how much happier the two were after that, how much more healthy Virgil seemed, how more secure in himself Remy acted...well that was just one more thing he didn’t mention.)

Present Day Remy took off his glasses, letting them rest gently in his hand. “My Nonna gave them to me the day before I started school. Said they would come in handy. They did of course.. they just kinda.. became more” he rubbed along the temple’s rubbery tip. Eyes focused in on the way his fingers move up and down the slender frame.

Virgil gently takes the glasses into his hand, and sets them down on the bedside table. He has to stand on his toes to reach Remy’s face, but when he does he tenderly places a hand onto his cheek, gazing into his deep brown eyes- the same shade as his espresso cups and just as rich.

And Remy melts into him. Allows himself to be led away from the window. From the bright lights and traffic noise, and into Virgil’s embrace.

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voidcat · 4 years

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– Gekka Bijin

Gekka Bijin, also known as the Beauty Under the Moon or the Queen of the Night, is a species of cactus and one of the most cultivated species in the genus. It blooms rarely and only at night.

Oikawa finds himself at a party he couldn't care less for, searching for someone he cares about a little too much.

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a/n: this is mainly inspired by the song Bodys, I suggest listening to it as you read. | ao3

The new song that takes over the place makes the party seem like something out of a mediocre America coming-of -age movie. Oikawa looks around, what was he even doing here?

The beat starts to change and what he assumes to be the main melody begins to take over the room. The chances of finding the one person he was looking for were low, very low. And he is sure he had spent all his luck in life already. Agreeing to attend chibi-chan’s party wasn’t the brightest idea he has had but he had to start somewhere, preferably night time; so the darkness and the dim lights surrounding him could hide his face in case his mask happens to slip. That’s not what I meant to say at all. I mean- I’m sick of meaning, I just want to hold you.

You and me both; he cannot help but think, sparing a glance at the unfamiliar faces and the clashing bodies around him. The whole place stinks of sweat, alcohol and a pinch of tobacco. He scrunch his nose at that. Is the chorus yet? No, it’s just the building of the verse…

“What type of idiot even comes up with such lame lyrics anyway? I don’t even want to think who listens to them...” he’s complaining to himself, again.

“Well I’d bet my money on that girl by the stereo who seems to be having too much fun.” Oikawa didn’t even realize he was complaining out loud until he heard the familiar voice reply to him. He looks up to the direction of the said girl. “Is she... holding an empty bottle of vodka as a mic?” He tilts his head as he tries to make sense of the scene before him, trying his best to ignore the owner of the voice deliberately.

“Holding onto the bottle, would be a more proper expression I think.” This time he looks back at the voice.

His time in California has done wonders on him, that’s for sure. His, now tanner, skin compliments his deep olive green eyes as always, his hair slightly ruffled and he can spot a little bit of a blush on his face. Could be from the alcohol, he assumes, if Iwai was drinking.

Everything around him is in a blur, his eyes do not see anything that’s not him.

“Long time no see Iwa-chan!” he says at last, one of his signature smiles decorating his face. “What brings you to chibi-chan’s party?” Iwa frowns at that, must’ve realized the smile is fake. “Dragged in by Mattsun and Makki the moment I said I was going to spend the night by myself.” Mattsun and Makki. It has been a while he last talked to them properly, and he hasn’t been messaging with Iwaizumi like he once did either, so that must say something. The distance between them put its toll on their life-long friendship. Reading, more like trying, his messages of “shittykawa” in his voice can never compare to hearing the awful nickname, even if it’s followed by a hit.

Interrupted from his train of thoughts, he watches Iwa’s gaze go down. “Nice tshirt.” Right, he forgot he was wearing that tonight. The writing ‘zacco platypus’ on his chest feels heavier than ever.

Another trademark smile. “What can I say, Iwa-chan. I missed ya!” He says in his typical singsong tone. The unsettling silence takes over as they stare at one another, both seem to be deep in thought.

The truth is Iwaizumi wasn’t the one avoiding Oikawa, at least not as obviously. Ever since high school ended and their lives got separated by an ocean, Oikawa was left with too much time to overthink the smallest things.

He realizes he hasn’t said anything nor made a gesture to show he heard Iwa yet. “So you’re here by yourself? No one new in your life?” He isn’t sure if he wants to hear his friend’s reply to the latter.

“Tried once or twice, didn’t stick long. I won’t ask you back the same question though, you’ve spammed me with all the gruesome details just as they happened.”

That wasn’t exactly true. Sure, talking excitedly about a date gone nice or the little things that attracted him further to his dates were something he let his friend know.

But he never told him how he tried dating men; how he was always searching for calloused hands, sharp green eyes, messy spiky hair; how he wished he could hear the mean nicknames instead of cute names of endearment or the silly pet names. How often he thought about what the two of them could have been, how he never acted towards this dream, the fear of ruining their friendship nagging his brain.

The drunk girl starts to sing along loudly: “Well, so what? We're young!” something he can’t put a finger on changes in her tone. “We’re thin, most of us.

We're alive-“ A pause. “Most of us.” She ends it in a rather sad tone.

“Well, they seem to be having fun.” Iwai spares a glance at the dancing figures around them, attempting to keep the conversation alive. “I’d be having fun too, if I consumed booze recklessly and lost myself completely I guess.” Oikawa says with a roll of eyes.

Then his body sets into motion before he can comprehend what his hands are doing. He puts his hands on Iwa’s shoulders, truly a sight out of a cheesy teen romcom. He wants to scoff at his cliché-ness.

He can see the shock painted on Iwaizumi’s face.

“Those are you got some nice shoulders I'd like to put my hands around them I'd like to put my hands around them”

“Oi baka-kawa, what are you doing?”

“Following the instructions, and trying to have fun, assumed acting a bit more like them could help achieve that.” He points at the people around them with his head. They start to swing in an awkward manner, not exactly matching the song’s pace or rhythm. Iwa’s hands find his waist.

“So what’s with the sudden change of your messages lately?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Iwa-chan-“ Oikawa tries to brush it off, breaking eye contact but it seems Iwa won’t let go of this any time soon.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, I’m not in the mood for your games or blatant acting so you better explain to me what’s been bothering you.” His demeanor is stern but he can hear the concern in his voice.

He wants to turn his gaze away, avoid the piercing looks Iwa is sending his way, but if he’s really going to do it tonight, there’s a chance this may be the last time he will get to see his face like this, up-close.

Meeting Iwa’s stare wasn’t the sanest thing to do for Oikawa because he cannot find it in himself to blink. He wishes for time to stop and to stay in this exact moment forever. With his hands on his shoulders, Iwa’s hands on his waist, gazing into each other’s eyes and getting lost in them; everything besides them is a mixture of noise and colors. No longer resisting the demanding look in Iwa’s eyes, Oikawa opens his mouth at last:

“I was afraid I’d say something wrong, ruin something between us or cause a mess I couldn’t fix because there’d be this entire ocean between the two of us.”

He stops to take a deep breathe. “I guess I was afraid I’d do something stupid… (like this)” The last bit remains unsaid but it’s heavy in the air and they both know it. He speaks in a whisper and leans in for a kiss.

All he can feel is how warm and soft being this close to Iwaizumi feels. It feels different than any other kiss he has ever had and he knows nothing will be the same after it. He’s too focused on his worrying, he doesn’t even realize whether Iwa responds back to his kiss or not. And so he pulls back to examine his face and get a good look at him in this shitty lightning one last time.

“Oi, if the idea of the two of us is stupid to you, maybe you shouldn’t have gone in for a kiss.”

At that moment Oikawa is at a loss of words. He stands with his jaw hanging open, trying to process his words. He was expecting a shove, maybe an angry yell, a hit in the head or Iwaizumi to leave immediately without sparing him a glance. But this?.. This was not on that list, not even an option at all.

Having read him through his various moods all his life, Iwa seems to know what is exactly going in Oikawa’s head. So he pulls the idiot back to him, his right hand on his jaw, for a second kiss.

No fireworks, no explosions; all those writers and painters must have been wrong all this time.

Because the kiss he shares with the person he loves more than anything else in this world feels like something he long searched for and finally found. And in a sense, it is exactly that.

Kissing Iwa in that very moment comes natural to him just like breathing, eating, doing a jump serve or setting for him. It feels like coming home to rest after a long day, to eat milk bread after craving it for so long, to watch the sun set after a well spent day.

Kissing Iwaizumi Hajime feels like home.

He is sure somewhere far away a queen of the night blooms just as they kiss.

They pull away slowly. Every action they take together, they’ve grown accustomed to it, in perfect sync and tonight is no exception. They can see each other smiling faintly. One of his genuine ones, Iwaizumi knows. Oikawa rests his forehead on Iwa’s and they stand like that for a little longer.

I got so fucking romantic, I apologize.

A new song starts to play through the speakers.

“Seriously, what’s up with those lyrics?” Oikawa starts shaking his head, still smiling.

His whiny statement goes ignored by Iwaizumi: “What do you say, we go out and… catch up?”

He’s met with intense and light brown eyes suddenly directing their attention back to him, there must be supernovas hidden inside them, he cannot help but think, a lump forming in his throat.

“And we can… put a name on what we are, if you’d like that, I mean-“ He is cut off by a quick peck on the lips and next thing he knows, he’s being dragged away from the party by the only person he has always loved and cared for with his whole heart.

As the obnoxious music they left behind fades into the background, Oikawa makes a mental note to send that girl a bottle of her favorite drink; marching towards nowhere in particular, hand in hand with the one he loves.

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demethinkstoomuch · 4 years

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Deme Rates Villagers: Cubs

It’s Bears, but Smaller!

(Why didn’t I lump Bears and Cubs the way I did Cows and Bulls? Because there are a fair number of them, I think.)

I have also realized that, rather than a numerical rating, an emoticon rating might be better. I may do numbers from time to time, and so likely will not go back for the others. There will not be a scale, but a broad expression of my feelings. Or a mimic of their faces. Or a comment. Sometimes.

Disclaimer: Images are from the wiki, all good dogs, my ratings are mainly just there because “Deme gives her abstract thoughts on villagers” is hardly a catchy thing.

Aisle

Another Animal Forest E+ exclusive, another villager that looks like they came out of a Rare game like Banjo-Kazooie or Conker’s Bad Fur Day, even though this one doesn’t feature any exact equivolents. On the whole, I think the high contrast between the blue fur and the tuft of blond hair is a bad look, but the big blue eyes being sort of heavy-lidded and dour’s kind of cute.

Rating: :|

Barold

Barold is great. Like, I don’t entirely know what they’re going for with him -- he vaguely suggests either Fred Flinstone or an IT guy in my head -- but I love it either way. (Fred Flinstone: 5 o’ clock shadow, shirt. IT Guy: Eeyes have kind of a glasses shape, beard). He’s oozing with character, albeit a strange character, and do I detect little white pawsies? I do!

Rating: B’|

Bluebear

She’s a bear! She’s blue! She’s got a little white and a little pink, which gives her a nicely over-all pastel look. I like the darker blue (Fire Emblem Lord Blue, perhaps?) hair on her. She is just cute.

Rating: :)

Cheri

Another colorful bear cub, this one, pink! I like her, she’s sassy. Nice eyebrows that pair with her eyes to give her an impression of moxie that’s still quite cute. Hair is spiky, which adds to that. She’s peppy, which means that by peppy standards, she’s pretty edgy, in a weird, pink little bear way. Either way, she’s rather cute.

Rating: :]

Chester

Man, what do the Animal Crossing devs have against just letting pandas be cute? Chow, Chester... They’re both just sort of weird in a way that I find, funnily enough, more unsettling or dull than charming. Long pupils are not friend-shaped; if they leaned into the creepy, like with a goat, that would be one thing, but it rather spoils Chester. The sad-looking mouth could be cute, but it’s a bit big for that. Almost there, Chester, but just not.

Rating: :(

Cupcake

So, Cupcake is kind of Cheri, but with a half-hearted snootification effort via heavy-lidded eyeshadow eyes. Meh.

Rating: :[ (Like Cheri, but worse.)

Judy

A New Horizons new villager, and Judy is sure an aesthetic! The pastel gradients, the enormous sparkly eyes with the big shojou lashes, she just screams that she belongs in a gothic lolita girl’s arms during a photoshoot. Get this bear a lace-up dress. She could be an extra Hello Kitty collab character or something. I’m not actually a huge fan of Judy, but I cannot possibly deny that she is wonderfully what she is, and so while the agressively UWU quality to her isn’t for me, but I can’t help but applaud it. Dedication! Also, I like the subtler blush. It works.

Rating: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

June

June is maaaybe my favorite cub, she’s just simple and pleasant-looking, without being a pastel screaming-fest, Her colorscheme and implied heavy fringe has a sort of... Like, it makes her big blue eyes and over-all cuteness read “girl next door,” sort of an ordinary, natural cute. And then you add the cute big hibiscus for a little pop that contrasts with her eyes. It’s just a real cute look. I’d probably, though, if I were to consider adopting her, check to make sure her eyes aren’t super weird when you look at them from other angles. It’s a bad fate to befall a villager.

Rating: (◕‿◕✿) (Babe, hold my flower)

Kody

Hey, look, it’s one of my starter New Leaf villagers! Kody was the last of my first villagers to move out, too, sticking around for quite a while indeed. His departure left a hole that Clyde entered through via someone’s void, and I was not happy about that. As a result, I feel fonder of Kody than I would otherwise, since otherwise, he’s just, you know, a blue bear with a darker blue spot, like many animals that are just like that except not bears. It can be charming with the right face, but there’s nothing particularly noteworthy about his face. It’s just Kody. There he is. Old chum.

Rating: ˅ u ˅ Ah, the memories...

Maple

Awwww, look at her! She’s just precious, very simple, with implied floofy bangs and bright little dot eyes. Even the pink sticker blush works better with her colors than I see in a lot of places. If June didn’t have her flowers, maybe I’d be here saying Maple’s my favorite. Maybe Maple is my favorite, I don’t know. She feels like angelfood cake, you, know? Light, pleasant, sweet...Though, admittedly, not especially flavorful. She’s just cute as she is.

Rating: ‘ ◕ w ◕ ‘

Marty

Ah, a Sanrio villager! ...Not one of the cuter ones, really. Looks sort of like a honey jar bear to me, which is, I suppose, something. His eyebrows have an unassuming quality, like he’s just a normal guy.

Rating: Normal Guy / Guys

Murphy

Remember everything I said about Kody? Yeah, still true about Murphy. His coloring is just sort of “spotted bear,” now in green. But! He does have big square eyebrows and big square eyes, which give him a bit of extra character, reliably and kinda sleepy. A good face.

Rating = w = (A good thing, I promise.)

Olive

Olive is a villager I’ve heard compared to Maple a lot -- it’s the shirt, I suppose, but really, more than that. Her color scheme is also pretty naturalistic and grounded, she has a cute bang outline. She doesn’t push the cute as hard, but that might make her more comfortable, less out-and-out cutesy to folks. That said, her eyes just have that quality I found with the birds, where something about them, paired with the surprised eyebrows, that feels kinda blank, like they reveal nothing. Staring. These eyes have seen too much. But she’s still pretty cute, won’t lie.

Rating: O-O

Pekoe

Aww, isn’t she cute? This screenshot makes her look more cream-colored than I’m used to thinking of her as, a dramatic bonus to her over-all level of adorable. Pekoe’s use of ears to suggest little covered hair-buns is pretty flavorful; it makes me wonder if they almost wanted to make a cute, very on-theme panda, and then decided “No, let’s just make her a white bear, good enough.” Still, her face is cute, too, with a distinct set of eyes carrying through the same sort of design sensibilities as her hair and ears/buns, intensely stylized. It’s a nice look.

Rating: :)

Poko

What is with the shape of his head? You all see that, right, where his head is a totally different, longer, shape? Why? What does it mean? Is it meant to be like a mask? If it were meant to be a long mask, that’d be cool. I don’t think it is? It’s a mystery that he would need another appearance to solve, and that’s not happening.

Rating: ? :/

Poncho

Poncho’s cute. He’s basically just blue Olive, though the bangs are less fwooshy. Still, I find him a bit cuter than Olive, because the oval eyes sort of soften the effect of round on round on round that looks strange and staring; this is a bit more cartoony and cute. That’s about it from me. Pretty cute.

Rating: 0 ˅ 0

Pudge

Oh, Pudge looks so sad and alone! I want to hug and protect him! I’ve checked other screenshots, that’s just how Pudge’s face is, and it’s so precious! I do not get the freen on the ears and tip of tail, though. I do not understand why this is a thing, and I cannot say I approve of it. It’s kind of a distracting negative among this otherwise adorable design of a baby I just want to protect!

Rating: (> ‘ . ’)> Come here and let me hug you!

Stitches

OK, so, maybe if it’s not June or Maple, maybe Stitches is best cub. Certainly, he’s the most thematically strong, with this adorable patchwork teddybear design! His eyes evoke a really cute version of his name, little stitches. Just adorable and aesthetically on-point and I’m really happy to see him. I could see him with a place on my island, if I only didn’t have too many villagers I could see with a place.

Rating :D or, alternatively, XwX just for him.

Tammy

Oh, it’s almost all the things I dislike in a villager design. Random colors without real cohesion or purpose, just “well, this is a colorful animal” that clash with other randomly-selected colors (orange blush, deep rose eyeshadow, pale pink inner ears, white muzzle/paws, brown bangs) with eyeshadowed eyes to say “Hey this is a snooty” without going all-in for glamor-comedy? I think we’ve hit bingo. Funnily enough, I think this might be my least-favorite cub.

Rating: :(

Vladimir

Vladimir is ugly with dedication. Vladimir is ugly with a passion. Vladimir is ugly with soul and purpose. Buck teeth and that flatly furrowed, thin, no-brow-unibrow! Those awful bangs! Truly, Vladimir is an artist’s study in ugly-cute. I can’t say that it works to vaunt him into a villager I’d really love to have around, but I can profoundly respect him.

Rating: ಠ ῳ ಠ

The cubs are good, in conclusion. A good mix of aesthetics, and at least 3 I rather like, which is a good number. Also, I got to whip out some Japanese emoticons, and isn’t that important?

#Deme Rates Villagers #Animal Crossing #Cubs #stitches animal crossing

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advernia · 4 years

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around june of last year, i decided to revive my writing blog as one of the many potential stress-relief methods i could think of.... i didn’t think i’d be able to keep it active for long since work + family duties keep me preoccupied most of the time, but eyyy!!! so far i haven’t lost the motivation to keep going back to this blog, and i even managed to keep it afloat for half a year!!! amazing!!! (•̀o•́)ง

and now here we are halfway through 2020!!! it’s waaaay overdue but here’s a big T H A N K Y O U V E R Y M U C H ! ! ! to everyone and anyone who dropped by this blog last year + all them likes, comments, reblogs...... please know that i’m still i n c r e d i b l y grateful for the support & interest in the content i’ve posted up!!!! tbh my activity’s still hella sporadic so it’s really amazing for me that i even gained new followers.... i’m very honored to have all of you stick around my blog despite my irregularity!!!!!!!! (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)

it’s also overdue, but i slowly managed and finally cleaned up the blog like i’ve been meaning to do + changed the blog name to match my ao3 handle for consistency!!! i make no promises to be super active... but i’m sure that i still want to continue writing & keep this blog alive!!!!

again, thank you all for your time + reading my works!!!!!! ∩( ´∀` )∩ work commentary on the rest of my works last year follows under the cut!

oct 1 // hero’s journey

a drabble on blanc + oliver about the alices... now that i think of it, calling the first alice first alice is kinda funny considering that alice is really her name... or is it?

i do hope blanc’s route talks about her a bit, haha! i mean, i wish cybird remembers that they’ve been dropping the occasional background tidbits about her... like for example, her pocketwatch (that she gave to blanc eventually) having a magic crystal engraved into it.... her potentially leaving a fucking globe in the black army’s possession (like... wow... u fell with that thing????????)....

plus, i just find it interesting that she was remembered by cradle as a heck of a troublemaker lol! it also makes you wonder who among the main cast met her, blanc aside... though it’s not stated when exactly she fell into cradle, so maybe only blanc had the opportunity of meeting her...

so does blanc speak of her fondly bc she’s a woman, or is there something else??? has he been frequently visiting the land of reason pre-game??? has he found the first alice’s antique shop / met her again??? does he still try to figure out the reason why there’s a magic crystal engraved into the first alice’s pocketwatch????? hmmmmm......

on another note, it would be hilarious if cybird pulls a peter pan 2......... since we can’t pull off a mother-daughter relationship like wendy & jane’s, what if alice the second is somehow actually related to the first alice?? and while she’s completely different from her predecessor, blanc finds himself falling for alice the second........ just like he fell for the first alice? drama!

that’s just a random thought but kidding aside, i do hope blanc’s route is hella interesting bc i think he’s our mr. exposition for knowing more about cradle itself lol

oct 1 // fair (?) ladies & phony (?) enchanters

a result of going manic a few days after seeing harr’s trailer + route release.... ahaHAHA I’M STILL WILLING TO PLAY UR ROUTE IN JP HARR (if i actually had time to sit down and translate gET REKT)

i liked writing these drabbles and i think they’re cute but tbh they did nothing to ease my curiosity about harr’s route.... if anything else, it became even w o r s e haha........................

if i think of blanc to have a cradle-centric route, i do hope harr’s route is magic tower-centric! naturally it will be since he’s got history there, but i hope a lot of my questions about the magic tower will be answered.....

will harr’s perspective of the magic tower be in the eyes of a test subject or a disciple???? he was scouted by the magic tower, but it wasn’t stated what he was doing exactly..... going by hints + loki’s & zero’s routes, it’s more of him being a disciple, so there’s bound to be guilt.......

hopefully alice’s characterization in his route is good + we get a fun group dynamic with loki!!! their potential.... the most(?) notorious criminal of cradle, a sought after test subject, and that one girl who nullifies all magic; a renegade trio lurking around the forbidden forest.... what an odd bunch!

oct 4 // god is a five minute hymn

a religious themed fic with lancelot & alice - tbh i don’t even know why religion was the first thing that came into mind when liz and i were talking about cultural differences, lol.

on that note though! i personally like thinking that if ever cradle had a semblance of a religion, it would be polytheistic & nature-centric, and not strictly practiced - the stratocracy of both territories i’d like to think makes it harder for religion to have a voice, much less have one that is practiced by the general population. the only thing general about it is that the religion centers or has magic crystals as an important factor... or something. yeah.

that aside, i think i specifically chose lancelot in this piece for the sole reason that his canonically stated lack of common sense, in my opinion, gives him the curiosity of a child sometimes - there’s no sense of malice or doubt, just the pure innocence of wanting to know something....... religion does that to kids, especially when introduced to it at first.

rereading the fic makes me think of the instances where when faced with dire or unsettling situations, people turn to faith as a life line.... well, i’m not sure if i had that subconsciously in mind when writing alice, but that does give a spin to it....

oct 6 // flow like the river nile

a spontaneous red army-centric fic! it certainly turned out better than i expected... i liked the formatting i used for this one!

if cybird can give us more about the pre-game suitors it would be great, tbh! and while the stuff about them in school is interesting, i’d like to see more about when they assumed their positions + combat scenes! the neutrals are special cases, but knowing more about their living conditions + daily lives is also a treat...

i was thinking of adding one last snippet about lancelot in the eyes of the reds, but i scrapped it out and switched it to alice & lancelot’s conversation about duty - it could’ve worked better if i stuck to using the what is your duty? question, but i scrapped it eventually too. ah well. it does look good enough as it is.

oct 7 // seeking out phantoms

a mandatory(???) odd one out aka content that’s not ikerev, haha! i missed fe:a all of a sudden...

i never got around to writing properly for this fandom tho, what a shame - i’ve got some bits of pieces in my drafts that looked interesting and easy enough to pick up, and this was one of them.

robin investigating more of their plegian heritage could’ve been a good subplot tbh... i still wish there was something like a paralogue or dlc about it, bc honestly the valm arc goes a bit slow until you get to the future past revelations. ah well.

and gaius bc first husband for the win.... not like i actually had the guts to marry anyone else in my other save files lololol

nov 7 // push me off a bridge (to catch me as i fall)

my longest project of 2019, holy shit! i didn’t know i still had it in me to write something past 10k... i need more of that motivation + energy....

there’s nothing much to say about this since i blabbed about everything in the post-reading notes, but as much as i fought myself to get this done, i really enjoyed writing a long fic again! hopefully i can get myself to write another one this year...

nov 18 // beloved, beloved, let me be clear

18 sentences on zero & alice + macross frontier references! man, when i really got to the point about the earrings i was thinking of sheryl a lot....

kept it in sentences cause i didn’t have enough time to put up a decent ficlet! but i really wanted to get my screaming out of my system....... i used to do sentences + three word sentences challenges before, and doing one again was pretty fun!

but really.... zero’s route kept me happy for days???? their buildup + dynamic was something i was totally w e a k for, no joke..... thank gods the collection event was going on, bc i really made good use of my stocked chapter tickets lolol!

i was especially excited come the ball scene, and that cg..... a h a h a.... i need more of those pretty cgs where i can see alice’s face + costume change.......

nov 20 // coloring inside the lines

jonah + alice + makeup!!!! tbh this was really fun, i enjoyed writing this one - if i remember, this was a fic that i managed to continuously work on the day i thought it up!

jonah may not be my best boy but tbh i find writing him very easy - i guess it’s because i’m very fond of characters like him!!! those uptight nobles who are as prideful as hell but can definitely live up to their name + are more capable than their bragging suggests... idk if there’s a general trope name for these doods, but i especially like analyzing their motivations + convictions!!!

i liked how i ended it, but i apparently i made an actual ending that’s now a snippet in my drafts - jonah & alice head to the ball, and somewhere along some bystanders’ flow of conversation someone drops a comment about jonah’s lips looking... quite more luscious than usual, lolol. so t h i r s t y. upon hearing this, alice can’t seem to stop smiling for some reason.....

nov 27 // blue fields, verdant skies

a practice drabble set centric on a ray/alice development that i liked so much i made it into a series - plus, it’s black army content and honestly i need to write more of them! my red army bias is showing whoooooops

it’s a feudal + arranged marriage au, with the latter... being quite spontaneous. it’s those types of marriages where neither have even met - not even once - only to face each other come the wedding... so it’s a given that audiences from both parties are rather curious how this will turn out.

since i had the theme of fate in mind, ray was the automatic pick for the male lead. the rest of the black army is a given and for kicks, i added dean and dalim! i actually want to write about them + mousse, but since i’m still unsure on their characterizations i’ve been holding them off.... but i gave in anyway.....

alice is again named for word count convenience purposes since it’s in actual 100 words aka drabble form! i have planned scenes + an ending already in mind, but going there is pretty hard bc.... i still have to write the scenes in between + resist temptation to expand further on other scenes, haha....

initially i was planning to keep it updated here as well, but any more updates of this are on ao3 instead! the formatting looks better there instead of my blog tbh, and it also gives it a sort of muted tone to the story that works with me!

this is also the 31st fic in this blog, marking an end of the challenge liz bestowed to me lolol - since i brought this blog back to life around june, i was dared that by the end of the year, i should’ve posted more than 15 fics to add up to the initial 15 i had already posted before, thus the numbers on my fics back then.... now that i actually succeeded, i can stop counting lololol!!!! tho hopefully i can still be pretty active this year....

dec 22 // duck, duck, bullet

oliver & fenrir on guns... this probably wins as the most spontaneous idea i had on my head - tbh, i wasn’t even sure where i was going with it at first! but i’m sure i was suddenly thinking about that one detective conan movie.... then it became kid!oliver with a gun.....

i wonder if he tests the bullets at night, when he’s in adult form.... then again, kid!oliver with a gun still works.... say that because he’s a genius inventor, he made some models to serve as his shooting targets.... but another thought that amuses me more is.... blanc does the bullet testing for him!?

lololol i already thought about blanc being oliver’s live target, but i also find blanc with a gun very interesting.......... i mean, blanc certainly doesn’t look like he can fight, but who knows??? i mean, mousse is the former ace of hearts, but i still can’t imagine him fighting..... appearances can be deceiving....

the two aside, i wonder how fenrir even met oliver and got him working on his bullets........ was it through blanc or other connections???? how long have they been seller and buyer???? does anyone else commission anything from oliver?????? hmmmm.....

dec 23 // terms of surrender

i’ve been told by liz + luci + other friends that i needed to practice writing more.... cheesy fluff. i’m not sure if this sirius/alice piece counts, lol. in fact, i think it’s my definition of fluff i see here - and it translates to not exactly fluffy at all!

tho if you want me to be honest about it - when i write suitor/alice stuff, how alice was characterized in the suitor’s route is still my basis for how i’ll write her, and sirius’ alice................ haha......... i think she’s the alice that’s honestly easy to write but i choose to avoid..........

i don’t dislike the sirius/alice dynamic per se, tho. i do find it cute, especially if cybird stops emphasizing the issue of maturity in the relationship on alice’s side. i understand - i really do - that it’s a potential issue in the relationship, but...... that’s not the only problem you can possibly have as time passes, right?????

on another note, it’s funny that only sirius gets to be harped about the maturity due to age difference issue - setting aside blanc, who heavens know how old he is, lancelot’s 29 and since alice is presumed to be around ray + fenrir’s age, you could say that she’s 24 or even 23 to be safe.... so that makes a 5 / 6 years difference but it’s never brought up, lol. but i guess it’s because unlike lancelot, the black army’s been making sirius’ age a running gag....

anyway, this piece is pretty decent! i was thinking of something along the lines of mornings between a “married couple”.... there were two scenarios i had in mind, and i opted to write this one out first.... maybe i’ll have the second one posted up here another day.

dec 28 // a chain of black thrones

pre-game!sirius & ray and bc i was thinking a lot about the previous chosen, the former jack of spades!!! i wonder if the armies have a set age for retirement lolol... it would be awesome if there was still a chosen who’s already past his 50s or something, haha!

since sirius was constantly badgered to take on the role of king, i was also wondering about how long the black army was ‘king-less’... i mean, if the tension between both armies was really as great as they say, having no king puts the black army at a precarious position... i also thought that ‘nah, maybe there was a king or something but maybe the black army didn’t like him or something so they insisted that sirius take it instead’ but sirius’ 1st anniv. epilogue says otherwise - there really was a period that the black army had no king, wow. how the heck did they deal with that???? surely the red army saw this as a display of vulnerability....

can the black army’s chosen choose to leave their posts when they feel like it??? when they’re defeated by a challenger, what happens to them - a demotion, or do they serve under the ‘new’ chosen??? does the black army’s chosen change constantly because of their meritocracy + challenger system??? like, how do they deal with that, and do they announce their changes in chosen each council meeting??? each new question just snowballed my curiosity, whoops...

there were so many angles i thought of but i decided to settle for addressing the king-less state of the black army... through the eyes of a veteran who’s probably served many kings throughout his time of service as part of the black army’s chosen.

i gave this jack of spades character a name, actually - garret folner. maybe someday i’ll write him again, bc i actually enjoyed thinking about the present + past chosen interactions - maybe i’d think about that for the red army, but this time i find the black army’s side more interesting for this situation.

dec 29 // steadfast tin soldier

a zero/alice piece for zeroweek - i was about to post pt. 1 as a standalone, but then i just thought about how.... zero bought alice a gown.... but never got to dance with her at the day of the ball..... so i rushed to add pt. 2 haha!

with the addition of pt. 2 it looks cut short tho - i did think of putting a scene in between, but no good ideas came into mind bc i was too fascinated with the dancing scene... i swear at some point i will find myself writing a fic or a part of a fic that’s a dance scene for the rest of the ikerev suitors + alice....

this is the kind of fluff i live for, actually... i’m totally fine with the steamy content cybird throws during events + bonus stories, but if i were to be honest i say.... where’s my non-sexual intimacy????? the simple, wholesome stuff?????????????????

man, i feel hilarious for typing that out..... but well, i guess it’s a matter of different strokes for different folks, lol!

#rundown.txt #can i spam thank yous???? seriously idk what else to say ahhhh #this! blog! shall! live!!! if i do well enough updating will become a habit!!!#i need better habits than sleeping + working + spring cleaning lololol #aHA i was thinking of changing themes again bc aesTHETIC #there wasn't one that caught my eye tho... plus coding during work... get rekt #but i fooled around with pages instead and colors!!! blue's the color of the year

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the sound of his kisses muffled by your skin, a brief rustling of clothes here and there “you’re so cute” he whispers, letting go of your lips to peck your left cheek, and then your jaw, and then your chin, leaving room for you to respond “thanks, could say the same to you” he stops a moment and faintly chuckles at that compliment, his right hand already resuming to the task of teasing your hips “is this position comfortable?” he hints with his brow at the slim black recliner you two are leaning on, your spine kinda pressed by his whole body. however there’s no way you can reply now, too busy focusing on reciprocating his affection, what a needy man – you would never have guessed it; that RK900 was such a tender alpha, his cold exterior hid it too well, not that you had anything to complain about the former or the latter, for you loved both. another thing you wouldn’t have thought was him crushing on you as hard as you did. can’t complain on this side either. a low growl comes from his chest, along a silent buzz of his jacket’s pocket. his eyes roll in annoyance and, while lifting up a bit his torso, he reaches for his phone, giving you the time to breathe more freely “yes, detective reed?” of course it’s him. you giggle, mouth ajar, slightly short of air, warm blood weaving in the veins under your dark circles – thought you don’t know this but you’ve just made RK900’s heart skips a beat. and he can’t help but puts his fingers near your left ear, caressing your features, basking in your loveliness, ooh gavin could have waited even an entire day if this little android wasn’t so meticulous about work in the first place “mh, i understand.” he mumbles, deciding that these few minutes shouldn’t be wasted, and lowers down to gently nibble at your neck “i see, that makes sense.” at your carotid “no, i didn’t.” and at your collarbone “c’mon you’ll make me purr” you jokingly murmur but he retorts with a wink, still paying attention to the call “very well, then.” the last picking at the start of your sternum “i’ll hang up.” and he does, finishing his path of invisible lovebites in a hushed speech. you wonder how you’ll be able to face the other detective without being too embarrassed the next occasion you meet him “i’m sorry, looks like i have to go.” “y-yeah, figured.” you clumsily attempt to smile, using your elbow as a lever to start raising your figure “but i’d love if we could, uh, continue this?” fuck please yes “sure! – i mean, mh, sure, why not.” we’ve got to the part where you have to act casual but it’s not your forte, shit “perfect! seems i’ll be late this evening but you can come home with connor.” he slowly gets up to iron the wrinkles out of his suit with his palms. a kiss on your forehead and he’s gone. wait what. connor? he leaves you there, dumbfounded, trying to decipher his words. by all means it must be some kind of mistake, you didn’t hear right or maybe you did but he meant something else or.... not, as you get to confirm at the end of your shift. connor standing in front of the DPD entrance, tall, unsettled, probably concerned, most certainly awkward, 100% anxious “hey” you notice his digits unravel in a continuous motion, but as soon as you acknowledge that particular he’s quick to hide them in his trousers, perhaps playing with his usual coin “hey” a tiny show of his teeth in an immaculate friendly manner, he really is different from RK900, huh. “this is not going to work, i’m a mess” “you’re fine connor, love, you’ve been made for this” “stop joking you’re not helping. also, your scent is mixed with [name]’s and i have trouble restraining myself gosh” “do you want a human punchline?” “NO i do not want a human punchline” “you’re so funny i’d marry you” “i regret the day you downloaded a sense of humor” you point the tip of your shoes onwards and rock the heels backwards, to and fro, to and fro, looking at the glass doors disclosing the sudden downpour “sooo....” he abruptly wakes up from his train of thought “ah! it’s fine, i brought an umbrella!” from behind his frame appears the aforementioned dark object, which, honestly, wasn’t your first worry “that’s good.... but i actually wanted to understand.... how can i say it– what’s the deal?” “you haven’t told them?” “mh?” “you haven’t told them.” “oh. i might have accidentally forgotten.” “you’re dead.” he softly grits through his teeth and unwittingly you let out tiny gasp “oh so that’s the plan? to kill me?” his pupils quickly wander to you again “nonononono no no, i guarantee you that’s not what’s going to happen” you can feel a tinge of panic set in his bones (bones? he does not have them). making you distressed it’s the least he wants to, that, you can infer. however this does seem an episode of some crime tv series where two robots want to kill their co-worker for absurds reasons “i was– talking to myself.... i think.” he thinks. the return trip is weird. not because you actually fear he’s going to murder you (do you?) but because he’s.... too stiff. you’re familiar with connor. everyone’s familiar with him. he’s pleasant and easy to talk to, you’ve had plenty of conversations with him before – even flirts? one can say so? –, yet in this instant there’s a dead calm between your shoulders, each of you struggling to keep a topic going for more than twenty seconds. you hope to change this at the earliest opportunity “please take a seat if you’re tired” in his voice the ghost of confidence while his index begins to scrape at his jowl, he’s clearly nervous but does his best at finding something to occupy his mind, oh right! he should prepare dinner! “Nines is going to make us wait but you must be hungry.” you do as told, having a faded green chair caw above the white pavement “do you two live together?” he opens the fridge, taking out three eggs, one leek and half an onion “mh? yeah, we’ve been for quite some time now” (they’re a thing?) carefully he washes and chops the vegetables with a shiny knife. androids don’t need to eat so it’s almost obvious that he bought ingredients just for you, which is terribly sweet you must admit. did he also practice cooking for today only? gosh, the sole thought is enough to make you endearingly beam “and.... you’re happy?” he finishes cutting, in insanely equal pieces, and places down the cutlery. he needs a pan with a dash of extra-virgin olive oil, pinches of salt and pepper and everything’s ready to be sautéed “mhh” a subtle hum along a conspiratorial nod. the food sizzles “i am. and i wish for him to be too.” he wishes, uh. it’s the turn of the eggs, gently beaten in a bowl “of course, mh–” he fakely clears his throat as he pours the yellow concoction in the pan, again, stirring to blend “i– i’d love if you could be happy too– with us.”

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Ikemen Revolution Part 8 - Kyle Ash Route

I loved it when Kyle just passed by her in the hallway and checked her forehead to see if she was unwell since she was looking pale, it was so cute~ Btw, I already like Kyle a whole lot seeing him from the other routes so I’m probably gonna be super biased for this whole route hahaha. It was so considerate of him when he gave her some warm water and then told her to sleep in the infirmary bed when she cried, I love it when guys wipe the heroine’s tears, so that was extra sweet~😍 Nice to see the alcoholic Kyle protect the heroine from Lancelot when she tried to escape, lol at how he’s in charge of her now though. It’s cool to know that Kyle despises people who so readily throw their lives away (heroine thinking she can escape) and yet he continues these alcoholic tendencies that are probably wrecking his health and leading to him throwing his life away slowly. Now she’s his assistant!~

It’s kinda cute how subtly Kyle tries to care for her. She told him she didn’t like the room that they prepared for her because of how immaculate it was, making it uncomfortable since it was so prepared and so close to Lancelot, so he gives her work to do so that she’d stay in the infirmary for a long time and then he’d let her sleep there on one of the beds. Then, when she told him she couldn’t sleep because she’s not used to this place yet, he gave her some whiskey to warm her up and hopefully feel a bit tipsy so she could sleep better haha, it’s nice to see him trying in his own way even if the methods aren’t the best😆 It benefits him though since work gets done and he gets a drinking buddy for a bit haha. I love how the heroine is trying to cook snacks for Kyle at night so that he’d be too full to drink and won’t have hangovers every night. So cute and considerate hahaha. Kyle with glasses looks niceee! Ummm, that was so adorable! Kyle studying to keep up with medicinal knowledge, the heroine giving him soup and then studying about food whilst waiting for him but then falling asleep, and then Kyle carrying her to his bed whilst sleeping on the sofa is just so cute! They’ve barely met each other but they just feel so comfortable and happy with spending time together, it’s so sweet~ I’m happy that Edgar told the heroine how considerate Kyle actually was since he was taking care of her in his own way all this time without her realising. So cute when she said she’d go sleep in her own room now so that he won’t worry about her safety, and he admitted to her that she was lonely when she jokingly asked if he was🥰🥰

I love Kyle~ he’s so passionate about his work that he even does house calls on his day offs for free! No wonder all the people love him and give him gifts of booze loll. I’m happy that the heroine reconsidered running off haphazardly like that and realised that inherently there’s no difference between the two armies, and she understands that it could spark a war if she ran back and they really started fighting over her. Also cool that Kyle understands her perspective and thinks the same about how both armies are part of the same country and are the same even if they handle things differently. They’re on the same wavelength😊 I love how whenever she feels unsettled and burdened with the fate of whether war will break out because of her, Kyle is always there to cheer her up and pat her head haha, I want him to pat mine too!🤣 It was so nice to see Kyle go drink with Oliver and Blanc and even bring the heroine along haha. I didn’t expect him to have an older brother though...so Kyle only became the Red Army’s doctor because the original successor, his brother died… It seems like he really loves and admires his brother, maybe he’s an alcoholic because of this, and because whenever his father and him chat about his brother, they share drinks over it… Sounds tough…

Omgg drunk Kyle telling Loki hands off on the heroine because she’s his was so cuteee~ I don’t really like it when guys say the girls are their possessions but I’m okay with it because he’s drunk right now, and also because he’s Kyle, yes I’m biased😆😆 Too bad he said he meant it as she’s his assistant and so she’s his in that way loll, poor heroine’s heart fluttered for nothing~ Aww he called her cute though! Adorable! Glad the heroine scolded him for getting so drunk that he fell asleep and nearly squashed her lol, he needs to control himself! Hahahah, Kyle’s pet is a piglet that was bullied by other pigs! The poor thing! HAHAHA when he compared her to the pig and said they were the same since they both eat a lot, get a lot of sleep and are healthy lmao. It’s hard to get mad at him when he so lovingly strokes the pig though lol. Ooh so Oliver is a child during the day and an adult at night, sounds difficult. It’s nice that he thinks more of the heroine after talking to her and realising that she can see Kyle past the superficial drunk he is, since he’s actually very kind and passionate. Lmao at Goo (she named the pig for Kyle lol) running off and her going to catch it though haha. It was so cool how Kyle appeared to save her as if he was going to bash the guys up, but then he runs away with her instead, and it’s so funny how he’s actually really weak and a slow runner hahaha. But he was so cool doing all that, he tried his best within his abilities and did what he could and succeeded, it was great hahaha.

It was so sweet and oblivious of Kyle to apologise to the heroine loll. He thought she was sad/mad that they had to abandon her shoes when they escaped the other day and bought her a new pair! He even noticed that she likes those frilly ribbon types haha. She’s just noticed her feelings for Kyle but he’s always so physically close to her, and always checking if she’s ill whenever she acts weird hahaha, everything that used to be normal became embarrassing haha. I thought it was kinda refreshing when Kyle agreed to bring the heroine with him to the field of the war to treat the injured, and said she’s not allowed to leave his side, because he wants to be immediately there to treat her if she gets injured. He’s not saying stuff like he definitely won’t let her get hurt (although I’m sure he’d protect her to the best of his ability), but he’s being realistic that she might get hurt and I like that😊 I have to admit that it’s so cute how Edgar always gets to see either the heroine embarrassed or Kyle spilling his feelings, it’s so amusing for him to witness it all happening hahaha.

Omgg, I didn’t think Kyle’s brother was involved in that incident where Ray’s magic went out of control (trying to protect the people getting kidnapped by the Disciples of Magic) and people died… It’s saddening that Kyle was there and did his best but couldn’t save his brother with his skills. His kiss was so sudden, I don’t even know how to react haha! It’s great that Ray and Lancelot are working together😊 Lmao at Kyle writing a note on his hand to remind him to tell the heroine he likes her after the war hahahah, it’s so cute and silly, but also serious of him haha. Btw, I’m also glad that Kyle understood what happened with that incident well and didn’t blame Ray for what happened, and instead is happy that he has become the person he is today. Can’t blame Kyle for feeling unqualified as a doctor when he hesitated to save Amon. He has always tried his best to save whoever and anyone he could, and yet at a crucial moment, instead of focusing on saving the guy, he thought about leaving him to die to save other people. I’m happy the heroine told him that anyone would have hesitated and that it doesn’t change the fact that he stuck to his principles in the end. What makes someone worthy is not someone who is perfect, but someone who can get through conflict like this by contemplating, yet still keeping to their principles and thoughts. The way Kyle confessed was so sweet! I loved how he told her how much he actually appreciated her sincerity as his assistant this whole time even though he just kinda pushed it on her, and how earnestly she worked and cared for the patients, and how serious she was on constantly wanting to be even better. I do think it was really cool and admirable of her to do all that. It was also really cute when he admitted that he did get lonely after she stopped sleeping in the infirmary near him because he really liked hearing her voice and her talk about stuff the moment he wakes up. So cuteee~ It was so cute how none of the Black Army guys believed the heroine was dating Kyle until Lancelot said so, since he doesn’t lie about such things😆 LOL at Kyle abstaining from alcohol because he wanted to do it with her tonight and “perform” well hahaha, Kyle you pervert! Well, I guess that romantic ending was more cute and lusty than romantic since they literally just kissed and did it hahaha.

Overall, I quite liked Kyle’s route. It was nice, but it did kind of lack…impact? It was kind of like, the heroine went along with Kyle with everything he did, slowly came to admire him, whilst he slowly came to appreciate her and her help as his assistant, and they fell in love! The end. The romance was cute, and it was nice to see how shy she was against how oblivious he was until later. But the story did lack substance tbh, it was very…basic? You just kinda see Kyle do basic doctor things and why he became the doctor for the army, and it’s nice to see all that, but yeah it just lacked something to make the route feel more intriguing or emotionally gripping. Their chemistry is all right but not great, I’d say the heroine was more enraptured by his determination as a doctor. I feel like compared to my favourite routes, Sirius had a cuter relationship with her, whilst Fenrir and her got along so well that they were like both best buds as well as best romantic partners, so yeah, Kyle’s route was nice and everything, but not the best, I still enjoyed it a lot though.

#ikemen revolution

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Ray Route: Alternate Path Chapter Three

Paring: UnknownxReader

Warnings: Themes of assault

Read the whole fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14985092/chapters/34728701

“Are you scared of me? Are you scared…of what might happen?” –Unknown. Christmas DLC.

What if a different Saeran showed up during Ray’s route? A familiar Saeran who doesn’t berate and belittle you, but is instead much more seductive…and dangerous. This is what would have happened if Unknown showed up instead of Suit Saeran.

Day 8 Late Evening/Day 9 Early Morning

Things continue like normal. Well, as normal as it can for a captured princess. You stay in your room, chatting with the RFA whenever you could. Not that you had a choice, considering you were tied up and all. The rough rope scratches at your ankle with every heavy step, but the anchor that weighs you down the most is dread. The dread of Saeran discovering the truth about the fake elixir. Thankfully, the hacker is too busy to see you in person, only occasionally chatting and calling you. It seems he’s just as overworked as Ray was. Still, you’re like a ticking time bomb and the longer you hold back, the bigger the explosion will be.

If that isn’t bad enough, the RFA is doing so much worse than you. To start, V postponed the party, then Zen got interrogated. Seven was also acting quite distant. The RFA is going through a storm, no, a hurricane. And here you are stuck in your prison, unable to do a thing to help. You’re trapped, forced to watch everyone around you worry and suffer.

As the sun sets, it gets harder to log into the chatrooms, yet being alone with your thoughts is even worse. The nighttime brings shadows full of fear and despair. Thankfully, you get into a chatroom with only Jumin. He is the more rational, levelheaded one of the group after all, and something about that makes you feel safe.

The two of you chat about the current situation. Of course, you can’t get into too much detail on your end, in fact, you try to act as neutral as possible. No doubt, Saeran is watching. Both in and out of the chatroom. The thought makes you shudder. At least chatting with Jumin calms you down.

Until you read his latest messages.

Jumin Han: I find your attitude Jumin Han: a little bothering as of late. Jumin Han: I did have such an impression at your introduction Jumin Han: but it feels like Jumin Han: you are Jumin Han: being controlled Jumin Han: by someone else….

Your blood runs cold as you stare at the screen. It’s not that your necessarily being controlled, but you have no idea how to act. When is the elixir supposed to kick in? Should you pretend it took effect? But how would that even work? You’re not sure, but one thing is certain, telling the truth would be suicide. But what can you say? And if you leave Jumin waiting too long, he’ll get even more suspicious.

Fingers shaking, you tap at the screen as your mind scrambles for an excuse. Something. Anything.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

The screen changes, first turning black with scrolling green text, before the chatroom returns, red tinged and glitchy.

Saeran.

Your stomach drops as you grip your phone. No matter how many times he interrupts the chats, it always catches you off guard.

Unknown: Princess Unknown: What kind of stupid things is the corporate heir saying? Unknown: Wouldn’t you rather talk to me? ^^ Unknown: How are you feeling now? Unknown: Any Unknown: different~?

Once again, you’re at a loss. Just like with Jumin, you can’t take long to respond, but this time you manage to type something out.

MC: Idk MC: I’m more worried about the party getting postponed. MC: Do you think it’s because of the prosecution interrogation? Unknown: What a smart girl you are~ Unknown: I wish I could let off some steam Unknown: on the guys from the prosecution! Unknown: Savior found out Unknown: that the RFA is postponing the party. Unknown: And now Unknown: she’s more than just angry. Unknown: Not even your cleansing Unknown: cheered her up.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Rika. You aren’t an idiot and from the moment she first came into your room, you knew who she was. She had been very pleasant and charming, yet there had been something unsettling behind her dull, olive eyes. What was this place and why was she doing this? Why did she leave the RFA without a word?

It’s hard to imagine her angry, yet considering what had happened to Ray, the thought is chilling. His last tearful phone call, your final words with him before Saeran took his place. . . that still haunts you. Without a doubt, you know Rika’s responsible for it. She’s fully capable of hurting others and twisting them to her desires. Something tells you she’s willing to do it again.

MC: Am I in trouble? Unknown: Princess. . . Unknown: You don’t have to worry about anything happening to you Unknown: because you’re mine ^^ Unknown: Do you know Unknown: what I told my savior? Unknown: I told her Unknown: that this is Ray’s fault Unknown: he was weak Unknown: and stupid Unknown: and didn’t deserve this mission.

This latest stream of message makes your chest ache. Ray. . . poor Ray. He was amazing, yet treated so horribly.

Ray worked harder than anyone else. . .! He has never ruined things. Not eve- You quickly hit the backspace. No. Your outburst would just make Saeran suspicious. . . Ray was still in there though. Wasn’t he? He wasn’t gone forever, right?

Unknown: But I’m here now. Unknown: I’ll make things better Unknown because I am better. Unknown: We’ll get Savior the info she wants Unknown: and make her happy again.

There’s a pause and you’re not quite sure what to say. You don’t want to help Rika or this place, yet expressing this would only give you away. A couple new messages appear before you can reply.

Unknown: You’re so pretty. Unknown: I love that face you’re making.

Your eyes widen and you look around a bit frantically, cheeks burning. You still have no idea where Saeran had the camera installed, and your heart pounds with horror, yet there’s a small bit of warmth that washes over you. What’s wrong with you? Despite everything Saeran has done, you still feel a strange attraction towards him. Your mind tries to resist with everything it has, but your body, and maybe even your heart refuses to cooperate. All you can do is look down your phone, lowering your head and trying to hide your face as best as you can.

Unknown: Haha Unknown: You’re so cute. Unknown: Watching you like this Unknown: makes me want you even more. Unknown: I want to hold you in my arms Unknown: and feel you Unknown: but I can’t now Unknown: ^^ Unknown: So until I can see you again. . . Unknown: prepare yourself. Unknown: I can’t wait to play with you Unknown: my Princess~

Unknown has left the chatroom

A strange mixture of relief and disappointment fills you as the chatroom returns to normal. It’s better this way. The longer you can be away from Saeran the better.

It’s just you and Jumin now, but not really. Saeran is still monitoring you. All you can do is type up that your phone has been acting up and you’re too tired to keep chatting. You then leave the chatroom before Jumin can start questioning you again.

Are you really tired though?

Yes and no. You’re emotionally exhausted, yet your racing mind won’t let you settle down. Even after you’re ready for bed and under the fluffy pink covers of your princess bed, your mind is still abuzz with anxious thoughts. The nightgown Saeran had the Believers deliver to you doesn’t help. It’s silky, black and scandalous with lace trim and a hem that barely covers you butt. Unfortunately, the Believers took away the much more modest and flowing, princess nightgown Ray had provided. Not that you had a choice in the matter. You still needed to act like you took the elixir after all, so you put on the nightgown without any resistance. This was honestly the least of your worries. . .

What was going to happen tomorrow? You don’t want to think about it. Surely Saeran is going to expect the elixir to have kicked in? So you had to act like it did, or else you would be in trouble? But how? That’s the part that gets you every time. It seemed the elixir was supposed to make people happy, yet everyone here seemed so sluggish and odd. Ray had been miserable, though Searan had this manic, unhinged joy about him. So was that how you were supposed to act? Glum, sleepy, hyper? You still couldn’t figure it out!

Despite all your tossing and turning along with the swirling tonic of uncertainty and nerves in the pit of your stomach, your breathing slows down and you soon doze off.

Saeran walks through the hall, head held high and mint eyes wide with excitement. It’s finally time to visit his princess. She made his work go a bit slower than he cared to admit. Her hypnotic eyes called to him. Then there were her lips. He could almost taste their sweetness just by watching the camera feed. But the part that almost drove them over the edge was her body. The way she fidgeted as she sat on the bed. It was in a word, tantalizing. The nightgown he had sent for her only emphasized her delicious shape. He could stare at her 24/7, if he let himself, but no, he isn’t like Ray. Saeran can still enjoy his princess and get work done.

What got him the most excited was the way she tossed and turned in bed. Restless and writhing. That was surely the elixir finally kicking in. It took a lot longer with her than other Believers, but Saeran doesn’t care. All that matters is that she’s one of them now. She finally belongs here and would be his forever. The thought makes his heartrate skyrocket.

He stops at her bedroom door and tries to collect himself. While it was tempting to loudly barge like all the other times, tonight is different. Special. He tugs at his open suit jacket, causing it to sloppily hang off of one shoulder. The clothes Savior gave him prove to be more and more suffocating, and as the day progressed, he made some changes. First he ditched the tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt, so he could finally breathe. Of course there was his jacket, but the thing he liked most was the leather choker he found. He has no idea who it belonged to before, but now it’s his.

With a drawn out sigh and a smirk, Saeran grasps the doorknob and turns it as slowly and gently as possible. He steps into the dark bedroom. A sweet, familiar odor assaults his senses, causing his fingers to tremble as he closes the door the behind him.

His gaze hones in on the bed. A large lump lays in the center, moving up and down at a sluggish pace. Soft and deep breaths fill the air. It’s like a siren’s song, drawing him closer and closer until he stands at the side of the bed, staring at his princess. Her eyes are shut, and lips curved into a slight smile. The elixir has given her peace. Now she can finally be happy. He brought her salvation. Not Ray. Him.

With a proud grin, he leans in closer, relishing in the medley of her breathing and addictive scent. Now he can take what was his from the very beginning. His eyes widen and his smile grows as he kicks off his dress shoes and climbs into the bed.

Rustling followed by warmth breaks through the unfeeling darkness.

It feels good.

So good.

Your breath hitches and you weakly gasp as the sensation grows stronger. Everything is floaty, yet falling and you soon recognize the feeling is coming from your neck. The fog gradually fades as consciousness kicks in. Soft blankets keep you warm and the mattress underneath you creaks with movement, but it’s not coming from you. . .

Your eyes snap open and you let out a strangled gasp at the sight of someone straddling you. You’re aware of his lips on your neck, yet it takes your brain a moment to process that it’s Saeran. How? When!? You reach for his chest, about to shove him, but your hands recoil and a chill runs up your spine when you remember the elixir. You can’t blow your cover. But then what are you supposed to do!? The conflicting thoughts leave you frozen.

Saeran nips at your neck with a growl before pulling back and adjusting himself so he can look down at you. “Good morning, Princess~” he greets with a cheerful snicker. “Aww. You look so tired.” His hand finds your cheeks and without thinking you close your eyes for a moment.

Why does his touch feel so good?

“I shouldn’t have woken you up so early. The sun’s not even up, but I was just too excited to see you~” His expression turns malicious, but soon his eyes go half lidded as he leans closer, lips hovering over yours. “Let me make it up to you. . .” His hands glide down your nightgown, causing you to squirm. Your heart pounds as a sense of danger creeps up on you, but before you can react, his hands find their way under your nightgown, causing you to gasp and buck your hips. “I’ll make it so you won’t want to go back to sleep.” He squeezes your torso, causing a moan to escape you. His fingers are rough, warm and dangerously close to your chest. You can’t help but quiver with fear and excitement. You open your mouth, but only a breath comes out as Saeran goes for your neck again. This time, he trails kisses all the way down to your chest. The way his lips sloppily press into your flesh sends tingling shockwaves throughout your insides, each one more intense than the one before it.

He stops mere inches above the sweetheart neckline of your nightgown and you hold your breath. What is he going to do? The thought makes you tremble with anticipation.

A deep and low rumble of growl comes from Saeran as he nips and licks you before latching on.

“S-Saeran. . .!” You moan and writhe, unable to control yourself. Despite your jerking moving, he keeps his hold on you, and with a groan, sucks harder.

This is wrong. . . isn’t it? You need to stop him, yet you don’t want to. Why was it getting harder and harder to resist him? You didn’t take the real elixir, and yet, you’re completely under his control. You’re so close to completely succumbing. Your mind tries to fight it, yet your body only wants to submit.

After what feels like an eternity of bliss and heat, Saeran releases you, panting for air, but soon his lips curve into a mischievous smirk as he brushes his fingers against the spot of warmth. “Marked you as my princess~ Now shall we continue~?” He gives you an expectant stare.

You’re not sure which is louder, the pounding pulse in your ear, or your ragged breaths. You want this. You want it so bad. It was okay, right? It was for your survival anyways. . . With a pleading whimper, you nod your head.

“Good girl~” Saeran steals your lips in a rough and sloppy kiss. His own lips are sweet with a slight spice to it, but it’s over before you can properly figure out what it tastes like. You let out a disappointed grunt as Saeran sits up and snickers.

“Sorry Princess, but you kept me waiting, so it’s only fair. I should make you do something to earn this.” Chortling, he snatches your phone from the nightstand.

All of the heat coursing through your body ices over and the haze clouding your mind evaporates.

“Let’s mess with the RFA. Maybe we can get them to hold the party again.” The phone’s light casts a wicked shadow over Saeran’s face as his thumb scrolls over the screen.

“W-wait a minute.” You manage to sit up. “What are you going to do?” You try to hide the frantic anxiety in your voice.

Saeran doesn’t look up. “Hmm… We can pretend you’re getting tortured. We can say the hacker won’t feed you and keeps threatening your life, and…” His face slowly lit up with sadistic glee. It starts with widening eyes and finishes with his lips curling into a malicious smirk. “We can send some pictures, but let’s not put it in the chatroom. We can directly contact that redhead, Luciel.” Saeran burst into hysterical cackles, wheezing for air before he continued. “Oh it’ll be glorious! That traitor’s so full of secrets, I bet he’ll only tell V about it. All those two want is to be heroes who get all the glory, but this time, they won’t be able to lie their way out. This will crush them. We’ll really make it look like I’m abusing you~” He reaches out and grasps a strand of your hair, letting it slip past his long fingers. “Of course, I won’t really be that rough. . .unless you want me to.” He raises an eyebrow before returning to attention to the phone. “Now let’s see how we can start this up. . .”

“No don’t!” You don’t want to hurt the RFA, but especially not Seven. Even V. Despite how aggravating he could be with not telling anyone about Rika or Saeran, he didn’t deserve this either. Without thinking you snatch the phone from Saeran and hug it to your chest. It isn’t until his surprised, wide eyes narrow that you realize how bad you just messed up.

“Princess,” Saeran begins slowly, voice low and threatening. “You realize that we’re helping further Paradise, don’t you? You’re not trying to go against Paradise,” His frown deepened. “are you?”

You don’t know what to do or say. You could give back the phone and apologize, but no, you can’t let Saeran blackmail Seven. You can’t pit the brothers against each other. But then what were you supposed to do? Your eyes fill with tears and it sinks in that you’re completely and utterly trapped. You let out a small sob, which quickly turns into a loud gasp when Saeran suddenly shoves you onto your back.

He clutches your shoulder in a death grip as he pins you. You can’t move. You can barely breathe. All you can do is stare up at the fury in his face. “S-saeran I’m s-“

“That elixir was fake, wasn’t it?” He interrupts through clenched teeth.

Without a word, you quickly nod, terrified of further provoking him.

“That marshmallow bastard, I should’ve known. . .” He hisses before snatching your phone. “I’m blocking your access from the RFA.”

“No please!” You gasp. The RFA is your only connection to the outside world. Your only chance of freedom. “Y-you can’t!” You manage to reach for the phone, but Saeran tosses it aside before roughly snatching your wrists and pinning them over your head.

“I can do whatever I want with the messenger,” He snarls and adjusts his hold, so that only one hand holds your wrists. He presses his knees against your sides, completely immobilizing you. “And whatever I want with you!” His free hand snatches your chin, holding your head in place.

What was he going to do to you!?

“No stop!” You scream with a sob and squeeze your eyes shut.

His grip on your loosens and you open eyes. Saeran’s face scrunches as his gaze goes glossy.

“S-Saeran. . .?” Despite it all, worry tugs at you. Is he okay?

His nails dig into your wrist as he bares his teeth. “No! Get. . . out of here. . . !” He gasps and growls, curling in on himself in agony, before releasing you. “Stop. . .don’t. . .” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Please! Please don’t hurt her!” He screams.

Something wet lands on your cheek. Tears. Your heart skips a beat. “R-Ray. . .?” Could it be? Is it really him?

His eyes widen and focus back on you. With a small whimper, his lips quiver. “Wh-what did I. . .?” He slowly sits up, eyes growing wider and wider as more tears welled up. “Wh-what was I about t-to-?” He shakes his head and grips it. “No!” He sobs and practically tumbles off the bed, before falling to his knees. I almost. . .I almost. . .!” His words come out slurred and hysterical as he weeps. “Princess. . .this is my fault! I’m sorry! S-so sorry!”

It really was Ray. You sit up, and shaky hands cover your mouth as tears stream down your cheek. He’s back. He came back for you, but seeing him in such pain, devastates you. “R-Ray. . .it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” You climb off the bed and sit by his side, but he scoots away.

“N-no! Don’t forgive me! Just throw me away right now before he comes back!” He pleads with desperate sobs. “Princess! I’msorryI’msorry! I’M SO SORRY! What do I do? What should I do?” He wails and curls in on himself. “I hurt you! I almost. . .I almost. . .! No. . .” He looks back at you, eyes puffy and face extra pale. “Are you alright? Didn’t it hurt. . .?” He trails off as his gaze slides down to the rope around your ankle. “I-I can’t believe this. . .” He grabs the rope and stares down at in horror. “I’ll never forgive myself. . .”

“R-Ray no! It wasn’t you, it was Saeran.” You wipe your eyes before crawling over to him. “But you’re back now and that’s all that matters,” you say. Ray would make things right.

This time, he stiffens, but doesn’t retreat. “I-I might be dragged back into the abyss. So please just-ugh!” He once again grips his head, tugging at his pink tinged hair. “Ugh. . .my head is killing me. I think I’ll pass out any moment. . .Princess. . .” He wheezes and lets out a weak whimper. “Leave me here. . .and go.” He shakes his head and looks down, voice lowering into a defeated whisper. “Ray. . .wasn’t supposed to last from the very beginning.”

“Ray no. . .please don’t go. . .” You beg with a whimper and reach for him.

“Ever since I met you. . .” After a moment of hesitation, his hand stretches towards yours. “I thought maybe I could stay. . .” His fingers graze yours, they’re cold as if he had been handling ice, yet it gives you a warm feeling. That is, until he recoils and pulls back. “But. . .” His voice cracks and he turns away. “Saeran is my real name. . . Ray never existed in the first place. . .”

"N-no.” You smack your palms against the floor for emphasis. “No!” You refused to believe it. The man you met and fell for, he was real. Everything that happened between you two was also real.

With a shaky breath, Ray opens his mouth to say more, but you interrupt him with a hug. His body trembles. Each shake goes straight to your heart. You want to vanquish his fears and doubts. A tear runs down your cheeks as your eyes close, and you rest your cheek against his chest. “Ray, I-“

“Ugh!” He goes rigid and gasps for air before prying you off him. The gesture is frantic and shaky, yet there’s still a gentleness to it as if you’re a glass doll and he’s afraid of shattering you. “Stay away from me. You have to stay away. . .!” He jumps to his feet, but stumbles and grabs his head. “A-ah. . .N-no. . .!”

“R-Ray. . .!” You get up and cautiously approach him.

With a gasping sob, he shakes his head before turning away and bolting out of the room, throwing the door open.

“Ray!” You rush after him. “Stop!” Just as you step out into the hallway something tugs at your ankle, causing you to yelp and fall face first onto the cold marble floor. Pain jolts up your arms and legs, but that doesn’t matter. With a pained groan, you try to get up, but your ankle burns. The rope. . . your stomach plummets. Tears blur your vision as you take in the empty, silent hallway. Ray was long gone.

Ray. . .

With a sob, your body goes limp. Seeing him like that hurts. It hurts so much, but the worst part is not being able to help him. Now he was going to be all alone, suffering. Despite everything, he blamed himself, even after you nearly gave into Saeran. . . Ray, poor Ray. . . He was too good for you. . .but he himself didn’t believe that. You didn’t even get the chance to thank him for saving you. Twice. Tears soak the floor and your face as you let out an anguished whimper. At some point, Believers were probably going to come and drag you back into the bedroom, but you don’t care. All you cared about was Ray.

What was going to happen to him?

Was he really going to disappear?

A/N: Ahhh I'm so sorry I made you guys wait so long for this. I was quite busy with several zine projects and I've been dabbling with making art. It's been really fun~Anyways... Here is the next part. I actually used some dialogue from Ray's route, so I had to keep watching Youtube videos. It brings back salty memories lol. I twisted a lot of Suit Saeran's lines to be more Unknown-ish. I kept Ray's part of the scene pretty true to the game though. For this fic, I wanted to just have Unknown replacing Suity to be the main change since that was my biggest gripe with the route. I do have a comic story I've been thinking of drawing that involves heavier changes to the route, but... we'll see if that ever becomes a thing lol.So yeah! I hope I haven't lost my mojo when it comes to writing this story lol. Unknown/Saeran's POV was fun, though it was a bit awkward for me to do it in present tense, but then I felt like it would be weird to make his POV in past tense since the Reader POV is present. If it's too weird I can change it though lol. Also hope Unknown/Saeran wasn't too scary in this chapter. >.< And hopefully there won't be as long of the wait for the next chapter!

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