#if you’re a doppelgänger looking to fit in

[huskies709]

Been looking at a whole lot of That’s Not My Neighbor lately, and I’ve gotta say: as a horror game, the game is not scary at all.

What is scary, though? The fridge horror of it all.

Just imagine how society must function in this world. You have to match your ID near EXACTLY if you don’t want to get at best held for questioning and at worst ‘cleaned’ by the DDD, and some of these IDs expire 10, 20 years out into the future! Do you even look like your ID within one year of having it?

No dyeing your hair or cutting it, not without warning the DDD or your apartment or your workplace or anywhere else that people might need to be screened for doppelgängers. No nicking yourself while shaving- and if you took your ID photo when clean shaven, you have to do that till god knows how long- and if you do, how do you explain that cut to people? Do you need to have a DNA test done? Have a family member vouch for you? Even if the evidence is accepted by those in power and you are allowed to continue, what of the social stigma? Do people avoid each other when they look differently?

Getting sick, too. Sneezing and coughing can give you a red, irritated nose and a raspy voice- and if the doorman doesn’t trust you then, what do you do? No one would want to be near you, both because they don’t want to feel ill and also because that could mean having no place to sleep or worse.

Speaking of worse. Do you know how many doppelgängers there are? Some nights there are more doppelgängers trying to get into the apartment than there are real people! How does society function at all? Do the doppelgängers have jobs and go to work? Do they know instinctively who other doppelgängers are, or once the area is saturated with them, can they no longer tell? Is this why they don’t attack humans until they are in the safety of their own homes?

Are the apartment buildings the only private, human rich spaces left? How many people are left?

How many humans are left?

And despite all this, people are still having children and going to school and pursuing their passions. Nacha is a teacher- has she seen child doppelgängers get stopped at the front gates of the school before? We know they exist, there are plenty of her child trying to get into their apartment. What does she think about it? Godddd I need a story more to this game so badly. I have so many questions you have no idea

[ncroissant]

switch! doppelgänger francis mosses x dom! gn! reader x sub! francis mosses

summary: double-teaming the real francis with doppel! francis

wc: 1.4k

content warning: nsfw, cock can be viewed as a strap, nipple play (personal fave), throat-fucking, blow jobs, hand jobs, dirty talk, doppel francis is referred to as doppel, wrist burns, tied up francis

author’s note: hellooooo my lovelies !! here is the long awaited fanfic that will hopefully satiate everyone’s preferences from the francis mosses poll yesterday (so i'm a pathalogical liar bc the way this was just sub! francis...) i plan to write many, many more sub! francis content because i cannot imagine him any other way. hope you guys enjoy this :) not proofread, minors please dni !!

“hhGHK-”

“can’t hear you that well down there, francie. speak up f’me?” you smile devlishly, tilting your head to look down at your crotch. francis knelt there with brusied knees, sucking your cock, stroking what he couldn’t fit with two hands.

another francis emerged from behind you, chuckling at his dupilcate’s pitiful state. “is that what the francis of this world is really like? a milk delivery man during the day, then a pathetic little whore who chokes on cocks back at home?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“c’mon, use me too. i would never whine like this while suckin’ on that…” his fingers trailed down your v-line to the base of your cock. “i’m different from this loser…” he pouted, placing his chin on your shoulder, giving you a pleading look.

“m-mmnMPFH, g-GHK!” francis moaned, the vibrations shooting through your cock. he was whiny, but that’s what turned you on the most about your desperate little boyfriend.

you chuckled, gripping at his hair to make him look up at you. “don’t forget to look at me while i fuck your throat, francy,” you instructed as he nodded as best as he could with tears pricking his eyes. the look he gave you was so priceless, his mouth stuff full with your fat cock and drool dripping down his chin.

“yeah, but my dirty boy takes my cock the best,” you praised, making doppel frown. you thrusted your cock deep into francis’ throat, hitting the back of his throat every time you made even the slightest movement.

his eyes rolled back at the thickness and length of your cock, as he exhaled through his nose heavily. he felt his hands drifting down to his bulge, humping the carpet underneath.

you noticed, finally knowing what to do with doppel. “actually, i need you to take care of my needy little boy down there…” you shot francis a glare, shaking your head in disappointment. he whimpered at the action, his eyes widening with tears immediately streaming down his cheeks.

you pulled him off your cock, his saliva connecting to the tip. “haagnh…” he mewled out, his tongue still stuck out, waiting for a sweet treat. “c-cum on my tongue, please…” he begged, placing the tip of your cock on his tongue.

“such a needy boy. always wanting more than what you’re given, huh?” you tutted, grabbing your middle of your cock to tap it roughly on his tongue. he could only moan, feeling his hips shake in anticipating.

“that’s why i have him. to help me discipline you,” you pulled at doppel’s bow to tug him closer, untying it in the process. “c’mere francie. up on my lap,” you patted your lap, holding a hand out for him to get up.

he followed suit, stumbling over his feet a bit, but ultimately sitting on your lap with his back pressed against your chest. his cock was aching in his stupidly tight pants, begging to be let free. his face flushed at the sight of a very different, yet similar version of himself in front of him.

“doppel, c’mere sit on francie’s thigh,” you motioned him over, straightface. you, on the otherhand, begun to tie francis’ wrists above his head with the tie you had previously acquired. doppel obediently followed your instructions, sitting on one of francis’ spread thighs.

“w-what’re we doing?” francis stuttered, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed.

your arms looped around his body, rubbing his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. he jolted. “just punishing you,” you smiled, giving doppel a look. he quickly caught on, unzipping francis’ pants, palming him through his underwear.

your pointer finger tickled at his sensitive nub, while the other hand pinched at his already hardened nipple. francis’ weak spot was his nipples. the way he reacted when you even grazed his nipples made you want to bend him over a bucket and squeeze them until milk came out.

“o-oooH! hnnghh…w-why through my s-shirt?” he whimpered, jutting out his wet lower lip.

you gave him no response, flicking at his buds with your nails, making his arch his back. “gHK! y-you’re too, mnGHHK, rough!” he exclaimed, his brows furrowing. you loved to twist and tug at his nipples.

it was his fault for wearing such a tight uniform shirt. he was just asking to have you toy with his neglected buds that always poked out from the slightly nudge from the shirt fabric. your hands grope his chest, fingers rubbing over them quickly.

doppel wasn’t neglecting francis’ cock either. he was playing lazily with the wet spot on francis’ underwear that leaked pre-cum. it stuck to his pointer finger when he dragged it away, making doppel chuckle at his copy’s sensitivity.

“feel good, francie? squirmin’ so much, hm?” you placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the way his lips shaped into an “o”, mewling at the way you played with his perky nipples. you’d tug on one, flicking the other one quickly.

“g-good, HNGH, o-oghhh...s-so gnhh…” he could barely get a word out, lewd noises just falling out of his lips. you stopped teasing his nipples before slowly unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

doppel wasn’t taking francis seriously, stroking at a pace he thought was slow, but inhumanely too quick for francis. “human dicks are so small. you pleasing anyone with this tiny little guy, huh?” he teased, making eye contact with francis. “oh look, more pre-cum spilled out!”

francis felt how wet his cock was getting, covered in dopel’s spit and his own pre-cum. when he thought he only had to focus on doppel, your hands came back to grope at his chest. you could now visibly see the pink plushness of his nipples.

“looks like something might come out if i squeeze hard enough, right francie?” you whispered in his ear, rolling your fingers around the bud.

“same thing on my end,” doppel chimed in, rubbing his thumb over francis’ slit.

francis shivered at the thought, feeling his high come at lightning speed. the way the tips of your fingers would flick at his nipples combined with doppel’s inhumane strokes made the poor boy explode.

“ooonghhh, ‘m c-cumming soon, mmngh! HGK! c-cumming!” he bursted into doppel’s palm, collapsing into your arms. your movement slowed slightly, but you continued to flick at the tips of his nipples.

doppel took note of this, playing with the slit of his dick, playing with the foreskin. “human stamina is so pathetic. surely you’re not done now?” doppel leaned down, lapping francis’ cum with his monstrous cum.

“UGHK? i-i jus’, hic, came…hnnn…” he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, feeling his aching tip burn. regardless of his pleads, he still rutting his cock into doppel’s mouth for additional friction.

“show me what your pretty chest looks like now, francie,” you ordered, as he puffed out his chest for you to see properly over his chest. you hummed deciding to untie him so he could give you a real show.

his wrists were red from shaking against the restraints so you pressed chaste kisses against the burns. “that’s not how you show me, is it?” he shook his head, shaking from the way doppel was sucking his dick.

francis’ fingers stretched the skin around his nipples, properly showing you the puffiness of his teased buds. he looked up at you with his fingers strewn across his chest with a teary-eyed expression.

“such a perfect boy f’me,” you praised, ruffling his locks. “so good that you can take another hour of teasing before taking my cock, right?” you grinned, your hands finding their rightful spot on his chest.

‘e-EUGH! yesyesyes…i can take it, hngh!” he nodded furiously, his hips shaking like a dog in heat.

“good boy,” you nodded, sticking your fingers into his already open mouth. you and doppel had a long night ahead of you.

taglist: @lordragamuffin

[paymechildsupport]

I've never done a request before so please bear with me🥲

I was wondering if you could do another Francis Mosses x reader.

I really enjoyed your Spouse!Reader x doppelgänger!Francis and wanted to see your take on D.D.D. trainee!Reader x doppelganger! Francis, where we get sent out to 'take care' of Francis.

Really excited to see what you do with this prompt🙏🏾

>nahhh this is a devious prompt, -- I gotchu 🙏😈🙏😈

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“Does this please you, Officer?”  // Doppel!Francis x DDD Officer Reader

--Doppelgänger!Francis x DDD Reader tasked with his neutralization 🙏

-!! AFAB Reader, -- though genetalia isn't outright explicity stated -(?) -- there is room for your imagination though 😋

-!! CW: nsfw- (smut), ; Dubcon /// Hand-job; sex against a wall; degradation; implied overstimulation

A/N: the number of Francis requests are CRAZY, -- and I completely understand why, -- man's actually majestic <3.

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This was not how you planned to spend your Tuesday night,— grumpy and exhausted, woken up mid-sleep by an emergency dispatch.

“Mm… hello.?” Your groggy voice speaks into the ringing phone, eyes still sticky from sleep. 

“Emergency Dispatch: Doppelgänger identified at Complex II,— repeat, doppelgänger identified at complex II,— dispatch agent, neutralize the threat”. They clicked off, leaving you alone in the dark. 

Fuuuuuuck…. 

You fit yourself to your uniform quickly, practically ripping the hazmat suit in an attempt to get inside. Stupid cheap uniform. 

Hurriedly, you grabbed your gear before rushing out the door, immediately stopping to softly tiptoe down the hall, (it would be inconsiderate to wake your neighbors at this hour).

You bolt out the complex, trying your best with the minimal light from the lampposts to groggily stumble your way to Complex II. You recall briefly the mention of a new doorman, a rookie. You figured it made sense,— poor new guy’s first day and he’s greeted by what you can assume as a particularly aggressive doppelgänger. 

Trudging up to the looming building, you approach the iron bound mechanical door. You can see immediately the shutters to the doorman’s office are closed, bits of movement visible from the gaps in the blinds. The poor dude was in shambles. 

You approach the gate, eyes locking on the figure of the doppelgänger, 

Hmm, let’s see who it is tonight…

You’re surprised to see the handsome face of your milkman staring back at you, eyes looking as dead as ever. The air was knocked right outta your lungs,— holy shit these doppelgängers were getting good. 

Clearing your throat, you address, 

“Uh,— right, sir,” you look at the doppelgänger, “I’m gonna need you to come with me.” 

He says nothing, opting to just stare. It’s then you notice the gaping hole that was his mouth, the two black chasms that were supposed to be his eyes. From afar, he’d look perfectly normal,— but in the light all the inhuman imperfections stuck out like a sore thumb 

Holy smokes that’s hot. 

“I’m going to take you with me now,” you don’t even know why you’re telling him this, why the hell were you being all nice with a doppelgänger? Sure, he was good looking,— sure, you were curious what that mouth could do—- 

But that’s besides the point. 

You approach hesitantly, hooking an arm around ‘Francis’, giving him a light tug to signify him to follow you. 

Surprisingly, he does. Without a single word or complaint. He just… stares. With those beady white pupils. It sends a delicious shiver down your spine. 

Leading him away, you look over your shoulder at the doorman who just peeked out from behind the shutters, giving him a reassuring thumbs up as you walk away with your new companion. 

“Threat neutralized,” you repeat into the bulky walky talky attached to your belt, “order complete, over”. You place it back in its compartment, continuing until you and ‘Francis’ reach the anomaly compound for all things strange and odd. 

‘Francis’ looks at the compound with horribly disguised disgust. You only chuckle grinning, 

“No no, don’t worry. You aren’t going in there…” he seems to breathe a sigh of relief— if that’s even possible—, before you finish the last bit, 

“— don’t worry, I have… other plans for you..”

——

“Strip.” 

“Excuse me?” He whirls around, taken aback. 

“You heard me, strip” 

“And why,” his eyes narrow, “would I do that?” 

You shrug, “safety protocol,-- we’re in the decontamination room,-- can’t let you in if your clothes are contaminated, y’know?” 

'Francis' is absolutely flabbergasted. 

“Oh, and for security measures someone else has to be in the room at all times, – but uh,-” you grin, “we’re a lil’ short staffed at the moment, so it looks like it’ll just have to be you and me. 

'Francis' only looks at you through narrowed eye lids, thinking, “and if I refuse?” 

“Then I’ll strip you myself” and you step closer to do just that. 

'Francis' skitters backwards to the other end of the room, back hitting the wall, “h-hey! No need for that, I’ll do as you ask…” he mutters

Chuckling, “at least you can be obedient” 

'Francis' looks away almost bashfully as he begins to undo the buttons on his shirt, fabric peeling away to reveal the pale skin underneath. His hat rests on a nearby bench

“Fully,” you purr, “I want it all off.” 

You swear you see the tiniest hint of red tinge his cheeks, and you can’t help but wonder just how advanced this doppelgänger was. Good thing you were about to see for yourself in a moment… 

The air is heavy, tense, almost, as 'Francis' slowly undoes the buckle on his belt, pants sliding down to his ankles, – his boxers the only scrap of clothing left hiding him from you. 

He wearily regards the way you look at him, not missing the growing flare of hunger behind your eyes, 

“Does this please you, officer?” his words are clipped, tension building up behind each one. Biting your lip, your breath almost catches at the way he smiles, teeth a little too sharp to be human. 

“No.” The words are thick in your throat, forcing them out a bit of a struggle, “Get rid of the rest of it, now” 

He bites his tongue, making no move to do so. In a second you’re on him, pinning his figure to the wall, bodies pressed up together. He has no time to react as you hook two fingers around his boxers, harshly yanking them off. 

“Oh.”

Free of the confines of his pants, his erect cock springs loose, tip already dripping with precum. 

“Huh.” 'Francis' can’t even turn his head your way, face hot and sweating slightly, “Who would’ve thought,” – your hands curl around him, taking him fully in your fist. His eyes fly to your face, pupils blown and dilated, staring in horrified arousal as you began to knead the hardened flesh, “--what a sick little thing you are, getting off on my reprimands, hmm?” 

'Francis' sucks in a sharp breath, muscles tensing almost to a breaking point. His entire body shook with an animalistic need. More strands of precum build up on his tip, all read and agitated. Your thumb rubs the tiny slit, coating him with the sticky fluid. You found it hilarious, – no way this freakish creature had a fucking thing for degradation. 

His mouth opens in the shape of a small ‘o’, eyes rolling back as you teasingly pull at his dick, your hands making wet squelching noises playing with the soaked meat. 

“Mm,” you hum as you continue to play with him, dumbifying the creature in your hands. His legs start shaking like a dog’s, lewd whimpers flowing from his lips, glistening with saliva and drool. He desperately thrusts himself against your hand, chasing his pleasure farther. Jerking him off slowly, immense satisfaction burning in your stomach at the way your hand milks him. Each low groan went straight to your pulsing heat, drenching your own pants. 

Panting, unfamiliar with the immense, foreign pleasure curdling through his gut, 'Francis' seems to forget the guise of his human appearance, pornograpic moans mixing in with groggy animalistic growls and grunts. Carnal desire ripples through his veins, building up in his stomach, molten hot, and threatening to explode from his twitching cock in your hands. Poor thing can’t even formulate words, getting his brains fucked out just by your hand alone. 

He gasps, right about to climax into your hammering fist when you suddenly retract your hand. 'Francis' looks at you with wide eyes, looking every bit the kicked puppy, cruelly robbed of his orgasm. 

“Hh. huh… nghu..- ga-?..”,  panting.

You chuckle slowly, “no, not yet…” 

He can only watch with teary eyes as you skillfully unbuckle your pants, sliding them off along with your underwear. You grab him by the hips, positioning him (which isn’t hard, considering the only thing keeping his shaking body up was your torso), and aligning your pelvis, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You carefully slip him into your drenched hole, gasping softly at the sensation of him.

“Hah… like I said….” ‘Francis’ can only gape as you adjust yourself, cock twitching madly inside of you, 

… “I’m not done with you yet…”

[likeanormalhuman]

The Soap Opera Milkman Scene

Below the break is the second chapter of my current Doppelganger Francis x Doorman fic. Featuring soap opera dream sequence. Chapter below the break, fic on AO3 here (Currently rated M).

Chapter 2: When the real milkman came through—fit in a clean pressed uniform without a single speck of scarlet milk on him—the doorman buried her feelings in her checklist.  Because if a doppelgänger didn’t kill her, then surely one of those days, her embarrassment would.

“Paperwork looks correct.  ID matches,” she said.  She hesitated a moment.  Then stood up and peered down the glass window.  Yep.  His pants and shoes were pristine white.

Francis Mosses gave her a look that might have been quizzical were he not so dead eyed and tired.

“Just, uh, checking.  You know.  For, uh, scarlet milk,” she said, tongue already tripping on its way to betray her.

“What?” Francis Mosses said.

“Well, uh, there’s chocolate milk and strawberry milk.  Maybe scarlet milk is the next big thing,” she said.  With her foot in her mouth already, it seemed like she ought to just place the whole boot in there too.

Francis Mosses didn’t quite frown at her, but the line of his mouth did seem to deepen into that direction.  “There is no such thing as scarlet milk,” he said after a beat.

“...Right.  You’re absolutely right.  And you would know, since, you know, you’re a milkman,” she said, mortified, and quickly went back to her papers.

What was she even doing? s he thought to herself as she stared at the blank space between the checkboxes.  The doppelgänger hadn’t even been able to pick up on puns, but had known immediately about her silly little crush.  She didn’t stand a chance against an actual human being like the real Francis Mosses.  The papers beneath her fingers crinkled, and she quickly dropped her gaze down and smoothed them back out.

This was ridiculous.  If she was going to go so far as to be ashamed of being ashamed, she thought, she might as well let the doppelgängers take her and be done with it.

Be brave.  Be bold.  Be like Henry, but better, she chanted the mantra to herself.

Henry wouldn’t get worked up over a crush.  Henry wouldn’t care if said crush knew about it.  Heck, Henry wouldn’t even care if a random doppelganger knew about it.  …Well, because Henry would have just exterminated all of them, innocent or otherwise, but still…

“Everything is in order,” she said at last, clearing her throat and marking off her checklist.  She pressed the button on the left.  “Have a pleasant day.”

Francis Mosses didn’t say anything in response.  He merely gave a brief, tired nod, and then disappeared from view.

Alone with only the dirty glass and dusty wallpaper to look at, the doorman let out a long breath.  She slumped down in her seat, all the professionalism leaving her posture, and hit the switch to close off the building for the day.  Heavy metal shutters slammed down, and her shift was at an end.

Mentally and physically and mortifyingly emotionally run through, the doorman stuffed her adverbs down with a TV dinner for one in the cramped apartment assigned to her at the back of the building.

“Too tired for two faced two timers?  Try Divorce Attorneys ‘R Us today!” said the chipper broadcaster on the telly that had come with the room.  “If there's reasonable doubt they're not a doppelgänger, you may not even owe alimony!”   

She stabbed at a half frozen pea and switched the channel.

“...Doppelgänger activity at an all time high.  Self proclaimed human lifestyle expert Frederick Franzber joins us now to teach our audience his top ten tips to tell if your date is truly human—”

She flipped through the channels, this time landing on a staticky soap opera.

“...oh, Lewis, my love!” the buxom blonde actress crooned.  “How I have missed you!  …but what is with the new mustache, my darling dearest?  You are always so clean shaven…”

“That is because I am not Lewis!” the chiseled chin man declared.

The woman gasped and pressed a hand to her cleavage.  “Then…can it be?  After all these years?”

“Yes!” The man grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close against his half-bared chest. “I am not Lewis, but his long lost twin brother Luis!  Here to take back the life he stole from me, including the woman I loved!”

“Oh, Luis!”

“Oh, Lois!”

The actors kissed passionately on screen.

The doorman quickly switched the TV off, and went straight to bed.

She opened the door and there he was.

He didn’t say a word as he entered.  He didn’t need to.  He simply stepped up to her, his shirt already undone, and took her in his limber arms, not even looking at her eyes like he already knew the sin of her soul.

“Oh, Francis,” she tried to croon, but her voice caught and made it sound more like a croak.

His arm tightened around her waist, and she curled closer against him, guided by her own yearning.  She reached out to brush against pale smooth skin, stretched taut over muscles dusted with fine, dark brown hair that she wanted to curl her fingers into.  The light was distractingly in her eyes, but she could trace his form clearly as she drew her eyes back over his shoulders, the unbuttoned uniform hanging loosely from them in long white stripes like he was one of those great marbled gods in their regal chitons.  He could be in a museum, she found herself thinking.  But she was glad he was not.  Otherwise she would never be able to touch him like this, would never be able to be touched by him like this…

“How I have missed you…  But you are already practically out of uniform.  And you are usually such a careful dresser…what are you even doing here?” she found herself saying, even though that was not what she wanted to be doing.  

He did not answer, but instead danced his fingers lazily down her sides in response, counting a slow rhythm along her ribs before trailing to the soft skin of her belly, and then dipping down lower, lower, lower…

She shuddered, and leaned in, wanting so desperately for more of him.   He touched her, but kept his face above hers, present and pressing, but not dipping low enough to meet her eyes nor to kiss her lips.  He was right there with her, yet out of reach.  Oh, she yearned for him to be closer.  Yearned for him not just between her legs, but flooded through every sense of her being: touched, seen, heard, smelled, and tasted.  

She wondered if he would taste like milk.

“That is because I am not Francis,” he said at last, breathing air into the space between them that she wished wasn’t there.

“How…  Can it be?...” her voice trailed off, losing its grip on the script.

“Yes,” he said.  “I am not Francis, but ‘Francis’.  Here to take the life stolen from me…”

And his lips parted wider.  

And she could see fangs.

And she tasted iron.

The doorman woke up, having bitten her tongue.

And that was how the doorman swore off watching soap operas before bed.

[writella]

Thoughts on Saltburn:

cc: E and Murda (@dustbunniess + @celtic-crossbow , who asked me to share once I did ♡)

Before I start, I want to say I’m only making guessing about what I think is being said so take my opinions with a grain of salt. Anyways, I already really enjoy the work on Emerald Fennell because I loved her film Promising Young Woman so I assumed I would like this one and I did! On one hand, I think I enjoyed pyw more from Fennell and from films that came out this/last year that are absurd and lust filled and make social commentary I feel like I enjoyed Poor Things more but at the same time I feel like these films are trying to do different things so you can’t compare. I was very interested in the commentary it was making about social class and capitalism, so I think that makes it intriguing on its own.

I think the most interesting part about it is that it seems that no matter how much you have, you always want more. And when that’s the case, you’re willing to give up so much of yourself or what you could be to get it. It’s sad and also shows you how vial us humans can be.

So many beautiful shots and of course I loved looking at the costumes and character designs! I was fascinated by the shots that showed multiple versions or reflected versions of Oliver. Light spoiler: there is that part near the beginning of the film when Oliver has his first breakfast at Saltburn or something where Venetia tells that story of a doppelgänger and I was wondering if that’s why Fennell decided to do shots like that because Oliver is the doppelgänger. Especially since even though he’s not like the Catton’s, in some ways he already is— greedy, prejudice, hypocritical— and he wants to be anyway and is willing to do absolutely anything to get there.

I could go on but I just have three more points for now; direct spoilers under the cut:

- Okay, now why was I more surprised about the ending then about the grave scene?? 😭 I did not except to see Barry Keoghan’s dick so many times lmao. It was creepily hilarious though and I’m happy I finally know why everyone has been dancing to this song.

- I knew he was going to do something bad and that we would be lying about something but I can’t believe he planned EVERYTHING. Like even the bike?? Omg. Also the scene at his parents house was so hard to watch plsss.

- And overall, basically everyone in this film is bad. I truly hated and felt disgusted by everyone. Maybe not Felix and Venetia… I feel so terrible that they died. They definitely deserved it the least but at the same time I also noticed that they didn’t mind their place society, knew they benefited from it, and weren’t trying to change anything. They just got lucky to be born into this kind of family where they could always fit in and not worry about wanting. I don’t know… I still feel bad for them though. Also for Farleigh. He was a fucking asshole and so terrible to Oliver even before the plot twist reveal, but ofc we cannot forget about how it’s awful the parents were so quick to throw him out. The stealing was bad but they do not understand what it’s like to not be white and rich and therefore they don’t understand the struggles Farleigh has to deal with when he’s not at Saltburn, how annoying it is to always ask for help, etc. Things like that and when Venetia said that Farleigh is more spoiled than she and Felix were was obviously dumb and crazy to say.

[swiftyangx12]

🕷️The Adventures of Agent Arachnis!🕸️

[Ep. 3: Briefing & Chill out]

[Valorant x Marvel]

[Synopsis]: Arachnis has more to tell about Earth 2020-6-2 (Valorant Universe) and it’s mostly a chilled out day.

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[(A/N)]: Yeah, I’m still working on the OC. Just need some time working on their traits and backstory.

[Earth-928, Spider Society H.Q.]

[Spider-Man 2099’s lair]

Arachnis: So, you’re still questioning about my world and line of work?

Miguel: It’s unlikely we recruited a Spider-based hero who has no variations of Spider-Man’s enemies.

Arachnis: That should be a good thing since we’re already dealing with doppelgängers stealing our power source. *Hooks up their tablet to the computer*

Peter B. Parker: What are you about to show us?

Arachnis: Video feeds of the agents doing their duties. Lyla, is everything ready?

Lyla: Yep! *Plays the video*

Peter B. Parker: What’s with the music?

Arachnis: Sorry. My colleague, Cypher edited these videos and he likes to add dramatization to everything.

Miguel: This is where we caught the Goblin variant.

Arachnis: Yeah, back on Omega Earth where I freaked out because we were on their territory.

Peter B. Parker: Huh. Sounds like you two had fun on your “date”.

Miguel & Arachnis: We’re not dating.

Lyla: Wow. You have so many video feeds. *Plays another one*

Peter B. Parker: *Growing concern* Are you sure this alright to watch this?

Arachnis: Peter, everything is heavily edited in case newly recruited agents are too squeamish when reviewing these feeds.

Peter B. Parker: What if the kids see these videos?

Arachnis: I added a passcode to the feeds for security reasons and only agents can access them. *Points to themselves*

Lyla: *Plays another feed* These look fun.

Arachnis: Oh yeah. For odd reasons, he likes to add titles and thumbnails like if they’re cinematic episodes or something.

Peter B. Parker: You have a training bot?

Arachnis: We had one, but everyone destroyed the thing. Originally, it was a cleaner bot and some agents decided to rebuild it as a killing machine for petty games, and it was completely demolished because it tried to eliminate us all.

Peter B. Parker: Oh. At least you’re okay.

Miguel: [Y/N], why aren’t you in any of these feeds?

Arachnis: I wasn’t recruited yet until later and had stealth missions during those times. I have some clips with me in them. *Shows some exclusive feeds to Miguel from their phone*

Miguel: *Watching intently* *Secretly impressed by their performance and gets surprised by the killing spree*

Arachnis: Ah fuck. Sorry. I forgot those parts. Some guards spotted me and I had to fight back.

《🕷️》

Arachnis: Wait. Say that again? You called everything about multiple universes with their variants of Spider-people, the “Arachnohumanoid Polymultiverse”?

Miguel: It’s an accurate description.

Arachnis: It sounds stupid. Cute, but stupid.

Miguel: How would you rename it?

Arachnis: The Spiderverse sounds like a better fit.

《🕷️》

Peter B. Parker: Has anyone seen Mayday?

Miles: *Nods* We haven’t seen her.

Gwen: Oh god. Let’s go find her.

[The Spider gang search everywhere in the building. Through the food court, to every sector, to the Go-Home area and even the darkest corners of the society.]

Hobie: *Spots a bundle of webbing by Sector 2* Found ‘em.

[Peter lifts off the flap that is attached to the funnel web and he finds a surprise inside.]

Arachnis: *Quietly napping with Mayday on their chest in the funnel-shaped web hammock*

Peter B. Parker: Awww. *Pulls out his phone and snaps some images*

Arachnis: *Wakes up drowsy and yawns* Huh? Peter?

Mayday: *Also wakes up and yawns* *Adorably rubs her eyes*

Peter B. Parker: Morning, sleepyheads.

Arachnis: *Takes out their mouth guards* Bleh.

Peter B. Parker: Huh. I didn’t know you wear retainers.

Arachnis: No, these are mouth guards. I can’t retract my fangs and don’t want to hurt Mayday.

Miles: When did you have time to make this?

Arachnis: Just an hour ago. It’s pretty easy when your role is Sentinel on missions.

《🕷️》

Arachnis: *Babysitting Mayday again* “Spider-Mayday! Spider-Mayday! Does whatever a spider can do! She can swing, from her web!”

Mayday: *Giggling while Arachnis lifts her around the air*

Miguel: *Watches the two playing around through his monitors*

Lyla: *Over his shoulder* Stalker, much?

Miguel: What? No. They’re still a possibility that they can be dangerous.

Arachnis: Look, Mayday. Check this out, *Creates a Web Barrier* Can you do that?

Mayday: *Manage to trap Arachnis in her webs* *Cheers happily*

Arachnis: *Wrapped up like a burrito* Somebody help me.

Lyla: Uh-huh, yeah. They seem dangerous.

《🕷️》

[Earth 2020-6-2, Valorant H.Q.]

Arachnis: *Contacting with the others through their watch* Sorry, Miguel. Things are tense at the VP now and I’m not sure how long it will take for the mess to settle down. There are major updates about Kingdom and something triggered my friend’s buddies from the revelations.

Gekko: *In the background trying to calm Thrash down with Wingman*

Miguel: Understandable. You do what you need to do. Just…

Arachnis: What?

Miguel: Just don’t get in trouble and do not fail your duties.

Arachnis: I know, you grump. You don’t have to remind me. Maybe when things get better, I’ll be back in the Society. Don’t miss me too much, big guy.

Miguel: I won’t miss you.

Arachnis: I know you will. Tell the others I’ll be gone for some time and be back soon. *Ends call*

[Back on Earth 928]

Lyla: You’re worried about them.

Miguel: No, I don’t.

Lyla: C’mon, admit it. I read the vitals and they don’t lie. You’re more than worried for their safety.

Miguel: Lyla, just stop. I understand they need to do their job. Just like everyone else.

Lyla: Not everyone faces their own double everyday to prevent a worldly disaster while avoiding hundreds of bullets.

Miguel: *Sighs* “Shock. I do worry for them.”

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all the silver stolen (will one day turn to gold) 4

Summary: Remus' past comes to light and brings with it more questions than answers.

Warnings: Mentions of past physical violence and death

Word Count: 7756

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“How the fuck did they find me?” Remus demands, slamming the board they use as a makeshift lock across the door. A lot of good it would do them now. “Fucking bullshit, after all these years—”

He’s still going, ranting as he snatches a satchel from beside the fireplace, sword still clutched in a white-knuckled grip in his other hand, but Janus hardly hears him, still trying to process everything that has just happened in the last two minutes and how any of them are even still alive. Then the other man’s voice cracks on a word and Janus snaps back to attention to realize Remus is crying.

Remus. Is crying.

Janus quite possibly has never felt less prepared to handle a situation in his entire life, not even when Virgil had fallen hopelessly in love with the watchmaker’s daughter when he was fifteen and Janus had been forced to comfort him through his heartbreak.

Remus doesn’t cry. Remus didn’t even yell when he got upset, not after he’d realized it upset Virgil. Normally he just glowered as he sat by the fire whittling down a piece of wood with his largest knife, making a little figurine if it was a small annoyance or nothing but curls of wood on the floor if it was something more serious. But he doesn’t cry.

Janus has never seen him like this, furious and weeping at the same time, and it’s borderline frightening, the way the burning intensity in his eyes is undercut by the tears tracking down his cheeks.

“We have to go. Right now,” Remus interrupts himself to say, a wild look in his eye as he surges into the bedroom and begins to shove their meager few possessions into his bag.

Well, that was an attitude Janus certainly could have used ten minutes ago.

“Stop,” Virgil demands, voice harsh, glaring fiercely despite the way his face has gone pale, but Remus doesn’t so much as look up. “Just—stop and start doing some explaining, Remus, because I just saw your fucking doppelgänger walk through the door along with some mage and the apothecary owner from the nice side of the city and figuring out how they all fit into this picture is not a riddle I’m in any mood to solve!”

Remus soundly ignores him, which Janus knows from unfortunate experience is always a dangerous thing to do when Virgil is angry, and shoves past him back into the common area, not even seeming to notice as Virgil latches onto his arm, the taller man getting dragged along for a full two steps before Remus notices the deadweight and halts.

“Stop!” Virgil shouts again. “You’re freaking me out! What the hell is going on?”

“Get off of me Virgil, we have to go,” Remus insists, trying to shake the other man off, and Virgil’s expression turns practically murderous as he only clings on tighter.

“None of us are going anywhere until you start talking. How far do you think you’re going to get dragging me around?”

“Janus, come on,” Remus appeals, turning to where he’s still frozen helplessly in the middle of the room. “You’re the one who wanted to leave.”

Janus is the deciding vote, then. Leave right now, fleeing into the night with barely more than the clothes on their back and nowhere to go, or stay at least long enough for Remus to offer an explanation of his past and risk Roman or Logan returning for round two.

But for all his insistence earlier that Remus leave, he finds himself hesitating. The mage already knew where Remus was, could very well have put the same kind of tracking spell on him as he had Janus, and who was to say they wouldn’t be walking right into an ambush if they left now?

Remus swears fiercely into the silence, finally managing to shove Virgil off of his arm.

“I’ll go myself, then.”

He strides to the door, knocking away Janus’ reaching hand, and Janus braces for him to disappear into the night, to be gone just like that, but Remus just—stops, with his hand on the knob.

“I’m leaving,” he says, but there’s the slightest waver in his voice now, an edge of uncertainty creeping in like he’s trying to convince himself of his own decision. “I need to go. I should go.”

But he doesn’t move a muscle.

“Remus,” Virgil tries, edging closer, and Remus slams his palm against the doorframe with enough force that even Janus flinches.

“Fuck him. Fuck! I need to go but—I can’t, I can’t—”

He turns, sliding his back down the door until he’s sitting on the floor, tears still glinting on his cheeks, and brings his fist up to the side of his head once, then again and again before Janus manages to catch his wrist.

“Hey, we don’t do that, Re.” He scrambles for a compromise between staying indefinitely and leaving immediately, something that will give him enough information to make a halfway informed decision about the best course of action. “Who is Roman, exactly?”

“My fucking brother,” Remus growls, and Janus resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“I know that. I mean who is he? Some Sideran nobleman?”

“Not quite.”

“Fine, some filthy rich Sideran nobleman, then?”

Remus shakes his head mutely.

“Well, what then? Out with it. Any second that blasted mage could come back and smite us into dust, and if I don’t have an answer before then I’ll come back as a ghost and haunt your sorry ass forever.”

Remus grimaces, twisting his bag in his hands for a moment before setting it aside with a decisive thump and meeting Janus’ gaze, something almost like defiance in his eyes.

“Try the king.”

~~~

The king.

No, that can’t be right. Janus must have misheard him, because if Roman is the king of Sidera and Remus is his brother, that would mean—

“The twin princes of Sidera,” Remus says, unmistakable bitterness lacing his voice as he glares down at his hands clenched in his lap. “A gift from the gods, as some people liked to call us. We were practically inseparable as children after both of our parents died. Most people probably expected us to be at each other’s throats, especially over the throne, and we did argue all the time as we got older, but just over stupid shit, nothing serious. Nothing that had any real consequences. I was technically crown prince since I was born first, but we’d always planned that we would co-rule as soon as we were old enough to properly inherit the throne from our regent. Until then, we were just kids. I was learning how to be king and Roman was learning how to manage the castle but we had everything we could ever want and we spent all of our free time together wreaking havoc on the palace and we were happy.

“It was good,” Remus insists, something raw cutting into the underside of his voice even as anger curls around his words. “Everything was good until it wasn’t and I don’t even fucking know why or what changed, he just—”

He cuts himself off, fingers curling into tight fists where they rest against his thighs before he tips his head back against the door, blowing out a breath.

“He sent me away on business,” he continues after a long moment. “Right before our eighteenth birthday. Some stupid trip out to one of the nobles in the countryside, something he normally would have taken care of himself, but he’d asked me to go in his place and so I went because that’s what we did for each other. But apparently being a good brother in turn was just too fucking much to ask of my darling twin because the whole trip was a set-up. Nothing more than an excuse for my own guards to get me days away from the palace, alone at night on some deserted country road, and attack me. Killed the only one of them who tried to intervene and then took turns beating the fucking shit out of me until I was one breath away from finding myself on the wrong side of death’s doorstep. I’m sure they thought I was dead or else they never would have left me there without a knife in my throat. That’s what they would have done to begin with if they had so much as a cockroach’s brain between them, just run me through with a sword or two and be done with it, but apparently taking out their feelings on me was just too good an opportunity to pass up.”

His hand presses to his stomach as if unconsciously trying to soothe an old wound, expression pinching in as his eyes take on a glassy, unfocused quality.

“Before trying to kick my skull in, one of them had the fucking nerve to tell me that it wasn’t personal, that they were only following their new leader’s orders. He could only have meant Roman; by that point, not even our regent had the authority to issue commands to the Guard without clearing it with Roman and me first, and the members of the Royal Guard in particular were handpicked from the ranks for demonstrating exemplary loyalty to the crown. They wouldn’t have taken orders from anyone but us two. It had to have been Roman who orchestrated the whole thing, but I didn’t—How was I supposed to believe it? He was my brother. He may have made jokes all the time about how I was the undignified one and how I was tarnishing his perfect royal image and how I belonged out in the woods with the wild animals, but they were just fucking jokes. I never thought he actually meant them. Even as my own guards were beating me to death, I thought it was some mistake, that Roman couldn’t have had anything to do with it. But then I regained the barest sliver of consciousness as they were dragging me into the ditch and I overheard them talking about how glad they were that Roman would be the one to take the throne, how everything was falling right into place, how much better things would be with ‘the other twin’ in charge, and I just—”

He breaks off as his voice cracks, squeezing his eyes shut as a fresh tear traces its way down his cheek, but he doesn’t even seem to notice it, and when he speaks again his voice is carefully controlled.

“It had to have been Roman who arranged the whole thing in order to take power all for himself. There isn’t any other explanation. I don’t even know how I woke up again after passing out for gods know how long. My brain felt like it was leaking out of my ears and I could hardly keep a coherent thought in my head for more than a second but I knew that going back to the castle would be nothing more than serving myself up on a silver platter for my brother’s newfound taste for fratricide, so I headed for the coast. My guards had taken my royal ring like the despicable, piece of shit cowards they were, probably as some sort of twisted trophy, so I sold everything but the clothes on my back for a charm magicked against tracking, just in case anyone ever got suspicious that they couldn’t find my rotting corpse, then managed to bargain for passage down the coast with a shady group of traders who were just waiting to sell me for parts. I heard on the way that Roman officially ascended to the throne on our eighteenth birthday. He didn’t even fucking wait until my mourning period was over, if he even ever decreed there should be one. I stopped listening for news from Sidera after that unless my name was involved. If he was going to run my country into the ground, I sure as fuck didn’t want to know about it. I abandoned ship as soon as we got to a decent port in Umbra and hightailed it as far as I could before I ran out of the few coins I’d managed to save, which just so happened to be here, as luck would have it. I became a street rat, met you two before too long, and the rest is history.”

Rarely in Janus’ life has he ever been rendered truly speechless, but words fail him as he stares and stares and stares at Remus, trying and utterly failing to process this new wealth of information. Secret plots of deception, attempted murder, a royal turned petty thief—it all sounds too fantastical to be true, like one of the bedtime stories Remus had always used to tell Virgil even when he was far too old for it, and if it were anyone else claiming such things, Janus would laugh them off in a heartbeat.

But even though he’s clearly been alarmingly ignorant about Remus’ past, he knows Remus himself. He knows his countenance, knows the subtleties of his temperament, knows when he’s being dishonest. And as far as he can tell, not a single lie has come out of the other man’s mouth despite the unbelievable tale he’s woven.

“We need to go,” he demands, fresh fear buzzing just under his skin at the all but certain prospect of Roman returning at any moment, bursting back through the door to finish what he’d started all those years ago.

But Remus just shakes his head, not budging from where he’s sitting blocking the door, every single bit of fire and urgency seemingly drained away at the worst possible time.

“We can’t,” he says hollowly, some far-off look still haunting the back of his eyes as he meets Janus’ gaze. “You and Vee can’t travel quickly, not with your injuries, and what good would running do anyways when that mage could probably find us no matter how far we went? Besides, if Roman is going to come back and try to take me out, I’m sure as fuck going to go out taking a stand in my own home instead of being hunted down like some animal.”

“Remus,” Janus implores. “He tried to have you murdered and very nearly succeeded. I sincerely doubt distance has made his heart grow fonder.”

“Yeah,” Remus agrees, but his voice is uncharacteristically quiet, the single word not strengthened with any conviction.

A fantastic turn of events, truly. Janus is just so glad that he’d finally gotten Remus on board to leave only for him to change his mind at the last minute. It wasn’t like their very lives were at stake or anything.

He turns to Virgil, a silent request to help drill some sense into Remus’ skull before Roman returns with the whole of the City Guard to get his revenge, but the other man is staring at the floorboards, steadfastly refusing to meet his gaze. Janus’ stomach twists as the silence drags on entirely too long before Virgil finally shrugs, straightening his shoulders and drawing himself up in a pitifully transparent guise of bravado and indifference.

“I don’t want to go on the run,” he declares. “At least going out alongside an exiled prince would be a badass way to die.”

Fucking stars. Since when is Janus the only one of them with any sense?

“They have a mage with them,” he says, on the verge of pleading, fingers tightening into a white-knuckled grip around his knife hilt. “And he’ll—he’ll—” He blows out a breath, struggling to get himself together. “Trust me,” he says after a moment, trying to force down the lump in his throat, the memories rising in the back of his mind. Unrelenting heat, snapping flames impervious to water, unnatural black laced amongst the orange— “Trust me when I say that mage’s hellfire is not a pleasant way to go out.”

Remus reaches out, squeezing his hand, and Virgil awkwardly pats his shoulder.

“I know, Jan,” Remus says quietly. “I know. You can go if you want. You should go if you want. You can still get out and leave us martyrs behind. I doubt the mage would go after a slippery little snake like you anyways.”

Gods, how Janus wishes it were that easy, that he could just pack up and leave Virgil and Remus behind to fend for themselves and not feel guilty about it for a moment.

But he can’t, despite his instincts screaming at him to take the chance to run while he still can. Virgil and Remus are his family, for better or worse, and he can’t abandon them, even for the sake of saving his own skin.

His own damn loyalty is going to be the death of him one day.

The others are both watching him, waiting for his decision, so he forces himself to scoff, pulling a mask of nonchalance around himself as tightly as he can despite the panic still snapping at his veins.

“You think you can get rid of me that easily? Honestly, it’s like you don’t know me at all.” Remus makes a tiny sound that might be an attempt at a laugh, something like relief flashing across his face, there and gone again as he wipes at the tear tracks on his cheeks, and Janus nudges him gently with one foot. “Now scoot over. If we’re going to do this, we’re at least going to do the smart thing and sit watch. I’m not in the mood to be blindsided by any more surprise visits from the king of Sidera.”

The king.

The words ring mercilessly in Janus’ ears as he sinks onto the ground beside Remus, Virgil taking a moment to grab the fire poker before likewise settling onto the floorboards across from them. Janus doubts the makeshift weapon is going to do much good given that they no longer have the element of surprise on their side, but he can’t focus his thoughts long enough to formulate any sort of comment about it.

The king.

Roman is—no, technically Remus is the king of Sidera, even if his brother is the one currently sitting on the throne. It sounds nothing short of absurd, but even if Remus had suddenly become an immaculate liar overnight, he certainly didn’t have any reason to concoct such an extravagant tale to explain his past and his brother’s identity.

And the consequences of Roman being in such a position of power… Janus doesn’t even want to consider the myriad of worst-case scenarios, but the sharp-edged questions roiling over one another in his mind are wholly unremitting. Just how much of his likely inexhaustible wealth of resources was Roman willing to throw into going after Remus, and by extension Janus and Virgil? Was he really going to try to kill his twin as soon as he got his hands on him, or was he planning some worse fate? And even if by some miracle he and his mage did decide their little trio wasn’t worth dirtying their hands over, what then? Would Remus, someone who had apparently grown up in the lap of luxury with everything he could ever want, really be content to forswear his royal identity and continue living a life of poverty and crime? And on the slim chance that was true, how were they supposed to go on knowing that at any moment Roman could change his mind and send the whole of the City Guard after them and have the three of them arrested and hanged?

He doesn’t have the answers, and no way to get any other than to let the indifferent mistress of time run her course.

The king.

The minutes tick by agonizingly slowly into even more wretchedly lethargic hours without so much of a whisper of Roman and his companions returning and still Janus can’t shake the two words. Not as Virgil questions Remus relentlessly about his past. Not as Remus supplies answers with an unsettling lack of his usual flair. And certainly not as Remus gently bullies him into bed after several excruciatingly tense hours despite his protests, leaving him to stare up at the flickering shadows cast on the ceiling from the fire and wrack his brain for what he’s going to do to keep the three of them alive another day.

The king. The king, the king, the king.

Janus doesn’t sleep a moment that night.

Neither do Virgil or Remus from the looks of things the next morning, both of them sporting dark circles under their eyes as they get ready for the day, Virgil jumping and scowling fiercely at any sudden noise and Remus unusually subdued.

Janus isn’t exactly feeling peachy himself, nerves skittering under his skin as he cracks the door open and peers out, bracing for the sight of a whole platoon of guards on his doorstep, but the street is empty and quiet in the weak morning light.

Empty—

—except for the small pile of gold coins tucked beside the door underneath an angled rock, hidden from the road but clearly visible to anyone coming out of the house.

Well, that was new.

Janus just stares at them for a long moment, waiting for his sleep-deprived brain to offer some kind of explanation as to why there are suddenly riches tucked alongside their little hovel, but if there’s a logical reason for the shiny gold coins nestled in the dirt, it thoroughly evades him.

“Remus,” he calls over his shoulder, and the other man is at his side in an instant. “You didn’t tell me the coin seeds you planted were due to sprout.”

Remus peers over his shoulder out the door, swearing as he catches sight of the gold.

“The fuck?”

“Precisely my question.”

Remus nudges past him, leaning down to scoop up the coins, and Janus hisses in protest.

“What are you doing? The mage could have cursed those for all we know.”

Remus considers the money for a moment, then shakes his head.

“I doubt it. If he were going to try and hurt one of us, why not just do it directly? And he already has some kind of tracking spell on you or something you had on you, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to do another one with these. Besides, they don’t feel like they’re magicked at all.”

Janus stares blankly at him, waiting for Remus to cackle at his own joke, but the other man just raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“You can feel magic?”

“Yeah, it just has that certain vibe to it, you know?”

“A vibe.”

“Can’t you sense it? I thought everyone could to some degree.”

Another new thing he’s just learned about Remus. He’ll add it to the growing list.

“No,” he says flatly, then over his shoulder, “Virgil, darling, can you sense when objects have fancy magical spells on them?”

“I can sense that I’m going to murder whoever used the last of the tea leaves,” Virgil mutters, glowering into the empty tin.

Janus was going to take that as a no.

“Come on, you’re letting all the cold air in,” Remus says, tugging Janus back inside and pulling the door shut before taking Janus’ hand and pressing the coins into it. “I swear they’re not magicked, Jan. One of them probably just dropped them yesterday in their rush to get out of here. And it’s free money! Why stare at a gift horse’s mouth or whatever?”

Janus is hardly convinced, but Remus just claps him on the shoulder and moves past him to the table, starting up some half-hearted banter with Virgil about the tea leaves in a clear attempt to make things feel normal that only falls flat.

Janus stares at the foreign stamp on the coins as he tips them from one hand to the other, a little stunned despite himself at the amount of wealth he’s holding. The money in his palm is dramatically more than he’s ever possessed before, the gold easily enough to keep all three of them fed and clothed through the rest of the cold season and right through summer, if not longer.

Remus could claim what he liked, but they both knew the coins hadn’t accidentally been spilled from Roman’s or Logan’s or Patton’s coin purse. One of them had deliberately placed them there, and Janus doesn’t like the implications of such a thing one bit. If he spends the money, will one of them claim he owes them something? Is this a setup to get their little trio arrested for larceny? Is the king trying to split them up so that a second attack will be more successful?

But then he glances up at Virgil, still staring into the empty tea tin as if it’ll refill itself if he glares at it hard enough, and Remus, pouring the last of their dried grain into a pot of water to make a meager porridge, and his resolve caves.

Cursed coins or not, he can’t sit by and watch the others go hungry.

“I’m going to get food,” he announces, shoving his boots on and snatching his cloak and bag from beside the door. “If I don’t come back, assume I’ve been murdered by Roman and his entourage.”

He’s out the door before either of them can protest, taking in a deep breath of the crisp morning air as he sets off to the market and trying to ignore how the gold coins feel like a leaden weight in his hand. Everything is fine, he lies to himself, trying and failing to calm his nerves. Everything is just fine. He’s not at all concerned that at any moment he’s about to be ambushed by some disgruntled guard from Remus’ past or a malicious, steely-eyed mage eager to do much worse than place Janus under a tracking spell.

It’s a short walk to the market square, thankfully, and once there he’s easily able to track down a merchant who’s one of his favorites given her penchant for not asking questions about the kinds of things he pays with. Sure enough, she lives up to her reputation, arching an eyebrow at the foreign coin he offers but sweeping it out of his palm without remark. It’s shocking how much food he’s able to purchase, and even more shocking how much change he still has from the gold piece to barter for more, and he’s tempted to see what wares are available from the other vendors. But he can’t shake the nagging feeling that at any moment the Guard or Roman or Logan could be barging into their house with retribution on their minds, so he unceremoniously shoves half of his haul into his bag and gathers up the rest in his arms, setting off at a brisk clip.

Winding his way back through the familiar streets seems to take twice as long as it should, his unease only growing with every step. He shouldn’t have ever gone out. The coins must have been a ruse after all, a way to lure one of them away to make the others an easier target, and their home is going to be nothing more than smoldering ashes by the time he gets back—

But when he rounds the final corner, everything is just as he’d left it, not a stone out of place and no evidence anyone has even so much as walked by in his absence.

Safe and sound. Janus can only hope it stays that way. 

~~~

All three of them remain on edge the next several days, just waiting for the Guard to come bursting through the door or for Roman—or, gods forbid, Logan—to return and exact some revenge, but nothing out of the ordinary happens. The days pass shockingly normally, aside from the fact that none of them have to venture out to pickpocket or try to find work, thanks to their new abundance of both food and money.

Virgil demands Remus repeat his story multiple times, clearly searching for some hint that he’s making the whole thing up, and Remus complies every time without complaint, even the smallest details never changing as he steadfastly answers any question Virgil can throw at him.

Janus doesn’t even bother interrogating him. His gut instinct already tells him that Remus isn’t lying, and even if the other man did want to continue to conceal his past, there were vastly easier ways to do it than claiming he was an exiled prince whose brother had set him up to be killed.

By the time a week has passed, the threat of being imminently attacked seems to have abated, at least, but Janus isn’t stupid enough to think that Roman has just forgotten about them. Maybe Roman isn’t intent on killing Remus outright, but he surely wants something from his brother, and Janus isn’t entertaining any ideas that he’ll stop before he gets it.

In the meantime, Janus finds himself faced with an entirely new problem: his stitches. He’d been tempted to take them out himself, but Virgil had panicked about him doing it wrong and bleeding out on the floor when he’d mentioned it, and even Remus had wrinkled his nose and suggested Janus find a professional to unsew his skin flaps, as he had so tastefully put it.

But the thought of having to explain his injury to an unfamiliar healer, especially if he has to pay for their services using one of Roman’s foreign gold coins, is more than enough to make him wary. The last thing he needs is to arouse suspicion and get arrested again. One stint in prison had been plenty.

That leaves Patton, unfortunately.

Maybe it isn’t all a loss, though, Janus muses as he lurks in the shadows of an alley across the street from the apothecary. Perhaps the other man will let something slip, some valuable piece of information about Roman’s plans tucked away in an offhand comment, and even if he doesn’t, Janus’ visit is a golden opportunity to steal some more medicine, either to hoard for future crises or to sell for emergency, get-the-fuck-out-of-this-city money.

It’s a long time he lingers, watching for any guards or signs of increased security or anything else out of place, but it all seems like business as usual, just a steady flow of customers coming in and out. Still, he waits until things have cleared out and Patton is moving to the door to lock up before he makes himself seen.

He strides across the street to the apothecary door, rapping his knuckles on it just as Patton is nudging it closed. The other man startles, fumbling the key right out of his hands, his mouth already forming a surprised O as he glances up. He flinches ever so slightly when he meets Janus’ gaze, which Janus can’t exactly blame him for given the armed standoff they’d been engaged in the last time they’d met, but a bright smile is on his face in an instant.

“Hi, Dee! What can I help you with?”

“You said to come back in a week to get my stitches removed.” Blunt and to the point. Janus doesn’t want to be here any longer than necessary, and that includes taking the time for pleasantries.

“Of course! Come on in and I’ll get you fixed right up!”

He gestures Janus inside and he obligingly slips through the door, ready to bolt at the first sight of anyone else, but the room is empty. The shop is much nicer when it’s not under the cover of nightfall and he isn’t panicking about stealing the wrong medicine; the late afternoon light streaming through an array of empty glass jars casts colorful reflections on the wall, and the wind shivers the bundles of herbs drying from the rafters with a gentle rustle.

The lock clicks shut on the door behind him and his breath catches before quickening, his hand creeping to the hilt of his knife at the prospect of being locked in, the memory of a blade biting into his side sending a phantom pain through his ribs.

Surely Patton wouldn’t hurt him, would he? Didn’t healers take an oath to do no harm? Still, all it would take is one scream from the other man to send someone running and then he could claim that Janus was threatening him or trying to rob him or worse and Janus would find himself right back in manacles in prison—

“You can sit over here!” Patton chirps, gesturing to a cot, oblivious to Janus’ belated realization that this had been a terrible idea. He should have just taken his stitches out himself without telling Virgil. It wasn’t like he could hurt himself any worse, right?

Actually, with how his luck had been going lately, he probably could, but considering he’s now locked in an apothecary shop with someone who has every reason to have a grudge against him, he’s wishing he would have taken his chances.

“Let me just get a few things,” Patton says, crossing to a cabinet in the back of the shop and beginning to rummage through its many drawers. Janus reluctantly eases onto the cot, taking advantage of Patton’s turned back to snag a small pot of medicine from several perched on the table on one side of the cot, tucking it surreptitiously into his satchel.

He’ll just consider it compensation for the emotional trauma of a mage and the king of Sidera barging in on his home uninvited.

“Here we go!” Patton announces, snapping Janus’ attention back to the healer as he bustles back over, and over his shoulder Janus catches a glimpse of the back door, now cracked open. It’s hardly a pleasant feeling to have been read so easily by Patton, but considering he now has an easy escape route if he needs it, he’ll stomach the hit to his ego.

Patton deposits an armful of items on the table and kneels beside him, gesturing at his torso.

“Can you lift your shirt for me?” Janus does so and Patton hums approvingly as he surveys the wound. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

Janus nods, since he doesn’t know what other choice he has, and Patton presses lightly at the skin around the stitches.

“Any significant pain?”

“No.”

He has to force himself not to flinch away from Patton’s touch, nerves still crawling under his skin. Can’t the other man just cut the stitches so Janus can leave?

“Everything looks really good, Dee! I’m just going to make sure the area is clean and then I’ll take the sutures out, okay?”

Janus nods again and Patton smiles brightly, dipping a cloth into a bowl and beginning to dab gently at the injury as he starts in on some mindless small talk about the weather. Given the way the healer’s eyes keep flickering to the knife on Janus’ belt, Janus can’t tell how much of the chattiness is nerves and how much is just his personality, but Patton seems perfectly content to keep up the entirely one-sided conversation.

After what feels like a short eternity, he moves on to a steady chatter about the stray cats outside his shop as he dries the healing wound and begins to carefully snip away the stitches with the tiniest pair of scissors Janus has ever seen, which he would be very strongly tempted to describe as adorable if he weren’t a street-hardened criminal.

Not that he would admit such a thing, of course. He has a reputation to maintain, after all.

“All done!” Patton announces after a few minutes, sitting back on his heels. “You did great!” he enthuses, as if Janus has done something more than just sit in silence.

Janus stands, already eyeing the sliver of sunlight cutting through the cracked back door, and Patton rises as well, dusting his hands off on his apron.

“Do you need any more of the medicine I gave you? I won’t charge you for it.”

It’s shocking how casually he offers such things, how easily he’s willing to part with life-saving medicine without asking for anything in return, but Janus forces himself to keep his expression neutral.

“Yes, actually; I could use another one of those little red jars,” he lies smoothly, and there’s another lie already on the tip of his tongue about dropping the glass container, because he knows Patton must know that even between him and Virgil there’s no way they could have gone through a whole jar already, but Patton doesn’t even question it, just nods and turns to the shelf of medicines to retrieve it.

It’s almost enough for Janus to feel bad about slipping an unattended roll of bandages up his sleeve.

Almost, but not quite.

When Patton returns, however, he’s holding not just the crimson jar but a thick letter, the parchment heavy and stamped with an elaborate wax seal.

Shit. Janus had known there had to be a catch in exchange for Patton’s medical care, even if he’d expected it to take the form of something mildly more intimidating than a sheaf of fancy stationery.

“This is for you, too,” Patton says, nerves clear in his voice for the first time since Janus has arrived. “Well, it’s for Remus, really, but if you could just give it to him? It’s from Roman explaining everything that’s happened during their time apart. I think there was some, um, miscommunication the last time we, uh, met”—that was the understatement of the year—“and hopefully this will clear some things up.”

Janus hesitates, eying the paper with no small amount of trepidation. Is this some kind of trick? He can’t even read the thing to try to vet it before he gives it to Remus. Who’s to say it isn’t filled with webs of twisted lies deliberately calibrated to mess with Remus’ head?

“It’s nothing bad!” Patton assures him, worrying the letter between his fingers. “I mean, I haven’t read it, and there were definitely bad things that happened in the past that Roman probably wrote about, but I swear he doesn’t want to hurt Remus or you or your other friend. None of us do. He just wants to straighten things out.”

Janus wavers another moment, but the temptation to possibly glean some sense of what Roman wants from his brother is too great. Besides, it isn’t really his choice about whether to read it; he’ll just give it to Remus and it’ll be up to him what he wants to do with it, whether that be devour every word or toss it in the fireplace. He warily accepts both the jar of medicine and the letter, tucking them away in his bag, and Patton looks undeniably relieved.

“It was so nice to see you again, Dee!” Either Patton is an excellent liar or he truly means it. Janus doesn’t know which is scarier. “Stop by anytime if you need anything, okay?”

Janus nods mutely, taking the clear dismissal for what it is and heading for the back door, but he pauses on the threshold, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Patton?” he calls, and the healer looks up from where he’s tidying up his supplies. “Thank you.”

He can barely grit the words out, but the last thing he needs is for Patton to be able to claim later that Janus owes him anything, and when the other man smiles, it seems genuine.

“Stay warm on your walk back!”

Janus doesn’t reply, just slips out the door, tucking his cloak tighter around him, and he's already turning for home when he hears a muted knocking on what must be the front door of the shop, followed by a voice calling inside. The tone sounds tantalizingly familiar, and despite himself he stops in the shadows clinging to the building, pressing one ear to the smooth wood of the back door.

“… just missed Dee!” Patton is saying. “He came by to get his sutures taken out and to get some more medicine.”

An answering scoff.

“You are aware that he likely stole from you, are you not? You ought to double-check your inventory.”

Logan. Janus knew he’d recognized that voice. Apprehension coils in his gut, but he forces himself to stay put.

“I know he borrowed some things, but that’s okay! He wouldn’t have taken them if he didn’t need them, right?”

Being caught was a blow to any thief’s pride, but being caught by Patton, of all people? That stings more than Janus wants to admit, and he scowls fiercely at the stolen goods stashed in his bag. He must be off his game if someone as cheerful and unguarded as the cat-loving healer had noticed him doing a bit of light ‘borrowing.’

“Mmm.” Logan doesn’t sound at all convinced, and Janus shifts his glare to the door. He’d like to see the uptight mage try to survive a single day on the streets, let alone a life-threatening injury without medicine. How dare he judge Janus for wanting to prevent a redo of one of them nearly dying when he’d probably never known a moment of true hardship in his life.

“Do you have any updates?” Logan continues, and Janus presses his ear harder to the door. Updates. Now they were getting somewhere. 

But the echo of footsteps in the shop is getting fainter, a creaking of wood suggesting the pair are headed upstairs to the residence above the apothecary, and when Patton speaks again his voice is faint.

“The Coalition has been spreading their usual nonsense, as always, but…”

The words trail off into indistinct sounds, then nothing, and Janus swears under his breath. But what? Who is Patton talking about? He lingers for another long moment, hoping the two of them will return back within eavesdropping reach, but there’s nothing but silence, and he doesn’t dare risk staying too long lest one of them spot him from the second story windows.

So he pulls back, straightens his cloak, and heads for home, left with more questions than he’d had when he arrived and armed with a letter that might just offer some answers.

~~~

Remus immediately seizes upon the letter when Janus explains what it is and hands it over upon his return home, his eyes burning with ferocity and face pulled into a scowl as he harshly breaks the wax seal and begins to scan the first lines, retreating to the fireplace and collapsing onto the mattress there without taking his eyes from the first page.

Janus doesn’t bother to ask him to recount the contents aloud as he reads. He’s sure he’ll get an earful of Remus’ reactions as he goes, not to mention a lengthy rant after he’s through.

But aside from the occasional muttered bastard or prick, Remus is silent, and more than once Janus glances over to find him staring through the pages, mind clearly somewhere else entirely. Dinner is a solitary affair, since Virgil is already asleep and Remus is so captivated by the letter he doesn’t even glance at the bowl Janus pushes his way, and despite his best effort, when Janus curls up between Virgil and Remus, he can’t keep his eyes open.

It must be well into the night when Janus wakes, his eyes still scratchy with sleep, but Remus is still up, now crouched on the hardwood with sheets of the letter strewn around him and muttering under his breath as he scrawls notes in the margins like his life depends on it.

“It doesn’t make sense,” he insists to no one, and Janus pushes himself upright, nudging back the covers and sliding to the edge of the mattress.

“So he’s lying?” he murmurs, and Remus shakes his head, apparently not at all startled by Janus’ voice.

First being caught stealing by Patton and now not being able to sneak up on Remus? Janus really must be losing his edge.

“No, it does make sense, it just—all this time, I thought he—I—it just—it doesn’t make sense. This can’t be true, right? But it has to be true; I mean, he has proof for everything. But if it’s true then everything I thought happened, everything I thought he did—”

He breaks off, staring at the wild mess of papers around him like the answer will suddenly appear in front of him, and Janus stares at them too, wondering just what secrets are contained within the swirls of ink.

“I don’t know, Re,” he says honestly, trying to be helpful despite not having a single clue what Roman has written to his twin.

“He can’t be making all of this up, not without any inconsistencies, and look.” He gestures to the papers and his copious notes crowding the margins. “Zip. Zilch. Nada. Not a single one. He can’t be smart enough to lie his way through all this without a single contradiction.”

“What about the mage, then?” Janus offers. “He seems like a wily one. Maybe he’s the brains behind the whole operation.”

Remus shakes his head, still staring intently at the letter like it’ll provide him the answers to all his questions if he wills it to hard enough.

“He wasn’t a part of the court when I was there, so I don’t know him. Roman must have brought him on after I left. Maybe he did this? But the writing, the style, all of that screams Roman, and there’s things in here only he would know, so I don’t…”

He trails off and the two of them sit in silence for a long moment, Janus waiting for Remus to offer some kind of explanation about what, exactly, is enclosed in all those pages, but the other man is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Go back to bed,” he finally says, glancing up to meet Janus’ gaze for the first time, and he smirks, a hint of his usual humor peeking through. “You’re a grouch when you don’t get enough sleep.”

“Slander and lies,” Janus scoffs, cuffing Remus lightly on the back of the head, but there doesn’t seem to be much he can do to help Remus at the moment and sleep is dragging at his eyes, so he retreats back to the middle of the mattress and crawls back under the blankets.

“Wake me if you need anything,” he whispers. Remus gives him a thumbs up, sharp gaze already scanning the letter again, and Janus closes his eyes and lets sleep pull him under.

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I’m pausing mainly cause I want to acknowledge that it was kinda clever how we heard Luz’ voice slightly muted when she was calling for Camila, and then Doppelgänger entered, with their voice overlapping with Luz’. I thought it was cool.

And so we arrive at the point where the opening scene left off… with Luz looking decidedly less banged up than she did in that scene. Is this a different timeline?

Also, Hi Amethyst from Steven Universe. Or rather, Hi Michaela Dietz, who played Amethyst in that show. It’s kinda fitting, since Amethyst liked to shapeshift.

So Doppelgänger blurts out ”You’re from the Demon Realm!” Which is a bit weird to me, since they obviously know who Luz is and knows that no, Luz isn’t from the Demon Realm. Or maybe it means that ”You are talking to me from the Demon Realm” or ”You are supposed to be trapped in the Demon Realm ” or ”The Lampman is overthinking this single sentence, just get on with it.”

”Nice save, right? Not to save you though, it’s jus that these glass doors are expensive and it would break mom’s heart if they were destroyed.” -Luz, probably

This got a laugh out of me. Monster Slayer Academia. It’s obviously a mash-up of Demon Slayer and My Hero Academia, but the thing that is actually funny is that it is totally a series that could exist.

Seriously though, a few things. Firstly, Luz CAN speak to her mom through the reflections. I’m guessing her words in the reflection in the phone glass was drowned out by the speakers. Secondly, Doppelgänger reacts with fear at the thought of going back to the Demon Realm; they will not, can not go back. Which is in line with my current hypothesis regarding their origin. Thirdly, Luz is taking this a lot better than I thought she would, considering the whole, you know… ”evil doppelgänger stealing away my entire life” thing.

Thus is revealed Doppelgänger’s true form. It’s kinda cute, in a sorta ugly way. Like a seal. 

Like I said, I already knew they were a basilisk. I kinda wish I didn’t, cause I’m curious if I’d be able to tell based on what I’ve seen so far. It’s been a good while since I watched The First Day after all. I’m planning on going back and watching it later but I do recall it being mentioned that Basilisks were extinct, or at least close to extinct.

Now, considering the fact that the basilisk in that episode literally ate up magic, it would not surprise me if they were hunted into extinction. Hence why Doppelgänger here is so keen on not returning to the Demon Realm.

With that pleasant thought, I think it’s time for me to leave off for today. We only got a bit into the episode and I really wanna keep going, but my human body requires sleep to function properly. I should hopefully be able to continue tomorrow. See you then!

[okieize]

   ( felix lee, demi man, he + they ) — look what the werecat’s dragged in! if you take a look at our records, you’ll find that RION KWON is a/n TWENTY THREE year old PÂTISSIER that’s been in cromerth woods for TWO YEARS. according to this file, they’re a DHAMPIR hailing all the way from MACKAY. that must be why they’re ALLURING and INTOLERANT. if you ask me, they remind me of   stars  that  couldn’t  quite  fit  into  his  eyes, so  they  splattered  across  his  cheeks +  dancing queen by ABBA playing in the distance while someone bleeds out on the bathroom floor from 17 stab wounds +  the  sexual  tension  between  a  healthy  portrayal  of  emotions  vs  saying,  “  i  think  i  am  going  to  die  ”. they are allied with THE DIAMONDS.

YOU’RE THEIR FIRST LOVE, DON’T BREAK THEIR HEART. all they ask is for love & care. THEY DON’T GET TO CHOOSE from where it comes. close your eyes. go ahead, do it. imagine ━━ imagine, disappointment lurking at every corner, always standing PROUD and at the READY. you’re their first love. DON’T BREAK THEIR HEART. their parents don’t follow this rule. he’s a shiny new toy ….. something to dress up & flaunt. they don’t get to choose from WHO it comes from. why’s it his responsibility to be so exceptional?

OUTLINE. past.

born 19/12/00 in mackay australia.

would visit his dad’s hometown of sujeong-dong, busan, during holidays & such. for this reason, he grew up speaking both korean AND english.

has a twin sister ( ryhan ) who is precisely thirteen minutes older than him.

always was a bit of an oddball. liked jabbing his fingers into the eyes of any & all plushies he could get his hands on.

which steadily turned into making makeshift executions for all of his sister's toys. ( his favorite being the decapitation of her dolls )

both his parents are human BUT they both also have ( had ) mutants in their family ancestry.

rion took an early interest in sparring and weapons which led to his parents enrolling him in taekwondo.

started out in introductory gymnastics at three & then moved into taking taekwondo once he turned six.

once earning their 9th belt, rion was able to fine-tune his dual specialties.

it was originally thought that ize was a quick learner ( which he actually IS ) but, it’d later be revealed it was an added perk of his mutation ability.

OUTLINE. psychological mastery & doppelgänger physiology.

isn’t sure when his mutations truly manifested themselves.

it’d be chalked up to him being either incredibly good at reading others or him being a swift learner.

rion himself became self-aware of the mutation at around eleven.

due specifically to their psychological mastery, rion tends to be overly paranoid & suspicious of others. leading him to develop some pretty gnarly social anxiety in his teens ( that they're still trying to overcome fully) and to become overly picky about the intake of his foods.

in short: he picked up cooking as a means to appease this paranoia.

also uses it on an everyday basis because it’s constantly active.

the doppelgänger physiology is believed to have actually been caused by his sister, who has the same power. instead of being a true clone/copy of ryhan though, he came out more so flawed ( if you would ). he is taking on more of the mythological route & truly being the evil twin.

having developed psychological mastery, they use it on an everyday basis. it comes in handy when having to put the schmooze on those unlucky enough to warrant a visit from him.

OUTLINE. vessel.

around 16 or 17, he figures “fuck it” & ventures out on his own. if he isn’t acceptable enough to his family, then they can kick rocks.

his relocation takes him to sydney to stay with a close ( i.e. ONLY ) friend, that he’d met through various competitions.

myles ( the friend ) is the son of the founder / president of vessel & is the one to recruit rion into the organization.

not truly understanding the severity of agreeing, they do it anyways.

just as with taekwondo, rion quickly moves his way up through the ranks & becomes the most sought-after employee, for clients & members alike.

by november of ‘22, rion ( at the request/demand of the founder ) tags along to chicago, to the newest location of vessel.

when not on a call, their time is spent working as a patissier @ self care. not that the money is really needed, considering where he stands with the big boss. BUT. it keeps them occupied.

[cartoonfuel]

Mind Games Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Don’t Let It Kill You First

See Chapter 1 for trigger warnings, rating, etc.

Chapter 11: I’m The King

~~~~~

Shortly following the villains’ parade out of the building, the feathers restraining you returned to Hawks. After waving goodbye to his comrades, he let out a long sigh and twisted around to smirk at you, his typical nonchalant demeanor on display.

It made you want to punch him.

“Are things going a bit too fast for you now?” he tutted. “That must be the case.” He stepped towards you, your back connecting with the warehouse wall. “Especially now that your quirk has quite literally walked away from you.”

“What is going on here?” you hissed at the supposed Pro Hero. “Are you really—”

You and Hawks heard the doors to the building open again. Dabi re-entered the room wearing the same dull expression he always did. “I cannot believe Shigaraki chose you to hold down the fort,” Dabi sulked, approaching the two of you as his eyes looked you up and down. “And here I thought maybe it’d be my turn.”

“What are you talking about?” Hawks crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the villain.

“Oh, nothing really,” Dabi replied. “It’s simply not a decision I’d make if I were the one leading this organization.”

“Boohoo,” you cut in, mocking the two of them.

“You know, it is rather impressive how rational you’re acting. You wouldn’t be a bad fit around here…if you weren’t quirkless, that is.” He shrugged, reaching for an item on the floor a few feet in front of you. “No matter.” He turned and began wandering away, stuffing the item in his pocket. “Forgot my earpiece. See ya.”

Much to your surprise, the doors shut gently, leaving you alone with Hawks again—who swiftly flew up to the ceiling and peered through a window, gracefully landing back on the ground a moment later. “Okay, I think we’re alone,” he stated.

“No shit,” you snapped.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” he said, giving you a stern look. “I can’t tell you everything, but please understand that whatever I told you in the hospital was genuine.”

“How can you lie through your teeth like that?”

Hawks hid his face in his hands. “Aya, I know you heard my thoughts earlier.” He then ran a gloved hand through his hair, locking eyes with you after taking a deep breath. “Think about it.” He had a point. You remember hearing a few warnings mixed in with the League’s internal monologuing. “My biggest problem is, I’m not sure if I should be siding with someone who wants to 'dismantle the hero ranking system.' Quite frankly, I don’t think I should even be telling you this much.”

You glanced away for a second, taken aback by Hawks’ so-called problem. Your perspective was entirely different now that you could no longer read Hawks’ mind. Was this how people went about every day? Trying to interpret facial expressions was the worst. “I’m…confused,” you murmured.

“As much as I might want to, I can’t just let you walk out of here,” Hawks informed you, rubbing his temples. “But I can assure you, I am no Villain.”

You changed the subject. “Do you know what Shigaraki wants to do with me?”

“I believe he intends to invade UA using Doppelgänger’s quirk,” Hawks explained. “Which also requires using your quirk as an alarm system to sneak them inside.”

“Why did Toga need my blood?”

“That I’m not sure. I’m assuming she has the blood of a few different people in her arsenal. I refuse to let her near me, though.”

You furrowed your brow. “Wait, but what do they want with UA?”

“One last go at All Might,” Hawks spat. “Tomura Shigaraki’s suspicious of what happened to All Might’s power. While the League may consider this a small-scale invasion, it’s just as much of a stealth mission.”

“That seems stupid,” you gawked, sliding down the wall into a sitting position. “There are so many Pro Hero teachers at that school. The League is walking into a trap.”

“Not with Doppelgänger pulling his little puppets’ strings. He’ll separate people from their quirks left and right, and he'll have a hell of a time doing it.” Hawks walked towards you and sat down, joining you on the floor and removing his gloves. “Shigaraki told me to stay here so that I can come and rescue the heroes and students later.”

You tilted your head at him. “Seriously?”

“It’s not too horribly orchestrated. It’ll be kinda like picking up my emo kids from school.” Hawks was silent for a brief moment. “And if you didn’t know, Shigaraki’s preference was to have you join the League. I’m not entirely sure what happened but he pulled a complete one-eighty towards the end there.”

“And you’re just going through with all this?”

“For now.” Hawks stood up, cracking his knuckles and tucking away his gloves inside his jacket. “I can’t let you leave yet, so if you’d follow me back to that cell—”

“Are you crazy?” You shot to your feet, balling your fists. “No way in hell!”

“I promise I can send help soon, but I need to make it look like you were rescued by someone else. I could phone Mirko, for example, or even a hero of your choice. Because realistically speaking, you would have no chance escaping this place with me on guard duty, quirkless or not.”

“So what am I supposed to—”

Hawks grabbed you by the arm. “Fake it till you make it, sweetheart,” he said harshly, yanking you toward a familiar hallway. Once you had reached your favorite little room, he held you in place by lifting your wrist high above his head. “Now, you can go willingly or I can throw you in.” He gave you about two seconds to respond—but you weren’t aware of this, so when he heard silence from you, he shrugged and tossed you inside with ease. He seemed to be enjoying this villain charade a little too much. “So, what hero do you want to get you outta here?” You stubbornly didn’t reply, exhausted of Hawks’ act. “You do know I’m still not entirely sure I can trust you. You should be grateful I’m offering to do this.”

Silence.

“If you encounter Doppelgänger again and recover your quirk, don’t look into his eyes…that’s how he activates his power. M’kay?”

“How do I recover my—”

“Don’t let it kill you first.” Following that, Hawks closed the door, the sound of the door locking echoing in your mind.

Seconds became minutes and minutes turned into hours. You sat in silence, several waves of grief washing over you. So many opportunities…gone. The opportunity to be a Hero? Declined. A Villain? Declined. At least you could say you had some great friends—

And then there was an explosion. Your head jerked to look at the door. A voice called to you from the other side. “Oi! Aya, you in there?”

Was that…Bakugou? “Yes, I’m here!” you shouted back. “Did…Hawks send…you?” You were expecting another Pro Hero—not a high school student.

“What? Hawks? Hell no! Deku forced me out here. Now get away from the door, I’m blowing it up!” Without hesitation, you backed away, plugging your ears and shutting your eyes to protect yourself from the blast.

Bakugou waved the smoke away with his arms, and the moment he was clearly visible, you ran to embrace him. He was as stiff as a board of course.

“Sorry,” you commented as you released him, your hair catching on his hero costume's headpiece.

“Bakugou, are you blushing?” another voice asked, a very pensive Todoroki standing in the doorway to your left. You panicked and pulled away from Bakugou, losing some strands of hair in the process.

“I am not, Half-and-Half Bastard!” Bakugou roared at his classmate.

“In any case, we need to get out of here as soon as possible,” Todoroki said with a shrug. “We don’t want Midoriya to run into any trouble.”

You began following the two out, caution being a top priority. “Todoroki, Bakugou, how did you find me?”

“We followed a villain here undetected,” Todoroki explained to you. “Midoriya is standing guard just outside the building.”

"Is UA safe?"

"I'm not sure, it took some time for us to figure out any leads after you disappeared. Last we knew, everything was as it should be, aside from catching a villain near campus."

"And now that we have our Provisional Hero Licenses, this gives us some fun shit to do," Bakugou added, coming to a sudden halt before stepping outside of the facility through the main doors. He held a hand up, commanding you and Todoroki to freeze. "Wait a damn minute, what's with all the questions? Can't you tell what's going on by listening to our thoughts?"

Shyly, your eyes shifted downward. "I...can't, no."

"What happened?" Todoroki asked with a downcast expression.

"It's a long story. What matters most is that we get me to UA so I can explain everything to the faculty. Things aren't looking good."

As soon as the three of you made it outdoors, Midoriya came into view...though he didn't look very excited to see you. "Hey!" he screamed. "I need backup, it's—”

Bright blue fire then manifested behind Deku, lighting up the night sky. If it weren’t for his speed, the boy would’ve been burned alive in a matter of seconds. "It's Dabi!" Deku finished his sentence as he joined alongside you.

You gawked at him. "It was Dabi you followed back here?!" Using the coldest ice he could muster, Todoroki quickly put out the surrounding blue flames. Right afterward, Bakugou eagerly jumped in front, his crimson eyes locking onto Dabi's figure which had emerged from behind a tree.

"I didn't know there'd be a welcome party waiting for me," Dabi snickered, his arms outstretched as if he wanted a hug.

"Why aren't you with the others?" you snapped, taking a step forward.

"I got bored."

"Bullshit.”

“What, did my mind tell you otherwise?” Dabi smirked, well aware of your quirkless state.

Deku narrowed his eyes at the fire-user, quickly changing the subject. "Why aren’t you attacking?”

"Because I know when I'm outnumbered." He twirled around and began to walk away. "Thanks for the play date, Izuku. Let’s do it again sometime.”

Bakugou lunged forward, screaming, "Bastard!" He wasn't quite able to reach Dabi before a wall of cerulean fire engulfed him, sending him tumbling backwards into Todoroki. Despite this, the blonde had managed to activate Explosion in time to push Dabi backward, forcing him to have to dig his heels into the ground to stay upright.

Midoriya sprang into action, shouting, "Kacchan, stay with Aya! Todoroki, on your feet! I need your ice!" The two obeyed, Todoroki rolling Bakugou off of himself and dashing towards Midoriya and Dabi. After being hit with Dabi's fire, Bakugou was far less interested in bickering with Izuku about being ordered around.

Midoriya and Todoroki flanked the villain, dodging cobalt fire left and right. Eventually, Deku was close enough to land a kick, and you swore you could see fear in Dabi's eyes for a brief moment. All of a sudden, the fear then twisted into a sick pleasurable expression, Dabi dancing out of Midoriya's line of attack and placing a ball of fire right in the young hero's face. Luckily for Deku, Shoto noticed this and weakened the blow by casting a wall of ice between Dabi and Midoriya. While Deku still took a hit via the impact of Dabi's fist, the villain's hand was injured as it came into contact with Todoroki's ice.

Shoto then exclaimed, "Flashfire Fist!" In response, Dabi's eyes widened and he returned the attack, practically mirroring Shoto. Their fire collided, the attacks canceling each other out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Midoriya jumping towards Dabi again. "Wyoming Smash!" he declared, successfully landing the attack and sending Dabi into the forest.

Katsuki stood up beside you, readying himself for battle again. “Is he…?”

Bakugou was interrupted by an eerie chuckle as Dabi came forth again, his nose appearing to have been broken by Deku’s Wyoming Smash. His eyes glowed in the crescent moon’s light, crimson liquid pouring freely from a wound near one of his temples. Meanwhile, the other half of the villain’s face was completely covered in blood.

“Wow, you brats have gotten stronger,” Dabi sneered, continuing to laugh. “You’ve also gotten on my nerves. Though it’s a good thing I came out here…it seems I’ve distracted you from the real business happening over at UA.”

“Where is the rest of the League?” Todoroki growled, Midoriya at his side.

“That’s just it, isn’t it? Oh, and Todoroki,” Dabi grinned, pressing a hand over his bloody eye. “Looks like you and I are twinning, now.”

“That’s enough talk!” Bakugou snapped, making his way over to stand next to his two teammates. He turned to Midoriya. “How are we supposed to detain him? Should I phone Eraserhead?”

“No,” Deku replied. “It sounds like we’re going to need Mr. Aizawa at UA.”

The villain laughed again. “You are all so foolish standing next to one another like that,” Dabi chortled as he effortlessly snapped his nose back into place. “Thanks for the bigger target, Shoto.” Dabi threw both hands forward, a tidal wave of sapphire flames heading towards Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou.

Right then and there, a new voice came into play.

“Flashfire Fist: Jetburn!”

Out of nowhere, the Number One Hero landed in front of you, his powerful attack protecting the trio of Class 1-A students. “Get out of here!” Endeavor demanded with a commanding presence. “I will handle this!”

Well, you four definitely weren’t going to argue with him. “Hawks, you son of a bitch,” you muttered to yourself.

When the fire surrounding everyone finally dispersed, Endeavor and Dabi stood several meters apart from one another, pride oozing out of the both of them. You, Deku, Bakugou and Todoroki started to evacuate the area, glancing over your shoulders to witness the Number One Hero in action.

“Endeavor,” Dabi said from afar, catching his breath. “What a…surprise.”

~~~~~

Chapter 11: I’m The King

[sirenselfship]

Incorrect quotes with TLM2 gang plus Razzle

Razzle: You use humor to deflect your trauma. Siren: Awww, thanks- Razzle: That’s not a good thing. Siren: All I’m hearing is that you think I’m funny.

Rex: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime. Siren: I like how this is a "fun" fact. Razzle: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

Siren, to Emmet: You're not Mario. Lets get something straight, you're Luigi at best. (What makes this great is Emmet’s VA is Chris Pratt who voices Mario in the movie)

Rex: looks at Siren Rex: Baby boy. Baby. Rex: looks at Razzle Rex: Evil.

Siren: The Ocean is a soup. Rex: Rex: Do elaborate. Siren: What are needed for something to be a soup? Rex: Erm… Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. Siren: Tilts head Rex: The Ocean is a Soup. Siren: The Ocean is a Soup.

Rex: Razzle is taking credit for Lucy's work, getting them to deal with everything, and making fun of them! You know what they sounds like? Emmet: You? Rex: No, I meant… You know Lucy. In spite of being clever and sarcastic they’re also… fragile and weird and they have trouble fitting in. And Razzle is taking advantage of their weakness! You know what that’s called? Emmet: A Rex? Rex: …Yeah, but I’m the only one who should be allowed to do that, okay?!

Rex: Razzle just insisted Siren and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter. Rex: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

Emmet: You’re alive. Rex: No need to sound so disappointed.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

24 February 2023 Friday 7:03 am pdt

Bcz incubus + company told garrido to do that (7:38 am pdt to) dugard what makes you think they don’t do that themselves? Big mansions & lots of resources to have a what did they call it “pizza gate”???? What makes you think they aren’t all the same as genji? Kidnapping & raping little girls? He likes virgins hence friendly unicorn 🦄. 7:05 pmpdt how dare you say my behavior is unacceptable, you’re being unnecessarily critical. My double vision is finally clear you know very well I want you gone not fit to tread the ground I’m walking on. Mixed up 🆙 to confuse people. His behavior is probably secretly unacceptable. 7:07 pmpdt sharp anus cutting pain 7:08 pmpdt feels like being cut by glass. Probably means he’s hiding something. 7:08 pmpdt

7:10 pmpdt he probably does all those affairs & lets it come out in public as a cover to the more awful things he does. Decoys. 7:11 pmpdt

7:11 pmpdt I saw 👀 on Instagram a story that makes me think I should predict stroh to be his new wife. Literarywhore? On Instagram. The woman 👩🏼 looks like stroh in one of the stories. Vag pain 7:13 pmpdt incubus can control people’s thoughts 💭 although she is trending now Bcz of him. 7:13 pmpdt the timing ⏱ Bcz of what I wrote in previous post makes it look 👀 like an answer to my question. Question 🙋🏻‍♀️ 7:14 pmpdt

7:43 am pdt will the fans who have become fans of his wife be consternated if he takes a new wife? Will his fans who had “couple goals” be consternated about his change in heart ❤️? Was there a change in heart ❤️ or was he always like this & finally revealed his true self? Once a cheater always a cheater? 7:45 am pdt decoys. 7;46 am pdt

Will maroon 5 have to find a new singer/front man? Will they do what I think 🤔 I heard 👂 journey did & found a voice doppelgänger? Or will James pick up the 🎙 🎤 7:48 am pdt? Maybe even pj? Will they split & maroon 5 be no more???? 7:49 am pdt

7:52 am pdt he said he wanted 100 💯 hundred children 👶... did he really mean w/behati? 7:53 am pdt

7:56 am pdt if you’re serious about being a hero 🦸‍♀️ you’re supposed to catch them in the middle of a crime scene. & incubus told them to not find her for years. So he’s not telling anyone where the children are. Does that mean you have to really want to catch them & really put in th effort all by yourself w/o prompting? Bcz he is the Antichrist devil. He told you himself via the Bible. You choose to believe what you want. That’s fine. 7:59 am pdt make sure you analyze the testimony correctly. 8 am pdt don’t apply labels 🏷. Describe. Too much is hidden in a label 🏷. 8:01 am pdt

8:01 am pdt you can’t rely on the cops 👮‍♀️. They like prostitution of 16 year old girls? 8:02 am pdt #3 feelings- diarrhea 8:03 am pdt

8:07 am pdt they’re all dirty d*cks.

8:19 you all admired the pied piper. No one liked me. Some children disrespect me w/o knowing me. The most attention I get are from my own family Bcz I’ve never lived alone in a big house 🏠. I had my own bedroom one year in college surrounded by freshman & exchange students. & whoreish/pimpish men who like s*x immediately without a proper courtship. I’ve been surrounded by people forever ♾ Bcz of neighbors in apartment living. Garrido & incubus had their own houses 🏘 w/ big backyards. His wife probably made a lot of money 💰. There’s a reason why houses 🏠 are spelled hoe uses. 8:27 am pdt you go after little fish 🐠 like me, & you think 🤔 you’re a big hero 🦸‍♀️? Think again you cowards. 8:28 am pdt

9:11 am pdt last year? I heard 👂 someone say police 👮‍♀️ don’t protect people. They protect property. Possession is 9/10 ths the law? Heard that a lot when I was probably a teen . Demonic possession too. 9:14 am pdt skull 💀 pain

😵 incubus burned my left hip. I’m probably going to lose my hips soon. He wants me secretly delusional that it won’t happen Bcz he shows me wedding 👰 rings & dresses 👗. But he ripped & chiseled away bones 🦴. My mind keeps being pulled back into believing him but now it’s getting difficult to fall back in to the delusion. 9:21 am pdt

9:23 am pdt they’re never going to change. They are going to destroy me until I’m 100 💯 % destroyed. No recovery. No rehabilitation. No more growth. 9:24 am pdt expect the same for everyone in the near future. This is what he calls love 💗. 9:25 am pdt

9:25 am pdt they will always be child 👶 rapist Bcz they fear intelligence in others. 9:26 am pdt when a woman is 30 she starts to get smarter? 9:27 am pdt

incubus allowed dugard to be found past the age of 20. I forgot how old. Incubus likes them young. 9:28 am pdt

incubus is the monster 👿 living in all little girls dreams Bcz incubus literally gives women nightmares & rapes when they sleep 😴. 9:30 🕤 am pdt

9:31 am pdt this is how the incubus likes the world 🌎 to be . Now & forever, world 🌎 (tummy ache 😖 caused by incubus & difficulty breathing 9:32 am pdt) with out end. 9:32 am pdt

& it will be that way forever Bcz he’s the dragon 🐉. He showed us. He draaaags on that’s true love 💗. He puts on behati’s clothing for Halloween 👻 & raises his fist 👊 & shows his true love tattoo & he hugs behati’s leg 🦵 & behati says she wants that monkey 🐒 then he gets the tattoo on the corresponding leg 🦵 if the dragon 🐉, & ocean 🌊 water 💧 on the other leg 🦵 as if he’s walking 🚶‍♂️ out of the ocean 🌊. On Instagram. If you take tummy ache 😖😭 9:37 am pdt art 🖼 history there’s a painting 🧑‍🎨 of people being tormented 😫 by monkeys 🐒 which is supposed to be a depiction of hell. Monkey 🐒 on your back. 9:38 am pdt wizard 🧙‍♀️ of oz flying monkeys 🐒. 9:39 am pdt

9:59 am pdt 10:07 am pdt

19:43 18:43 10:43 am pdt diarrhea feeling cramps nausea in 2010 Scott had extremely pale skin. Paler than I remembered in 2007. I m not sure of his schedule, but the pizza 🍕 place he worked at had late hours. I forget if it was open past midnight 🕛. My sister used to come back past midnight 🕛 ? Maybe 🤔 w/ pizza 🍕 from there. 10:45 am pdt

the incubus wants people to think I’m wicked so he’s making (brain 🧠 head pain autocorrect hemorrhage 10:46 am pdt ) me sound like a wicked witch 🧙‍♀️ goblin when I try to force hot air out of lungs 🫁. Funny. Not. Funny Bcz I didn’t command people to kidnap & rape 11 year old little girls & command people to not find her until she had 2 children 👶 w/ the man 👨 so she can write a book called stolen life = incubus’ form of love 💗 to fuel ⛽️ capitalism. 10:49 am pdt

10:49 am pdt incubus is reminding me he doesn’t like me. 10:50 am he likes to make the browser jump down to previous posts. 19:59 10:51 am pdt

10:51 am pdt incubus hurt my spine. If you are the type of person who justifies rape, I want to ask do sperm banks 🏦 work ? Are they really able to preserve sperm long enough? Do men preserve sperm until they become turned on? How does it work? 10:53 am pdt I’m afraid 😱 of the answer. 10:54 am pdt yet somehow wife beaters get married. How do you justify rape? 10:54 10:55 am pdt

19:55 10:55 am pdt are women really (brain head pain 10:55 am pdt) that horrible? If they were don’t you think that all men would have been castrated already? 10:56 am pdt very simple questions.

10:57 am pdt p*nis size matters to women. We cannot easily pleasure ourselves. Fingers are too short & thin. 10:58 am pdt women crave the feeling of a substantial d*ck. Nothing else will do EVER. 10:58 am pdt if she wants anything else it’s Bcz the demon lord manipulated it to make it so. 10:59 am pdt no one likes you incubus go away. 10:58 am pdt

11 am pdt ⬆️ 10:59 am pdt

11:01 am pdt the veil/vale they will put on me is a sheet they put over dead ☠️ people. 11:02 am pdt heinous. Dyslexic johansen. -> yo heinous. Guy w/ middle name David from middle school 🏫 was dyslexic. He’s threatening me w/a hemorrhage of brain 🧠 aneurysm. Doctors 🥼 say things like it was there since born. They say that to probably silently insult you to say you deserve to be conned Bcz of your genes 🧬 . 11:05 am pdt that or the incubus decided to give you that destiny. Generational curse. 11:05 am pdt nothing is coincidence some people might say. It’s probably true. There probably is no test. Everything is made up 🆙 by the incubus. 11:06 am pdt

11:07 am pdt “Brendan” liked to call me “babydoll” 11:08 am pdt dolphin 🐬

11:09 am pdt Scott lived on johansen.

11:20 11:21 am pdt I’m the only one ☝️ who thinks this (tummy ache 😖 11:22 am) incubus loves Scott. Scott loves incubus. Scott & incubus hate me. Scott wrote on his Facebook bio/about me section that it’s not his fault he fell for an unethical whore. That’s what I think I recall. He didn’t write ✍️ my name but all his friends who met me probably saw 🪚 it. Incubus made that emoji come up 🆙. 11:25 am pdt he posted a video reel he titled something like “bone saws reeeeady” in YouTube. He says “yeah, right” like he doesn’t know COVID is going to happen, even though he put his arm around my neck like a snake 🐍. 11:27 am pdt

11:29 am pdt the dyslexia + sign 🪧 is most likely a device to keep me in the pot of boiling water 💦. 11:30 🕦 am pdt

11:31 am pdt the incubus double crosses me all the time. 11:31 am pdt

11:32 am pdt he claims Scott is using his magic 🪄 w/ him so Scott knows everything, too & is watching me w/ his mysterious invisible things. Which means he has no intentions of saving me, is what I have come to realize now. 11:34 am pdt which means we stuck forever like this. This is incubus utopia. 11:35 am pdt

11:36 am pdt incubus wants to manipulate me all the time to keep me in the slow boiling water 💦. It has reached the max hotness levels already that my back has become uncomfortably tight & skin is sunburned. 🌞 11:38 am pdt Scott’s email has servo in it which for years until last year I thought was Spanglish for serving like a waiter. It actually is part of a bigger word meaning a motor that receives a signal & gives feedback. Servo = serf = slavery. Magic 🪄 of incubus. Now I die. 11:40 am pdt bcz I believe the death part Bcz it’s usually true. Nothing else has come true. Not the nicer stuff. All lies made convenient by distance, doubles actors & photoshop. I suspec his going to choke me to death now with heat& incinerate me completely. This is me calling his bluff. Which he’s not afraid to carry out Bcz he had had has 8 billion people anyway. 11:43 am pdt coincidentally that is the time. Backwards it spells ehi which means pee, to name someone pee seems insulting. But incubus twists it to nome become romantic which the feeling needs to die now Bcz it’s never going to happen even though all my endurance running 🏃🏻‍♀️ &’change in diet combined w/ celibacy has made me a virgin again. Katelyn briatoe briatow bristowe I keep my misspellings Bcz signs 🪧 (brain pain sandpaper acid 11:47 am pdt) I didnt realiZe that joke. I’m most likely still a virgin again. Another way to make me realize he doesn’t even want my vag. There’s an article that women are in their s*x primes when are 30. Incubus is probably faking me out. 11:49 am pdt incubus told me when I was 16 years old that his 🍆is 6 inches long. 11:50 am pdt left leg shin area pain. I will probably see me bee 🐝 completely annihilated now Bcz he has every intention of continuing child rape a lot like the way doctors will tell you you were born w/ something Even though you weren’t. Doctors 🥼 are accomplices of child rape. They probably participate it in their selves themselves Bcz they like a tight seal 🦭- virgin seal 🦭. They are all *ssholes. 11:53 am pdt 11:54 am pdt

12:06 pmpdt doctors 🥼 thrive off of greed, conning, & neglect 12:06 pmpdt

12:08 pmpdt vag acid pain inside. It was going to happen anyway. I’m too virgin to have been ever touched by incubus in any loving 🥰 way by his d*ck. 12:09 pmpdt he tortured my vag a lot the last 5 years. It’s probably full of scar tissue. 12:10 pmpdt

12:11 pmpdt scar tissue that I wish you saw 🪚 🌶🎶🎼🎵🎤🎸

12:13 pmpdt he wanted me to believe we had s*x & he pulled out & spilled his cum all over my slippers 🥿. I did not notice anything unti it grew moldy. Great. I had another gross thing to clean 🧽. 12:14 pmpdt all the while he tortured me a lot. Incubus messed up 🆙 the few sorts nice things I had. He messed with my pillows putting stains on those & messed with the threads 🧵 of pilllow cases & put ink on my bed 🛌 sheets. 12:16 pmpdt

recently (vag acid heat pain brain 🧠 skull 💀 pain 12:17 pmpdt) he put dirt in my bed. 12:18 pmpdt

incubus probably possessed garrido to say society ignored his problems to fake us out Bcz he still gives hospitals 🏥 the authority to ignore us. They’re only in it for the money 💰. Bcz they will see us abuse us pretend to help? Take a lot of money rib rob our wallets & they’ll do it Bcz it saves their *sses more than one way. It benefits them doesn’t it? They aren’t righteous. Real heroes who don’t know about god stick their necks out for others. 12:22 pmpdt

if you want to find a real person whose a real hero 🦸‍♀️ those are people who don’t know god exists & do heroic things anyway. 12:23 pmpdt you all are cads? 12:23 pmpdt

12:24 pmpdt lunch time I guess. 12:25 pmpdt

12:38 pmpdt doctors 🥼 have the money 💰 & police 👮‍♂️ have authority to create a land conducive? To the existence? If “pizzagate” Bcz they thrive off of it. Cads like child rape Bcz they’re looking for virgin seals 🦭. Doctors 🥼 are cads too. Doctors 🥼 & police 👮‍♂️ listen 👂 to incubus god. Proof is the laws & Jaycee dugard kidnapping & rape. Even though they had permission to enter & search 🔦 by law the police 👮‍♂️ did not follow through which means they are part of the “pizzagate”? Schemes. Doctors 🥼 don’t help people’s brains 🧠 heal so that incubus can cause more problems so capitalism thrives including doctors 🥼 & policeman 👮‍♂️ careers. 12:43 pmpdt in a true utopia everyone would get what they needed & wouldn’t have to suffer to get what they needed. Everyone who is able to work will do what they can. We can live simple lives, & have more vacations & days off & spend time with people we like. There would be safer amusement park rides & more concerts & festivals.? 12:46 pmpdt am I thinking irrationally? Not practical? Like a kid 👧? 12:46 pmpdt in cApitalism I ignored a word. Autocorrect put in. Puts rapists like Nick carter in power. In the news 📰 someone w/ a lot of money 💰 was found guilty of murdering girlfriend & s*c trafficking? Something to do w/Swiss bank accounts. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I can find it again. 12:49 pmpdt

if you are alll about saving lives & not in it for the money 💰 then how would we know if you don’t prove yourself? 12:58 pmpdt

12:59 pmpdt police 👮‍♀️ are rewarded with prostitution. They have the power to hold people against their will. 12:59 pmpdt maybe 🤔 interrogations should happen without (#3 diarrhea pain 1 pm) guns present ? Are they present? 1:02 pmpdt I have not been interrogated in a police headquarters, I’ve watched tv 📺 1:03 pmpdt I feel very in un knowledgeable now. Incubus burned burning butt & lower back? I think it’s killing my flesh & ability to grow bones 🦴 & heal. 1:04 pmpdt incubus has no intentions of changing the world 🌎 this is his utopia as is. He attacks my hips over & over again. My body is absurd. 1:05 pmpdt I feel last if he is labeling me the worst person I the world 🌎 1:06 pmpdt

1:07 pmpdt autocorrect is trying to brainwash 🧠 me. I feel like he’s labeled 🏷 me the worst person in the world 🌎 1:08 pmpdt

[nabataprophet]

why are you me. i’m me.

A traveling wedding boutique has arrived in town! They offer customized wedding dress and suit fittings. Find that perfect dress and get it tailor made to fit your body… and maybe bring a loved one with you while you’re at it! [Grants Faith +1]​

Recently, when Sophia is in town to run errands, she spends a bit of time peeking through the window of the traveling wedding boutique before continuing on her way. Today, however, is her unlucky day, because one of the employees finally takes notice of the girl hovering outside the store.

“Oh my!” cries a voice from inside the boutique and a tailor comes scurrying out. “Just look at how atrociously your clothes are fitted, you poor dear! Come over here, I’ll show you what a properly fitted dress is like.”

Sophia glances down at her clothing. It’s true that she wears her skirt longer than most, but that’s simply her preference. It’s less relevant in a climate like Fódlan‘s, but a longer skirt provides more protection against the harsh sun and the hot sand, so that’s always what she’s worn. Is it truly that unfashionable?

“No, I—“ she starts to protest, before the tailor begins to steer her into the store and cuts her off. “I insist! You should bring your twin with you, too! Wouldn’t it be cute to get matching dresses?”

“...? ...My...twin...?” 

Completely baffled, Sophia compliantly allows herself to be directed towards the store. She does not have any blood related siblings, much less a twin, but when she peeks over her shoulder, the last thing she expects to see is her doppelgänger. Ah, but not quite. If one looks closer, the differences become obvious. The other girl’s hair and eyes are a much more silver hue and her hair does not drag on the ground behind her the way Sophia’s does. Her face, too, is slightly more mature than the face of someone who barely ages at all. Still, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Who...are you?”

@nagargent

[that-astrology-ho]

Nitpicking at Astrology with a Virgo #1

*✧ Pisces don’t like to take other people’s advice mainly because they’re stuck in their delulu Neptunian land. So naturally, they’ll only listen to your advice/wisdom/opinion only if it’s feeding into their nonlogical mindset.

*✧ Even though Virgo’s and Gemini’s are squared, they get along super well since they both rule over mercury. They’re very much the iconic duo when it comes to thinking and communicating.

*✧ All of GenZ has a Sagittarius Pluto. So anyone born from November 10, 1995- January 25, 2008, and June 14, 2008-November 26, 2008 is astrologically Gen-Z.

*✧ Speaking of Pluto, our greatest generational planet, the new dawning of the age of Aquarius is March 23, 2023. Mark it down.

*✧ Earth Mercury natives (Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn) have the most beautiful voices. Capricorn’s have a more breathy tone, Taurus is more raspy, and Virgo is just grounding.

*✧ Speaking of voices, famous singers often have Mercury conjunct a personal planet which makes their voices stand out. I’ve realized it’s more amplified when it’s in Earth signs as well. For example: Amy Winehouse, V and Jungkook from BTS, Elvis Presley, Freddie Mercury, Joan Jett, Lizzo, etc.

*✧ Cancer’s sometimes have a darker aesthetic/aura than Scorpio. Unless it’s paired with libra or Taurus, they can have a darker aesthetic, but more pleasing and approachable than Scorpio.

*✧ Scorpio’s very rarely lay their cards down before anybody else does, so if they open up about something before you do, you mean a lot to them. Also they aren’t their necessarily the ones to want to know everything about you right off the bat. They want to have a balanced kind of friendship/relationship with the person they’re with, so if they feel they aren’t getting as much from you as they gave to you, THEN they will try to get to know everything about you just so they have dirt on you when shit goes down.

*✧ Pisces and Libra tend to look at the best in people. So when someone’s getting a bad rep or being misunderstood, they’ll be the most loyal and most likely the first to stand up for you.

*✧ Aries are actually a lot more quiet and standoffish in person. It’s when you become apart of their life that they become a complete freak show.

*✧ Same with Gemini. They’re very loud and funny and the best to hang out with, but at first they’re really quiet and polite and reserved, which really is not the case once you get to know them

*✧ Sagittarius in personal planets (especially moon and mars) really suck at closure. Like they’re deadass the ones to ghost you after you start to expect the bare minimum to them💀💀

*✧ The house that your Saturn lies in can help show how karma takes a hold on people that betrayed you in some way.

*✧ Having Jupiter in your tenth can show a lot of wealth or financial gain throughout your life. Depending on what sign your house is in, that can show where your money would come from (ex. Leo in tenth natives can be great entertainers and can work in the film industry)

*✧ Having a personal planet in retrograde isn’t bad. It helps emphasize that you need to relearn how to operate under that planet. For example, if you have your moon in retrograde, you tend to look back on your emotions/emotional periods in your life before you grow as an individual. Having a planet in retrograde can also make you great at helping other people process their emotions/thoughts/karma whatever.

*✧ scorpio in the 12th can be a haunting placement to have. These individuals worst fear is their own subconscious and thoughts. They may be prone to have a fear of mirrors/past lives/and the idea of doppelgängers. People with this placement have a tendency to either keep everything bottled up or overly express themselves in hopes that people will accept them, when honestly either outcome leads to people perceiving them as sketchy and secretive.

*✧ Leo and Aquarius are opposite signs that I find most intriguing. Aquarius finds it annoying when people follow/copy them or the status quo, while Leo admires having multiple followers and even attempts to gain more recognition and appreciation. They’re both the most showy, outstanding, and individualized signs, but they both have a problem when it comes to fame and recognition. With Aquarius they struggle with the social environment and Leo struggles with their personal environment.

*✧Venus signs get the rep that you’re going to marry/date the sign your venus is in, when in actuality you’ll be better off with someone that fits your Mars sign. Your Mars deals with your sexuality, energy, and self expression, so whatever you put out in the world you get back.

*✧ I’ve also noticed that people with their venus/Mars conjunct usually have the most idealistic relationships because their way of expressing their love and themselves fits well with their partner. People with venus/Mars opposition can have a harder time deciphering what they envision their partner to be and who their part we really is. It’s hard for them to pick apart if they really like their partner for who they are or the idea of what they could be/expect them to be.

*✧ Cancer Mars/Venus natives are one of the kinkiest placements to have in astrology when it comes to sex lmao

*✧ Having venus/libra in your 11th house can make you have trouble understanding romantic feelings/gestures with platonic feelings/gestures. These people could strive for a relationship that relies on being close friends, or even have a friends-lovers situation. *This could be heightened with Aries venus in 11th house ruled by libra

*✧ Capricorn moon natives are some of the most ethereal and caregiving people. Capricorn is associated with the father, rules, orders, finances, and work. When someone’s moon is in Capricorn it can show someone who’s both very protective of their feelings, but even more protective of their loved one’s. I’ve noticed they feel so deeply when they witness someone they love having a hard time (especially with emotional/mental battles) because it’s not something they can easily fix or advise on. Capricorn moons feel the urge to protect and secure everyone they love to a greater extent than cap suns and risings all because they emotionally feel like that’s what they’re called to do. I love you Cap moons🤍🤍

*✧ Speaking of protecting, the difference between scorpio and Taurus is Taurus is more so possessive of everyone and everything in their life while scorpio is more protecting. Taurus loves to spoil themselves and others and tend to become possessive because of all the time, energy, and money they devote to close ones. Scorpio on the other hand value closeness on a spiritual level and need constant reassurance that they’re understood when it comes to their feelings and thoughts. Because of that worry and fear they become protective of the few people that are able to understand them the way they do.

*✧ I believe scorpio has a thing where they know how much they hurt and feel that if someone can empathize with them, it’s both reassuring and distressing. They like it because they’re able to feel like they belong, but they also hate it because they never want anyone to hurt the same way they do. This can apply more for Scorpio moon natives or moon in the 8th house.

*✧ Having capricorn in Neptune gets a rep of being boring and too narrow visioned. This is true but it also shows a generation of people who know what they’re capable of achieving without focusing too much on what COULD be. It can have be more “boring” if someone had Saturn in the 12th house that was ruled by another earth sign, but this mainly just shows a generation of people that are capable of getting stuff done that needs to get done and being influencers for the next generation to look up to.

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KRS as Cale Henituse + traveling back in time + having to do it all over again

except he goes farther than maybe the god of death was intending bc he blinks his eyes open and a little boy with red hair and brown eyes and a scowl on his face is standing over him

the boy says, “you’re sleeping on the road. Do you want to die? It’s worse because you look like me,” and drags him over to a very familiar mansion

KRS through og!child!Cale’s eyes fixing all of og!Cale’s crises and KRS internally despairing that he won’t see the family he knew again so og!Cale sees him drinking sometimes and sometimes withdrawing into himself but he doesn’t know why

og!Cale living thru KRS’ crazy stunts and self sacrificing bullshit and paling and squawking and trying to make him take better care of himself

og!Cale and KRS saving the world

og!Cale now tall and grown, nursing a drink and reflecting on how KRS looks so much like an older version of him, how similar they look to each other

“tell me,” he demands of KRS when he hunts him down one day and KRS is looking like him and has a book open on his lap because he gave up drinking after Cale threatened to follow in his footsteps and they both knew that Cale on the glass wouldn’t pan out very well.

KRS telling og!Cale after some hemming/hawing

Cale crying for him, crying angry hot tears of indignation and wrath for a loved one’s unfair circumstances and curling his fists into balls and resolving to kill a god

”so I’m…?” “Dead, I think.” “Good to know,” and cale just balling up that information and deciding to chuck it out the window because it’s not like it can happen again. They’ve changed too much for that.

og!Cale eventually figuring out a way for KRS to return to his time, his world, his place where he’s surrounded by people he loves and who loves him back in turn and hesitating before he can put the recipe for the spell/ritual/whatever to action and actually use it

og!Cale having a chat with KRS

”if you could go back what would you do?” “Anything,”

and KRS looking mildly wistful but bored and Cale knowing he’s hiding a lot of repressed nostalgia/sadness/heartache in that expression

og!cale following through

KRS leaving, literally packing all his stuff which isn’t much but he can’t forget the overflowing pocket dimension of riches and gifts his fans have given him over the years that’s a lot of money, and turning expectantly to Cale before he leaves and Cale’s like ?? *glare glare* “get the fuck out of here already,”

KRS looking at him like he‘s lost it and “you’re coming too,” and it’s not even a question? Like wtf?

and Cale looking at KRS and KRS looking at Cale and KRS blinking and cocking his head like he’s just realized, “unless you don’t want to.” And over the years they’ve both burned and built bridges, they’ve made alliances and made allies and they’ve cultivated a web of resources, even the counterparts of KRS’ family but they never really let anyone get super close because it just felt wrong. they weren’t meant to be here.

Well, KRS wasn’t meant to be here, he’s not from this time after all but for og!cale it is his world and it is his time so he could never truly figure out why it felt like he never fit, why his own family felt like a mile away sometimes

og!cale thinking of all the people he’s met, all the people he’s attached to only in the barest sense, like they’re velcro stitched by the flimsiest threads, one strong wind and they’d be separated, divided like fhey were never joined to begin with

og!Cale thinking of them, and thinking of KRS. Thinking of all the things they’ve been through and how far they’ve come

og!Cale taking KRS’s hand

them jumping through the warp/circle/spell/whatever

og!Cale meeting KRS’ family

og!Cale giving up his name to live as Cain Henituse, long lost cousin or distant relative or random doppelgänger who just happened upon KRS!Cale and decided to stick to him like a burr

Cale introducing Cain to the people in his life and them, after some surprise and confusion and “wtf who is this is he safe,” welcoming Cain into the fold

Cain feeling like he finally, finally belongs?!?

Cale still pulling the same self-sacrificing false-slacker bullshit he did in cain’s original world

Cain suffering but having others to suffer with him because here they all know what Cale is like “omg let me tell you about this one time-“

KRS!Cale never getting that slacker life

Cain finding happiness

Cale and Cain and everyone else settling down, finding peace, what passes for peace in Cale’s time and world and with Cale around anyway, and Cain and Cale growing old together

Cain coming to find Cale one day,

”hey, what are you doing sleeping on the floor, old man? You wanna die? It’s worse because we look like each other- but obviously I’m the better looking.”

And Cale laughs

the end

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Daydreaming (all the time)

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When Nico comes home and sees an two identical Thomases asleep on the couch, he discovers some new sides of his boyfriend. When Nico throws his car keys on the wall-mounted hook and sees Thomas asleep on the couch with someone sitting next to him, his first, anxiety-ridden thought is “he’s cheating.” But he quickly dismisses it, replacing it with his second thought: “I didn’t know Thomas’ brother was over!”

When Nico tiptoes to the couch to better see which of Thomas’s many brothers it is, his third thought is “ Thomas never mentioned he had a twin brother!”

Everything about the two men is identical except for their clothes- the way their lips quirked up into a small smile, the little mole on their chins, even their sleeping positions.

But his fourth and most conflicting thought appears when the man next to Thomas, clad in a purple shirt, black skinny jeans, and a black jacket with purple patches, wakes up with a jolt and looks directly at Nico.

“Uh,” Nico smiles. “Hi. Didn’t mean to wake you up sorry about that! Thomas didn’t mention his brother coming over- last-minute visit? Can I get you something?”

The brother pales (as much as he can, between how pale Thomas is naturally and what seems to be the even paler foundation the brother used.) and the black lines under his eyes, which Nico had previously thought were just bags from lack of sleep, suddenly stretch down to his cheekbones.

“I- uh- Thomas!” The brother stutters, his voice increasing to almost a shout when he calls Thomas’s name.

Thomas jolts awake, almost flying off the couch as he sits up. He looks around wildly for a second, his hair flopping into his eyes before he looks up at Nico.

“Ah! Nico! You’re… home. Early. Is it early? Uhm, I, he- we were- uh-“ Thomas stutters. Nico had known him long enough that he only trailed off like that when he was particularly anxious.

“You never mentioned having a twin brother! That’s so cool!” Nico sits down next to Thomas as the brother stood up, moving to the stairs.

“Oh- he’s- we’re… we aren’t actually twins. Or brothers. Or related at all, actually,” Thomas rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh! A doppelgänger, then? Don’t worry, I still like you better,” Nico laughs. Thomas gives a small grin.

“No… he’s…” Thomas looks towards his purple-clad… friend? Nico wasn’t sure anymore. The friend sighs and nods before sitting down on the bottom step and crossing his legs. “I should just… show you. It’s hard to explain.”

“Oh, okay then. Er, what exactly are you explaining?”

Thomas took a deep breath. “Okay. Nico, I, um, so you know when you hear me arguing with myself sometimes? Well, uh, I’m arguing with him.” Thomas pointed to the person on the stairs, who gave a smirk and a small two-finger salute. Nico gave a slight eyebrow raise as he noticed the eyeshadow had gotten darker and even more caked on, almost looking like black tears.

“And, uh, he’s not the only one,” Thomas continued. “That’s Virgil, and there’s Patton, Roman, Logan, Ja-“

Thomas was cut off by another voice chiming in.

“Yes Thomas, please do ruin my entrance. I love it when that happens.”

Nico whipped around to see who had spoken and did a double-take as he saw who was standing in front of the blinds. It was another person who looked eerily similar to Thomas- well, on half his face, anyway. The other half seemed to be a snake? And to top off the look, the snake-faced man was dressed in a getup similar to what Nico imagined a Victorian-era vampire would wear; a black capelet, black tunic, and a black bowler hat with a yellow band.

“Who-“ Nico started but was cut off yet again by someone else appearing right next to Snakeface. The newcomer gave a bright smile towards Thomas and then turned to face Snakeface.

“Hiya Janus! Um, you’re in my spot again… I’m sure we can share, though!”

Janus- an odd name, but weirdly fitting, Nico thought- rolled his eyes. “Patton, congratulations on being the second person to ruin my entrance today alone,” he drawled.

“What entrance? Thomas already knows all about you- oh!” Patton suddenly looked directly at Nico. “We’re doing this now? Hi Nico!” Patton grinned and clapped, while

“Ah, Thomas,” Nico whipped around yet again to see who had appeared next to the stairs. “And Nico. I suppose you are doing this now.”

“Not without me!” Someone else sang as he appeared in front of the couch.

“Boo!” Another shouted from… behind the TV? All of the other Thomas Clones screamed, and the newcomer clad in green with what seemed to be a mustache sticker taped on.

“Okay… what’s happening? And… Why do they all look exactly like you?” Nico asked cautiously.

“Okay,” Thomas took another deep breath, holding this one for several counts. “So… these are all the guys I argue with when you hear me arguing with myself. And I actually am arguing with myself, because they’re all me, but- agh, this doesn’t make any sense.”

“Allow me to explain, then. Hello, Nico. I am Logan, the representation of Thomas’s logic. We are what he calls sides, for the alliteration I presume. We each represent a portion of his personality, in a way. I am every fact he’s ever learned, his critical thinking, curiosity, and the only reason he graduated college with a chemical engineering degree. And then proceeded to waste that degree, but that is not today’s discussion.”

“Not true! Remember all the argumentative papers? That was all me!” Janus glared.

The other Thomases broke out into an argument and Logan rolled his eyes- Nico could have sworn he saw an orange tint- and Thomas gave an apoplectic look.

“Sorry about… that,” he gestured.

“Do they- you? Does this happen often?”

“Yeah. Sometimes they mix it up and argue in song form.”

Nico looked around the room and nodded. “So they’re all you? Is it like a superpower or something?”

“No, I don’t really know what it is. They’re all imaginary, so I don’t know why you’re able to see them… I knew if you were somehow able to see them I’d tell you, but…” Thomas trailed off.

“But what?” Nico prompted.

“I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”

“Hey, don’t worry- if no one was weird I’d think we’d all be pretty boring. Besides- this actually makes a lot of sense.”

“Yeah- wait, what do you mean it makes sense?”

“Well,” Nico gave a nervous laugh. “I’d seen a bunch of stuff moving on their own, flashes of color out of the corner of my eye, even heard voices a couple of times. I was nearly starting to believe in ghosts!”

Thomas chuckled. “I never even thought about that! Well, I’m glad I haven't scared you off yet. I didn’t scare you off, right?”

“It’ll take more than figments of your imagination to get rid of me, Mr. Sanders,” Nico smiled and planted a kiss on Thomas’s cheek, smiling as he flushed a bright pink. “Now come on, I’m going to bed. Pack up your… you’s … and join me.”

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inspired by a prompt from @tss-au-slash-fanfic-ideas !