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A Case For True Love

There is nothing that the OUABH fandom is as invested in as the question who is the Prince of Heart’s One True Love–the one person that could make his heart beat again, whose kiss wouldn’t be fatal to, and his only weakness.

It wouldn’t be as vexing if it wasn’t for the paradox that One True Love have supposedly been found and yet it was anything but love, and here’s another person who finally challenged the supposed unrequited love the Prince represents and yet they are denied to be rightfully called as “True Love.”

That's what makes everything so confusing and compelling all the same. And I sincerely believe that the One True Love, a powerful force in this universe, has always been the backdoor.

Perhaps, like the Northern Tales, the promised One True Love had been twisted by the story curse until only bits of truth remained and none, even the Prince of Hearts is, the wiser

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Forewarning

Before we proceed, I would hate to deprive you of joy of experiencing the stories you have not read before so please be cautioned that this will contain major spoilers for the Caraval book series (Caraval, Legendary and Finale) in which the Prince of Hearts first graced us with his presence. And obviously, the Once Upon a Broken Heart series (Once Upon Broken Heart and The Ballad of Never After) just in case curiosity got the best of you.

Lastly, I am aware that in one of the author’s IG story, Ms. Stephanie Garber have said that the third and the last book in this series, A Curse for True Love’s ending has changed. Thus all of my interpretations and theories based on the OUABH and TBONA would be rendered useless (ouch).

And I've heard more people have received their copies of A Curse For True Love which sucks greatly, so at this moment, many have already know the ending and this is useless once again.

But I supposed if I love this series any less, I wouldn't feel be driven to write all of this.

Now all of that is out of the way, I hope you will have fun reading, as much as I had writing it. And perhaps could gain deeper appreciation of the wonderful, heartwrenching, but just as magical world of Once Upon a Broken Heart.

Paradox of The Prince of Hearts

One True Love that Perhaps Never Was

The Ballad of the Prince of Hearts

The Key to the Valory Arch and More…

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Paradox of the Prince of Hearts

Some of us may know the tale of the Prince of Hearts by heart, but for all intents and purposes, let’s revisit what we’ve known about him, beginning from the 2nd book of Caraval Series: Legendary.

Chapter 3, Legendary

The description of the Prince of Hearts is the same as it is in Once Upon a Broken Heart, with the difference of Evangeline, being an angel as she is, couldn't imagine a more tragic existence. She knew Fates weren’t saints or saviors, but she hoped that the Prince of Hearts was more feeling than the others. (OUABH, Ch1)

But that illusion is shattered. The Prince of Hearts is indeed a Fate. If not cruel and evil, Fates are dangerous because they couldn’t tell the difference between evil and good (OUABH, Ch 2). She thought Jacks wasn't a savior but someone needed saving from (OUABH , Ch 4)

And that makes the Prince of Hearts and his curse very baffling. On one hand, his entire driving force is to break his curse of fatal kiss, to find his one true love, and yet he himself is incapable of love. I

t’s not hard to imagine how he’s trapped in eternity of heartbreak, for in him exists the duality of Fate and very human desire–love.

Contrary to belief, Fates are not entirely unfeeling as Lala said to Evangeline:

(OUABH, Ch 38)

As mentioned throughout, Fates are also very jealous, possessive and obsessive. They are not entirely incapable of love, but loving is antithesis to the very nature of Fates, and perhaps that’s why love will turn them human.

(Finale, Ch 20)

Jacks’s strongest feeling is to find his true love, in itself goes against being his Fate. Perhaps, that’s the problem- finding true love, but not allowing to experience love.

(OUABH, Ch 38)

Jacks could still be attracted to anyone, driving him to kiss even with tiniest hint of attraction. Operative word being “tiny hint of attraction” perhaps this is characteristic of Jacks’ Fatedness’s deadly combination of intense urges, obsessiveness, and inability to think of someone else’s welfare before his. As Evangeline puts it, Jacks being cruel as he always do.

(OUABH, Ch 44)

His Fately powers could help him attract a person with his beauty, and indeed his kiss felt like it was worth dying for. But it is also the very thing that stands between him and breaking his curse, as if it wants to ensure he will remain a Fate.

And perhaps, a part of Jacks didnt want to become a human after lifetime of hurt. So the more he hurts the more heartless he becomes. But then again, his raison d'etre is find his one true love.

Thus the more heartbreak he experiences, the more his understanding of love becomes thwarted, perpetually damning him to remain Prince of Hearts and embodiment of heartbreak.

Hope seems dire, until he finally comes across the girl who made his heart beat, the one who did not die of his fatal kiss, the most awaited One True Love…

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One True Love That Perhaps Never Was

In Once Upon a Broken Hearts, Princess Donatella of Valenda has been repeatedly mentioned and it’s becoming apparent that the sister of the Southern Empress is connected with the Prince of Hearts.

It’s been said that she broke his heart (OUABH, Ch 13), Evangeline noticed Jacks had been tense at the mention of her (OUABH, Ch 40).

In OUABH, Ch 44, Jacks revealed to Evangeline their brief history- they first met at the sky carriage, she threatened to throw him off. The second time they met, he kissed her. He lied that she wouldn't die if she got him what he wanted. But as we know, she’s alive and well. And it’s because she’s made his heart beat and she’s the mythical One True Love promised in the story of Prince of Hearts.

But as we could infer, it didn't work out. Jacks said that she never forgave him for their first kiss, fell in love with someone else, and stabbed him with his own knife.

With Jack's propensity for cruelty, obsession, and selfishness, it's not hard to imagine why. But why is that the supposedly powerful force in the universe OUABH exists in itself could be so flimsy? Jacks himself repeatedly said that true love could break a curse, so why does it feel it’s the one being broken?

Most pressingly is the question, is there really true love in that One True Love?

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Due to the bullet limitations, I had to cut out the timeline I created beginning from the second and third book of Caraval Series-- Legendary and Finale--up to the beginning of Once Upon a Broken Hearts. I will attempt to condense them and post them here in tumblr or on another platform.

But for now, I did as much as to include the most signficant moments and include the chapter in which you could find it

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Without further ado, let's proceed

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Reading the Caraval series definitely has my impressions vastly changed from what is told in the Once Upon Broken Heart series. That is just like the fairytales in the Magnificent North where stories are made both of truths and lie.

And I’d like to start with Jacks’ version of the story particularly on the part that it didnt work out :

(OUABH Ch 44)

First of all, Tella was able to forgive him, numerous times if I may add. She trusted him and she had been grateful for the kindness he showed her. She’d started to believe he was trying to fight against his nature for her, but ultimately betrayed her trust and hurt (Finale, Ch 39)

Jacks also conveniently left out that Tella was left with no choice but to stab him in the heart because it’s the only way to break out of the marriage he tricked her itno when that concept seems out of her card ( Finale, Ch 44) And when Tella thought that Jacks allowed their marriage to end because somehow the bond made him genuinely care beyond the immortal's feeling of obsession, all remains are selfish impulses. He wanted to use his restored full powers (which he was made to promise not to use against Tella or Legend but ofc he said unless they ask of him) to control her feelings for eternity. (Finale, Ch 54)

But most importantly, she has always been in love with someone else. She wondered if Legend felt love in the lust, obsession, and desperation in the feelings the Immortals’ possess (Finale, Ch 32). Or how during their kiss after they got unknowingly married and he’s absorbing her pain, her mind wandered to Legend (Finale, Ch 12). She didn't want to get married and yet in her mind Legend is the one that could tempt her to (Finale, Ch 22). When Tella was tempted to undo the immortal bond with Jacks she severed since she felt less alone when they were connected, Jacks wasn’t the person she wanted to be connected to. (Finale, Ch 45)

If anything, Jacks simply made it easy for her to not to be swayed even when the object of all her desires has broken her heart numerous times.

Jacks may have wanted Tella, but to her wanting someone is not the same as loving (Finale, Ch 40) To her, love is messy but powerful all the same that you think more about someone else’s life more than your own. (Finale, Ch 34)

Of course, sometimes feelings and emotions are hard to untangle from each other. It’s hard oftentimes to say if they are the cause or the effect or something in between. Two contradicting things could be true. But I think it’s intentional that between Jacks and Tella the One True Love they shared is the lack thereof.

As we’ve seen when Jacks kissed Tella during their marriage that allowed her to feel his emotions, there’s no love. (Finale, Ch 12)

Or when the Ruscica that told the story of Donatella Dragna (which appears to only include objective truth) revealed that Prince of Hearts is still not capable of caring even though Tella, who supposedly made his heart beat. (Finale, Ch 44)

Perhaps, believing that he found his One True Love that thwarted it all. There’s no love that could counteract his Fately nature with propensity for cruelty and obsession. He only warmed up with Tella after the fact she’s possibly the One True Love, and it seems genuine, after all he disclosed intimate details about him and the fact he was once a human (Legendary, Ch 42).

He said that he didn’t know if she’s his One True Love, but he wanted Tella to be (Legendary, Ch 45). But is it Tella herself that dares him to hope, or because he wanted it to be true that One True Love has come? When he kissed her with all the passion and longing, did he truly want to kiss her because the lips belonged to Tella or is it because his kill wouldn’t kill her? Unlike Legend, not once Jacks said what he liked about Tella.

So if there’s no love, then why do Tella possess the characteristics of One True Love?

In OUABH, we have known there’s actual spell to turn someone into One True Love (OUABH, ch 47)

Then seven years before the events of the final book of Caraval series, Tella pulled up three cards and one of them is the Prince of Hearts. Because of this, Tella believed she’s doomed to loveless future for Prince of Hearts symbolizes unrequited love. (Legendary, Seven Years Ago)

So maybe they got unknowingly cursed, as if dooming that their love will be loveless, and for Prince of Hearts to remain forever heartbroken. That future tried very hard to bring itself. Perhaps just like magic spells could mimic Love, some kind of curse could also mimic the promised One True Love.

So Prince of Hearts’ true love is told to be:

Immune to the fatal kiss

Will make his heart beat

His greatest weakness.

Let’s start with weakness.

So it was said that Fate’s weakness is love because they will lose immortality. Well, Jacks didnt turn human, and if anything he became exactly the Fate and their destructive obsession that Tella was warned about.

With regard to weakness as in the kind of vulnerability that you could do unimaginable things for your love, or you’d sacrifice even yourself if it means they will be safe and happy – what actions did Jack do for Tella?

Throw away his morals- he didn't have it to begin with.

Willingness to sacrifice– regardless of his intentions, he put her life as a bargaining chip that made Tella think that he wanted his powers more than he wanted her (Finale, Ch 40) He betrayed Tella when she thought he'd try to fight his nature (Finale, Ch 39)

Unimaginable things– marry her without her knowledge and manipulate her feelings for eternity.

Tella should've been her weakness but everything he did was less for her but more like for him and his own heartbreak. He may never intended to harm her, but as Tella said he already have. (Legendary, Ch 44)

Making his heart beat

This one is baffling indeed. Jacks kissed Tella during the First Night of the Caraval (Legendary Ch 11), and Tella felt his pulse beating as fast as hers during the Fifth Night of the Caraval (Legendary, Ch 35). Firstly, Tella’s heartbeat weakened after the first kiss , and then it went fast, then it slowed down again until this moment. Secondly, four nights have passed by since the first kiss, did Jacks not just notice this until Tella pointed it out?

There is a possibility that their heart beats synchronized at that moment because of One True Love binding them, and Jacks’s heart just took its time to beat. But at the same time, nothing stood out at that moment except the burning hate Tella had that made her attack Jacks, which he effortlessly avoided.

There is another possibility that there are other things that have triggered Jacks’s heart to beat within the 4-night window. After all, Jacks is a busy man, a calculated collector, with many people writing to him asking for favors or meetings as Evangeline noted in OUABH (Ch47). There is a possibility that his heart beat far longer as there’s no definitive indication that he didn't have a heartbeat before that kiss.

Immunity to Fatal Kiss

There were a lot of intimate moments and attempts at kiss but there about three times that Jacks and Tella shared a kiss and she didn't die. First, of course at the Fated Ball/First Night of the Caraval (Legendary, Ch 14). Second is the night Tella grieved for her mother and Jacks took her sorrows (Finale, Ch 13)

First kiss

With the first kiss, Jacks told Tella he wouldn't kill her if she got the second thing he wanted, but warned her that she’d still feel the effects. And so she did. Throughout the first to third night, Tella’s heart beat slowed down, even stopping in between (Legendary Ch 15, Ch 22). Blood pooled down from her ears to her neck, and beads of blood even fell from her fingertips. (Legendary Ch 16, Ch 24)

So if she’s One True Love, why is she showing symptoms of dying?

By OUABH (Ch 44) , Jacks said that he purposely slowed down her heart so that she wouldn’t die immediately. That explains the heart beat.

But I feel the revelation that Jacks lied to Tella, in a separate series, is quite significant. He purposely said that she could still feel the effects of the fatal kiss so she wouldn't suspect and still do his bidding, just to survive.

Perhaps that also explained why her heartbeat went abnormal again (fifth night of the Caraval, Legendary Ch 31, 34) just when her heart raced and healed her wounds after she was fed blood from Legend two nights ago (Third night of Caraval, Legendary, Ch 26 to 27). It healed her wounds and not completely counteracted the fatal kiss (Fifth night of Caraval, Legendary Ch 31, Ch 34). Tella was indeed dying.

But then on the same night, Tella felt Jacks’s heartbeat pulsing . And her heart racing at the same time, which further confirmed to Tella that she’s his One True Love. The day after, she awoke with her heart pounding that further confirmed that Tella has survived the Fatal Kiss. (Fifth night of Caraval, Legendary Ch 35-36)

As mentioned with the heartbeat, there is a possibility that the One True Love activated at this moment which might explain why Tella’s heart quickened when she felt his heartbeat and no longer felt like she’s dying.

Or perhaps, the love she had for Dante and her mother, somehow broke the curse.

She might’ve hated her mother at this point that she no longer cared to win the Caraval especially now she knows she wouldn't die by his fatal kiss. But she wouldn't have felt so hurt by the betrayal had she love her any less. Despite the ruling anger, deep down she loves her mother very much. She was also increasingly conflicted about Dante who she suspects is Legend. That even if he wasn't, she feels she would still be betraying him. Tella was getting conflicted that she may have to choose between them so maybe the desire to save them both is what broke the curse.

Second kiss

The second kiss took place at night (again) just after Tella’s mother had been killed. Overcame with grief, Tella agreed against her better judgment to accept the help Jacks was offering by temporarily taking away the unwanted feelings. Unknown to Tella, the blood exchange, and the words they uttered would tie them with an immortal bond that would forever tie their souls together in eternal matrimony. They proceeded to kiss as he took in her grief. (Finale Ch 12-13)

Unfortunately we don’t know if Jacks have experimented with someone else before. We also don't know how this exactly works. If the immortal bond goes beyond the grave— what happens if one half is immortal who has not become human, will the soul of the other half remain like some ghost?

There is the possibility that since the matrimony happened before the kiss, it could've saved Tella from the fatal kiss by an immortal bond that tied her soul to Jacks who was still immortal at this point.

On other hand, I would imagine that if they were truly One True Love, they would’ve some existing bond before this..

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Perhaps, the One True Love between Jacks and Tella is a cursed one, hence it mimics some of the supposed signs.

Or maybe there is a universe where Jacks and Tella would’ve worked out in the infinite possibilities. And possibly the contradictions were due to the fact it failed to realized.

What is clear to me, in this timeline, Jacks and Tella's love story felt almost doomed—not in a star-crossed lovers way, but doomed to never happen with every odds not in their favor.

Perhaps their meeting and connection are necessary–Tella to challenge her notions of love. From a person who didnt allow herself to fall in love, to someone who embraced her heartaches, fought for love, and finally experienced all its wonder.

Maybe, true could be said for Jacks. His story continues, and his true ending and ever after awaits him…

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The Ballad of The Prince of Hearts

It wouldn't take a genius to say that Prince of Heart’s concept of love is rather terrifying. It’s easy to chalk it up to him being Fate but we know that he was once a human. He might say he’s grateful it lasted for short time, but there's a hint of regret. (Legendary, Ch 42)

He was genuinely brokenhearted when the supposed One True Love didn't feel the same obsession as he felt for her. (Finale, Ch 44). Tella even thought that whenever she thinks of heartbreak, she will forever think the way he looked at her for the rest of her life. (Finale, Ch 45)He longs so much that he’s willing to manipulate if he could have a taste of true love.

But we also know that using magic to make someone love you rarely ends well –we’ve seen that with Luc and Marisol, Tiberius and Marisol, Evangeline and Apollo. Their experiences may have differed but they are all left with the same despair (OUABH, TBONA). For Jacks, it's witnessing with his own eyes how his spell even with his fully restored powers, would be broken by true love. (Finale, Ch 59)

If he witnessed true love, then it seems his notion and concept of love barely changed. Why is his concept of love twisted to begin with?

From Lala we have known that Fates are not entirely unfeeling. When they do, it’s intense and consuming; and the greatest of these feelings is the urge to be which they were made to be. (OUABH, Ch 38)

For Lala, it’s to be loved. As the Cursed Bride, she’s left alone at the altar crying poisoned tears.

For Jacks, it’s to find his one true love.

To help with the urge, Lala makes gowns, seeing brides happy in ways she couldn't be.

To Jacks perhaps it’s the apples. After all there’s no other constant with Jacks than apples. Perhaps that’s also why his diet varies only with the colors of the apples, because there’s nothing his lips wanted more but to feel someone else's'.

Later on, Lala revealed there’s more to her curse . The reason she’s Cursed Bride is because she’s unable to move on from her first love, calling off her weddings. She had chosen to become a Fate, thinking she would be able to stop loving him, to let go but she couldn't. (TBONA, Ch 38)

Perhaps the same is true for Jacks. Perhaps there’s more to his curse and how it was borne because of love.

Evangeline’s favorite tale is the Northern Tale Ballad of the Archer and the Fox , a romantic tale about a crafty peasant girl who could transform into a fox and the young archer who loved her, but was cursed with the need to hunt her down and kill her. (OUABH, Ch 8)

It was said that Northern fairytales and history were treated as one and the same because their stories and histories were all cursed.

Except this one is true and it was Jacks all along. He wasn't lying when he said truth is never the what you want it to be– he, the Archer killed the Fox (TBONA Ch 43):

Jacks said he didn't know if he really loved the Fox, but if he hadn't he wouldn't have broken the curse that makes him want to hunt her. He wouldnt own seven volumes of the Ballad, and which is the only collection precisely positioned (OUAB Ch 47) The Fox appears to have felt the same; she's the one who encouraged him anyways and chased him even when he’s driven to kill her.

Perhaps that’s how his idea of love had become so twisted. Could he even dare to call the love he shared with Fox as true love when even though they broke the curse, she still ended up dead.

Maybe his perception of love has become opposite of what he had once felt for Fox, because it seems it’s not meant to be.

So when the girl that was immune to his kiss appeared, it didn't matter if there was love. He could just rely on magic to make her feel things, and perhaps that was enough.

But we know that he desired true love. He needed true love. Because he’d be trapped in eternity of misery for chasing someone who didn't love him; for relying on love borne out of magic, an illusion so fragile that would always end up shattering. He very deserved true love.

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The Key to the Valory Arch and Possibly More...

As we’ve established, Jacks’s qualities as Fate with propensity for cruelty and obsession might be the reason he is unable to break his curse. But at the same time, his strongest feelings is to find his true love, which is very human desire, and itself antithesis to his being Fate.

But a lifetime of heartbreak– killing his Fox, being trapped in the Decks of Destiny, and the One True Love that should’ve been promised to him didn't work out– desensitized him from feeling any remotely human feelings, and fueling his obsessive nature even further.

And perhaps he just needed something that could make a tiny track in his hard exterior, and something that could prevent his obsessive nature from taking over. That someone could make him tempted to actually love, to care for someone so much they’ve become your weakness and you will do anything in your power to keep them safe and warm. That for a Fate like him, he’d do anything within his power to fight against his nature.

Jacks might believe that the key to the Valory Arch is his last chance to get his One True Love–and he may not be incorrect, because that will also lead him to actually experience one of a kind love..a true love in the truest sense of the word.

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The moment Jacks’s realize that Evangeline could open doors, and saw the color of her hair, he have already thought of the prophesied key (OUABH, Ch 2) :

“You will know her because she will be crowned in rose gold. She will be both peasant and princess– a fugitive wrongly accused, and only her willing blood will open the arch. (Ch TBONA 53)

At that point, he still had some leverage over his supposed One True Love as their souls were still bound for eternity. [Note: It was reported that wedding turned to stone but was saved by the bride's sister arrived the morning after the marriage (Finale, Ch 12, 15, 16) ]

Jacks could find her use for later.

But that’s not the only surprising thing about Evangeline–when he helped by turning something worse to even worse, she couldn’t just stand back and drank the poison to take the place of the boy she loved and people who turned to stone. Jacks must’ve been reminded of the person he used to be when he warned her heroes don't get happy endings–they give them to other people, and she should want her happy ending. (OUABCH, Ch 3)

Maybe that’s prompted Jacks to become a hero even for a short while when he gave Tella the Map of All, despite knowing she will find out about their secret marriage (Finale, Ch 40). And when he did not fight her, encouraged her even when she was reluctant to sever the bond. (Finale, Ch 44)

As we know, he’s the one that asked Poison to save her, and suggested that the Empress send her to the Nocte Neverending, get her married by making the Crown Prince in love with her, all so she could fulfill the prophecy.

But he also needed her willing blood, which prevented him from directly manipulating her. He needed her alive, so he needed to protect her. And all of this perhaps is how he has grown to genuinely care for her well-being.

Unbeknownst to Jacks, Evangeline has started hearing his voice way back in the Nocte Neverending “Self-pity doesn’t look good on you, Little Fox.” (OUABH, Ch 19). And it was confirmed further when he tried to take away her grief of sorrow that was being amplified by the poisoned tears (OUABH, Ch 36) Not only that, his magical manipulation wouldn't work on her. And from there on, they could project and hear each other's thoughts, which is reminiscent of the immortal bond that Jacks once attempted with Tella.

But that didn’t stop Jacks from betraying her trust when she realized that he’s the one who cursed her husband in suspended, thwarting his scheming (OUABH, Ch 44). Even so, Evangeline was able to gain her autonomy, as if she possessed some kind of charm that Jacks couldn't fully manipulate with magic or elaborate scheming.

Jacks also needed Evangeline alive, that’s why he had been overprotective over her– he quickly shoved her out of the way when a vampire lunged at her (OUABH Ch42) or when he hold onto her like a grudge and didnt let go, so she could properly recovered for being given poisoned tears (OUABH Ch 36). But as Evangeline felt, perhaps with increasing intensity over time, how he genuinely protected her for her– he held her close and carried her as if his life depended on it instead of hers. (TBONA, Ch 13). Even Lala knew that he wouldn't let Evangeline die (TBONA CH23) His nostrils flared when he saw her arms with crudely carved words (TBONA Ch 20)

Not only is he protective of her, he’s gentle and comforting. Unnecessarily to his goals, and excessively even. Maybe he held her like a grudge, but then his arms were tight as if he had no intention of letting her go. When he slid his hands across the rail and twined his cold fingers with hers; he didn't even let go when she squeezed his hand (OUABH Ch41) Or when Jacks offered to kill people who were whispering bad things about Eva (TBONA Ch 23) Even he kept warning Evangeline about Petra, Jacks was never condescending about how he is right and just crushed Evangeline to his chest, gently pressing her head to his shoulder. When she got a slash across her back, he slid his arms carefully and under her neck as he cradled her to his chest. How he comforted her when Evangeline said how much it hurts “I know love, I’m going to take you somewhere safe.” (TBONA Ch 31).

Perhaps Evangeline is easily dazzled that Jacks had fun teasing her– claiming she is tempted to kiss him or that she's jealous. When it’s increasingly obvious he is the jealous one; but it feels that it wasnt because he is a Fate, it felt something that belonged to Jacks; something that we havent really seen him do with his supposed OTL.

Jacks was off-kilter when Evangeline pulled her hand free from him in her desire to answer Luc’s pleas for help. He told her how to most people, he’s the worst thing that can happen to them, but not to her, as if she’s willing to be destroyed and he was only a human (OUABH Ch 42) Or how he told Lala he’s only giving her what she wants, when he just terrorized every man approaching Evangeline before (TBONA Ch 25) then wouldn't allow Luc to take her to a dance (TBONA Ch 30).

Jacks kept reminding Evangeline that he’s not a human, and it seems Evangeline is the human that is tempting Jacks to love.

Maybe when he told Apollo for weeks how gorgeous she was, it wasn't entirely because of match-making purposes (OUABH, Ch 15) Evangeline felt the way Jacks slowly took in every inch of her black thigh-high boots, her shortened skirt, and the form-fitting lace corset cinching her waist and the muscle in his jaw (OUABH Ch 39) Or when he couldn’t seem to let go when they were wrapped in embrace even after the vampire effects have come to pass (OABH Ch 45) How as he take his took slow bite of his apple, his eyes darkening moving from her lips to her neck, to her clavicle then to her breasts (TBONA Ch 15) The way he looked her where you weren’t supposed to watch someone when they knew that you were looking —bold and unabashed and utterly inappropriate. (TBONA Ch 25) Or the occasional brushing of his fingertips to her stomach or ribs, occasionally her breasts (TBONA Ch 25) And that he knew her wounds would heal on its own but he tended to them anyways because he wanted to take off her clothes off. Evangeline was dying, yknow! (TBONA Ch 37).

Perhaps, Jacks has always been attracted to Evangeline, after all a sliver of attraction could drive him to kiss. But he needs her alive, thus he needs to keep fighting his urge, his nature as Fate, that only grew in intensity over time.

Even when he was burning with desire, about to kill another unsuspecting girl, he was able to fight against his nature because Evangeline didn't want him to. And as he touched her, grazing the slit of her skirt with fingertips soft as they traveled higher, and how he reached for her hips and hitched it to his– he reminded her “I’m not a human, Evangeline. And I’m not your friend, or your husband, or your lover.” It is apparent that he was being tempted–“Then don’t try to make me act like it. It doesn’t end well.” (TBONA Ch 25)

Even he was feeling blissful –perhaps as an effect of Mirth stone– he kissed her neck instead, as if he’s not taking any chances. His mouth pressed against her throat, slowly traced a blissful line next to her ear. (TBONA Ch 38) Or when he held her tightly that it hurts but Eva didn't mind, wrapped in embrace she knew they both wanted. Even when he deliberately fell his gaze on her lips, he licked only the center of her lips softly. She could feel his fingers against her scalp, holding her firm–he’s keeping his lips just shy of hers, he wants to kiss her but her safety is undoubtedly his priority. (TBONA Ch 43)

Perhaps because he believed the mystical One True Love has come already, that from the beginning he, warning her that he is a Fate. If he loved her any less, he wouldn’t try so hard to push her away. After all, as Chaos said, she reminds him of his first Fox (TBONA Ch35) ; he doesn't want Evangeline to end up just like her (TBONA, Ch 43).

But ust like the Fox, Evangeline had faith in Jacks. She kept chasing her even after knowing all this time he wanted to go back in time to his supposed One True Love, pleading with him to come with her instead. That he’s wrong that they aren't meant to be (TBONA Ch 45) And one last time, despite the hurt that he wanted her to just leave, she wanted to run back to him, tell him how much she felt. On one hand she believed that love was the most powerful magic of all, and on the other, it didn't matter if they stayed forever cursed–all that matters is he stayed. (TBONA ,Ch 46)

How she couldn't love him?

She kept being warned against Jacks, just like Tella. The moment Evangeline stepped in the Church of the Prince of Hearts which aroma supposedly would be one’s greatest heartbreak, it smelled of apples and blood. (OUABH Ch2).

When they jumped off the cliff, where she felt like that he held her close and carried her as if his life depended on it instead of hers —she hasn't stopped failing, she could no longer deny her feelings (TBONA Ch 37).

Maybe it has been foretold when the dragon-roasted apples that were supposed to taste true love, tasted hot, searing sweetness and Jacks–(OUABH, Ch 16).

The same man who had admitted that he’s selfish, is asking Evangeline to stay with him for one night, asking her to let him pretend she’s his. Or if it will be easier, he asks that she could also pretend she wants to be his. The man who is said to know how only to take, is asking someone to take him (TBONA, Ch 37)

Romantic as she always is, Evangeline didn't want to be person that could disappear without anyone knowing she’s gone; she wanted to be important to someone, that if her heart stopped, she wanted someone else to feel it (TBONA, Ch 14)

Only it did happen, and only if she knew afterwards the agony, the sort of raw grief that was only seen once in a century, how horrible the scream he let out as he held her in his arms when he lost her once. How he cried bloody tears for her.

(TBONA, The End)

Evangeline might not be the one that made Jacks’s heart beat, but she is the one that tempted him to love, to truly love again.

Evangeline has become his weakness–he’d fought hard against his nature as Fate. He would’ve traveled through time he used to be against for the One True Love, his raison d’etre—But he did it for Evangeline. All the scheming, the hardships they went through was so he could get back to his One True Love, his reason for being, but he didn't bat an eye and sacrificed it all for Evangeline. (TBONA, The End)

To Jacks, there’s nothing of equal value to Evangeline.

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Conclusion

No doubt in my mind that the “One True Love” promised in the story of the Prince of Hearts is the true love in the truest sense of the word. The same love held with highest regards, the powerful magical force on its own.

Perhaps, this will also mark the ending of the Prince of Hearts– his heartbreak will cease, his love no longer unrequited because he knows how to love and someone could return it with the same intensity.

He breaks out the curse, and perhaps he embraces the humanity he once discarded after a lifetime of heartbreak.

The Prince of Hearts and the Valenda’s Sweeheart Savior may have experienced the greatest heartbreaks, but maybe in A Curse for True Love their story shall be remembered as a love story of astronomical proportions.

#evangeline fox #jacks x evangeline #evajacks #ouabh #tbona #the ballad of never after #acftl #acftl theories #ouabh theories #onceuponabrokenheart #legendary #caraval #finale #prince of hearts #jacks #you wouldnt believe the amount of the time ive spent for this #i couldnt even think about anything else and even at my supposed rest time im doing this.#but am i happy #ofc perhaps im need an outlet fo all my evajacks feel

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Can you write smut hcs with Kurt

A-Z Headcanons

Kurt Cobain X Reader

A/n: hi everyone! Sorry I've been inactive for a few days, I'm working on all your requests❤️ Also, I found out the person that I like(romantically) likes me back!

Word count: 1034

Warnings: smut!!

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He's an absolute angel when it comes to aftercare. Never wants you to feel bad and also never wants to feel bad himself. He wouldn't go ott but back rubs and words of affirmation are always in store for you both.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

He loves his hair, who doesn't?! It took a bit of convincing from you but after a while he finally realised you were right.

He loves everything about you. This man is a worshipping machine!

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

If you're not familiar with the rumour, Kurt used to "varnish" his paintings with his cum so... I don't think he has a problem with it🤷‍♀️

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

This man thinks about you 24/7 and he 1000% gets a boner from it. Not really a dirty secret but he is low-key obsessed w you.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

I feel like he's experienced but because he respects women, if that makes sense. He's done his research let's say.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

Literally any. He just wants you both to feel good and if it's missionary, fine. If it's standing up, fine.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

Depends again. If he wants to be goofy and crack jokes, he 100% will. But if he wants to be serious & romantic, he will be.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

Cannot decide. He might shave but also might just leave it, depends if he feels like it in the shower.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Our romance king❤️ he loves to be romantic. If you want to be rough, he will rough it up a little bit he prefers to be romantic. Defo holds hands during sex😩🫶

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Turns him on if he catches you masturbating. If he wants to, he will but he prefers to do it with you. Like, it's not his first resort but it it comes to it then he will rub one out.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk, public sex, maybe a slight breeding kink?, face sitting, mirror sex. I was thinking about kinks that Kurt might have but with him being a feminist and just a gut feeling, I didn't add them to the immediate list. I was thinking stuff like spanking, bondage, S&M or stuff like that but I honestly don't think he'd be all that into it.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

Bed. He isn't vanilla but he likes the closeness of being together in bed. It makes him feel safe with you. Also maybe the kitchen on the worktop or table🤷‍♀️ also wouldn’t say no to a little shower sex here and there🤫

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Anything you do. That man worships you like you're a fucking goddess! You could be wearing the baggiest of baggy clothes(Adam Sandler) and have super greasy hair and have fucked up makeup and he's got a boner because of you.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you. He was the most sweetest soul on this fucking planet so you can't change my mind that he wouldn't want to hurt you. Might make an exception if you ask him to spank you🤫

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

Prefers to go down on you and make you feel good because it makes him feel worth it. Wouldn't say no if you sucked him off once in a while🤷‍♀️

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Fast and sensual. Cannot change my mind.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

Prefers to have long, drawn out sex. Wouldn't say no to a quickie backstage though.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Depends on what youse are experimenting with. If you're doing a new position, he's down asf. If it's something riskay, slightly hesitant but he wouldn't say no.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

If it's a time where he's slept well, can go for hours until you tap out. If he didn't get the best sleep, prefers one good round then will cuddle with you.

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Probably has some vibrators for you. Likes when you use them on yourself if he's on tour nor away from you.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't love it. He might tease you by pretending to fuck you when you bend down to grab something or something like that.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

Have you heard Kurt? He's either grunting or moaning until the birds die. He will never be silent because he likes you to know you're making him feel good.

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

Probably brags to Dave and Krist about him having sex with you. In relation to that, during interviews or stuff like that, he mentions you constantly(probs not sex stuff). Always saying stuff to Dave and Krist like, "we had sex last night, it was amazing". And in interviews he's like, "so my wife/fiancée/girlfriend, Y/n" or "y/n, my wife/gf/fiancée". Always brags about you no matter what.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

Not giant but not tiny. It's enough to satisfy you and make you see stars but not too much to the point where you need a new liver, yk.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Always horny. He doesn't always have a boner but he is 24/7 horny. If you tell him that you're horny, he then gets a boner.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Once again, if he slept well the night before, he stays awake and lets you sleep on his chest while he smokes a cigarette but if he got a shits night sleep, he's out like a fucking light.

#nirvana #kurt cobain #dave grohl #krist novoselic #bleach #nevermind #incesticide #in utero

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Five

A/N: This is Part One. The next chapter will be smut! Not nice gentle smut either so that's your warning. Also, I highly recommend watching My Boyfriend's Back it's a good movie. It's on Amazon and YouTube for $3.99 it's also on Redbox for the same price.

Stu

I was surprised when I saw yn standing behind me with a bat in her hand. And when it finally clicked that Billy fucking called her at work and that was the reason she was there I was fucking pissed. I mean seeing her swing that bat in her hand and threaten me like she did had my fucking dick hard. But I could have fucking hurt her she would have just snuck up on me. I didn't want her to be a part of this. She didn't have anything to do with Billy's revenge against Sidney. Okay, sure, Maureen was her mother too. But she wasn't Billy's girlfriend.

When he had come to me about killing Maureen I had been hesitant at first. I didn't want to kill my girlfriend's mom. But I'm far too sensitive and gave in to peer pressure. Billy had called me out on the dark fantasy I had of what it would be like to kill someone. He's seen the dolls in the attic. We've both always had that darkness about us. We used to joke about it when we were alone. Then he came to me telling me he knew why his mom left him and that Maureen Prescott had to die. That we would be doing everyone a favor.

She was known to be the whore of Woodsboro. Everyone knew she slept around even yn. Sidney was the one that was in denial. And when Billy looked at Sidney he saw her mother. She looked more like her than yn did. I never wanted yn to find her mom like that. I felt guilty for a long time every time I looked at her. But then we started talking about killing other people. Casey and Steve were brought up and I jumped at it. Then we made more plans. There would be a fake attack on Sidney. Yn wasn't supposed to be a part of that.

Yn wasn't going to be a part of any of this. I had plans to slip her something. She would be asleep the whole time. Then when Billy and I were the last ones left she would be too and I would be the only person she had. She could be mine forever. But now I'm at the fucking police station watching comfort her sister while Deputy Dipshit tried to find their father. They wouldn't find him. He never left town. He's tied up in my basement until we need him. I met Billy's stare and slightly nodded my head. It was part of the plan. He was obsessed with following the fucking plan.

Once the girls were free to go Dewey led us out the back way to avoid the press. I couldn't wait to be famous for being one of the Woodsboro teens who survived a grief ridden man who went on a killing spree right before the one year anniversary of his wife's murder. Of course we didn't get away from the press completely. Gale Weathers was waiting for Sidney and yn as we walked out the door. To my surprise Sidney was the one to punch her.

"I need to go back to the house," yn said. I looked over at her before I started the car. "I left my stuff in my car including my keys. And I need to get a change of clothes." I nodded my head and started the car. "No problem. You okay? You wanna tell me what happened?" I asked. I know Billy called her, there was no way he didn't. She sighed, "he called me at work, the killer I mean. He said that he was watching Sidney and then said that I was going to find her the same way I found my mom." My grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"I rushed home. The doors were locked so I climbed up onto the roof and through my bedroom window." No matter how many times I've told her to lock her damn windows she never does. "And you just decided to threaten a killer with a baseball bat?" I asked. She shrugged, "well I wasn't going to go out with nothing. Just be happy I have some kind of weapon in my room. It makes up for not locking my windows." I laughed at her logic, "funny one, babe. I think when I get you back to my place I'm going to have to punish you." My dick was getting hard again thinking about what she had done.

When we got back to my house I was quick to grab her stuff for her. "What a gentleman," she said. "Anything for you, baby." I smirked. She rolled her eyes and walked into the house. As soon as the door was closed I took her stuff up to my roof. I don't know why she brought clothes when she has clothes here. When I went back downstairs yn wasn't anywhere in sight. "Babe?" I could feel my pulse quicken as I walked closer to the basement door. "Baby?" I spun around when I heard a bang coming from the garage.

I walked through the kitchen, into the laundry room where the door that led out to the garage was open. "Baby, what're you doing?" She looked over her shoulder, "beer." She held up two beers and I smiled. "Beer before bed?" I asked. "I'm not really tired," she sighed. I nodded my head and led her back into the kitchen. "How about we make some popcorn and watch a movie." She nodded her head and sat up on the counter. I started the popcorn and turned around so I could stand between her legs. "What movie do you wanna watch?" I asked, giving her a quick kiss.

"What about…My Boyfriend's Back?" One of her favorite movies. Not exactly a horror and more like a comedy. It's about a teenage boy our age who gets shot trying to impress his long-time crush only to die. Then he comes back from the dead determined to take her to prom. He's technically a zombie but not like the Night of the Living Dead zombies. She thought it was romantic that he came back from the dead to tell his dream girl he was in love with her. The ending was a bit of a twist but not surprising.

"Sure, baby, go put it in," I said, giving her a kiss and helping her off the counter. When I walked into the living room, a bowl of popcorn in my hand and a beer in the other, yn was stretched out on the sofa. The movie was paused waiting for me to get settled so we could watch it. I set the bowl on the table, sat down in the middle of the sofa and moved her legs so they were resting over mine. "Okay, you can start it." She smiled and pressed play on the remote. She was already immersed in the movie but I couldn't help thinking about seeing her tonight. I was pissed but also so fucking turned on.

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Into My Web

Chapter 18

Dark!Vampire!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, murder, obsessive thoughts, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

You looked up from your bowl of cereal to a dashing looking Billy in his best suit. You forgot your spoon halfway to your mouth and stared at him, mouth slightly open. A wide smirk crept onto his face at your reaction. He knew he was good looking but it didn't mean he didn't enjoy his ego being stroked by his favorite little human.

The sound of milk dripping from your now tilted spoon shook you out of it and you kept eating.

"You know the rules," he muttered as he made sure his tie was straight. It had been a good few days since he'd first been back to work and he was easing back into it. He had an important client meeting today and he wasn't looking forward to it. Meeting stuck up people drove him nuts but he'd be getting a nice sum of money for it so he'd do it with a charming smile.

"Yes, I'll behave or be punished," you said between two mouthfuls looking up at him with a smile. You really didn't want to be anywhere else anyway.

"Oh! By the way, do you have any more movies? Cuzz I've watched all the drawer ones like twice now," you asked with a little pout. You didn't really know what to do with your day since you've done most of today's chores in advance this week.

He was smoothing some stray hairs back in the mirror and he turned to look at you with a smirk. He moved to grab his laptop before putting it in front of you, pornhub open for you. He figured you'd have plenty to entertain yourself with and maybe you'd learn a few new things.

"Oh my God! There's just so many!," you said open-mouthed looking at his laptop screen. There seemed to be thousands of short to long videos of all kinds. You'd need weeks to even see half of them.

"Daily uploads? Does that mean they even add more everyday to the thousands already there?!" You asked incredulously looking up at Billy with absolute astonishment.

Billy bit his lip to stifle a laugh. You had the enthusiasm of a teenage boy first discovering porn and it amused him greatly.

"Yeah. There's a lot on here, I'm sure you'll find some things you like," he said as he grabbed his coat and put it on.

"Whoa…" You said already browsing the site unblinking while eating your cereals. He shook his head with a snort, giving you one last look. It was nice to not be so worried about you trying to escape or run off while he did his work. It still shocked him how much things had changed between the pair of you. He really wouldn't have guessed sex would be the key to your obedience.

"Alright, I'm headin' out. Be good," he said firmly as he made his way to the door.

"Bye," you said looking up from the screen quickly. He nodded before he swiftly left, leaving you to browse all the porn until your heart's content.

You got up from the table at some point to do the few daily chores you could do while he was at work. You then flopped down on the couch with his laptop and went back to the site he had opened up for you. After a few videos, some just grossing you out only two seconds into it, you saw a little account button. You clicked on it being the curious kitten that you were and saw his account page. It was mostly blank but the thing that really caught your attention was the tab named watched videos. You clicked on it and it was exactly what you hoped it'd be. You quickly scrolled down to the first video you remembered watching and went backwards from there.

It was very interesting and intimate to watch videos he enjoyed, some even liked with the heart-shaped button. You watched those with a particular interest, trying to pinpoint what he seemed to enjoy about them. A few videos later, you ended up on a very different scene and it wasn’t just one in a million, the same scenes and title act was repeated on multiple videos. You went back to the first and clicked play again.

The lady was tied up standing with her back to a weird X-shaped wooden cross thingy. The room was very bare and much like the creepy basement under your feet. You scrolled forward a bit to a handsome man towering over her, reminding you of Billy's dominance over you. You felt goosebumps flare all over your skin at the thought of it. A knife appeared out of nowhere in his hand and he proceeded to strip her of her clothes, the sharp knife cutting into the cloth easily. Once she was all naked for him to enjoy, he ran the point of the knife down her chest leaving a red scratch behind. That was something you did with your nails once and Billy enjoyed it too, just like the girl on screen making little needy sounds.

The man slowly and carefully cut into her skin with the knife near her right ribcage. It wasn't a deep cut but it started to bleed nonetheless. He did a few more cuts on her body staying away from her arteries as you remembered what you learned reading the library anatomy book. The man smeared the blood on her body with his hands and proceeded to lick his way down her body.

Knife play. Blood play.

You watched a second video only this time it really piqued your interest. A man and a woman devouring each other's body with haste and a roughness you knew very well. Only this time, they both cut each other. You watched the man fall to pieces under her dominance and it fascinated you. How he groaned when she licked his dripping blood and when she dangerously threatened him with the sharp blade over his arteries. He seemed to worship her for it, the blood play, the dangerous teasing… You wanted to be her.

After a few more videos you closed the laptop shut and put it away on the coffee table. You took a deep breath and stood to pace around a bit, your cheeks feeling very hot and your brain going a thousand miles an hour. You looked thoughtful with your vacant eyes and biting your thumb nail.

Billy could absolutely not do that to you, being a vampire, blood, killing you and all… But maybe you could do it to him. After all, you knew very well where he kept most of his weapons around the house. You also had an almost empty basement right under your feet with plenty of room to set something nice up.

The more you thought the more the scene became clearer and clearer in your head and you realized you really wanted it. You remembered how sweet his blood tasted the other day. Your mouth almost watered at the thought of it. You slightly wondered if it was a vampire thing because when you hurt yourself that time Billy just took off to not kill you, you had a taste and it wasn’t yummy at all.

You looked at the clock on the wall and made a decision. You had three hours to go. It was now or never.

You had prepared a little makeshift scene downstairs that reminded you of that Aladdin movie you watched the other day. The basement floor being concrete was definitely gonna be a bitch on your bones. So you might have stolen the guest room carpet, a couple of pillows and throw blankets here and there.

The comfort part of the evening being taken care of, the lighting part was still problematic. The bright swinging light bulb on the ceiling was just gonna kill every chance of this being a success. You ran back upstairs and looked for candles. You remembered Billy telling you where they were in case of an electrical issue. He could see in the dark, you'd just break your neck with how clumsy you were sometimes.

You took a couple of candlesticks with their small holders and a pack of matches. You hurried back downstairs and finished prepping everything up. You looked at the time and hurried up for a quick shower to freshen up. You tried to put some make-up, finally using those samples you got from the pampering day with Karen. It wasn't bad, very subtle but you liked it. Then it was time for the last pieces of the evening, beside Billy, obviously.

You took some lingerie he had gotten you the other day and put the bodysuit on. The black shiny straps over your hips and bum felt very comfortable, caging you safely in. One long single strap ran up your torso, between your bare breasts and ended in a choker around your neck. You carefully applied the heart-shaped pasties to your breasts and looked at yourself in the bedroom mirror.

You wondered if you were gonna make a fool of yourself and piss him off. It was a very, very fine line you were playing with and it could definitely mean the closet AND the wobbly stool all over again. If he wouldn't just take the knife and kill you with it.

"Urg!! Stop freaking out and be confident for once" You said angrily to your reflection stumping down your foot. You knew he'd love it. You remembered how he reacted the other day when he nipped his lip and you kissed it clean. If the dozens of videos on his laptop account wasn't proof enough already. You squared your shoulder and kept your chin up.

You took a detour to where you knew some weapons of his were. You carefully picked a knife that felt comfortable in your smaller hand and put everything back like you found it. He'd be home any minute now, you couldn’t back out now. You made your way to the basement and waited hid in the shadows, the knife in your hand.

By the time Billy was getting home, he was tense and tired. He hadn't been able to check the cameras since that morning, stuck in meeting after meeting. The important client meeting ran on for what felt like forever and the man was a grade A asshole but Billy really wanted his money. And if all that wasn't bad enough, Frank kept trying to talk to him. Luckily he was too busy so he avoided it but he knew soon he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't as mad at Frank since some time had passed but the betrayal of Frank trying to take you away from him still stung like a bitch. He wasn't sure why he thought it'd be a good idea to take you there. He knew it wouldn't be, knew how Frank would react. And at the time the urge to bring you was explained by him wanting to push Frank's buttons for always making him feel like a bad guy. But it wasn't just that, he'd really just wanted you to meet his family for some reason. A reason he wasn't sure of nor would he look into too deeply.

Not being able to keep an eye on you for most of the day left Billy feeling agitated. He missed your presence and he had no idea if you'd been a good girl or not. He'd be pretty pissed if he got home and you'd ran off again. As he unlocked the front door, your scent hit him, your heartbeat in his ears. He untensed a little knowing you were here as he toed off his shoes by the door and made his way further inside. It was oddly quiet which made him suspicious as he moved into the living room. Your heart rate was pretty fast and he stood still in the centre of the room as he closed his eyes and tried to pinpoint it. Your scent was also sweeter, as it usually was when you were excited but it was also tinged with some nerves. He had no idea what you were up to.

"Kitten?" He called out, dark eyes sweeping around the room. He got no answer and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He slowly followed the sound of the fluttering of your heart, going towards the basement. What the fuck were you doing in the basement? You waited till the last second before jumping out of the doorway, right in front of him with the blade at his chest. You grinned wickedly and tried to suppress chuckles by biting your lower lip.

It didn't startle him in the least and a smirk tugged at his lips at how unbelievably adorable you were. His eyes raked over your body in the lingerie and he felt the deep tugging of arousal pulling at him. It was only increased by his knife you were holding.

"Whatcha doin' with the knife, kitten?" He asked amused, brow raised as he looked at you.

"I prepared a little surprise for you," you said with a smirk, running the pointy end of the knife down his chest.

"Did you now?" He asked in a low voice, intrigued and turned on. He had no idea just what you had planned but he knew he was looking forward to it. He couldn't take his eyes off you, all dressed up for him with a deadly weapon in your hands. His dick was already hard and straining against his pants.

"Mmhmm! Although it'd be a shame to ruin one of your suits," you said thoughtfully, tapping the blade on his chest as you wondered how pissed he'd be if you cut into it with the knife. His eyes darted to the knife before back to your face, a brow quirked.

"But I'll be a very, very good girl for you if you let me?" You asked a bit sheepishly, batting your eyelashes at him. You were about to do very bold things you'd never ever had thought you could do and live to tell the tale. You reached for his hand to slowly pull him forward and downstairs with you.

Billy really wasn't sure what you had planned for him but he was incredibly curious and so turned on that he followed willingly, wanting to see just where the night would go. He didn't think it would hurt to at least see what kind of things you had in mind. If he wasn't into it then he could put a stop to it no problems.

You were relieved to feel him follow you willingly without too many questions. You carefully went down the stairs so as not to fall and stab yourself like an idiot. You led him near the little love nest you had prepared and let go of his hand so he could take in the scene. You sat on a pillow like a mermaid on a rocky shore, inviting him into your deadly loving arms.

Billy's dark eyes travelled around the normally cold and miserable basement, brows raised and a smirk on his lips. Honestly, he was impressed. He wondered how long it took you to set all this up and he was a little grateful he hadn't been able to spy on you.

"So… what are these plans?" He asked, moving to sit next to you as his eyes drank in the sight of you looking so pretty for him.

You moved so you were straddling his lap, wanting to be close to him for this.

"Well, I thought we could do something...new," you said to him with a naughty smirk. His hands smoothed up your hips over the lingerie and to your uncovered sides, settling in the dip of your waist as he looked at you curiously.

"New?" He asked intrigued. His eyes couldn't stop roaming your body and how adorably delicious you looked with the heart shaped pasties on.

"I might have found some previously watched videos on that site you showed me," you said, biting your lower lips and looking up into his eyes almost timidly. He hummed with a smirk, his hands moving to your ass and palming it as he watched you. He was incredibly curious about what you'd been watching.

"Saw somethin' you liked, kitten?" He asked teasingly.

"Mmhmm. I was hoping you'd let me...try something..new and not..get mad? Maybe?" You said nervously, sounding like an idiot. You rather sound like an idiot for a minute and break the mood than stay quiet and end up dead for your boldness.

He leaned closer and trailed his nose along your neck up to your ear. Your pulse was going a mile a minute and the predator in him loved it.

"Consider me interested," he purred before nipping your ear. He really had no clue what you wanted to try that might make him mad but he'd keep it in mind since you spoke to him first for his blessing. If he didn't like it he'd just tell you.

You grinned and leaned forward to kiss him deeply. You put the knife down for now and pulled him closer to you by his tie. He moaned into the kiss, hands still on your ass as he pressed you against him. He was already worked up from being away from you all day and coming home to you like this.

You slid your hands inside his jacket and slid it off his shoulders as you nipped his lower lip with a chuckle. You decided you'd keep part of his suit intact for now. He couldn't keep his hands off you, caressing your soft curves as he felt his need for you increase.

You kissed his lips, his neck and made sure to keep him under you for now as you teased him. You helped him out of his waistcoat and moved off his lap to undo his belt slowly, way too slowly. You loved how he looked back at you with dark and narrowed eyes . It made you feel almost power drunk as you grinned wickedly.

He smirked as he raised a brow. You were lucky you were being so cute with your teasing.

"I'm startin' to see why you thought I'd get mad," he drawled playfully. He wanted nothing more than to pin you down and fuck you until you lost your voice, but he was far too curious about whatever plans you had for him.

You laughed sweetly and it echoed off the concrete walls around you. You finished undressing him of his pants, leaving him with the three pieces of clothing you were definitely cutting into. You moved back to his lap and yanked on his tie a little rougher than you'd dare.

"That was just the opening act," you teased, hovering above his lips taking hold of the knife with the other hand.

He groaned, fingers digging into your thighs as he tried to chase your lips. Your confidence caught him off guard a little but he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't enjoying it. He liked teasing. Usually he was the one giving it out but it didn't mean he didn't like to be on the receiving end of it. He had a limit though and he wondered just how far you were going to push him.

You brought the dull edge of the knife to his perfectly defined jawbone and ran the blade over his skin. You still had a death grip on his tie with the other hand. The feel of the cold metal against his skin made him arch up at you with a soft moan. Excitement ran through his body as he watched you with rapt attention. He hadn't thought you'd be into knifeplay but he was more than happy to take part in your little fantasy.

You carefully slid the blade between his tie and his shirt, aiming the blade away from you both. You gave him a smirk and easily cut through the tie with the knife. You dangled the ruined tie before tossing it away, looking at him for his reaction. A sly smirk spread on his lips and he bit his lower lip. His suit was expensive but he wasn't really upset about it when the whole thing turned him on this much. He could always buy another, it wasn't like he didn't have the money.

"Naughty kitty," he smirked, eyes dancing with amusement.

"Kitty has claws today," you said back, amused and pleased by this whole new leading experience. You just couldn’t stop grinning, smirking and biting your lower lip. He chuckled as he watched you. He wasn't sure how you could be cute when doing something intense like this but you managed it and he loved it. He was enjoying seeing this side to you.

You pushed him back with one hand on his chest so he'd lay back down. You weren't sure where to cut his dress shirt. You rolled your hips over his covered cock and you considered how to go about this. He moaned as he grasped your hips, squirming under you a little. He didn't think he'd be content to let his little pet play dominant with him but so far he was enjoying himself.

You tilted your head to the side and nodded, you knew how to do this. You lifted the hem of his dress shirt and slid the blade under it. Once you saw the knife peek out at his neck you playfully kept sliding upwards until the pointy blade was poking under his chin. He tilted his head a little, arching his neck as his almost black eyes bore into you.

You swiftly pulled the knife back down cutting through the threads holding the buttons which went flying everywhere. You were done teasing, you wanted the main event now. You quickly opened up his ruined shirt and licked at the skin of his chest, moaning. He groaned, very much enjoying the erotic show you were putting on for him.

You reached down hurriedly with your free hand to stroke his ridiculously hard cock, making a loud moan leave his lips as he arched up into your hand. You gave him some good relief before sliding off his lap and carefully, cutting through his boxers on each side. Vampire or not, you wanted to keep his balls very much away from the blade.

He was starting to feel delirious from how badly he needed you. The little friction you'd given him wasn't enough. He watched with rapt attention and his now red eyes as you cut at his boxers. There was something deeply alluring about the sight of you with his knife like this.

You yanked on his ruined boxers giggling. You loved just how much he let you try this freely, letting you lead and all. He smirked up at you, glad you were also enjoying yourself. His patience was starting to wane though, he wasn't sure how long he'd let you have you fun until he took over.

You moved back to straddle his lap, one hand caressing his chest. You leaned forward, your lips crashing on his as you kissed him hard. He kissed back hungrily with a groan, rubbing himself against you for some mild relief. His hands were everywhere at once as he touched anywhere he could get his hands on.

You pressed the sharp part of the blade down on his right pect and slid the knife quickly so you wouldn't chicken out of it. You stopped moving, the knife still in the air in your hand, waiting for his reaction. You were either gonna live or die.

He felt a wave of arousal and pleasure shoot right through him as he gasped and he looked up at you a little shocked. A wicked grin worked its way onto his face as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your face towards his roughly.

"Harder," he demanded, needing more.

You hissed as he pulled you toward him but you relaxed instantly when he spoke. You looked at his chest and wondered just how much harder he meant. You put the knife back to his chest and pushed down harder, hesitating.

"I'm not sure how much you can take, I don't wanna hu-" your sentence never finished itself as your eyes stared at the first cut. It was already completely healed. The only clue there was ever a cut there was the few drops of blood still there. Your eyebrows flew upwards as you stared down at him with amazement.

"Vampire, sweetheart. I heal fast," he grinned, red eyes boring into you intensely. The fact you didn't want to hurt him was amusing and adorable. The fact you thought you of all people could cause him harm was laughable.

You cut into him quick and sharp. It left a bigger cut than the previous one but as you stared at it, you could already see it healing over. You looked at his face and understood what harder meant. He gave you a dirty smirk as he raised a challenging brow at you, hands gripping your hips tightly.

Your free hand smeared the small amount of blood over his chest and you sucked your fingers clean. You moaned, enjoying the sweet taste of it. A part of your brain knew it was blood but it didn't taste like blood. You couldn't even start to comprehend what it tasted like. You just knew you loved it as you rubbed yourself over his cock, wishing you were naked too.

He saw how your pupils dilated and heard how your heart rate changed. You liked the taste of his blood and it would have left him breathless if he had a need to breathe. He was so hard he was aching for you and he moaned at the friction you were providing him with. His patience was really wearing thin and he grabbed the lingerie you were wearing and ripped it with ease, the sound of the material ripping filling the room. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

You gasped at how easily he tore through it and it shot a wild jolt of pleasure through you making you moan loudly. You rubbed your wet pussy over his cock and brought the knife down again. This time, you really cut through and blood spilled out of the wound.

An absolutely filthy moan left his lips as the mixture of pleasure and pain ripped through his body and brought all of his senses alive. He'd never found anyone willing to play so rough with him before.

"More," he growled, needing more of the feelings you were giving him.

You gave him a wicked smile. You've never seen him this needy before and it made you feel empowered. You moved your hips to finally take all of him inside you as you slid the knife down his ribs cutting him again. He gasped, back arching at feeling you so wet and tight around him.

His moans were music to your ears, it sent goosebumps all over your skin. You rode him hard, smearing his blood all over his own chest. You grinned at him as you leaned down to lick the blood running down all over him. He was an absolute mess, writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat under you. He didn't think he'd ever felt such euphoria before but it was overwhelming him. Seeing you licking up his blood had him precariously close to the edge of his release.

You moaned and made a bloody mess out of your lower face, not caring about staying clean as you licked and sucked the blood off him. It felt surreal, otherworldly, like every inch of your body was electrified. You rode him faster sitting up and running your messy hand all over your skin.

You were a vision with his blood painting your skin like this. A Goddess. He didn't think he'd seen a sight more beautiful than this before. His hands joined yours, taking in every inch of your skin and smearing his blood along your body as he went. He was still gasping and moaning, the pleasure running rampant through his body.

A wild thought crossed your mind and you bit your lower lip hard as the images flipped through your eyes. You stopped riding him and slid off his lap to lay down next to him.

"Come play with kitten," you invited him, legs wide open and a naughty grin, twirling the knife in your hand.

A growl rumbled deep in the back of his throat and he practically pounced on you, his lips devouring your blood tinged mouth as he pushed inside of you with a loud moan. Even though it was his own blood, he liked the way your tongue tasted with it. He was rutting into you like an animal, pure primal need taking over his body as the beast took over him.

You wrapped your legs around him, kissing him back with the same hunger.

"Have I been a good girl?" You chimed in playfully. You barely gave him time to answer, you were already cutting him down the middle of his chest. A guttural moan got ripped from him at the intense pain and pleasure.

It was messy and deeper than you predicted as his blood dripped down on your stomach and breasts. You tossed the knife next to you both and used both hands to smear every drop of it on both of you. He knelt up, still inside of you as he thrust into you hard and fast. You were covered in his blood and he watched you eagerly as you rubbed it all over your body.

You moaned, kneading your blood covered breasts as he looked down on you with need. He felt almost desperate for release, this whole thing the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. He went at you harder, his hand sliding down your blood covered stomach to between your legs. He started rubbing frenzied circles around your clit with his bloodied fingers, his hips snapping to yours almost violently as his moans filled the room.

You gripped at the carpet hard, you back arching up as he furiously pleasured you. You felt like you were gonna explode in a thousand pieces, it just kept building up and up. You couldn't stop gasping and moaning so loud your throat hurt. You ran your bloodied hands in your hair and closed your fists in them. You looked at him before shutting your eyes tightly and came with such force your shoulders left the floor. You gasped for air between screams of pleasure echoing all around you.

It pushed him right over the edge, pure and raw pleasure tearing right through his body. He came hard with a loud moan, spilling himself inside of you. The wave of bliss washed over him and it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. The intensity of the sex making it so much stronger than what he was used to. It was like he'd had a hit of heroin or something. His body suddenly felt like jello and he lay on top of you, careful not to put too much of his weight on you so he didn't crush you. He nuzzled your neck, practically purring as he let the feelings linger in his system.

You flopped back trying to catch your breath. You moved your hands to play in his hair and caress his cool skin.

"That was…" you panted under him. It had been such an intense experience you didn't have words for it. Your throat hurt from all the loud screaming and moaning, it made it hard to swallow.

He chuckled and placed a sweet kiss to your neck.

"It was," he murmured. He didn't think you had it in you if he was honest. It was way more than what he was used to with his many one nighters. He didn't think he'd ever felt this content before.

You laid there for a while enjoying the weight of his body as you played with his hair. Your brain was now thinking clearly, pass the primal and foggy haze of sex. You had stepped way beyond the line with him tonight and it made you wonder if he'd punish you even if he seemed to have loved it. You moved your head a bit and looked at him.

"I'll clean everything up before bed. I know you like to keep your home tidy," you said with a bit of a weak smile, blowing on the nearest lit candle. You didn't want to clean at all. You felt physically and mentally exhausted. The last thing you needed was to heave the carpet upstairs and clean the damn thing. You clearly didn't think the whole thing through.

He moved off you and ran a hand through his hair.

"Nah, leave it for now. Let's go get clean," he replied. He did like his home tidy but right then he couldn't care less. You'd been a very good girl and he thought he could at least give you the rest of the night off so you could sleep and recuperate. You were covered in his blood and while blood was nothing to him, you were human and he knew once your high wore off it'd be uncomfortable for you. He very much wanted a repeat of this sometime so he wanted to make sure it was a pleasant experience. Even after.

He stood up, taking your hand and helping you stand. After blowing out all of the candles so his house didn't burn down, he led you upstairs to the bathroom. He set to work getting towels ready and turning the shower on warm for you.

You were shivering so much your body jerked in spasms making you gasp sharply. You crossed your arms over your chest in hope to warm you up. You felt cold but it was an odd cold, it felt hollow somehow.

Billy glanced at you and frowned. He had a feeling you were feeling the drop after such intense sex and he needed to make sure you were okay so you didn't see this as a bad experience.

"C'mon," he murmured softly as he guided you into the shower.

You walked in the shower with a small hiss when the hot water hit your skin. You almost backed away but you knew better. You looked down to the blood tinged water running between your toes. Billy's blood. You knew it wasn't yours so why did your chest feel so hollow and painful. You frowned, annoyed with your reaction and knowing very well he'd be aware of your change of mood. You kept your head down and rubbed the dried blood on your arms with shaky hands.

Billy was keeping a close eye on you. Your heart rate, your scent. He could tell you were dropping and fast. He took your hands and moved them from your body, taking over as he gently started to wash his blood off you. He was feeling unusually calm and sated, the animalistic sex had soothed the beast inside of him so much he was sure it was asleep. He felt almost human, it would have been unsettling if he wasn't feeling so calm.

You looked at him through the corner of your eye and it made your chest hurt even more. His presence wasn't soothing like usual, it felt painful and sharp. It made you feel alone, like he was a foot away from you but it felt like he was miles away.

You were so quiet and seemed in your own head, it was a little worrying. He hoped he hadn't gone and broke you. This whole thing was your idea and it was amazing. He'd be pretty pissed if this was what pushed you over the edge after everything else he'd done to you.

"You're okay, kitten," he soothed softly as he cleaned you up, the blood washing down the drain.

Kitten. You loved his pet name for you so why did it make you cry?

"Excuse me, I-I'm not, I don't know what's happening. I don't feel good. Why am I feeling so…" you stammered frowning, having no idea if there was a word for what you felt. You had loved surprising him and it had been a really crazy experience you enjoyed a lot. You loved when he touched you, when he kissed you and smiled at you. He's been super kind to you this week so your reaction deeply confused you.

He heaved a deep sigh, gathering you in his arms as he cradled your head against his chest.

"It was intense, your body's just tryin' to handle it. You don't gotta worry, you'll be fine. I got you," he murmured, stroking your wet hair as he held you close to him. Maybe he felt a little bad. Just a little. You clearly weren't used to things like this and you'd done it for him. And he knew you'd enjoyed yourself while it was happening. Your little human body was just struggling to deal with it. He didn't like the guilt blooming in his chest. Billy Russo didn't do guilt. He needed it to stop and the only options he had were to snap your neck or comfort you. And since he quite liked having you around he decided to settle on the latter. He stroked your hair soothingly as he held you tight, nuzzling the top of your head as he tried to ease you through the shaking.

You melted into his embrace one hand around him to his lower back and the other resting on his arm. You closed your eyes, focused on the smell of his cool skin and took deep breaths. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, how it warmed up your chest and made your heart all fuzzy.

"Thank you for being patient with me. That's not how I pictured the end of the evening," you said sniffing a bit with a chuckle. He smiled to himself and placed a kiss to your head.

"You've been a very good girl. Just lemme take care of you now, alright?" He said softly, moving to look at you. You looked up at him and gave him a soft smile, nodding. You rested your head on his chest and sighed peacefully.

#billy russo #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo imagine #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfics #ben barnes #billy russo x you #billy russo x y/n #billy russo/reader

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grizzlyofthesea · 1 year

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Fun with a New Pen

I got a ten-color pen over the weekend, and I've loved using it so far. I wanted to show it off a bit, and I had an idea today.

I've been obsessing over mothy's Seven Deadly Sins series of Vocaloid songs, so I decided to draw all the sinners today.

Duke Cherubim "Sateriasis" Venomania

I want his outfit. Give me his outfit. Let me be fancy like him.

His song is catchy as all heck and is one of my favorites of the whole series (especially ryusouta's cover, holy crap it's good). Weird for a repulsed aroace, I know, but it is what it is.

Super sad backstory that I can relate to in some ways. I wasn't locked in a basement for all my childhood or anything, but I was teased for my appearance quite a bit, even by some of my loved ones.

He can fly???

Banica Conchita

Gorgeous design

Has awesome powers

Ate herself just to save her child and became the new demon of gluttony in the process. That's metal as all heck.

Her song has an awesome instrumental, and the lyrics are nice and subtly horrifying.

Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche

Needed her own page because of how stupid frilly her dress is

Seriously, we get it. You're royalty. But make yourself easier to draw.

Least favorite song in the series, but I don't hate it. I love ryusouta's cover of the Velvet Mix, though.

Another super sad story, especially with Servant of Evil for extra context. Who could've guessed? Poor Kagamines can't catch a break.

Margarita Blankenheim

I used to hate her song for some reason, but I love it now. Both the melody and the instrumental are gorgeous.

Didn't deserve such a crappy husband

She has a special gift for you.

Actually a doll possessed by Eve Moonlit for some reason? What even is this series??? (Even though I love it dearly)

Kayo Sudou

Scariest song in my opinion. It may go on a bit longer than I'd like, but the way the story builds is terrifying.

Color-changing scissors that totally aren't stained with blood

Was kind of doomed from the start since her mom was the demon of envy. I'll give her credit for trying, though.

Very talented tailor, for what it's worth

Gallerian Marlon

👌

Another song with an awesome instrumental. The key changes make me feel extra evil when I listen to it. And the gavels. Oh my gosh, the gavels.

Poor dude went crazy over a spoon.

We all know he's Nemesis' dad, but they're also half-siblings? And neither of them had any idea?? What the actual heck, Ma--???

Nemesis Sudou

Also has one of my favorite songs (no, I'm totally not biased toward the Internet Co. Vocaloids, what are you talking about--). It's super dramatic and bold, and the key change at the end really gives it--and the whole series--a sense of finality.

Didn't even want a contract with the demon of wrath, but hey, she got a cool pet octopus out of it.

Her backstory hits me right in the feels. Seriously, being ordered by your estranged father to kill your lover--and not even having any idea that he's your father until after the fact? Ouch.

Becoming a dictator may have been a bit much, though

And the moral of the story is: listen to ryusouta's covers of these songs. (No, but seriously, they're awesome.) And the Evillious Chronicles is a crazy series, but the Vocaloid fandom wouldn't be the same without it.

#vocaloid #evillious chronicles #evillious fanart #duke venomania #banica conchita #riliane lucifen d'autriche #margarita blankenheim #kayo sudou #gallerian marlon #nemesis sudou #vocaloid seven deadly sins #evillious seven deadly sins #evillious deadly sins #seven deadly sins

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minevn · 1 year

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(I'm sorry for the mistakes) Why did LI love MC?

Minato: You can actually go Minato's route without him liking you, and realistically it would probably take a bit longer for Minato to really like you, but because the game is only going to be a week long y'know. At first it's just a protective thing, you came to him when you were being stalked and he wants you to be safe, but when he kept checking up on you and hanging out with you, getting to know you and everything he started to develop feelings.

Haruto: He's known you since you two were babies, and you had never had the expectations from him that older sibling get, whenever he'd get in trouble, you'd defend him or talk to him, saying that it was unfair that his parents had those expectations when he was just a child as well. He had grown up with you always by his side and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Jun: Honestly when Jun was younger she just thought you were REALLY beautiful. She was also interested since she always saw you with Aki, and whenever Jun would ask, Aki would always say nice things. And then Jun started noticing them as well as other little things about you. She wanted to get closer to you but you were always focused on Aki! Then again, Jun was pretty shy when he was younger, and now that she's older she's changed to be someone she wants, which is more confident. She can actually hold a conversation with you now, so hopefully you two can be closer and she gets to learn more about you from you. She can't wait to fall harder.

Hoshi: Much like Minato, you can go his route without ever romancing him, and in pretty much every route, you two hate each other. In his route he decides to give you a chance, but he thinks you're pretty boring. If you're a more passive person, he really likes your kindness, it's been a while since kindness has been shown to him or at least until he's accepted it. However, if you argue back with him, he'll still enjoy your guy's banter. Being patient and kind with him though is definitely the way to his heart. Really, he likes it a lot, not that he'll ever admit it. You were the first person he could open his heart up to again after his ex. Once again, realistically, it would take longer for him to start loving you but with this being a game with limited time y'know some liberties needed to be taken.

Habiki: Another one who you can go without romancing. He likes that you never judge him for his own hobbies. People just thought of him as the older brother of the Kikuchi Restaurant and didn't expect him to have much more to him, but you treated him like a real person, and you seem real. You even encouraged him and was by his side when confronting his dad about his dreams despite how Habiki had treated you. Much like his brother and Minato, it would take longer for Habiki to love you but y'know, limited game time. But really he just likes that you're nice and never judge him, you let him be himself and it makes him feel free.

Kage: I've talked a little bit about it before :3 He was always interested in you since he saw how much his brother liked you, to the point of obsession. It started off as curiosity, they wanted to see why Haruto liked you so much. Thus began the stalking, and he still didn't really understand at first, but he was determined. There were a few things at first, and then the reasons kept growing and growing, down to the littlest of details that he though just looked perfect when you did them. And when he could afford camera's and set them up in your room, and he could watch you just be YOURSELF, without having to worry about societies stupid expectations and standards. He liked that you were human.

Kei: Canonically, the mc is a hard worker and was either second or third ranked in class. Kei being first and Haruto being second or third(He made sure you two often switched second and third place, that time it was equal :3) Kei find knowledge and hard workers EXTREMELY attractive so he was drawn to you, you made a good study partner and actually did the work and tried while others typically just used him for a quick and easy grade. HOWEVER, if you want your mc to not be like super smart, then as long as you try and don't use Kei then he likes you! He likes seeing you try hard, determination is also attractive to him, and he doesn't mind helping you if you get stuck. Some cute little tutoring moments can take place. But yeah, canonically he really likes how smart and hard working you are. There's also a bit more, but that's spoilers.

Yani: I've also talked a bit about this one :3 Yani grew up unloved by pretty much everyone around it, it's own parents and older brother, the teachers and staff and all his other peers. No one accepted Yani. But you were the first person nice to him, even your later rudeness towards him he ignored just because you were nice to him one time. She had given out tons of love letters to people that she had seen but never knew, and they weren't nice to her like you were. To be honest, she didn't know nice people existed until she met you. There's more reasons but that's spoilers :)

Aki: Much like Haruto, she has known you for a long time, since kindergarten. She grew up with you, and she knows you probably just as well as Haruto. She's fine if you don't like her back, but she still wants to spend the rest of her life with you, she really loves you. She loves your personality and it fills her with warmth every time you two hang out, she loves the feeling.

#💝-minevn #visual novel #yandere vn #🎤-asks #🐠-Minato #📙-Haruto #🎀-Jun #🍽️-Hoshi #🎻-Habiki #👤-Kage #💻-Kei #💕-Yani #🐍-Aki

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xluxsolarisx · 7 months

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Air Traffic Controller <- new musics ^^👍

yay new musics!!! i am like a tiger that found a new meat pumpkin to roll around in my enclosure :3 anyway i only listened to a few of their top songs on spotify bc i'm lazy but i liked them more than i thought i would!!

i think this one is my favorite actually! i like the creepy vibe and the way the singer doesn't really stop or change the tempo except for the chorus, gives it like a droning rambling kind of losing it vibe, very nice ^^

god what a fucking mood. yeah i can relate to this one, i like the way it's sung very frantically and rushed in relation with the lyrics. you gotta slow down and appreciate what you got unless you wanna spend your life in search of something you'll never find :/

this one i really liked too!! i should listen to the full album sometime all the songs i've listened to so far are super good, hopefully it's a pattern c: this one makes me feel badass listening to it. like if i were a cool buff werewolf and honestly i'm into it >:3

aside from those three, i also listened to some other new music!!! also only three songs but c'est la vie

this one gives me paper idol vibes kinda, sweet :3 y'know i genuinely did not know this was about drugs until i got on genius to look at the lyric analysis. like i genuinely thought this was about either being a Cool Badass or like the general feeling a sugar high gave you. twelfth grade english teacher i'm so sorry....i don't deserve the a i got both semesters if this is how i'm using it 😔

i understand this is super super dark but have you considered: the vocals are very nice. i'm so obsessed with the singer's VOICE.... it reminds me of like a 50s and more ranged kate bush, very nice :) but not just that!!! the TONAL CONTROL, the TEMPO, the KEY SWITCHES....all genuinely genius. i wish there was more stuff from the band, the last album was in 2012 and i'm not sure if they're just on a long hiatus or broke up entirely but i hope it's the former, i really liked this song :(

i've been getting into will wood lately and i think his voice is so goofy and fun. i like how he distracts you with it and the trumpets but the lyrics are super deep and clever if you think about it. he does that for all his songs and i don't think i could pick a favorite out of his songs honestly. like if i HAD to i would choose memento mori i guess. MAYBE the vampire culture part of suburbia overture but only for the growling, i'm a sucker for when singers growl. especially when women do it but will wood gets a pass too. because i am an egalitarian. you're welcome.

thanks for the recommendation!! i had a lot of fun listening to new music, it was nice to branch out. i probably wouldn't have listened to air traffic controller if you didn't suggest it and i'm glad you did <3

#i've also been listening to a lot of that handsome devil!#i found them bc of charlie's inferno and worked my way to their older stuff. SUPER underrated band go check them out!!! they're super cool #MUSIC‼‼💯💯🔥🔥#fortunes told (asks)

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comic-sans-chan · 1 year

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Well, I've been thinking about it again, and I've come to the conclusion there is no version of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship that wouldn't have ended in a breakup. Maybe if Gabriel hadn't shown up, it wouldn't have come so quickly, but it always would have happened this way.

Not to link fandoms, but this was an issue we ran into with another show ages ago. I was a teenager in that fandom and it was a bittersweet comfort show about child neglect, alcohol abuse and growing up too fast, and the main ship was incredibly dysfunctional. This made sense, because both characters had baggage. The show promised again and again, these two are soulmates and will end up together eventually, but when it ended, the creator of the show said, "Yeah, I want to make a sequel where they're older and have broken up." This was devastating to many of us. I outright ignored it for a while. True love means forever, why would they break up? The creator promised they would end up happy together, so this separation period made no sense. How can two people be right and wrong? But as I got older and the world's shapes began to take on more definition, the more sense it made. Of course they would break up. They were both already broken.

I think with a lot of stories, particularly the ones we come back to again and again, we tend to fall into similarly comfortable conclusions about those stories. Of course, once a story is over, why would anyone's first instinct be to come up with ways in which the ending is doomed? Good Omens ended with Aziraphale and Crowley fighting to be together and winning, so we accepted that. What they have is true love and true love is forever. That's supposed to be the end.

But it's not. Of course it's not.

Crowley is from a household of abuse. Two households. He started out innocent and ended up falling into a hole with a bunch of other angry children and got the innocence beaten out of him over six thousand years. Only, he still had a friend from that old household. A good one. That friend was like him but smarter, more careful, so he learned from him. He learned to be cautious. He learned to keep secrets. And he loved his friend to the point it became an obsession to keep him safe from both physical and emotional harm. He didn't want Aziraphale to ever have to go through what he did. That obsession turned into its own kind of damnation, for both of them.

Aziraphale is still in that old house, but he does know how to keep his mouth shut and his head down. He knows not to ask questions. He knows not to make suggestions. He just does his job, takes the hits with a smile, and figures out ways to be happy in secret. He rebels quietly, where no one can see him. One of his key characteristics is that he's intelligent. It shows.

They've grown up on opposite sides of a fence. They've argued since the beginning. They agree on outcomes but never the footpaths to those outcomes. They've never totally seen eye-to-eye, they've always tried to twist the other to their way of thinking, they've never quite respected each other. This was clear in Season 1 already, but Season 2 shows that they still don't know how to work together. They're more aware of the other's plans now, but those plans are never the same. Aziraphale thinks Crowley's plans are silly, is unsurprised when they fail. Crowley thinks Aziraphale is being all-around ridiculous, is only willing to humor him up to a point. They swap places again with Aziraphale driving Crowley's car and Crowley running the shop, but Aziraphale changes the Bentley to suit him and Crowley throws books haphazardly about. They adore each other, but there's no respect, and this is what culminates in their breakup.

It's a painful truth, but children of abuse often end up in dysfunctional relationships. When you have no idea what love looks like, it's hard to emulate. That's just the way it is. The dysfunctional beliefs that spring forth from abuse need to be unlearned and the realities of how life and love really work need to be trained. It's no wonder Aziraphale and Crowley love humans so much, then--we've shown them possibilities they never could have dreamed of. But it's not enough.

Crowley learned to hide, so he hides. He doesn't believe in happily ever after. He never chased Aziraphale because he thought retirement with him would be joyful; he only chased him because he loved him. He doesn't move into the bookshop. He doesn't tell Aziraphale he's living in his car. He doesn't tell Aziraphale the full extent of Gabriel's evil or Shax's threats. He hides in his car and thinks of how to keep Aziraphale safe and unburdened. He yells at humans to feed the ducks correctly and gets drunk. He knows how tenuous safety is, so he doesn't feel safe. That's it, that was the ending he fought for. The ending he expected.

Aziraphale does believe in happily ever after, though. He expected Crowley to stay in the bookshop, but Crowley simply wouldn't. He tries to goad him over in every way he can think of, but it never works. Crowley maintains distance, maintains the clearly set boundary lines of "mine" and "yours." Aziraphale has fully accepted Their Side, but his idea of Their Side is different from Crowley's. He expected the world. He expected big sweeping kisses and dancing and sharing everything with each other. He calls Crowley constantly and Crowley runs to his side every time he needs him, but he always leaves after. Aziraphale fought for safety and believes he won it. This wasn't the ending Aziraphale expected.

It's easy to imagine now, when you take a step back and really absorb the landscape, Neil and Terry discussing sequels and saying, "Well, of course they would separate, so the sequel would begin with that. They've split, Aziraphale is back in Heaven trying to fix things, and we go from there." It's not the first time they've broken up, but it is the first time they've been able to be properly together, so of course it wouldn't work. Not right away. Not at first.

They're just at the beginning of the unlearning, and we go from there.

#my posts #good omens #go #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #this post is two weeks old now lmao I'm clearing house #wrote this at like 2 am #for anyone still struggling

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Okay, time to jump back into the pits of IDV lore...

Character Introduction:

Alice DeRoss had a fulfilling childhood and a happy family. Enlightened and gentle parents, kind and reliable playmates shaped her optimistic and cheerful personality.

However, a tragic accident at the age of six changed everything, the family fell overnight, she was also known as the daughter of misfortune, suffered from hysteria and was sent to the orphanage.

She experienced both mental and physical torture in the orphanage until she was secretly adopted by a medical professor as an experimental subject and brought to Melbourne when she was 14 years old.

With prolonged medication and physical therapy, she gradually regained consciousness, however, it is perhaps more cruel to live soberly in hell than to live unaware in human world.

Luckily, the voice that existed in her memory kept saving her back to the brink of collapse repeatedly. Finally, all this changed her, but did not destroy her.

At the age of 21, Alice escaped back to England and became a social journalist in anonymity, looking for the truth about the tragedy and the disappearance of her playmates.

As an adult, Alice is elegant and intelligent, tough and brave personality, good at observation and disguise, as well as having excellent oratorical talent and analytical ability, unforgettable, able to sharply capture the emotions of others, however, because of pathological reasons, and drug testing at an early age, her sense of fear to be significantly weaker than normal, but also have more than normal endurance.

But even if she overcame the nightmare of the past, but it does not remove it. When alone, Alice de Rose[sic] has a serious cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, always wears gloves and hates sharp sounds.[3]

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Oh okay, so Orpheus was basically her guiding light during the time she was being used as a lab rat.... guiding her out of the Underworld, so to speak...

OKAY.

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A Crumpled Medical Report (2024):

(The back of the paper is covered in sawdust, while the front bears fragmented information written in somewhat juvenile handwriting.) Greetings. It seems I was correct—you found my message. Someone left a pen here—I've hidden it in the crevice between the second window and the iron bars. Perhaps they hoped you'd write something down, as I have. ... Greetings. Yes, I've found them. I'll write down what I remember, then return them to their place. The nurses wouldn't want any extra things lying about the room now, would they? ... I seem to have forgotten something... What a good start—at least I remember that I forgot something. ... They had my favorite chestnut cake this morning. ... No, wasn't breakfast raspberry cake? ... Who are you? ... Someone changed my medication. It must've been the one who left the pen. ... Who are you? ... If you're reading this, then you've guessed correctly... ... Who are you? ... I've discovered Dr. Bourbon's secret. ... Who are you? ... Remember, you've already forgotten "who I am..." ... Who are you? ... That key is in Dr.Bourbon's drawer. ... Who are you? ... They seem to have noticed the issue with the medication, but no matter, we can strike tonight. ... Welcome back, my bravest Nightingale.

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I'M....

ORPHEUS HELPED HER ESCAPE FROM THE SCIENTISTS?

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Also, my sleep deprived ass thought this letter was talking about a future event, but it's actually talking about Alice's time at the orphanage.

December 23rd, 1894 Myles (迈尔西) Orphanage

Dear Mr. ▇▇▇,

We’re terribly sorry to inform you that we were unable to approve your request of adoption regarding Alice. However, please believe us when we say that this has nothing to do with adoption fees; instead, it is about ethical considerations - we believe that members of her family, relatives by blood, would be a better fit (I hope you understand what I mean).

Despite this, you may still visit her as a friend, but we would not suggest doing so at the moment. Her current condition is worrisome. Since her arrival, her mental state has been on the border between consciousness and insanity. Any slight irritation will cause her to continuously scream shrilly, and scratching became her only form of communication with others. Even when she is in her more conscious state, she refuses to interact with others, but she can at least act independently. Therefore, we were forced to arrange a room alone. Now, this may sound immoral, but it can guarantee that she will not put anyone in harm’s way - especially, herself. To be frank, when compared to the other children, she already receives extremely special treatment. However, the doting and care the workers provide (Oh, goodness, they all love little Alice so much), and separately assigned room arrangements both require tremendous sums of money (For all I know, there’s been a number of people who have told me in secret that Alice belongs in an asylum and not an orphanage). Of course, “Benevolence treats all people equally” is our orphanage’s goal: we will do our best to ensure her living conditions here, within our current economic situation.

Perhaps, after a while, when her condition is stable, we will contact you for a visit. But, in the meantime, please wait patiently and have faith in us to protect every child that is sent here. We truly hope Alice is able to swiftly recover, and receive - as well as, be able to - enjoy her happy life.

Sincerely,

The Head of Myles (迈尔西) Orphanage

(The word “LIAR” is scrawled onto the letter, in large, capital red letters.)

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The person who wrote this letter is heavily implied to be Orpheus...

Before everyone gets all up in arms: Orpheus is three years older than Alice... he's not some grown man, lmao

#identity v #everytime i read the lore im like. damn. IDV fans are liars LOL

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wrestlingisfake · 3 months

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A Post-Ratings World

This week's episode of Dynamite drew 502,000 viewers, the lowest number ever in its normal timeslot. So I found this Fightful Select article interesting, because they spoke to sources within WBD about the rating, and whether it will impact the ongoing TV rights negotiations. The article is behind a paywall, but the gist is that the WBD reps do not give a shit, and thing the low number is not a big deal. One source is even quoted as saying "Wouldn't really put much into one week's number, although I know the wrestling community likes to go nuclear with these kinds of one-offs."

TV ratings have been a staple of pro wrestling discourse since the Monday Night Wars. If you were trying to argue that WCW was beating the WWF, you pointed to the ratings. Even after WCW shut down, the steady decline of WWE's ratings over the next 20 years was a frequent talking point, even as it barely affected the product. Nowadays, though, it's not obvious what weekly network viewership numbers have to do with the health of a wrestling promotion--I've seen more than a few fans wonder why people obsess over these numbers.

The shorthand analysis you see in wrestling fandom goes like this: WCW's ratings fell below a certain point, and they shut down. TNA's ratings never got any higher than a certain point, so they never became a serious competitor with WWE. Thus, any time WWE's ratings fell in that range, there'd be doom and gloom about the promotion. One of the key anti-AEW talking points is that Dynamite draws ratings well below WCW's best days.

My personal pet theory, back before AEW launched, was that WWE's ratings would eventually fall to a point that would bite them in the ass. The network executives were paying shitloads of money for Raw and Smackdown to deliver a target number of viewers (or, later, a particular number in the key demos). Sooner or later, I reasoned, WWE would fall below that target, and the TV execs would wise up and start paying smaller shitloads of money, which would fundamentally change WWE's business model. I didn't pretend to know what that magic number was--it was clearly lower than the embarrassing ratings Raw posted in late 2018. But it seemed inevitable that WWE would find the bottom.

Today, though, it's pretty clear my theory didn't pan out. AEW and NXT have demonstrated that the networks will pay good money for wrestling shows that draw far fewer viewers than Raw did in 2018. If there is a bottom for WWE, we're probably not going to find out what it is, especially since Raw is moving to Netflix, and I suspect the rest of WWE's programming will not be far behind. That will defuse the argument that Dynamite is in trouble because its numbers are X% of WWE, because Netflix won't make that data public. At that point, we'll only be able to compare AEW's ratings year-over-year. But as the Fightful article demonstrates, there's no reason to think WBD execs are worried about AEW's numbers, so there's no telling how far AEW is from the bottom. And the day could come when AEW migrates to Max, or Amazon Prime Video, or something like that.

I don't want to give the impression that viewership is a meaningless statistic. It's a very important metric for the bottom line of a televised wrestling promotion. But our ability as fans to interpret that metric, from the outside looking in, is weaker than it's ever been. More and more, our best indication of a promotion's stability isn't the weekly ratings but the lump sum of the TV rights deal every four or five years. Those numbers are locked in for WWE, but as for AEW we'll have to wait a few months and see.

#wwe #aew #wrestling ratings

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Book review: Scifi

As I said in my last post, I finished two books fairly close together. This was the second one I read.

The book I'm talking about today is

Loch Ness Leap by Sandy Schofield

So, this one's a little different than the books I normally read and review. I will occasionally read scifi or dystopian, but most of the time I read romance and fantasy. I wanted to read this one because it is based off of one of my absolute favorite shows, Quantum Leap!

If you've never watched Quantum Leap, don't know what it's about, here's the intro:

“Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Doctor Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished... He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so Doctor Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home…”

Oh, I love it! The original one. I refuse to watch the remake. I refuse to let them ruin it.

Anyway, I HIGHLY recommend the show, it's beautiful and so much fun, and I've rewatched it like twelve times and it never gets old! The original one. The one with Scott Bakula and Dean Stockwell, not the new mess they're making.

So because of my obsession with that gorgeous show, I found me a book. Really, if I'm remembering correctly, my sister found it at the Goodwill and handed it to me which I then obviously bought. And yes, I'm aware that's bad grammar, it's just fun to use bad grammar sometimes!

Here's the blurb:

Sam Beckett leaps into the body of Dr. Donald Harding, a theoretical physicist, who has come to Loch Ness where his son is trying to prove the existence of the fabled Nessie and where Sam encounters a strangely familiar young woman who holds the key to Sam's own future.

And here's what I think:

Ok, so first of all, I don't really care about the Loch Ness monster, so this would not have been my first choice of Quantum Leap books, but this was the one we found at the Goodwill, so this is the one I had.

It was... okay. I will admit, I was a little disappointed with it. I love Quantum Leap and have actually written a few flash fiction which I am really pleased with. I feel like the characters could have been written a little better. There were times I could hear Sam's voice in my head while I was reading, but I couldn't really hear Al saying anything he said in the book. Which made me sad.

Also, one of my favorite parts of the show is the interaction between Sam and Al, but there was very little of that in this book, which also disappointed me.

I couldn't find any triggers, other than a rocky relationship between a father and son, but I'm not sure that really qualifies. There were maybe a few mild swears, but I don't remember if there actually were any or not.

So, in short, I read it. Wasn't the biggest fan. I would rather watch the show. My recommendation would be to watch the show. Seriously. You should watch it. It's so good. I wouldn't necessarily recommend Loch Ness Leap. If I find more books based off the show, I'll let you know how they are, but based off of my experience with this one, I wouldn't expect much.

I'll be back with more book reviews soon! I think I said in my last post that I'm working on two books again, which is true. I'm not sure how I feel about them just yet, but I'll let you know!

#booklover #bookworm #books #books and reading #reading #book review #quantum leap #sam beckett #al calavicci #time travel #scifi

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Happy Birthday! (I'm also a January baby.) So I'll be traveling down to Nashville next week to visit my newborn niece (Who will also a January baby). It's a 8 hour drive so I'm sure my mind will be wandering with daydreams about Pedro boys. So random asks for random thoughts then: 1) Where in the world would you want to be locked down if it was just you and Dieter, and doing what? 2) Dream vacation to with Frankie? 3)Ezra gifts you the gem of your dreams, what does it look like?

THANK YOU!

I hope you have a safe and uneventful (in the car at least) trip! 8 hours is a long drive, but it's for a good reason, so I'm sure it's well worth it for you! I've never been to Nashville, but it's on my list of places I really want to go (my sister has been a few times and always talks to me about this place called Taco Mamacita's and this drink she had when she was there that she describes as an alcoholic frosty called a Bushwacker? I need one.)

Daydreaming about the Pedro boys is always a good way to pass the time - I too will likely be doing a great deal of that while driving (and flying) next week.

But these are good questions.

1) Where in the world would you want to be locked down if it was just you and Dieter, and doing what?

I would love for it to be somewhere SUPER low key like a cabin somewhere where we wouldn't have to change out of our pajamas for like a week straight. Get the groceries delivered and just spend the entire time enjoying each other's company. I feel like he's good in the Hollywood setting, but he would thrive in a much less structured environment, too. Because I don't buy the whole "he's incapable of caring for himself" idea that so many people seem to latch onto. He's smart, capable and self aware - he just chooses to act like an aloof idiot because then no one expects much from him. Just give him somewhere he can be himself and not worry about putting on an act.

2) Dream vacation to with Frankie?

Would want him to fly us somewhere - I think that Frankie would have a lot of fun in a place where there was a lot to do, but doing these things wasn't difficult. Sightseeing, enjoying new food and drinks, exploring a tiny little town or city ... laid back but sort of educational seems to be his speed. The military history he's got would help to keep the two of you on a schedule, but even if the rest of what you did was less structured, it would be well worth it. I could see him really enjoying the East Coast, specifically Maine, Vermont NH, or maybe the PNW - and ideally, it would be in the fall months for leaf peeping and sightseeing.

3) Ezra gifts you the gem of your dreams, what does it look like?

I am obsessed with moonstone, and have been searching for years for the perfect pendant, so I think it would be a moonstone - or moonstone adjacent (colors, shine etc). I love the irregularly shaped ones, but I'd want it to be polished so that it was shiny and not cloudy, if that makes sense.

I also really like opals, but they're supposed to be bad luck to wear unless you were born in October.

#ask something-tofightfor #thank you!#birthday sleepover!#theredwritingwitch #these were such good questions #ezra and frankie and dieter

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holotape-diaries · 7 months

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[ Cillian ] Circumstance

My name is Cillian Ward, and I'm 33 years old. Well, 243 years old, I guess.

I've never been one for keeping journals, but Pops always said its incredibly important in times like this, helps keep your head straight and memories sound.

So here goes, I guess? Sorry if this doesn't sound professional, I'm just typing words as they come to me.

The bombs fell Saturday morning, October 23rd, 2077. Pops managed to get me a place in the vault before he died a few years back, and I didn't want that to go to waste. So many people couldn't get in. I wanted to help but the boots in uniform pushed me onto the elevator after confirming I was on their list. Before I could object any further, a bomb hit. Giant mushroom cloud, south of Boston. It was so bright. The elevator started going down, I heard the shock wave go over the top of the elevator shaft.

I don't remember much about going into the vault itself, other than being in some kind of shock. I remember being given a vault suit to change into, then being asked to climb into a "decontamination pod", which I did. My immediate memory following that is waking up face-down on the floor in the pod chamber.

Most of my neighbors were dead. Most seem to have passed away in their sleep in the pods after the life support failed. 2 other pods were open. One was my old neighbor Nora, she had a gunshot wound on her chest. The other pod was empty, and I'm assuming it was her husband Nate, because I couldn't find him in the other pods, and her wedding ring was missing. I hope he's doing okay. And that he wasn't the one who shot her.

The vault had been cleared out as best as I could tell, being woken up from cyro-sleep really gives you a headache. Apparently the cockroaches are bigger now? I'm just glad I wasn't the one who had to deal with them, they were all dead by the time I was leaving. I had to take one of those Pip-Boys off one of the bodies at the hatch. The hatch was already open, which I'm assuming was Nate's work, but the elevator wouldn't come down unless I had a Pip-Boy plugged in when I hit the button.

There is snow covering everything now. Which was great when the elevator reached the surface, the sunlight bounced off the snow into my eyes and really helped the migraine I had. Spent a while resting in the little command station at the top of the elevator to let my head clear up and my eyes adjust. I also looked up the date while I was in there, that was a nice little shock. 210 years to the day since I went into the vault.

I made my way back down to the neighborhood, Sanctuary. The name doesn't really fit anymore. Nate and Nora's old Mr. Handy was trimming a dead bush. Codsworth, I think they called it. I gave it a wide berth, I don't think he noticed me. My house was a wreck, and I could hear noises inside. The root cellar was still locked and the hiding spot for the key was undisturbed, which I took as a good sign. I unlocked the root cellar and ducked inside, locking the door behind me. Pops gave up on converting this into a bomb shelter pretty early on when he realized it wasn't deep enough to provide meaningful protection from any radiation, but he still kept it stocked up and livable for other emergencies. Old man was obsessed with survival and I'm glad. Surprisingly most of the food was still good, I tried not to think about what was in the preservatives that let them last for this long. After some food and drink, I laid down on the mattress and fell asleep before I realized it.

I woke up a few hours later, undisturbed. The cellar door was still locked. All of the lessons Pops taught me on our camping trips over the years makes me think that falling asleep there was not a smart thing to do, but Pops never really taught me what to do after being frozen for 200 years. Can't really blame him for that though. I grabbed the handgun he kept down here, a Five-Seven 10mm, a few boxes of ammo and a change of clothes. I feel like walking around in a vault-suit might attract more attention than I'm comfortable with. Not too sure about the Pip-Boy either, but that seems to have some very useful features, so I'll live with it for now.

I opened the doors of the root cellar to light snow. I've since learned the clear skies I saw when leaving the vault are a rarity, as the weather seems to be fog, snow, fog and snow, or blizzard for the most part. I checked out my old house, unfortunately its not just the cockroaches that are large now. Had to use the gun to kill some giant flies. I told myself then that my assumption should be that all bugs are huge, and unfortunately that's proven to be correct so far.

I was able to scavenge some goods from the other houses in the neighborhood before Codsworth noticed me. The robot seems a bit senile but wasn't hostile. It kept talking to me as if I was Nate? I think everything that's happened has left him somewhat worse for wear. Codsworth eventually mentioned that there were survivors down in Concord, before abruptly turning away and trimming the same dead bush he was trimming before.

I found a few bobby pins while I was investigating the other homes, so I took the opportunity to pick the locks on some of the safes I found. I figured I should shake off some of the rust and its not like these families were around anymore to miss this stuff. I'd always suspected one of my neighbors to be a chem dealer, and I feel that the copious amounts of ammo and chems I found in his house proves my theory. I had to disarm a bomb before I could pick his safe. His terminal still worked by some small miracle, but it was locked and I never could figure out how to properly hack those things. Pops tried to teach me, it was just one of those things that never stuck.

Crossing over the bridge, I found two dead bodies, a man and what appeared to be a hairless dog. I rolled the man over, it wasn't Nate. He did have a nice heavy coat I was happy to take possession of, and there was a military duffel bag underneath the minutemen monument nearby containing a combat rifle and some ammo. I took the time to head back into Sanctuary and cobble together a crude scope for it.

Across the bridge again, I ran into my first living person. Dressed in rags that seemed entirely inappropriate for the weather, they stopped me and thanked me for saving their life? Before I could say anything they pressed a bottle cap into my hands and ran away. I stuffed the bottle cap into my pockets and made my way to the Red Rocket. I used to come here for Nuka-Colas back in the day, now it just sat empty. As I walked into the Red Rocket a dog ran up to me. This one wasn't hairless like the dead one up the street, looked like a German Shepherd mix? He seemed friendly enough. I named him Paddy, but I've since been told that his name is Dogmeat. Dogmeat seems to want to stick with me and I can't say I hate the company, I've always loved dogs.

As we were leaving Red Rocket, Dogmeat and I were attacked by what I can only describe as giant naked mole rats? I read about these things in a text book years ago when I was in school, although I'm pretty sure they weren't this big or aggressive. I'll chalk this up to the radiation, like the bugs. Bullets seemed pretty effective against them, at least.

As I made my way down into Concord I took the time to investigate the empty houses I could get into and this seems like a good habit, as I found ammo, medical supplies and other useful sundries, including a messenger bag to help carry things.

I was about to turn onto main street when Dogmeat barked and growled. I stopped and heard gunshots ringing out. The snow had picked up into a blizzard so I couldn't see more than a dozen or so feet ahead. I don't know if Dogmeat is trained or not, but either way he's an incredibly useful companion to have.

I ducked into one of the nearby shops with my pistol drawn, poking my head out of the doorway to try and see what was going on. Between the gunshots I could hear shouting. They were shooting at the Museum of Freedom, and someone was shooting back with a laser rifle, based on the energy bolts.

While I was creeping closer I got shot at. The bullet only grazed me but still caused my neck to bleed pretty badly. After patching myself up, I shot the man who shot at me. That was my first time killing someone. I've been told since then that these people are known as Raiders, barbaric and nomadic gangs who would sooner kill you for what you have than try and ask for it. Even though its self-defense, I still don't like the idea of taking a life. Unfortunately that seems to be the rule of nature now.

When the fighting had stopped, an individual on the balcony of the Museum of Freedom shouted for me to grab the "laser musket" on the ground nearby and come inside to help him, as there were raiders inside trying to get to a group of survivors he was protecting. I grabbed the laser musket he was referring to, some kind of modified laser rifle with a hand-crank, some energy cells, and ducked inside the museum.

Almost instantly I was getting shot at, so I had to duck into a hallway to the side. After figuring out how to arm it, I used the laser musket to slowly clear out the museum. This place was a total wreck, the whole middle floor seems to have caved in. The raiders equipment seemed to be all over, most were using what appeared to be home-made weapons, but a few had some clearly made before the bombs fell, notably one had a hunting shotgun I took for myself, while another had some thermal goggles. I questioned where they found such a treasure but did not linger on it for long.

With the threat inside cleared out, the man from the balcony opened the door to the office they had been holed up in, and introduced himself as Preston Garvey, a minuteman. After getting over the chronological whiplash, Preston and one of the survivors named Sturges filled me in on their plan to escape. Would I be willing to pilot a suit of Power Armor, rip a mini-gun off of the crashed vertibird, and escort them to safety? All they needed was a fusion core from the generator down in the basement, which was behind a locked door.

Pops actually worked on some of the early prototypes for Power Armor and I always liked seeing them in action on news broadcasts, even if the circumstances around their deployment was one of conflict. I agreed to help out and quickly made my way down to the basement. The lock on the door wasn't particularly complex, so I grabbed the fusion core and made my way to the roof.

As I slotted the core into the Power Armor, I could hear shouting from the street. Sounded like raiders and something more… robotic? The voices that I assumed were raiders were shouting something about "synths". I climbed into the Power Armor and ripped the mini-gun off of the vertibird. They weren't kidding about the extra strength the Power Armor gave, the mini-gun came free without effort on my part.

I peeked over the edge of the roof, but the blizzard was made it difficult to see what was going on down on the street. I hopped off the roof and landed on the street with a very satisfying crash. In the moment, the mini-gun felt like overkill, so I put it down and used the hunting shotgun I found earlier to clear out anything shooting at me. Upon closer inspection, some of the bodies appeared to be robotic in nature, I assume these were the synths I heard the raiders shouting about.

My scavenging was interrupted by a loud crash, followed by a deep roar and screams coming from the end of the street. I couldn't see through the fog. Somehow Dogmeat had made his way down to the street, he was growling at whatever was in the fog. The screams stopped. I armed a mine I had taken off of one of the raiders inside he museum and tossed it down the street in the direction I had heard the noises.

Then I saw it. Hunched over but still taller than me by a few feet even in Power Armor. Long horns and claws. It roared at me and I felt a primal dread unlike anything I'd felt before. The closest thing I can equate it to is a fucking dinosaur. Did radiation do this?

The creature lunged forward over my mine, the explosion snapped me back into focus. The creature was injured, but not quite dead. 5 bursts from the shotgun put it down before it got to me.

Heart racing, I took the time to make sure there were no other threats on the street before scavenging what I could from the remains of the raiders, synths and this creature. One of the raiders had a key labelled "Corvega". I'm not quite sure what it means, but I held onto it. I picked up the mini-gun, making a mental note that there is no such thing as 'overkill' anymore, and headed back into the museum.

Preston gave me some energy cells and bottle caps as thanks for helping his group out. Apparently bottle caps are the de-facto currency now. Preston said he wanted to take the group up to a place he'd heard about called Sanctuary, I said I'd escort them up there as I was headed there myself. One of the survivors, Mama Murphy, started talking to me about my "destiny". Except she started talking about "my son". I told her that I don't have a child but she seemed to ignore me, and told me to head to a place called "Diamond City". I mean, okay I guess. I know Nate and Nora had an infant son, Shaun I think his name was, I didn't see him in the vault. Mama Murphy said she had visions from something called "the Sight". If such a thing were true, could her "vision" actually be meant for Nate?

We left the museum and I led the group towards Sanctuary. Preston told me the giant lizard thing is called a "Death Claw". The name seems fitting. Apparently they knew about Sanctuary because of another one of Mama Murphy's visions which seemed to be the cause of some strife within the group, although when Sturges asked for other ideas, none were given. As we crossed the Sanctuary bridge, the energy reading on the fusion core was less than 20%. I walked the suit over to an engine hoist rack in the driveway of one of the houses and got out. The hooks on the hoist lined up rather conveniently with spots on the Power Armor, so I connected the hooks and removed the fusion core. This way no one else could use it against us while it was not in use.

As everyone else filed into different houses, Preston pulled me aside and thanked me again for helping him and asked me for my opinion on Sanctuary. Without thinking I told him it's not like it used to be, confusion Preston greatly. After he asked if I was a "Pre-War Ghoul", then explaining to me what a "Ghoul" even is, I told Preston I lived here before the war and that I had just woken up from being cryogenically frozen. Preston took it much better than I thought he would. Eventually he asked if I would be willing to help him re-establish the Minutemen. He gave me a brief explanation of the group's history, and asked if I would be willing to provide assistance to a settlement further to the south in his stead, as he was focused on keeping this group of survivors safe.

Many years ago, while I was still in high school, I was out camping with my father. The year was ending and I'd found out I'd failed a class, and I remember dreading the thought of telling Pops. We were sitting on the dock of a lake fishing, and I told him about the failed class, and that I would have to take it again next year, and apologized. I expected him to be mad, or disappointed. Instead he smiled, laughed and put his hand on my head. He told me that the only expectation he has of me in this life is that I'm a good person, and that I make time to help those in need when they need help.

My father's words echoed in my ears as I agreed to Preston's request.

That's where I'm at. I've been helping the survivors get settled in Sanctuary. I managed to get Pop's old terminal back online, which is how I'm writing all of this. Once things seem to be sustainable I'm going to head south to the settlement Preston mentioned.

I guess that's all for now. I don't know when I'll get the chance to update this again.

- Cillian

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