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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 3 (Part 3)

Following is part 3 of my translation of Chapter 3 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-51 to 7-55. This concludes chapter 3.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-51

Grim: What the!? The floor gave way behind us! T-There’s nowhere else we can run to….! S-Somebooodyyyyy!!!!

???: Prefect! Grim!

Grim: Eep! You’re that guy from Diasomnia….

Silver: We’ll talk later! Both of you, grab onto me. Hurry! Those I’ve met before, and those I’ll meet someday…. Come, and let us dream the same dream.

Yuu: We’re…. Flying!

Grim: Waaaaaah!! Where’s the groouuuund!!

Silver: Damn it….! I can’t control it….! Hold on to me! Tightly!

Grim: Aaaugh! If you keep squeezin’ me like that all my insides are gonna pop out!!

Silver: Please, just bear with it! If we get separated, there’s no guarantee you’ll make it!

Grim: Waaaaaaaaah!

Grim: …..aaaaAAAAH!!

Silver: O Winds! ……Argh…. Are you two okay?

Grim: Ugh…. My eyes are still spinnin’.

Yuu: I’m so dizzy I can’t even get up….

Silver: Easy now. Don’t stand up too fast. At any rate, I’m glad you don’t appear to be injured.

Grim: W-Where is this place? I feel like I’ve seen it before… Ah! Is this… Diasomnia!?

Silver: No…. This isn’t the real Diasomnia. This is the Diasomnia “within someone’s dreams”. It’s still too soon to relax, but it appears we were able to shake off that “Darkness” from earlier.

Grim: “Darkness”?.... You mean that wiggly black stuff?

Silver: Yes. It appears in everyone’s dreams, and I’ve encountered it many times before… If those things ensnare you in their grasp, they’ll drag you down into an even deeper sleep. Don't let your guard down.

Yuu: I wonder if Mickey’s okay…

Silver: “Darkness” eroding away dreams and a dream breaking down on its own are two different things. When the dreamer wakes up in real life, the dream breaks down… Just like what happened with that room we were in. In other words, he simply woke up and returned to reality. You don’t need to worry. Ah, before I forget… You said his name was Mickey? I feel like I…. met him once before… in a dream.

Mickey: While you were gone, I found a stranger in my dream room. It was a boy with silver hair and eyes the strangest color.

Yuu: Wait, so the silver haired boy that Mickey mentioned before was….!

Silver: However… It’s strange. I’m only supposed to be able to cross into the dreams of those I have some sort of connection with. And the fact that he even remembered meeting me in a dream is also strange, in and of itself….

Episode 7-52

Grim: So how’d you end up in that room anyways?

Silver: I saw a bird in my dream that emitted the most unusual, rainbow-colored light. And when I followed that bird and crossed into the dream… I arrived in that room.

Yuu: What do you mean you “crossed into the dream”?

Silver: My unique magic, “Meet in a Dream”, allows me to cross between the dreams that other people are dreaming. What I pass through along the way is that sky-like space we were just in…. I call it the “Corridor of Dreams”.

Grim: What, you can enter peoples’ dreams!? Holy crap! That’s awesome magic! So if you go into the heads of the school teachers, you could peep what’s gonna be on the next test!?

Silver: It’s difficult to explain, but my magic isn’t for entering people’s minds…. It’s for… How should I put this… I enter people’s dreams, erm, I mean… I guess you could say, what they see in their hearts…. Or you could even say, the world of imagination borne from someone’s memories and desires…. At any rate, it’s that kind of world. I won’t know what someone’s dreaming until I cross over. So even if I was able to cross over into one of the professor’s dreams, I doubt I’d be able to find out what kind of test questions they have in mind. To be honest with you, I myself still don’t fully grasp all the idiosyncrasies of dreams and my unique magic. Dreams are nebulous things to begin with, different for each person…. And I often forget what happened within the dreams by the time I wake up.

Grim: What the heck… Your magic’s friggin’ useless, dude.

Silver: I’m sorry I couldn’t meet your expectations. As you say, “Meet in a Dream” has never been all that useful to me. I can only use it when I’m asleep, and I also have to be cognizant that I’m within a dream.

Grim: So that means… Our bodies really must be still asleep at the party venue in Diasomnia, right?

Silver: Yes, most likely. Due to…. Lord Malleus’s magic. Once I realized I was dreaming, I tried countless times to wake myself up. But… I haven’t had any luck getting out of the dream world.

Grim: Wait, there’s a way to wake ourselves up? How!?

Silver: If you receive a big shock - either in the dream or in the real world - you can force yourself awake. And so when I arrived in the dream world…. I tried banging my head against a bunch of different things and punching myself…. But I don’t think my body stirred one bit.

Yuu: (S-So he was just beating himself up, basically…)

Silver: That we’ve been cast into such a deep sleep shows just how powerful Lord Malleus’s spell is… Lord Malleus… Why would you do such a thing…

Malleus: I WILL NOT LOSE YOU!!

Silver: Even if you do something like this, Father is….. And you yourself must…

Grim: Come on, isn’t there any other way? I don’t wanna be lyin’ around sleepin’ on the floor forever!

Silver: My fath- I mean, Lilia Senpai might know a way we can get out.

Grim: Oh, yeah. Isn’t he a fae who’s lived for a reeeeally long time? Maybe he does know somethin’.

Silver: Above all, he’s someone who’s been close to Lord Malleus since he was young.

Grim: ‘Kay, then hurry up and use your magic so we can cross into Lilia’s dreams!

Silver: My apologies, but I… can’t.

Grim: Whaaaat?!

Silver: Although “Meet in a Dream” allows me to cross over into other people’s dreams… I can’t specify whose dream I cross into. But it is easy for me to enter the dreams of those I’m close to…

Yuu: So, whoever’s dream we’re in now is probably someone you know pretty well?

Grim: Wait a sec… But doesn’t that mean we could be inside Lilia’s dream right now!?

Silver: I’m still not sure. But I’ll know whose dream this is as soon as I see it. At any rate, let’s go ahead and check out the dorm.

Diasomnia Dorm – Hallway

???: IS THIS WHERE YOU’VE BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME, SILVER!? I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU!!!

Silver: ...So this was your dream, Sebek.

Grim: Huh! It wasn’t Lilia’s dream, but this guy’s? How can ya tell?

Silver: There’s a peculiar light that surrounds the dreamer. Are you two not able to see it?

Sebek: What nonsense are you blubbering now! Are you still half-asleep? Hm? Those two behind you, aren’t they from Ramshackle….

Silver: Yes, it’s Grim and the prefect.

Sebek: Hmph. The underachievers from Class A, is it. All of Diasomnia shall be gathering together today for a very important celebration, and it shall be a grand party. You best not get in our way, beast! And human!

Silver: A celebration…? For what?

Sebek: What? You really are still half-asleep, aren’t you, you twit? We’re holding a pep rally of sorts for Lord Malleus and Sir Lilia, to inspirit them for their upcoming internships!

Silver: What…

Sebek: Certainly, ‘tis a shame we shan’t see much of the young Lord and Sir Lilia come next term… But knowing them, doubtless they’ll secure the most impressive grades out of anyone at their internship locations and return victorious! Now then, the festivities shall begin momentarily. Come with me at once, Silver! WE MUSTN’T KEEP THE YOUNG LORD AND THE OTHERS WAITING!!!

Silver: Wha- Oi, Sebek! Just wait a second…!

(Sebek grabs Silver and they walk off)

Grim: Silver got dragged away! We better go follow ‘em, henchman!

Chapter 7-53

Sebek: Young Lord! Sir Lilia! I have returned with Silver!

Malleus: You finally made it. We’ve been waiting.

Lilia: Haha. Your hair looks like a bird’s nest and your hat’s all crooked. Were you out taking a nap somewhere, Silver?

Silver: L-Lord Malleus…. Father…

Malleus: What’s this? Is that Grim and the Child of Man I spy? Have you come to wish us well on our internships? Heh heh…. We’ve got plenty of refreshments available. Please enjoy yourselves to your hearts’ content.

Yuu: So it’s not a going away party, it’s like a pep rally?

Grim: Huh? But I thought Lilia was droppin’ out ‘cause he couldn’t use his magic anymore?

Malleus: Not able to use his magic anymore? Drop out? ….You’re referring to Lilia?

Lilia: What in the world are you going on about? You must have me confused with someone else.

Sebek: Y- ….You wretched beast! Do not say such portentous things!!!! Sir Lilia is the last person on this planet who would do that!!!!

Grim: Shut up!! Stop yellin’ in my ear!! Ah, wait that’s right. This is just a dream world, so…. Huh? Huuh? Henchman, we’re inside a dream right now, right? Or was the place we were at before a dream? Ugh, I have no idea what’s goin’ on anymore.

Malleus: This is but a dream? Ha ha, what a silly thing to say. It sounds like the two of you are still half-asleep, as well. Did you accompany Silver in his catnap? Once we third years advance to the next grade, we’ll be setting off for our internships. I’m to go take part in an archaeological investigation being held in the Land of Red Dragons, and Lilia will be going to study at a company that creates magical assistive devices, located in the Kingdom of Heroes.

Silver: Magical assistive devices…. You mean like medical aids?

Lilia: Indeed. I know there are many in Briar Valley who abhor modern technology… but I’m sure if I were to bring something like that back home with me, there’s plenty good it could do.

Sebek: As expected of Sir Lilia. He’s set his gaze on the future of Briar Valley!

Silver: Fath- ….Lilia Senpai. So are you going to return to the valley… to our home in the forest?

Lilia: Hm? Yes, my plan was to go back home as long as I make it through our exit exams all right… Why do you ask? Briar Valley is our homeland. And that house in the forest we lived in together, that’s where I’ll be spending the rest of my days.

Silver: …….

Lilia: What’s the matter, Silver? Your face is so pale, like you’re having a bad dream or something. Don’t push yourself too hard. Just go back to your room and get some rest.

Silver …………. You’re exactly right, Lilia Senpai. This is… All of this is just a bad dream. Just some convenient little dream that’s trying to keep us trapped in our sleep.

Everyone: Huh?

Sebek: Oi, Silver! Cease with your tasteless jokes! This is supposed to be a celebration!

Silver: Oh, how I wish I were joking….!

Sebek: What? What are you blathering about now? Are you seriously still half-asleep, you dolt!?

Silver: You have to remember, Sebek! Remember what happened before you fell asleep!

Sebek: Before I… fell asleep?

Silver: Lilia Senpai exhausted all his magic and was going to drop out of school before everyone left for their internships… He was planning to move to the Land of Red Dragons. And on the night of his going away party, with the entire school in attendance… Lord Malleus went mad…. We tried stopping him, but he was far too powerful…. And everyone there was cast into a deep sleep.

Sebek: Wh-…What… What are you saying!? You claim the young Lord lost his composure!? Our Lord is the very picture of noble serenity! It’s unfathomable he would do such a thing!

Malleus: Silver. It sounds like you really did have quite the terrible dream. That’s enough. If you stop now, I’ll forgive your impudence.

Lilia: Malleus is right. Besides, more than anything, there’s no way I would ever run off and leave you behind. There’s nothing to worry about. After you graduate, we’ll go and live together in our home in the forest once again. We’ll be together forever… right?

Silver: …..If that’s what the “real” you had wanted, then I’d have liked to stay by your side forever. But that’s… that’s not true! This world, and you… Everything here is a sham!

Lilia: Silver, what on earth are you….

(Thunder booms)

Everyone: !!!

Malleus: I will not tolerate any more of this nonsense, Silver. Don’t tell me… You’ve *”awoken”? Why must you try and disrupt this peaceful place. All of your dreams can come true here…

Silver: Awoken…. Wha-, Lord Malleus!? Are you…. Are you monitoring everyone’s dreams!? And interfering with them?!

Malleus: Monitoring? Interfering? Heh heh…. Don’t be absurd. Governance is only a natural part of a king’s duties, is it not? I’m watching over everyone, making sure you fairytale heroes don’t find yourselves ensnared in any nightmares… Making sure you’ll continue to dream these wonderful dreams for all eternity!

Silver: ….Please, Lord Malleus! I beg of you, return to your senses! My father would never wish for something like this!

(thunder booms)

Grim: Ack!

Malleus: Did you not hear me? I said I will not tolerate any more of your foolishness, Silver.

Grim: S-Silver! The guy’s seein’ red. You better just hurry up and say you’re sorry….

Silver: *breathes in, breathes out* Please forgive me, my Lord. But if I’m going to get you to return to your senses… Then I don’t have any other choice!

Lilia: Silver!? Just what are you intending to do?!

Sebek: You cur! You dare raise your weapon against our Lord… Have you lost your damn mind!? Please get back, Sire! I shall handle this!!!

*The verb さめる (to wake up) can be written either 覚める (to wake up (from sleep)), or 醒める (to wake up (from a stupor), to come to one’s senses), and Malleus is using the latter version.

Episode 7-54

Silver: Forgive me, Sebek!

Sebek: Guwaaah!??

Silver: Father! Please draw back. Lord Malleus isn’t in his right mind!

Sebek: M-My Lord…. Please… Please quell your raging heart!

Malleus: What are you so frightened of? A wondrous future lies before you. Now, give me your hand. Heh, heh heh…. Ah ha ha ha ha!

Malleus: If you surrender yourselves to sleep, even a thousand years can pass in the blink of an eye.

Sebek: Augh….! Wha- What are these… these memories…! Lord Malleus, he…. No, that’s... That’s impossible….?

Silver: ! Do you remember what happened, Sebek?

Sebek: Silver, what is the meaning of this? What is going on here…?

Silver: There's no time to explain. Get up!

Sebek: But…!

Malleus: Aah… Have you “awoken” as well, Sebek? What a pity. If you’d only given yourself up to that delectable slumber, you could’ve savored happiness for all eternity. I’ll put you all to sleep one more time… Yes, into an even deeper slumber!

Sebek: Ah…A-….. Lord Malleus…!

Grim: Eep! That wriggly black stuff we saw in Mickey’s room came back!

Silver: Take up your weapon, Sebek!

Sebek: Damn it…!

Episode 7-55

Sebek: Argh! Just what are these things? Get back, don’t touch me!!

Grim: Waaaah! The gooey stuff’s swallowin’ me up!!

Yuu: I’m getting dragged into the “darkness”!

Silver: We’re surrounded! ….We’ve only got one shot at getting out of this. Everyone, grab my hands!

Sebek: Grrr… Who in their right mind would take your hand!!

Silver: Now is not the time to be stubborn, Sebek! Come on, hurry!

Sebek: Damn it…!

Malleus: Now… Sleep once more for me. Yes, in an even deeper…. even darker place this time. Heh heh heh…. Ah ha ha haha ha!

Silver: (It’s so dark, so cold, so sad…. At this rate, we’ll all be engulfed by the “darkness”. .....This light… This auroral light….. Father… Please, give me strength! Those I’ve met before, and those I’ll meet someday…. Come, and let us dream the same dream!)

Sebek: ….Ugh…. This place is…?

Yuu: We’re in the middle of a forest?

Grim: Uuughh… Did we get away from that yucky wriggly stuff?

Silver: It appears so… I’m still not sure whose dream we crossed into, however…

Sebek: I… I defied the young Lord… *sniffle* Oh, what have I done! I can’t believe this!

Silver: You can feel bad about it later. Right now, we need to find someplace we can rest and sort out what’s going on. Hm? This forest, and the smell of the wind… Could this be…

(something heavy lands nearby and the area fills with smoke)

Silver: Ah! Get down!!

Grim / Sebek: Uwaah?!

Silver: Projectiles?! Where are they coming from?

Strange-looking Soldier A: Gyagyagya! Uumanu!

Strange-looking Soldier B: Gigiiiiii!!

Sebek: W-What are these things!?

Strange-looking Soldier C: Kiii! Aarijaa!

Strange-looking Soldiers: Garururu! Kyakyakyaa!

Grim: Ack!? They’re squeezin’ meee!

Strange-looking Soldier B: Guaa! Gyagya! Firumee!

Strange-looking Soldier A: Gyaou! Gwaruru! Shyaa!

Sebek: Y-You say we’re the “iron ones”? No, we are no such thing!

Grim: Can you understand what these guys are sayin’, Sebek!?

Strange-looking Soldiers C: Kishyaaa! Garuru! Gurururu!

Sebek: I do not lie! We are students, and we’re….!

(a bat screeches, and then a bunch of bats fly across the screen)

Grim/Silver/Sebek: Waaaah!/ Uwaah!? / What on-!?

Strange-looking Soldiers: Gyaou! / Kikiii!

???: What’s with all the ruckus, you lot?

Strange-looking Soldier A: Guaa! Gyagyaa…

Silver: !?

???: Hmph… You fools, look at the energy that envelops them. They have been blessed by the followers of the night. They're probably not the Iron Ones.

Silver: A…. blessing? Just who are you….?

???: ….However, that doesn’t change the fact that this is all very suspicious.

Sebek: T-That magical stone weapon….!?

Everyone: !!??

???: Silence, human. Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.

Silver: ….!!

Strange-looking Soldier: Who are you? Spit it out. Now. And you better not lie to me, lest you wish for me to dirty my blade.

Part 1

Part 2

#twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #twst jp #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss #lilia vanrouge

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klm-zoflorr · 1 year

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"And this," continued the tour guide, in that fake, overjoyed tone tour guides often have, "is the Stone of the Illuminating. It lays in the center of this old village, and is believed to be able to protect us against the Great Demon Lords."

Ah, yeah, of course. The brave, powerful stone against Demon Lords. Demon Lords all over quivering in their boots at the thought of this rock.

"And of course, now you might be wondering," he kept on going to his now captive audience, "how the... heck is a stone supposed to help us against demons?! Yes? Any ideas?"

Timmy was jumping around excitedly now, raising his hand high and proud, practically screaming to be picked. When he finally was, he answered almost too fast to be understood: "Is the stone gotta shoot fire lasers at the demon??"

I chuckled softly. Ah, the mind of children.

The tour guide shook his head. "No, that's not it. Any other ideas?" He then nodded towards a little girl around the same age as Timmy "It will turn them into street lamps?" She suggested. "That's not it either" This tour guide was really making the most out of having an audience of five-year-olds (and their disinterested parents) now, hyping them up and amping the suspense "The stone actually has detection powers! It will only move for a Demon Lord of great power, and nobody else. It is said that the stone has not moved since it was enchanted, that's how this village is still standing"

At the chorus of "woooow"s and "aaaaaaaah"s he received, the tour guide smiled proudly and gestured the children closer: "Come on, come on, let's try to move it. None of us are demon lords, right? I know I'm not one! Come on, let's push it, all together!"

I kept a close watch on Timmy as he pushed at the stone like the other kids. Of course, the stone didn't move even a bit. Naturally. They were all only children after all... Oh, and who was I kidding? Of course the stone wasn't really a demon detection machine. They didn't make these anymore since... Well, at least the 80's.

Pictures were taken, children let out their best squeals, and I noticed my shoe had come loose. I eyed Timmy, still enthralled in the tour guide's fantastical stories of knights and demons. He could take care of himself for a little bit, wouldn't he? Raising my leg to tie my shoelaces, I braced it against the rock. Well... Until it gave up under me, and rolled away in its multiple ton glory.

Silence, suddenly. Just me, nose in the sand, the rock jollying it up around, bated breaths, and then Timmy's little voice:

"Dad?"

And shit.

How was I supposed to know the stone was legit?!

I get up quickly, maybe too quickly. Deflect, deflect, lie. Come to hold his little shoulders, search his face for... Fear?

"The stone's an attraction, you see. It's fake, only held up during the guided tour." And fuck this, I was never good at suggestion. Not that it'd work on him, he's half-demon, but...

Lie. Find a witness to your statement. My eyes meet the tour guide's "Right?"

All he can do is play along and nod, terrified. I do not care for his fear.

"See? It's fine. Daddy's fine, you're fine, the stone... Well, they probably have cables to pull it back up, right?" I laugh a humorless laugh. Timmy's eyes widen.

"YOU'RE A DEMON LORD?!"

Not fear on his face. Amazement.

"THAT'S SO COOL, DAD!"

And then he hugs me, and all I can really do is hold him and look at the array of children, tour guides and parents slowly backing away, various expressions of terror to stupefaction on their faces. I, personally, feel like I can breathe again.

Well... There's still a difficult conversation to be had with my son about my family, but we're gonna get through it.

But dammit. There goes my cover.

#writing #writing prompt #with a twist!!!#fiction #demon #demon lord #klm-zoflorr #top tag #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #short story

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ganondorf--apologist · 8 months

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(Genuinely curious to see your top five!) :3cc Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

dakjsfkljaslkfjsa;kldfj yus! All of these are hk ones lol, which are all set in the In Defiance of Time fic series, but without further ado-

Chili's Top 5 Self Recs:

In Defiance of Time (multichapter, still in progress)

No surprises here in the number one spot is absolutely, hands down, In Defiance of Time and I'm absolutely going to use this as an excuse to gush about it! It's a time travel fic where Ghost panics after they [spoiler] and makes a desperate jump anywhere into the past, landing all the way back at the very beginning of their life before the fall of Hallownest. Through their decisions and continued attempts to run from their problems they kick off a chain of events that land NKG in the role of Tragic Secondary Antagonist and Ghost in the role of Main Antagonist and Final Boss, with Hollow taking Ghost's place as the Main Protagonist after much build up alongside an ensemble protag squad. Writing it has been a lot of fun, especially the challenge of having a story with conflict and fighting and angst and death without having any villains. I love this fic and writing it so far has been one hell of a ride, which I pretty much expected after writing chapter 2 when I figured out both why Ghost went back in time and subsequently what the ending was going to be, and realized that I was not, in fact, writing a comedy, and rewrote chapter 1 accordingly. I stick by the change in direction and themes though, learning how to face your regrets and making the choice to try and become a better person even when you feel as though you're a lost cause and that such efforts would be futile is something that hits right at my heart and in a way it kinda feels like I'm writing a story for the me from a decade ago. For that remorse filled, self-loathing, suicidally depressed, asshole who wanted to be better but had no idea how or if it was even possible that I used to be, to tell them that it's not easy, shitty things and even shittier things are still going to happen and you're going to fall back on awful habits that bring that asshole part of you back to the forefront, but you'll keep trying and you'll keep learning and you'll change, you're not doomed to be like this forever. It's a message I think I'm always going to stand by.

2. Next up is Silly Little Wyrm (multichapter, still in progress)

Set in the past, Silly Little Wyrm follows PK and WL at the time when they first meet and the events leading up to them getting married and PK subsequently becoming king. A slow burn romance between two incredibly sad disaster gods with an ending that's going to be bittersweet. I love this one, I love writing these two dorks since I'm a married dork myself, and I also love angst which this story will definitely have a lot of. I'm also having a lot of fun writing their love story since I always love reading love stories where the two leads spend time in an in between state in a nebulous "idk what we are, we're very close and I love you and we kiss but neither of us are in a state to be in a relationship rn" area and I'm excited for these two to get to that point in the story (one day :'D).

3. To Be The Hollow Knight (one-shot)

This one's a Hollow character study exploring their thoughts and feelings about being The Hollow Knight. I'm definitely really proud of this one and I reread it often ^^

4. Long Will She Reign (one-shot)

Herrah fic! Herrah fic! Herrah fic! This one follows Herrah post-Battle of the Blackwyrm and her late night thoughts and her concerns and anxieties and aaaaaaaah. Love this one, absolutely love this one. I loved crafting Herrah's character for the fic series and I love exploring her as a character with deep anxieties who's fear is often mistaken for and hidden behind a stoic demeanor.

5. Three Taps (one-shot)

Lurien and Soul Master fic set post-Battle of the Blackwyrm. This one follows these two and their different reactions to grief and trauma and how they offer cover for each other so that they can go somewhere where they can better handle that trauma rather than being stuck in public.

#might take me a bit to send out my five bc I'm going through a vertigo flare up so me heads a bit foggy ^^;#but ye! tysm!!!!#self rec #hollow knight #chili answers #dropout-ninja

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thequietkid-moonie · 9 months

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hello this is actually my First ever ask in Tumblr but it's something is something i always wanted to see. The inner senshi with s/o who is like Tanjiro Kamado from Demon Slayer but it's like they meet during the silver millennium as one of the strongest Warriors of the earth kingdom (basically back them he was like yoruichi but rencarnated on present day) and to tis day to anyone who his awere of the silver millennium hear of the legends of his Power he sided with the moon kingdom but was killed and present day he lived as the oldest son of 6 children and after his father died of illness he became the Man of the house and sustained his family as a coul burner were his hands got rough until his family got massacred by the villain(of your choice) out of fear of him to re aweken his powers all but his sister(who is also someone from silver millennium) and his Very proctive of her

First of all my dear I am HONOR to be the first person you request!! Thank u so much!!!

Now, let me tell you that i LOVE your idea!! I love the story of Sailor Moon, like is just so magical ✨✨ and the part of the kingdom of the moon and Silver Milennium is beautiful ✨

Aaaaaaaah

I don't know much about Demon Slayer, I don't exactly know who is Yoruichi but I know really well Tanjiro and Nezuko so i won't have much troubles to be able to do it! However I will change some little things because even when is inspired in other characters I try to don't make it completely the same, but the important is still there

Here is your request, please enjoy

#moonie answer #moonie simp #moonie goes wild

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sunlit-squid · 3 years

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How about “Holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!” for the prompt?

For those who don’t know, my ask box is open. Send me a simping softness prompt, and I’ll write a short sbsp ficlet for you. ✰

i’m back on my bullshit. if you wanna read this ficlet on ao3, the link is here. otherwise, ficlet under the cut!

also tagging @wowthwtslame, who requested the same prompt a while ago. thank you!

In the dead of night, while everyone was asleep, winter descended on Bikini Bottom.

By the time Squidward woke up and peered out the window, Conch Street was completely covered in glittering white snow. In fact, the wintry landscape stretched so far, there was hardly a speckle of sand left -- just deep, undisturbed snow for miles on end.

Squidward vaguely remembered falling asleep to the late night news, in the middle of a special weather report. What was it Perch Perkins said? “6 to 7 inches of snow overnight?” Fishpaste. That was going to be a lot of snow to clear up before work Monday morning.

But for now … it was Sunday. And Sunday meant no Krusty Krab, no rowdy customers, and -- perhaps best of all -- no Spongebob. Squidward sighed dreamily. Yes. Today, he would stay in, and tomorrow, he would worry about the snow.

-0-

The setup was perfect: soothing herbal tea, a box full of bonbons, and a romantic drama on the television. Squidward had donned his softest, silkiest robe for the occasion, and was just settling onto the couch -- when there was a loud, forceful knock at the door. The octopus groaned. There was only one person who would be willing to come over in this weather…

Sure enough, a few moments later, Spongebob’s high-pitched voice echoed all throughout the once-serene moai: “Heeeeey, Squidwaaaard!” The loud, forceful knocking began anew, drowning out Squidward’s TV entirely.

Annoyed, the octopus pressed pause on his romantic drama, and trudged angrily over to the door. Flinging it open with all the force he could muster, Squidward readied himself for a scream -- but was instead startled by the faces on his doorstep.

Spongebob was there, of course -- but he was accompanied by Patrick and Sandy, too. All three of them were dressed in wintry ski gear, looking bright and chipper as ever. Spongebob, however, looked oddly flushed, a soft shade of red dusting his yellow cheeks. Perhaps he was cold.

“Howdy, Squidward!” greeted Sandy, waving her gloved hand enthusiastically. “We were just about to head to Sand Mountain for some skiin’, and thought ya might want to tag along.”

“Yeah, come with us, Squidward!” Patrick chimed in. “Spongebob reeeaaaaally wants you to -- oof!”

There was some indiscernible movement behind Spongebob, which made Patrick double over in pain. Sandy, however, continued to smile, a bit forcefully now. Pushing Spongebob forward, the squirrel continued, “Anyway, whaddaya say, Squidward?”

Squidward blinked. This was weird. For one, the trio at his doorstep seemed oddly tense. And for two, Squidward was not a good skier. Or a skier at all, really. The last time he skied at Sand Mountain, nearly a year ago, had been an accident -- Spongebob lost control of his skis, and barreled directly into Squidward (who, mind you, wasn’t even skiing, just spectating). The force of the collision carried both of them across the mountain, and into the icy waters beyond.

After that incident, they both got a nasty cold, which lasted for nearly two weeks. During that time, Spongebob insisted on coming over frequently, just to hang out. I’m so sick, I can’t hang out with anyone else! the sponge explained. But you’re sick too, Squidward, so let’s get better together, okay?

It was the worst two weeks of Squidward’s life -- never mind that Spongebob cooked good meals and watched the same shows and looked really cute in his sleep…

Wait. No. No.

“No,” snapped Squidward, moving to close his door. “Absolutely not.”

Before the door could close completely, however, Spongebob stepped forward, wedging himself in the doorway. “But Squiiidward,” the sponge whined, pouting beautifully. His brilliant blue eyes shimmered in the mid-morning sun. “I wanna hang out with you today!”

The octopus froze, heat rising to his cheeks. With a deep breath, Squidward yelled, “I am not going, and that is final!” before slamming the door in their faces.

-0-

Somehow, some way -- Squidward wound up in the backseat of Sandy’s newly-invented wintermobile, trudging through the snow-packed streets of Bikini Bottom. Spongebob was seated right next to him, singing along to a cheery Christmas song on the radio. Patrick, in the passenger seat, was singing too, but it was clear he didn’t know the words at all.

The octopus scowled. How did this happen?

It was Spongebob’s fault, no doubt. One moment, Squidward was lounging on the couch -- and the next, he was rummaging around the closet, searching for his winter gear. Something about Spongebob’s words -- I wanna hang out with you today! -- made the octopus feel stupid, loopy, and warm.

Squidward was no stranger to loneliness. It was his oldest friend, his most constant companion, and the octopus was … okay with that. Content, even. But Spongebob Squarepants, with his stupid smile and pretty blue eyes and cute face, just had to go and ruin it, every time. Squidward, you wanna watch a movie? Squidward, you wanna go to the park? Squidward, you wanna try out this new cookie recipe? And despite Squidward’s better judgment … whether due to loneliness, or boredom, or what have you … he would say yes, every time.

This was one of those times.

“Hey, hey,” Spongebob whispered, interrupting Squidward’s thoughts. “I’m glad you changed your mind. I always have more fun with you around, Squidward.”

Squidward blushed furiously, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t read into it. I just thought it would be good to get out of the house.”

“Oh, it will be! And I practiced some cool tricks,” said the sponge, waving his arms around erratically. “I wanna show them to you, okay?”

Squidward smirked. “If you get hurt, I’ll just point and laugh.”

Spongebob stuck out his bottom lip, in an adorable pout. “I won’t get hurt. I’m an expert!”

“Uh-huh,” said Squidward dryly. “I bet you are.”

Spongebob ignored that snarky remark, and instead moved on to talk about the different tricks he had learned. All the while, Squidward’s gaze lingered on the poriferan’s face: the way it lit up, the way it radiated warmth. On occasion, the octopus would glance up to find Patrick and Sandy eyeing them through the rearview mirror. Whenever they were caught, however, the starfish and the squirrel would immediately look away, whistling awkwardly.

What was up with them?

-0-

When they finally got to Sand Mountain, it was apparent they weren’t the only ones who thought of skiing that day. A decent crowd of Bikini Bottomites had gathered at the mountain, either skiing or talking or drinking hot cocoa from a nearby stand. Some children had even gathered at the base of the mountain, caught up in an intense snowball fight. In all, there was a joyous vibe in the air, the unique, special sort that only comes with very heavy snowfall.

Hurriedly, the four of them piled out of Sandy’s wintermobile, and headed for the slopes. After getting their gear and equipment all squared away, Patrick and Sandy turned to Spongebob and Squidward, with strained, too-wide smiles.

“Well, uh -- Patrick and I are gonna test out the new challenge course on the other side o’ the mountain,” said Sandy, nervously readjusting her ski goggles, which for some reason were strapped around her helmet. “So, uh -- we’ll meet up with y’all in a bit, alright?”

Squidward blinked in confusion. “Why can’t we just go with you -- ?”

“Uh, bye, Spongeward! I mean, Squidbob! I mean … uh …,” sputtered Patrick, as Sandy hurriedly dragged him away -- in the wrong direction, Squidward noted.

“What’s up with them?” asked the octopus, vaguely gesturing to Sandy and Patrick, who were slowly disappearing from sight.

Spongebob laughed, a little too loudly. “Oh, don’t worry about them -- it’s -- uh. They’re, uh. Dating,” stammered the sponge, awkwardly. “They’re just, like, super shy about it.”

Squidward did not believe that for one single second. “Spongebob, what is going on?”

Before Spongebob could reply, the poriferan was swept up by two strong, muscly red arms, tossing him in the air and catching him again. “Spongebob Squarepants!” exclaimed Larry, towering over Squidward in that intimidating way of his. “Buddy, you ready to hit those slopes?”

Spongebob giggled as he was tossed in the air. “I sure am!”

When Larry finally caught sight of Squidward standing there, the lobster laughed loudly. “Oh, Squidward’s here! Good!” said Larry, with a huge grin on his face. “You know, Spongebob has some real cool tricks up his sleeve. He’s been practicing a lot just to impress --”

“AAAH!” yelled Spongebob, for seemingly no reason, startling both Squidward and Larry. After a few seconds, the poriferan laughed nervously, and sputtered, “Oh, uh, sorry, just -- getting all my screams out now, while I can. What were you saying, Larry?”

Larry blinked in confusion. “Well, I was saying, that you’ve been practicing real hard to impress --”

“AAAAH!” screamed Spongebob, louder this time.

“To impress --”

“AAAAAAAAH!” yelled the sponge, once more. This time, the scream was so loud, a pile of snow came rolling off the peak of Sand Mountain, and onto some Bikini Bottomites down below. In the distance, someone screamed something about a leg.

Larry stopped talking. Sighing, he put Spongebob down and said, “Look, why don’t we just … head to the slope, alright?”

Spongebob nodded, seemingly all out of screams. “Okie-doke!”

Quietly, the lobster and the sponge began making their way over to Mariana Course, notably the hardest slope at Sand Mountain. Squidward followed close behind them, thoroughly baffled. Sure, Spongebob was hyperactive, energetic, and borderline insane, but this … this was something entirely different. Spongebob seemed nervous, to the point of genuine distress, and Squidward for the life of him couldn’t figure out why.

Impulsively, the octopus reached out to pull Spongebob back, so they were both walking a few paces behind Larry. “You know, you don’t have to do this course if you’re nervous about it,” the octopus mumbled, keeping his voice low so the lobster wouldn’t overhear. “I mean, it’s not like I care or anything, in fact it would be funny if you, uh, got hurt or whatever, but … the Mariana Course is kind of … questionable, you know?”

By ‘questionable’, Squidward meant damn near fatal. The Mariana Course wasn’t even an official part of Sand Mountain, until the Drasticals broke it in by force. Its rocky, hazardous terrain practically financed the new wing of the Bikini Bottom General Hospital.

Spongebob, however, seemed determined. “Trust me, Squidward, I’ve got it all under control!” he chirped. Then, with a small, cute chuckle, the sponge asked, “Why? Are you worried about me?”

Squidward felt hot, all of a sudden. The octopus stormed ahead, warmth clinging to his cheeks. “Let’s just get this over with!”

Behind him, Spongebob giggled. “Whatever you say, Squiddy.”

-0-

Squidward had to admit, Spongebob had definitely been practicing. From his spot on the observer’s loft, the octopus could see everything on the Mariana Course: from the brambling bushes to the sharp, jagged rocks, to the slippery snow drifts down below. One by one, Spongebob maneuvered through them all, with grace, aplomb -- even a touch of arrogance.

Spongebob’s tricks were plentiful, and occasionally scary: at one point, the sponge was suspended high in the air, doing crazy flips and turns, all while his skis raced ahead of him. Squidward was worried, for a moment, that the skis would outpace Spongebob -- but somehow, the poriferan managed to land perfectly, right atop both of them, once again.

Squidward found himself sighing, dreamily. Sure, Spongebob was annoying ninety percent of the time, but the boy was also weirdly athletic … which had a certain, insufferable charm to it.

“Hey, Squidward,” came Larry’s voice. Squidward jumped slightly -- he’d honestly forgotten the lobster was still around. When Squidward turned, Larry was approaching with two mugs of hot cocoa in both claws. Gently, he handed one to Squidward, who accepted it gratefully. “Drink while it’s hot.”

“Thanks,” said Squidward. The warmth of the mug felt lovely, especially in the bitter cold.

Larry and Squidward sat in silence, watching Spongebob traverse the Mariana Course, for a while -- sipping their cocoa and occasionally gasping at the sponge’s antics. The cocoa was delicious, the perfect soothing drink for a day on the slopes. After a lengthy, peaceful silence, Larry finally spoke up.

“Spongebob really likes you, you know,” said the lobster, finishing the last of his cocoa.

Squidward froze -- and it had nothing to do with the cold temperatures. Wrapping his tentacles around the mug, Squidward sifted around his brain for a good reply. Coming up empty, the octopus simply said, “Yeah. He’s made that pretty clear.”

Larry shifted, leaning on the railing in front of them. “You know, he … asked me to teach him some of those tricks. To cheer you up.”

Squidward turned now, eyes fixed on Larry. “What?” he said, stupidly.

The lobster shrugged. “I don’t really know the details,” Larry sighed. “All I know is, Spongebob thought you seemed sadder lately. And he wanted to try and make you feel better.”

Squidward felt both hot and cold, all of a sudden. In truth … he had fallen into a bit of a depression lately. Over the course of one month, Squidward’s creative pursuits hit a new, staggering low: another one of his scripts had been rejected by the Bikini Bottom Art Society; he was laughed out of the auditions for the Bikini Bottom Philharmonic; and, to top it all off, Squilliam had just premiered a groundbreaking musical in New Kelp City.

Already, the reviews were in: once more, Squilliam was rocking the oceanic world … and Squidward was still just a cashier.

Squidward thought that because he was usually depressed anyway, no one would notice if he was … slightly-more-depressed than usual. But apparently, someone had. And apparently …

“Dear Neptune!” Larry’s sudden, loud voice rocketed Squidward out of his thoughts.

“What? What’s going on?” asked Squidward, looking around frantically -- until he saw it. A tiny yellow body, near the edge of the Mariana Course, lying still, so perfectly still.

-0-

Quickly, Larry and Squidward stole a snowmobile from the mountain staff, and hurriedly rushed towards Spongebob’s tiny, unmoving body. On the way, the lobster explained what happened: Spongebob had been in the middle of one of his stunts. Everything was going perfectly fine, until he had to land on his skis again. The back of Spongebob’s coat got stuck on a kelp branch, which flung him to the edge of the Mariana Course. He landed on sharp, jagged rocks, and from then on, did not move.

Squidward felt a pit opening up inside his stomach. Dear, blessed Neptune and Poseidon. Let him be okay.

When they finally reached the cluster of sharp, jagged rocks, Squidward could hardly believe his eyes. Lying perfectly still, eyes closed, barely breathing, was Spongebob Squarepants, a massive, sharp rock jutted straight through his chest. Behind him, Larry threw up in the woods.

After he recovered, Larry sputtered out, “We should -- we should try to move him … I don’t know a lot about sponge anatomy, but if he stays like that, he’ll regenerate around it … and that’ll make things complicated for the docs … ”

Squidward was already moving. The octopus used his tentacles to carefully maneuver his way around the sharp crevices. When he finally reached Spongebob, the cephalopod shivered with fright. It was bad. The sharp rock wasn’t very long, but it was long enough to look horrific, especially embedded inside of Spongebob’s tiny body.

“Sponge … Spongebob?” croaked Squidward, a flood of anxiety washing over him.

There was no response -- only silence, terrible silence, where Spongebob’s sharp, jittering laugh should be. Squidward felt cold. He did this for me. To make me happy. Me.

“Damn it,” muttered Squidward. Before he knew it, he was crying, large globs of tears streaming down his face. “Why? Why are you like this? Just to make me happy … are you an idiot?”

Suddenly, there was a claw on Squidward’s shoulder. Looking up, he saw that Larry was there, quiet yet firm. Carefully, the lobster latched onto Spongebob, and gently pulled the boy off of the jagged edge. Squidward’s eyes were locked on the rock where Spongebob once was for a moment too long. Then, he carefully made his way out of the jagged rock pile.

Larry had laid Spongebob down in the snow, just beyond the pit of rocks. The gaping hole left in the sponge’s body was terrifying to look at, so open and hollow and wide.

“Medics are coming,” said Larry, with a cough. “But since it’s a sponge, they might take longer … you know, because they --”

“Regenerate,” finished Squidward, kneeling down next to Spongebob’s cold, still form. “He’s not regenerating right now … is that bad?”

“Give it a moment,” breathed Larry, going to grab a blanket from off of the snowmobile. “Kid fell hard. It might be a while.”

Larry returned, blanket in tow, and wrapped it all over Spongebob’s body. Then, he stood, and they all made their way back to the nearby lodge, quiet as can be.

-0-

When they got back to the warmth of the lodge, they laid Spongebob down on a couch in the lobby. Larry draped the blanket over Spongebob once again, to try and hide his wounds as he recovered. Now, only the top of him was visible, his yellow nose just barely peeking out.

This way, Squidward could almost trick himself into thinking the sponge was asleep. With that soft, cute smile, those fluttering eyelashes … yes. Spongebob was just sleeping, and soon, he would wake up, and laugh, and all would be right with the world.

As time passed, several Bikini Bottomites came through, to ask what happened. Larry explained carefully, since Squidward could hardly bring himself to speak. At some point, Patrick and Sandy showed up too, looking equally devastated, Sandy muttering something about I knew this idea was plumb awful, why didn’t I trust my gut …

All the while, Squidward held Spongebob’s squeaky little hand, and did not let go for a second -- even when the medics finally arrived. By then, things looked good: Spongebob was regenerating normally. But he still hadn’t woken up yet.

When the medics left, Squidward almost fell asleep holding onto Spongebob’s hand. That’s when Sandy showed up, right beside him.

“Hey,” she said. Her tone was friendly, but her concern was clear.

“Hey,” said Squidward, giving Spongebob’s hand a gentle squeeze.

Sandy hesitated for a while. Then, with blunt simplicity, she said, “I think he could make ya happy, Squidward. If ya let him.”

A funny feeling settled in the pit of Squidward’s stomach. Looking down at Spongebob’s resting, peaceful face, the octopus replied, “But what if I hurt him?”

The squirrel shrugged. “If you’re already worried about it, I’d say that ain’t gonna happen.”

Squidward found himself smiling, despite himself. “Thanks, Sandy.”

She shook her head, laughing to herself. “Don’t mention it,” she said. “Just tired o’ watching y’all play hard to get, is all.”

-0-

At some point, Larry, Patrick, and Sandy went to grab food, in case Spongebob woke up and needed sustenance … leaving Squidward to man the helm. Come nightfall, the sponge finally stirred.

Immediately, Squidward sat up -- just as Spongebob sat up, too, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. Then, he laughed -- thank Neptune for that laugh -- and turned to face Squidward, enthusiastically.

“Did you see that cool trick I did --” the sponge began, but was interrupted by Squidward, enveloping him in a huge, crushing hug.

“Holy crap, I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again!” cried the octopus, shaking and shuddering with tears. “You absolute idiot.”

Spongebob, caught off guard, simply held Squidward closer. “You know I regenerate,” said the sponge, slightly muffled by Squidward’s shoulder.

“You were impaled, Spongebob --”

“I was? That’s crazy --”

“Spongebob,” said Squidward, firmly, pulling away from the embrace. Awkwardly, the octopus looked down, sighing heavily. “Look, you … you don’t have to go to extreme lengths just to make me happy.”

Spongebob blinked, then blushed. “Who told you --”

“It doesn’t matter,” interrupted Squidward, whose face had erupted in bright splotches of red. “Just -- just be around me, alright? That’s all you gotta do, is be around me, and suddenly I’m all … stupid, and happy or whatever. Whatever! Alright? You don’t have to do … all of this.” Squidward gestured vaguely to the lodge, and the ski courses beyond.

It was Spongebob’s turn to be red in the face. “That’s … it? That’s all I have to do?”

Squidward sighed, and before he knew what he was doing, pressed a soft, chaste kiss atop Spongebob’s head. “That’s all you’ve ever had to do.”

“Aww,” came a loud voice from directly behind them. When they turned, they found Patrick, Larry, and Sandy in the doorway, holding a bunch of bags from the Barg’N Mart. Patrick was clapping, and in the process dropped the majority of his grocery bags. “Great job, buddy! Mission accomplished!” shouted the seastar, proudly.

Squidward dropped his head into his tentacles. “I hate all of you,” he muttered, despite the small smile curling across his lips.

#squidbob #sbsp #spongebob squarepants #squidward tentacles #spongebob #squidward #my fics #sunlit-squid

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Omg we are Hufflepuff buddies eheeeee and Aaaaaaaah omg your headcanons 😭😭 I'm thinking about them all day 😭 soonyoung being possessive is kinof hot skkksskk and you said he will be fuming but what does he do? Does he shout at mc?? Or tell her that he doesn't like it when she's with mingyu? How does mc find out that she doesn't really like mingyu? 😭 And omgg mc is so mean to soonyoung when he's annoying her 😭 Will she apologize later? You didn't tell me about soonyoung mingyu fight 😭😭😭😭 - 2am anon

Yes yes all of the above !! Soonyoung would be frustrated :/ He'd raise his voice, but he really wouldn't mean to do it. I imagine he's more upset over the situation than he is at mc herself. He'd openly tell her that he doesn't like Mingyu lol. "Why did it have to be him of all people?" Soonyoung wants her to pick him just for once !!!

She's confused because the dude is being a little obsessive over absolutely nothing. They're not even together !!!! He doesn't have a right to be mad. Mc's not gonna take this treatment, so of course she's gonna yell back at him loll. Soonyoung would feel bad once again because he keeps messing this up with her, and he doesn't know what to do. He'd sulk a lot and fly around on his broom for hours to clear his head :')

The Soongyu fight... It happens during a quidditch match! The night after Mingyu and mc hook up T_T (When will Soonyoung ever catch a break??). Basically, Soonyoung asks mc if she would support Gryffindor during the match, and she says noo, she can't. She already promised Mingyu that she'd root for the Hufflepuffs. What hurts even more is that she’s adorned in yellow and black (that scarf around her neck... is it yours or mingyu’s?? the world may never know). At this point, Soonyoung is clenching his teeth lol he's a ticking time bomb. He brushes it off anyways because of course, the Gryffindors are going to win, and he'll make Mingyu look like a fool >.< (spoiler alert: it doesn’t happen).

Then they're eye to eye during the match, and Soonyoung provokes Mingyu for no reason. He’ll bad mouth his quidditch skills, and he’ll taunt him. It’s kind of childish, actually. Mingyu’s about to get his Hufflepuff card revoked though... because he’ll insult Soonyoung right back: “I don’t get it, what’s so special about you? You’re just a dick who can’t take a fucking hint.”

Then it gets personal because they’re talking about mc now *ohh and the crowd goes wild*

Soonyoung would say, “yeah? I can say the same about you.”

“Oh really? That’s not what your girl said when I was railing her last night.” Mingyu... oh Mingyu.

Soonyoung is so fucking pissed because he thought that was such a huge disrespect to you, so the fight escalated into something physical 😔 He’d try to cut Mingyu off his broom, and for that, Soonyoung would be benched

Things get even worse at the afterparty when he’s drunk as hell LOL. He’s only there to start another fight ;n; He’d see mc across the room with Mingyu’s arm slung over her shoulder. He would march over to you both, and he’s so close, but it’s probably Seokmin or Chan who pulls him back before he can swing a punch aklsjdkal. With that, all he can do is yell and cause a scene loll

Mc is tired of it because he keeps getting in her personal business. She tells Soonyoung to cut it out and walk it off, and that STINGS. She took Mingyu’s side??? She’s picking him once again?? After all the foul shit he said??? Unbelievable 😭 (look, I never said this story would be cute). But when Soonyoung doesn’t walk away, standing there, huffing and puffing with rising tension, Mingyu would take the initiative. He’ll grab mc’s hand and take her somewhere else, muttering a “let’s go” under his breath. But of course... while they’re walking away, mc would turn her head back and meet Soonyoung’s sad eyes

Oh, and Mingyu does tell her what happened on the field, and he apologizes profusely. He got an earful from her, for sure. She didn’t like that he was openly talking about their private business in public 😔 They probably wouldn’t talk for a few days, but then he’d make it up to her 😔 It’s the Hufflepuff within him. Maybe he gifted her a plant or he let her sit on his face, idk

Honestly... she finds out she doesn't actually like Mingyu because he ended up rejecting her LMAO. He doesn't like her in the same way she pretends she does. He does let her down gently though ! It wasn't the kind of relationship that he wanted when she was very much crushing on someone else. "When are you going to stop acting like you don't have feelings for Soonyoung?" She's in denial, of course lol

Oh and the apology thing, mc is mean sometimes, for sure LOL. Their relationship seriously reminds me of the couple from Our Beloved Summer. She’ll find it difficult to say sorry to Soonyoung because it simply isn’t in her vocabulary, but she does in the end ! Which makes Soonyoung grin from ear to ear loll

#ask #anon #2am anon #horanghae agenda

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Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 5

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Prefect Meeting Room]

Marcia: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!

Rosa: … Hey, hey, you’re kinda going overboard with the whole surprised reaction, you know? We’re already way past that.

Marcia: Haaaaaa? Don’t treat this like it’s just an everyday occurrence!

Rosa: Huh? But shouldn’t you be happy?

Marcia: Ha?! What’s there to be happy about?! Can’t you sense the situation here?

Rosa: Grr! I can! I totally can! That’s why I thought you’d be ecstatic to have all your problems solved like this! Isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for?! That ‘rich overnight’ type of success story?!

Marcia: YOU IDIOT!

Rosa: ?!?!

Marcia: Stuff like that doesn’t exist in reality! If something is too good to be true, then it definitely is! Don’t just take it for granted that things will work out so easily!

Rosa: E-Eh? What’s with this speech?! Since when did you have such a strong moral code?!

Marcia: It’s just common sense, Rosalia. Money that’s not earned through hard work will just trickle down between your fingers.

Rosa: Th-That was surprisingly cool coming from someone like you… It’s kinda scary seeing you like this.

Marcia: These things aren’t matters to laugh at. If I don’t take them seriously the old man will get disappointed in me.

Rosa: Marcia…

Marcia: That’s why, under no circumstances, can I just throw everything I’ve worked on to get married to this guy!

......

Besides he’s totally not my type, anyway.

Rosa: What’s with these standards all of a sudden?!

Marcia: Sorry~ I just don’t go for guys that look this silly~ I want a super cool looking husband that’s also filthy rich~

Rosa: Haaaaaaa?! Then what was with that speech just now?! Make up your mind already!

Marcia: Hehehe~

Blanche: Goodness gracious. This has gone on for long enough.

June: Tch. Fuckin’ headache.

Diana: …

Cass: U-Um, in that case, you wi-will not take Mister Djinn’s offer, Miss Py-Pyroeis?

Marcia: No way, no way! Hahahahahaha! It sounds super troublesome, you know?

Vita: What a shame. To think that you would willingly discard your golden goose just like this. My expectations were surpassed. Fufufu~

Marcia: … You still sound like you’re looking down on me, heh… In any case! That’s how things stand. So as you can see, I’m gonna have to turn you down. I mean I’m flattered and all that, but our timing just isn’t right~

Rosa: Geh, what’s with that obviously fake line? And turning him down in front of everybody…

Diana: These sort of things should be blunt.

Rosa: I-I guess, but you know…

Djinn: Ah, so that’s how it is?

Blanche: … He’s taking it surprisingly well.

Cass: Se-Seems like he’s an u-understanding person. Ho-How fortunate!

Marcia: Yeah, yeah. So sorry again~

Djinn: …

Marcia: Ah, but don’t look glum! I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s just your type~ Just keep looking! The world’s your oyster!

Djinn: … Hm.

Marcia: …

Djinn: …

Marcia: Um, i-in any case! Since you won’t be fulfilling any wishes, guess you can go back to your lamp now! Ah, don’t worry! Our dorm will take super good care of it and won’t be bothering you or anything.

Djinn: …

Marcia: … Ah? Uh?

Djinn: …

Rosa: … Hey, he’s still here… What’s up with that?

Cass: Ma-Maybe he needs help returning to his lamp?

Marcia: O-Oh! Hahahaha! Why didn’t you say that, man? Don’t be shy to ask for help! Here, here! As your kind master I’ll help you get back in the lamp and-

Djinn: … Actually.

Marcia: Ye-Yeah?! What’s wrong?

Djinn: That won’t be happening.

Marcia: E-Eh?! What do you mean?!

Djinn: Well, getting back there, is kinda, you know…

Marcia: Ye-Yeah?

Djinn: A huge hassle~

Marcia: … Huh?

Djinn: It’s~ sooooo~ lame~

Rosa: Geh! He’s just lounging on the table like it’s a sofa!

Blanche: It’s not as if he was much of a charming figure before, but…

Cass: Hi-His whole personality to-took a sudden shift…

Agatha: … Annoying.

Marcia: La-Lame? I mean, I guess I understand, but still… Didn’t you say the place is great?

Djinn: Ah, that… I was lying.

Marcia: Huh?!

Djinn: Yeah, it’s kinda small and cramped. Not to mention super dark. Can barely see anything in there.

Marcia: A-Ah…

Djinn: And it’s super lonely too~ Playing mancala against yourself is super depressing. Especially since I can barely see the board in the first place.

Rosa: … This guy’s life sounds sadder the more I hear about it.

Djinn: Haaa, I guess you’re right on that part, fluffy hair.

Rosa: Flu-Fluffy hair?!

Agatha: GYAHAHAHAHAHA.

Rosa: Do-Don’t laugh so loudly! It wasn’t even that funny!

Djinn: See~ That’s what I’m talking about! I want somebody to banter with and have fun. I’m super jealous of you guys~ Aaah, to be able to enjoy the world so freely~

Blanche: … He’s deeply misread the situation.

Diana: Mm.

Djinn: That’s why~ I’m looking for a wife~

Cass: He’s ju-just lonely in the end…

Rosa: Hmm, I guess we can’t fault him for this, huh? Alright, Marcia!

Marcia: Huh?

Rosa: Just go with him!

Marcia: HAAAAA?! NO WAY!

Rosa: But I feel super bad for him! Didn’t you just hear how pathetic he is? You’d be doing him a service!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Morgainne! We can’t sa-sacrifice Miss Pyroeis li-like this!

Rosa: Eh? But didn’t you get that weird pitying sensation in your stomach when you heard him talk? Isn’t Marcia going with him the nice thing to do in this situation?

Cass: Um… I-I-I…

Vita: It would certainly solve this little issue~ I for one wish to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials my dear magpie~

Marcia: He-Hey! Don’t marry me off, just yet!

Agatha: Hehehehehehehe… How… nice… you… get… to… be… a… March… bride…

Marcia: Nooooo! Listen to me!

Diana: Agatha. You’re wrong.

Marcia: Diana! You’re coming to my rescue?! I will worship the ground you walk on-

Diana: It’s June a bride should aim for.

Marcia: IS THAT REALLY THE PART YOU SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT?! HAAAAAAAAAA?!

June: STOP YER YAPPIN’, DAMN IT!

Marcia: AAAAAAAAH! YOU MONSTERS! YOU’RE CASTING ME AWAY JUST LIKE THAT?! I’LL HAUNT YOU! I’LL SERIOUSLY HAUNT YOU ALL!

Vita: Oh~ What a delightful concept~ Is it not so, my dear Agatha?

Agatha: Hehehehehehe… seeing… the… chowder’s… agonized… face… would… be… fun… ehehehehehehehe

Marcia: HEARTLESS! ALL OF YOU! ABSOLUTELY HEARTLESS!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Pyroeis!! Please!! Do-Don’t lie on the floor like this!

Marcia: AAAAAH, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE! YOU MONSTERS CAN JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

Blanche: …. Djinn.

Djinn: Hm?

Blanche: I would like to make a request of you.

Djinn: Ha, didn’t you hear me, bunny? Wish granting ain’t happening here today-

Blanche: No, that is not what I’m referring to.

Djinn: Hm?

Blanche: As you can already see Marcia has no intention of following through with this arrangement. Forcing her against her will would only result in a miserable affair. This is why I believe it would be best for everybody to be done with this and move on. Don’t you agree?

Marcia: Blanche… BLANCHEEEEEEE!

Blanche: Do-Don’t cling to me like this! It is unpleasant!

Marcia: But!! I didn’t think you’d come to my defense like this! You’re an angel! A goddess! I’m eternally grateful to you!! My children will know of your-

Blanche: I understand already! So please, stop this right now!

Marcia: Blancheeeeeeeee!

Rosa: I-I guess Blanche is right after all. Forcing somebody to marry against their will is just…

Marcia: That should be common sense in the first place!! Seriously, why is your head screwed on backwards, Rosalia?!

Rosa: Huuuuuh?! Are you seriously calling me dumb right now, when I’m agreeing with you?!

Marcia: Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you almost sold me out! My only ally here is Blanche!

Cass: We-We’ve truly done something unforgivable…

June: Yer too harsh on yerself, Cass.

Marcia: And you’re not even trying to act compassionate at all!

June: HAAAA? WHAT WAS ‘HAT?

Marcia: Blegh!

June: I’MMA RIP ‘HAT TONGUE OUT RIGHT NOW, YA LIL’-

Blanche: I-In any case, I believe it has been made clear to you why I’m making this request.

Djinn: ................

Blanche: ...................

Djinn: … Gotcha.

Rosa: That was easy! That was way too easy!

Djinn: But… no can do on that one either, bunny.

Rosa: I KNEW IT

Blanche: ... Excuse me?

Djinn: As I told you girlie, sitting in that lamp is mind-numbingly boring and I don’t wanna do it anymore!

Rosa: That’s exactly what a brat would say!!

Agatha: That’s… ironic… coming… from… you… hehehe

Djinn: So given the situation, there is only one solution~

Marcia: Eh, what do you meAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[BOOM, CRASH]

Rosa: Wh-What’s with this wind current?! It’s like we’re sucked in!!

Blanche: It’s from the lamp! Take a good look at it!

[BOOM, CRASH]

Djinn: That’s right, that’s right~ We’re gonna settle this inside the lamp~

Marcia: I DON’T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Rosa: OUCH! HEY! DON”T PULL ON MY HAIR LIKE THAT! WH-WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!

Marcia: THIS IS PAYBACK FOR BEFOREEEEEEE-

Rosa: EEEEEH?! YOU’RE DRAGGING ME DOWN WITH YOU?! HOW MUCH OF A VILLAIN CAN YOU BE?! LE-LET GOOOOOOO-

Cass: Mi-Miss Morgainne!

June: CASS! SHIT!

Blanche: Himalia-senpai, your grip’s too strong!

Diana: ....

Agatha: Let… go… you… dumb… land… animal… Big… Big… Sis… !

Vita: My~ I shudder to think what a wondrous adventure awaits us all~ Fufufu~

Marcia/Rosa: THIS IS THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORST-

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Bodies and Beasts

Hey, so, this fic I mentioned off-hand 5 years ago?

I finished it!

...Better late than never?

(please heed the warnings)

Rating: E Word count: 4,300 Pairing(s): Bipper/Beast!Wirt, Bill Cipher/The Beast Summary: "Those that enter shall become part of my forest. No matter how long it takes,” the Beast says, his eyes glowing with colour. “Oh, don’t worry, pal, this flesh-sack can spend an eternity here. You can have him. All I’m asking is to have a little fun with it first.” “Oh?” The Beast tilts his head, feeling the weight of his antlers as he does. Warnings: Main Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore, Cannibalism, Coerced Suicide, Child Death, Torture, Unhappy Ending, Self-Mutilation Read on AO3 here

There is a body in the woods. He discovers it on a day when the air is cold, despite the brightness of the sun. In another time, he would have receded into the deepest, darkest parts of his domain in such conditions, but he no longer needs to be so closely tied to the night and shadow; now, the plainness of day could serve him just as well.

The body reminds him of his own still-new form: made of flesh, bones, skin. Teenaged, brown-haired, slim. It is more similar to him than he realises at first.

It lies there motionless until he approaches it. When he leans down, its eyes open wide, and he can see through them that the being inside it is not one who belongs. The amalgam grins, and it continues to grin even as he wraps his hands around its neck and clenches hard. Such a body can usually be coerced into becoming a part of his forest, with muscle and intent being just as effective as the deceit and patience he was once limited to, but this one seems to warrant a different approach. It seems to enjoy the ministrations he is putting it through. Unconcerned, his fingers twitch and their grip loosens; he comes to a stand. After all, his lantern is still burning strong from that younger brother's oil, as little as his Edelwood tree had been; and he has, too, a heart within him which beats black around his body.

"Don't they teach you manners in this plane of existence?"

He stares at the being with white, narrowed orbs.

"As it happens, you're actually not that far off from what I want from you. But an introduction wouldn't hurt, pal! Here, look. Name: Bill Cipher, occupation: this kid's flesh sack. See how easy that was? Haven't even tried to strangle you yet!" It—he—rubs a hand across his neck and bares his teeth again in a facsimile of a smile.

"How did you come by that vessel and to my woods?"

'Bill Cipher,' as he calls himself, sits up, putting his weight on his forearms. He watches closely in case Cipher tries to do anything as unpredictable as his nature seems to be. "Oh, me and Pine Tree go way back. Introduced him to an awesome apocalypse before he and his family had to go and ruin everything." His voice lowers, and his face contorts into a scowl at those words, but, like lightening, it passes in an instant. He brings himself to his feet and dusts himself off, then meets his eyes. "Take it from me, do not wish on Shooting Stars, no matter what people tell you.

"Buuuut I'm getting sidetracked here. Point is, he was mine to control a few years ago, and after all those difficulties he and his family caused, I thought a little payback was in order. That annoying little pest took his time in dropping his guard--honestly, had more forms of protection than a Trojan factory! —but my waiting paid off. Eventually, he awakened my statue. Curiosity killed the cat, am I right? And so, here I am!" Cipher does a little flourish with his hands, and he notices that his white sleeves are stained heavily with red. “Now, you wanna introduce yourself, Beast boy?”

“…You know me. Therefore, you know that the Unknown is my domain. Those that enter shall become part of my forest. No matter how long it takes,” the Beast says, his eyes glowing with colour as he remembers the thrill of finding the brothers in his woods again. They had carried freezing water in their lungs ever since their fateful journey, and it had dragged them back to the forest from a pair of white-sheet beds. One to bear his weakened being, one to fuel his flickering soul. He blinks, his eyes white again.

“You got a bit of personality in there, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know you—got my mitts in all sorts of dimensions. The Unknown is a funny name for Purgatory, but, whatever. Just thought you could be polite about it, you know?”

He cares not for how much this being talks. Underneath all of the blabber, he wonders what he means to gain by coming here. If he thinks he can saunter out, he is mistaken. “You are… intriguing, but your vessel is still young enough; here, it will remain,” the Beast says, his voice soft.

“Oh, don’t worry, pal, this flesh-sack can spend an eternity here. He’s already suffered a punishing fate in his physical reality, but I am not satisfied with just making him kill himself and leaving all of those Pines heartbroken. You can have him. All I’m asking is to have a little fun with it first.”

“Oh?” the Beast says, tilting his head, feeling the weight of his antlers as he does.

“He’s in here. With me. Pine Tree. First time around, I kicked him out, but now, we’re roomies in this here head of teen angst. And hoo boy, he is not happy about it. See, I love pain, and I love how much squishy and breakable stuff is inside these gross human bodies. It’s hilarious! I had to rush through everything in the physical realm, but now…” Cipher grins so wide it looks like it could split his face in two. “I can take my time in torturing him. Care to explore with me, Beast?”

He follows along well enough with the story this demon tells, as strangely as he tells it, and his ideas stir something sadistic in him. He wonders, though, “Why would you simply dispose of the body when you could utilise it, Bill Cipher?” He himself enjoyed that shadow of consciousness within him and the empty, hollow sadness and regret it emitted. Wirt’s emotions had burned through his being initially, as heated as the fire of the lantern, but once the Edelwood branches were all ash, the boy gave himself fully to the Beast. There was nothing else he could do.

“Eugh, when I take over the world, it will be with my equilateral perfection. No, no, the slow torture and crash course in forestry will do just fine for Pine Tree—or should I say Pine-Edelwood Tree?”

“You should not.”

“You’re right, let’s just get on with it. Here, I have something that’ll help,” he says, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a knife coated with red.

The Beast plucks it from his hand, running his slim fingers along the flat steel. He taps on the point and a pinprick of black blood swells from his digit. “Yes, this will do nicely.”

“Why don’t I just lie back and think of England?” the demon says with a wink. He spreads his arms out like a cross and falls back, hitting the ground with an “oomph.” The Beast straddles him, taking his time to get comfortable, but Bill Cipher is impatient. He squirms and pulls at his shirt collar, making the button strain until the Beast carefully nicks the thread with the blade and sends the button flying.

First, he can cut his shirt open, then, he can cut his chest open.

Settled in place, the Beast works on revealing this Pine Tree’s milky skin. It is dotted with bruises and old scars here and there and looks unnaturally pale. His ribs are just about visible, his body skinny. Delicate.

“Get on with it, I’m vibrating in place here!” Bill Cipher urges.

He rests the blade on the centre of his chest, making Cipher still, and applies a bit of pressure to it. Blood oozes out and continues to do so as he pulls the knife down, past his ribs and across his stomach. It is only a shallow cut, surface-level damage. Enough to sting.

Cipher lets out a breath, sounding satisfied. The Beast repeats the motion horizontally, vertically, diagonally, until there are lacerations all over his chest.

“Mmm, this would pair perfectly with some lemon juice.”

The scarlet rivulets look too inviting to resist, and he leans down and licks his tongue up the red stripe. The bright, coppery taste delights his senses, and he collects more blood with his fingers and sucks them clean.

“Hey, think you missed a spot there,” Cipher says, his voice taking on a raspy tone. He props himself up and grabs the Beast’s face, swiping his tongue across a smudge of blood on his cheek. Cipher surprises him by twisting his face forward and invading his mouth, wrapping around his teeth and gums and all the inner spots he has missed. It is less of a kiss and more a cannibalistic instinct he cannot seem to help. The Beast allows it, closing his eyes and waiting for him to finish his exploration.

“Yum,” the amalgam simply states, then leans back without any further comment.

He notices he has spots on his cloak, though that is nothing compared to how many stains are on Cipher’s shirt, the contrast of red on white stark and harsh. Cipher decides to do away with it, taking the clothing off completely and discarding it besides him. The Beast can clearly see, now, the ugly gashes that had stained his sleeves, following his veins from his wrists down his forearms.

He wants to excavate this body.

The Beast takes a hold of Cipher’s hand, resting the knife where it had carved a path through skin in the physical realm. This time, though, he will take it deeper. He lets the knife feel its way down the path, then pushes, pushes, pushes, until bone scrapes against the blade. Cipher laughs dementedly, then screeches, then his voice takes on a different tone; it is agonised, raw and rough.

“Stop, stop, stop, PLEASE, I—AAAAAAAAH,” he yells. Cipher has lost control, and Pine Tree thrashes and fights against the Beast as he sobs and wails. He drops the knife, protecting himself against flailing attacks. Spittle and blood flies between them. Pine Tree finds his face and tries to dig his thumbs into the Beast’s eye sockets, but his hands tremble. His pain makes him uncoordinated. Cipher takes advantage of the unclarity; with a spasm, Pine Tree’s eyes roll into the back of his head and when his pupils appear again, they are elongated and unquestionably demonic.

“Woo! Did not anticipate how much he would push back from a little bit of torture like that. We are just getting started, pal,” Bill Cipher says casually.

The Beast has to pause for a moment, because he can feel his own storm inside him. Emotions that are not his own are flaring and twisting in his chest. He can tell Wirt yearns to save this poor creature, to bring himself a moment of redemption—but there is no redemption for him. Not after he failed to save his own brother. With this in his mind, the Beast lures him back to despair and resignation; he was so much easier to coax than that blasted brother of his, a boy good for nothing but firewood. It does not take long for his emotions to wither and dull. It is so comforting to feel nothing at all, is it not, Wirt?

There is no answer.

“Perhaps I should utilise the idea your host so kindly gave me,” the Beast murmurs, hovering his thumbs over Cipher’s pale, yellow eyes.

“Woah, woah, woah, I wanna see these innards, thank you very much. Shoo,” he says with the accompanying motion.

“Very well.”

“Why not reveal this Bleeding Heart’s bleeding heart instead?”

“Hmm…” the Beast considers, gazing at his chest. “Yes, that would do.”

He chooses not to pick up the knife again. He wants to do this himself.

With supernatural ability, the Beast buries his fingers into Pine Tree’s chest, buries into flesh and feeling around bone. He yanks back and rips him open. Skin and matter tear off in large sheets, Cipher’s cry piercing his eardrums, until there is revealed his ribcage and lungs holding a frantically beating heart hostage.

It is beautiful.

Even Bill Cipher needs time to adjust to this onslaught—he pants and lies there, presumably also keeping Pine Tree at bay more carefully this time around. With drool pooling from one side of his mouth, he says between gasps, “See, Pine Tree? Told you we were just getting started.”

The Beast drops his skin, leaving the amalgam spread open, a creature in the middle of a vivisection. Fluid coats his hands. The temptation makes him hunger. He cradles Cipher’s face with both palms flush against his cheeks, then drags them down over his neck, his grip tightening and then releasing. He wants to crush this human, but he has to remind himself to take it slowly. Cipher, now painted with shades of maroon and scarlet, licks his lips.

“So nice to find a kindred spirit. Just bros being bros, bonding over some good old-fashioned gore. Maybe I should come back here with Shooting Star sometime,” he contemplates.

“Let us not get ahead of ourselves. I want to appreciate what I have right here.” If he felt he could have another plaything, he really would crush this human all too soon.

“Oh, you’re so romantic, Beast,” Cipher says with a grin.

He traces each of his ribs, squeezes around the heart to feel the atriums and ventricles straining to keep this body alive. In the Unknown, it can work all it wants, beat until all the blood is drained and the skull is caved in and the body is in dozens of pieces that will never be reassembled. If it believes it needs to keep beating, it will.

Bill Cipher bites on his fist, like he needs to keep his thrill toned down to savour the intensity of the situation. Then, with a lightbulb moment, he remarks, “Apparently, the force needed to bite through a finger is the same as biting through a carrot.” Without waiting for a response, he sticks his little finger in his mouth and snaps his teeth around it. “Ow. Okay, that’s not true.”

The Beast picks up his knife again with his musical fingers, twirling it the same way Wirt would do in marching band. His body still has the instincts his mind has failed to overrun. “Allow me.”

“With pleasure!” Cipher agrees, stretching out to him like he is asking him to dance.

He takes his hand, caressing delicate skin, then lays it flat on the leafy ground, pushing down hard on his wrist. With his other hand, the Beast holds his knife with the tip squarely aimed at Cipher’s pinkie finger. In one swift movement, he drives it through air, body and into the soil, and holds fast against Cipher’s flailing to keep his hand in place. When he raises the weapon again, there is a neat severing right at the knuckle, the finger laying meekly as blood collects underneath it.

Bill Cipher tugs his arm back, and the Beast relinquishes his hold in order to allow the demon to appreciate his handiwork. It is strange how one small removal can so change the appearance of the extremity, the wrongness of the missing part highlighted by the bloody stump.

“Again! Again!” he cries, waving his other hand around.

The Beast grabs it with annoyance, and instead of placing it on the ground, digs his knife in between ring and pinkie and scores right in the middle. The gash in the connective flesh hangs open obscenely.

“Yeowch—not like that,” Cipher admonishes.

“Well, if you demonstrated some patience, maybe I would have a clearer understanding of your wishes,” the Beast replies tersely with a shake of his head.

“Oh, fine, fine, yes, take your time, just get the damn fingers off,” he says.

This time, the Beast acquiesces, repeating his earlier action, and Cipher yelps at the removal. He brings the cut-apart hand up to his mouth, placing his lips over the wound and sucking. Cipher moans weakly as the Beast looks at him from under half-hooded eyes.

The demon bites his lip. “Sexy.”

“Shall I continue to work?” he says once he pulls away, saliva and blood mixed on the abused hand.

“Yes, yes, yes, but just the ring fingers, alright? I still wanna be able to do some shit while we play. Just don’t ask for a pinkie promise or for my hand in marriage.”

“Duly noted.”

The Beast hacks away the two fingers with ease, then collects the four severed digits and contemplates them as he holds them.

“Feelin’ peckish?”

“I desire something…more substantial,” the Beast finally says, placing the digits back besides their tortured body.

“I hear thigh of Pine Tree is especially succulent,” he suggests with a leer.

White eyes meet pale yellow as he considers this, and then the Beast decides to cut up the trouser leg to reveal more flesh, from calves to thighs. The smell of viscera is heavy in the air, emanating from such an array of exposed organs, but when he presses his face against the amalgam’s leg, there is a faint scent of mechanical oil. He knows just a little more about Pine Tree’s life outside of the Unknown now, he supposes. Not that it matters anymore.

He bites down hard enough to pierce the skin with his canines, and then, wretchedly, demonically tears off flesh. His heart squirms with Wirt’s revulsion as he feasts, a visceral reaction from the usually placid boy to his monstrousness. It is pleasing to the Beast to use this human’s body to eat another. Even more so since he would not yearn to cannibalise if it were not for humans in the first place. Every time they told their stories, every time they believed him to be more and more malevolent, they transformed him; their beliefs became his truth. And, sometimes, the people of the Unknown called him another name—wendigo.

And a wendigo he would be.

With the heightened pleasure from the textured, delectable meat in his maw, he almost forgets to notice Cipher’s reaction at all. His eyes flicker open. He pulls away and swallows. Cipher has his hands—what is left of them—inside himself, squeezing his own intestines to deal with the pain as he gasps. The ropes of gore squirm around his fingers, coiled snakes twining around and around each other in the cavity.

“It hurts…real good…” he says weakly, the nasal quality of his voice reduced to a quiet whine. All of their machinations are starting to add up—or, rather, take away from him; with chunks taken out of his leg, body parts missing and a red pool underneath him, Bill Cipher is fading. In a broken voice, he whispers, “Please…let me go… I just…want to go back to my family…” before he passes out. He hopes Pine Tree will not be the one to wake up.

The Beast places his slack leg down and dabs his mouth and chin clean with his shirt sleeve. As he straightens up, he can see that there are Edelwood branches starting to grow around the amalgam, reaching up from the ground and tipped with autumnal leaves. As much as Bill Cipher wants to enjoy this, his body is beginning to give up. It is inevitable. There is only the forest, and there is only surrender.

The Beast lets him rest. He trails a finger down one of the branches by his hip, a drop of oil leaking out. Then, he picks up his lantern from the nearby spot he had placed it. As he stares into the flickering firelight, what had once been rendered an ember by the Woodsman, he feels a strange sense of gratitude to the brothers who had changed everything for him. Were it not for them, the Woodsman would have never disposed of the lantern, would have never allowed the Beast to reform and take control of his own soul again. When he decided to fuse himself with Wirt, and become Beast and Lantern-Bearer, he gained entirely new ways of growing his forest. He still remembers how it felt to wrap his arms around Gregory’s neck until the twitching stopped and the wood grew. Though some aspects of his human form were tiresome, he knows he would not go back to his old trypophobic self.

Bill Cipher stirs, groaning and lifting his head up. He blinks one eye, and then the other, and shakes himself awake. “Whew. Did I miss anything?”

He puts his lantern down and gestures to the Edelwood.

“Oh, man. Guess we’d better wrap up, huh?” He lifts his leg to inspect the damage. “Had your fill?”

The Beast puts his hand in his hair, rubbing the base of his antler as he considers. “For now. I will have your heart after we are through.”

“Good choice. So, what next?” he says, feeling up his stomach and ribcage like it is a salacious act.

After a moment, the Beast’s hands join his, appreciating the slippery, warm texture of his organs. The colour in his vision intensifies as he realises he can now anything to this body; he no longer needs to hold back. His hands ball up into fists so tight they shake as he says, “I want to break you.”

Cipher’s eyes widen. “Then break me, Beast.”

He spreads his fingers wide over Cipher’s ribs and locks his arms straight. Pushing down from his shoulders, he applies enough pressure to make the bones fracture, only showing small amounts of damage at first, but as he pushes harder, they crack and break apart completely. The splintered bones pierce Cipher’s lungs as the Beast’s breathing becomes heavy and feral.

“I c—I can feel—,” Cipher attempts to say before he starts to hack up blood, decorating his already-painted face even more. The hacking coughs become laughs, as much as he is able to laugh. With his lungs filling with fluid, even this chatterbox has to admit defeat. The Edelwood branches are growing before their eyes, working their way around his limbs and intruding into his body bit by bit.

The Beast looks at Cipher’s smile and, wanting to give him one last thrill, takes his drenched hand back and picks up the knife again.

Cipher gurgles as the Beast positions the tip of the blade at the corner of his lips, a rough hand grabbing his chin and forcing his face to the left. His eyes squint with delight, elongated pupils staring straight at the pink, yellow and blue glow in the Beast’s. The Beast curves the knife up as he slashes across his cheek, making Cipher’s face-splitting smile literal. Warm blood gushes over his fingers as he turns Cipher’s face to the right and finishes the look.

The gashes pull apart and squeeze together as the amalgam works his jaw. He attempts to say, “Why so—,” before he’s coughing up blood again.

The Beast gives him a rare smile. “Why, this is the first time I have been able to hear my own thoughts since you arrived here, Bill Cipher.”

Cipher’s eyebrows lower, and the Beast chuckles darkly as he moves his hand down to his neck and his knife over his heart. “Now, it is time for your host to become a part of my forest.”

At the instant he drives the weapon into that frenetically-beating heart, a golden spirit somersaults out of the broken body. Triangular, with one eye and a black top hat. Bill Cipher’s true form.

The Beast flickers his attention back to his task, and he twists and rips the heart free of the veins and arteries holding it in place, takes it off of the blade and holds it in his palm. It beats once, twice, before giving up the ghost and stilling.

“Oh, Pine Tree, it sure did take some time but boy, was it worth it!”

Pine Tree’s body looks so bereft, so utterly fragile. His skin is starkly pale now, and his head is tipped onto the ground, his eyes closed and his mouth ajar. His arms, encased in branches, lay with his cut wrists facing the sky. All of the movement in his chest—the writhing intestines, the inflating and deflating lungs, the beating heart—have come to a stop. White, fragmented ribs are threaded with earthy Edelwood. His shredded clothes lay soaked in his own blood around him, flicked with bits of flesh and cut-up parts. He looks… small, in death.

“Yes. The destination is all the more sweeter when the road is long, is it not?” the Beast says, touching his own skin with his fingertips.

Cipher floats over to put an arm around his shoulders. “Ab-so-lutely. And hey, you’ve been swell, such a great guy. Thanks for hooking me up with this awesome venue for torture! Love what you’re doing with all the trees and whatever. But I’d best be going, things to do, chaos to enact, you know the deal. And we’re both great with deals, aren’t we?”

The Beast inwardly sighs, then admits, “I would not object to having more dealings with you. I have not felt that kind of pleasure in many moons. Thank you. For now, I shall bid you farewell.”

Bill Cipher blinks—or winks—and spins out of his hold. “Have fun burning up this sad-sack and chomping on that ol’ ticker. See you on the flip side. The universe is a lie, buy gold, bye!” he shouts before flashing out of this existence.

The Beast pauses, raises the heart, murmurs to himself, “The loveliest lie of all,” and bites into it.

Wirt is just as drained and deadened as this boy lying in front of him; he cannot even feel disgust anymore. He cannot feel anything at all.

#Over the Garden Wall #gravity falls #bipper #beast!wirt #possessed!pinescone #the beast #bill cipher #dipper pines #fan fic #crossover #gore #bad end friends #who knows maybe one day I'll finish that sequel to Some Books Just Swallow You Whole #never say never :')

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levi-robbed-my-tea-cupboard · 4 years

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Rating: Teen And Up

Relationships: Hange/Levi, pure pre-Levihan

Words: 2176

Additional Tags: as Levi would say - shitload of them

Summary: Levi wakes up from a nap at the airport to discover someone’s pressed to him and won’t let go.

Written for Levihan Eggschange 2020 organised by @levihanweek ♥

Happy reading to my giftee and I only hope they will be able to find it ^_^

You can also read the fic under the cut, but if you have no problem with ao3 I recommend reading there cause I edit with ao3 in mind and it probably looks better there ;>

Stranger Snuggle

Everything was against him.

The burn in his thighs, the late sunshine blinding his eyes, the dirt on the streets making his smart shoes slide with every second step, the wheels of his suitcase, surly damned by now as he was pulling them after himself through all the curbs, his breath heavy when he suddenly stopped, knowing he wouldn’t make it on time. Everything. Fuck!

Levi kicked the automatic door moving apart in what must have been slow motion, because no fucking way it was their average speed. A security guard took a step in his direction but Levi’s one pissed glance made him stop and he entered the airport unbothered.

Holly fucking shit!

He came just in time to see his flight disappear from the departures board and the anti-burglar blinds go down in most of the stores, accompanying his misfortune. Taking deep breaths to calm down a little he went to the coffee shop in the middle of the hall, in which two workers were still hanging around, and glanced yearningly at the empty food display. At least he’d get himself something warm to drink, he thought, before the coffee shop staff informed him they had already cleaned everything and were as good as closed.

Fucking perfect.

Hungry, thirsty, exhausted from running and even more annoyed then a while ago, Levi sat on the nearest couch, clearly belonging to the coffee shop, and gave the workers another glare, making sure none of them would dare to protest. He took out his laptop and, cursing the too slow airport Wi-Fi everything he had in his rich shit-talking inventory, he booked the nearest flight home. The price was another thing to put him down, knowing he wouldn’t get a refund, not after spectacularly messing up his task. His next flight was at five in the morning, so in eight hours.

Eight hours for which Levi wouldn’t dare to go to the hotel by the airport because, one, he wouldn’t give himself a single credit he wouldn’t oversleep and miss yet another flight, and two, after wasting so much money on a flight alone he kinda shouldn’t be spending more, not yet.

So yep, he was going to wait there the six hours or so before he’d be able to check in, get rid of his luggage and eat something in the departure longue, since everything in the open space closed. Had he already though how fucked up things were?

It wasn’t fine but he tried to convince himself it was and not to think about coming work late and sleep deprived, straight from the plane, and alone. Fucking co-workers who not only didn’t show up to their meeting the scheduled time but didn’t show up at all, fuck them! He tried to ignore his empty stomach and the chill on his skin that he felt once he rested a little after his run. The little bit of sweat cooled him unpleasantly. The burn in his things was almost imperceptible as he was sitting, but the tired muscles were slowly sabotaging him and lulling his brain to give them a rest and sleep. Just fall asleep on the soft coach, which Levi was refusing to do, and the thought of all the people before him that must have been sitting there, sleeping maybe, half of them probably just as gross as he felt at the moment, was doing a great job in keeping him sober.

The crowds were thinning with time passing, as only a few planes were leaving at night, and the noise turned into a nearly silence, with the buzz of ventilation somewhere at the side of Levi’s consciousness, ASMR-like almost, and…

……zzZZ

Levi thought that his pillow felt weirdly scratchy tonight. As if it wasn’t his pillow but one of the cushions from…

Oh, no.

He jerked up, remembering where he was and that sleeping there was absolutely unacceptable. Or rather he tried to jerk up, because there was something heavy pressing him to the side of the coach. Something hard and, to give it justice, probably being what kept him warm, because he didn’t feel the chilliness anymore.

Levi opened his eyes, expecting to see the hall crowded and someone, just like him, accidentally falling asleep next to him, but no. Except for a few people whose silhouettes he could notice on the far away, uncomfortable chairs, and probably the security guards luring somewhere in the dark, it was almost empty! So why, the fuck, someone decided to treat him like a human pillow rather than sit… Well, anywhere else.

“Tsk.” Levi snorted and tried to push the person apart, but instead they murmured something in their sleep and… Did they just slipped an arm behind his back? Ugh! Levi tried to wriggle a little, but all it caused was making the other one clutch closer, as if they were afraid their only source of warmth was going to escape.

Resigned, Levi looked around himself, noticing what in the dimmed light seemed to be a particularly used up and over-packed backpack with what should be an illegal amount of pins. Would they even be allowed into a plane with those? He took a look at the person by his side, now literally hugging him, which, while annoying him, was making him warmish and sleepy again. But the closer look was exactly what he needed to wake his normal reactions just a little bit, and he started to realise this was not good.

The backpacker kept half of his hair in a messy ponytail, the other half was almost covering their face, only a prominent nose was sticking out from the kind of greasy strands of hair. Yuk! Looking further down their body, which Levi couldn’t decide whether was female or male, he saw a giant, knitted sweater reaching half their tight, skinny jeans and…

Aaaaaaaah! There was a hole in their sock!

“Hey! Wake up!” He couldn’t take it anymore, seriously, the hole was too disturbing. “Come one, you filthy sleepyhead, I’m not a free mattress, shit!” Levi eventually managed to push them away, making them fall onto the other side of the coach, and he could see the front of their sweater that they were pressing to him looked like it had a particularly close contact with mud. Or something even worse.

Being pushed onto their back must have woken them up, because they yawned heavily and stretched.

“Is it morning already?” They asked, and Levi thought, judging from their voice rather than the slim build, that it was a woman. Because whom was he to judge people by their body build, nevermind that thought actually…

“No. But you’ve fallen asleep on me of all people, and I was concerned.” Levi said.

The woman looked at him as if Levi’s words didn’t make much sense and Levi saw the biggest, shiniest eyes he’d ever seen. Which was another thought he’d rather not have... Luckily for him, or maybe not so luckily, he was too tired to decide, the sight lasted only a glimpse, because she squinted.

“Where are my glasses?” She murmured, palpating through the coach.

Levi didn’t answer to that, more and more irritated with every passing second and slowly coming to the sober realisation that he’d been just chosen by this crazy, dirty backpacker. Maybe she didn’t stink, by judging by her looks she hadn’t seen a shower for a while now either. Disgusting. And who knew what else was on her mind, and what she was hiding in the backpack.

Eventually she found the glasses somewhere behind her and looked at him again, this time focused.

“You look annoyed.” She said. As if it was his fault. As if he was the weird one here, damn it!

“What a surprise.” Levi hissed, grabbed his suitcase and went to the other side of the coffee shop, the broken wheels creaking behind him. He could swear the weirdo was staring after him.

He barely sit on another coach when the woman came after him and sat, to Levi’s please on a separate armchair.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked back, as if it wasn’t absolutely obvious.

“Of course not, why would I be?” He said. Maybe it was his voice that he’d been told many times wasn’t the best to carry over his emotions, or the woman was just so dumb, because she seemed unaffected by his sarcasm.

“Good.” She said. “I was afraid you were.” She leaned to her backpack, causing in Levi an instant agitation, but when she opened it she took out… A thermos? She put in on a table between them and searched deeper, this time taking out two cups, and handing Levi one of them once she filled them. “I brought tea.” This, obviously, drew Levi’s attention.

Whatever was in his cup, it didn’t smell like tea. It didn’t smell like anything he could think of and he looked sceptically at the weird woman, but she took a big sip and smiled, so he decided to risk a sip too. It was hot, fruity, sweet and disgusting, but having nothing in his mouth since lunch he decided he shouldn’t complain. They were sipping for a while in silence when Levi’s empty stomach made a particularly loud noise and he felt hotness on his face, because this sounded more like…

“Oh, I have food too!” The woman said, because that was how weird hippie people were, Levi thought, and didn’t have power to protest when she offered him half of her sandwich that, unlike the disgusting crime against tea, was fine. He ate it in silence, still not sure how he ended up in this situation, and feeling awkward as he didn’t know what to say other than “thanks”. But the woman didn’t seem bothered, packed the thermos and cups back, and smiled.

“So…” she said “…when’s out next flight?”

The fuck what? If Levi was still sipping the gross tea, he’d choke.

“Our next flight?” Or rather just: “Next flight?”

“Yeah?” The woman said, looking at him the same way she did the first time, without glasses. “We missed the first one, didn’t we?”

“We?”

We?

We!

And that lead him to the terrible realisation.

“Are you Hange then?”

“Yes?” She said, now looking really concerned, as if Levi was particularly stupid. “Wait a minute.” She said, and her eyes widened, the clearly indication that up until this moment she’d been convinced Levi knew who she was. “You didn’t recognise me.” She said.

“How the fuck could I recognize you if it’s the first time I see you? You didn’t show up to the meeting!” He heard his own voice slightly going up. The fuck? The shit was happening here?!

“I had to do something before leaving, I thought you’d wait for me, sorry.” Hange said, not sounding sorry for slightest.

“You thought I’d wait for you three hours?”

“Well…”

“Forget it. How did you know how I looked like anyway?” He asked, because that, if anything, was concerning. She shouldn’t have.

“I searched it.” Hange shrugged, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the word. She searched him. No matter how little he was supposed to know about her, he started getting an idea anyway. There must have been a reason she wasn’t just flying on her own and Levi was probably just the closest to fucking up he’d ever been. Absolutely fucking fantastic!

He took out his laptop again to buy another ticket for Hange for the same flight and he could feel her eyes on himself while he was clicking, as if she was trying to decide something.

“So when you woke up next to me you must have thought I was a complete stranger!” She said eventually.

“Yes.” He said slowly.

"And that I was some kind of a weird psycho."

"Yes." Levi repeated, not sure what the was was for.

Hange chuckled.

“I’m glad you don’t think that anymore.”

Levi mover his eyes from the screen to her.

“And what makes you think I don’t?” He asked, and rose an eyebrow. “Because normal people usually molest those they see for the first time to show they’re what? Friendly?”

“I didn’t molest you!” Hange protested, but her outrage was made up.

“Oh, no. No! You only trapped me in my sleep and didn’t want to let go. That’s a completely different thing! Thanks for making me realise!”

“Don’t be so dramatic! We’re assigned to each other for three years, you’d have to get used to it anyway. I had to do that to make sure you wouldn’t go somewhere when I was sleeping, what’s the big deal?”

Levi looked at her sceptically.

“I’m not paid to be your pillow.” It’s gonna be long three years, he didn’t say out loud.

“And?”

“You could at least wash your hair! When was the last time you did that?”

“Does that matter?” She asked, confused. “Cause I don’t think I remember.”

Three very, very long years…

#levihaneggschange #levihaneggschange2020 #me posting #levihan fanfiction #levihan #levi ackerman #hanji zoë #hange zoe #levihan modern au #levihan first meeting #levihan short #fic #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh i'm supper nervous #cause today was a mess #and i can only hope i didn't mess up this too

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fcntasmas-archive · 3 years

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(1)oh man, do I think I am ready for this chapter? absolutely not! am I really fucking excited for it?? HECK YEAH! (I assume this will get long again and that there will be incoherent yelling and more oh-no-moments than ever, so I apologize in advance <3) well okay alright I guess we are starting the chap with crying already, man the thought of eddie looking at buck holding a tiny tiny jee-yun is a lot, can't blame him for melting, I would too! “Let’s go home.” eddie coming right for my heart!

(2)“I don’t think there’s any part of you that needs to tone anything down.” god, tell him eddie, thank you! “You practically already are a great dad, Buck.” I mean we know he thinks that, obviously, but man having him say it, yeah that's the good stuff (don't mind my crying) wait what is the glove compartment about?? 👀 'Buck wonders if he’ll ever get to hear it.' can't wait for eddie to explode actually (and man I can imagine eddie being hard to write through all this, but you do it SO WELL!)

(3)'He can’t imagine Eddie not being there.' asdfgjkl yeaaah the intimacy of imagining the big moments of your life and THAT ONE PERSON is just always there, can't imagine the moments without them, oh buck <3 'He chooses not to examine this.' oh buddy, noooo xD 'They end the night kissing, and Buck ignores the way it feels funny in his stomach, like his lips aren’t quite fitting against Kai’s, like they can’t figure out which way to move.' oh man oh man oh man, this makes me sad nonetheless :/

(4)'Looking at an Eddie that’s trying to comfort you is like looking at what Buck imagines a childhood home must feel like for someone who actually finds solace in their childhood – like you’re safe, like you’re cared for, like anything outside of it can’t hurt you, not while you’re in it. Eddie’s eyes feel a lot like what home is, all things considered.' this tho, man these two lines took me out <3 “I was wondering how you’d feel about…meeting Kehlani.” oh no oh no oh no ohnono, oh boy, oh no

(5)oh buck ._. I guess this chapter he is making me feel like crying more than even eddie, I just wanna hug him! “I’m deep cleaning the kitchen.” ooooh eddie is stressing about something? what ever could that be? 👀 care to elaborate mr diaz? 'There’s absolutely no way Eddie would have bought that pizza specifically because he’d known Buck was going to hate the food and then invite him over, that would be-' oh eddie <333 “We’d been — I liked her, and Christopher liked her, but she wasn’t — it,”

(6)aaaaaaaah, oh boy!!! I LOVE CHRIS SO MUCH <3 “I’ve, uh — I’ve been thinking about it, lately, just how important you are to him, and, well, to-” - “Kai wants me to meet Kehlani,” ksjdhfladshjhfakdskjfh oh no! OH! NO! this whole scene is actively making me lose my mind, I can't even put it into words, I am feeling SO MUCH! It’s a no because he doesn’t know if that’s what he wants, and it’s a yes because he doesn’t know if anyone else will ever offer him something like this again. It’s a no

(7)because he so desperately wants what Kai is offering him elsewhere, it’s a yes because it feels impossible to have that.' holy shit, holy shit, you found the perfect words, OH NO, oh buck, well now I am reaaally crying, oh man! 'This is it, then. This is the road they’re taking.' nooooo .___. man they are really good at making themselves and each other sad here, huh? ._. '“He’ll want pancakes,” Eddie adds, and through the words, a desperate tone starts to crack.' this is wrecking me, actually

(8)“So, what? You decide you’re gonna meet some guy’s daughter and suddenly - suddenly they’re your family?” I am full-on sobbing ._. "I need - I so desperately need to feel like I’m not on the outskirts.” ._. Lives like the one I kid myself into thinking I could have with you two, except real, except with someone you want, with someone who’ll give you more kids and you can take home to your parents-” .__. 'The answer is no. It’s immediate, it’s raw, it’s honest. Buck doesn’t love Kai, not the

(9) way that it’s felt like before. Not in the way that fills his veins or in the way that interrupts his day or in the way that he can’t go more than a minute without seeking him out. Not in the way where it fills him with dread and anticipation and hope and happiness, not in the way it comes alive inside him as he looks into Eddie’s eyes, pleading for something from Buck he doesn’t know how to articulate.' god those are some really good words! also, I am a crying mess now! this whole scene is

(10)SO good, but man does it hurt something fierce ._. “And I know that sounds shitty, but Ana or no — you always came before her. And I’m — I’m sorry I ever made you feel like you didn’t.” oh eddie <3 'Kai or no Kai — Eddie and Christopher’s place in his life has been cemented just so that no matter who comes or who goes, they’ll always be his first priority. And maybe that’s his answer, after all.' oh buck <3 oh man I suspected for a few chapters that the prospect of kehlani would be what

(11)pushes buck into facing some realizations, because he can try with kai without being 100% sure, he can break Kai's heart, because he knows kai can get over it, but he could NEVER risk breaking kehlani's and just, I love buck a lot and you wrote all of that really just extremely well <3 'Kai studies his face closely, almost knowingly. “Ah.”' uh nuh .__. oh no he is so good I love him so much ._. <3 "And you deserve someone who chooses you.” GOD!!! I hope kai find all the love he deserves <3

(12)EDDIE!!! hell yeah oh man, nice fucking cliffhanger, I am so glad he is fighting, buck needs someone who choses to fight for him and eddie needs to allow himself to fight for what he wants! god, okay, that was a lot of asks I am so sorry, you can absolutely put them under a read more! (so many asks that tumblr asked me to verify that I am not a bot, multiple times oops xD) anways, oh man that chapter REALLY delivered on EVERYTHING I am so in love with it! gonna reread and cry more now<333333

THIS WAS SO LONG BUT SO SWEET i don't even know where or how to start i think this time around you really have rendered me speechless fjasdklfjsad

i know at this point it really does feel like i'm repeating myself but i hope you know how appreciative of this i am always like,,,, the fact that you take the time to write it out and send it to me will always warm my heart. i love hearing about what you experience while you read and i will always, always, always be grateful

i'm sorry i can't be more specific this time around, BUT THERE'S SO MUCH and all of it was so so sweet just pLS KNOW THAT i appreciate your messages and i appreciate you so much

#answered #anonymous #ripples all the way down #THEY WERE SO MANY FSDAJKLFJ ILY

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chquine · 4 years

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Normie Tactics: Piggyback

Inspired by @justmorerpmemes prompts: "I can't... You're going to have to carry me..." and "I can't move... I'm too tired..."

Also the reaction on the previous Normie Tactics was overwhelming, I got more inspired. XD

I do not own Levi or the setting of the world he is in. The story is the only thing I own.

That said, ENJOY!! <3

<>.<>

Levi was scouting the location of Ruri-chan's fanmeet in two weeks. As a die hard fan of the idol, it was unacceptable for him to not be first in line. He estimated that he would have to camp at the venue at midnight; two days before the actual event. The venue had a bathroom where he could freshen up and change his clothes before meeting with the idol. As much as he did not like it, most of his games and anime would have to be put at the backburner.

Awww maaaan... And I just got a copy of I Can't Believe I've Used Up All of My Nine Lives and Still Didn't Get a Girlfriend and the new visual novel Heaven's Door. Then again, this is Ruri-chan. Aaaaaaaah! Geez! If only I could somehow do all of them at the same time!!

He was walking back to the House of Lamentation when his D.D.D vibrated in his pocket. Mammon and Asmo were prone to spamming him with messages full of nonsense, so Levi had his phone silenced most of the time. It only vibrated when someone in his emergency contacts sent him a message or called him, and there were only two people there: Lucifer and you.

Pulling out the device his screen showed a candid shot of you in your pajamas, drinking from a straw, holding one of the controllers in his room, and staring at the television intently. Immediately, his heart rate quickened.

Wait she called me? A girl is actually calling me?! I mean she's a 3D human normie, but she still has XX chromosomes!! So this counts! She's also pretty cute and-gaaaaah!! What the heck am I saying???

"Hello?" He tried to sound as casual as possible.

Don't let her know you wanted her to call, Levi. Cause like... You definitely didn't.

"L-L-L-Lord Levi?"

"Who's this?" He did not recognize the voice.

Oh man! Is this a kidnapping scenario?? No wait, everyone knows she's Lord Diavolo's guest. Did she drop her phone somewhere? Nah, too unexciting... And it's not like my friendship level with her's high enough for me to contacted for emergencies...

Before his thoughts could come up with a couple hundred more conclusions about her (which was not because he was worried, of course), the lesser demon explained that the human had collapsed while working at the Akuzon delivery center and that they had called whoever was at speed dial one. It filled Levi with no small amount of giddiness when he heard this, because he was in speed dial one; not Mammon or Lucifer.

That's totally normal right? I mean... It's not like I wanted to be in speed dial one! Not at all! Who'd want to be immediately informed if someone they cared about was in an emergency? Certainly not me.

"Okay. I'm on my way."

Wait! Is this another normie tactic? Already in enough trouble, Mammon is. Looking for someone else to face Lucifer, this human is. Well, fall for it, Levi will not.

Despite himself, he was already in front of the Akuzon delivery center. You were lying down on one of the many couches, looking pale and haggard. Lucifer had allowed you to work so you could have personal Grimm you could spend, assuming that Mammon didn't borrow from you.

Knowing that idiot, he probably did borrow money. Ugh... He's totally insensitive towards other people. Not that I particularly care or anything...

"Levi?"

"Y-yeah?" He was startled by the sudden sounding of your voice.

"Can we go home now?"

He nodded and reached out a hand to you; he tilted his head when you made no move to get up. "Well?"

"I um... I can't walk," you said sheepishly.

Levi blinked at you, trying to process what you were saying.

Aha! A normie tactic it was!! Knew it, I did!! She's got another thing coming if she thinks she can make me carry her!!

"Sorry Levi," you said looking much like Mammon when Lucifer took his credit card. "I've been running on fumes for three days, and I'm really sorry... I can't move... I'm too tired."

He blinked, feeling quite a bit of concern. It was odd to Levi how he had the smallest bit of concern he had only ever felt for the 2D-related contents of his room.

I-I-I-It's only cause I need someone to play coop raids and games with. Yeah! She's a fragile, 3D, normie human, but like... Gaaaaaaah! Even, I cannot!!

"You... Can't?" His voice cracked and he mentally smacked himself.

"I can't... You're going to have to carry me..."

THERE IT IIIIIIIIIIIIS!!!! I KNEW IT! I KNEW SHE WAS TRYING TO TROPE ME!! It was a normie tactic!! She knows I'll get (CENSORED) by Lucifer if I leave her here. Plus! Carrying a girl is totally an existing fantasy! Ugh! Outwitted me, this human has.

Levi found that he wasn't really upset about it as he carried you on his back. "Y'know I don't really have the stats for stuff like this," he told you as he made his way to the House of Lamentation.

"Sorry," you said. "Am I heavy?"

"No. Have you been eating properly? N-N-N-Not that I care! But like... Lucifer's not going to like hearing this happened."

"Hmmm... I think so?"

"Well... Beel's been eating more than usual lately. But doesn't the cafeteria at RAD have food?"

"It does. I just forget..." you chuckled lightly. "There's something I want to buy."

"I mean... If you asked I'd buy it for you."

Before he could even process that thought, Levi had already spoken it. His cheeks flushed and he started sputtering: "D-D-Don't g-g-g-get the wrong i-i-i-idea!! It's um... a bribe. Yeah! It's a bribe cause Ruri-chan's fanmeet is in two weeks and I have to be first in line. So I'm camping two days before the event and-!"

You laughed, immediately shutting him up. "Thank you, Levi."

Soon your breathing evened out and Levi finally reached the House of Lamentation. It was his turn to cook in the morning, so he would have to make sure that Beel doesn't inhale everything in a split second. On the other hand, he was over the moon.

Totally rad, this is. Believe that a girl is on my back, I cannot. Go wild when told about this, the forums will.

As soon as he thought that, Levi stopped in his tracks. He thought about this previously when you pulled that yukata trick on him during the summer festival. And just like then, he was not so inclined to tell other shut ins like him that he had piggybacked a cute girl.

Okay she's not cute or anything!! She's just a girl!! BUT it would be totally unfair if they gained EXP from my pact!! So boo-hoo for them!! I'm not sharing this!

<>.<>

Thanks for reading!! Also this made my heart just go... xD

#obey me #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #normie tactics #piggyback rides #levi can still carry you fite me on this #obey me spoilers #obey me screenshot #based on a prompt #well... two prompts

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rosaguard · 4 years

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summer waxes poetically about her favorite aeris gainsborough ships:

i never reblogged that five ships meme because...well i don’t have five aeris ships i care about lol. however, i was challenged(tm) so here is something close to it. i do feel like it is fitting to make this post on here since aeris was actually the first muse i truly started writing a ship on after asking someone first ( and i had been writing on tumblr for like...5 years on and off before that for context. anything before that was just..maybe flirting - nothing i felt invested in ).

aeris & happiness.

the most important ship. the OTP. no other can compare. i think the biggest tragedy of aeris’ death is that so much was taken from her. she had so much to live for, so much to do, and her life was brutally and suddenly ripped away when she was finally getting the chance to figure herself out and rise to her full potential. i don’t want to aeris to die in the remake ( especially because everything about the whispers would’ve felt like a waste of time if nothing significant changes and aeris living is probably as significant as you can get ) but if it happens, it happens - i’ll just be really sad and disappointed by it lol. i’ve always been very clear that aeris’ death is not a bad one despite my blog canon essentially retconning it. there’s a reason she dies and it’s not to further cloud’s man pain ( he had enough of his own trauma already ); she dies because she’s a legitimate threat to sephiroth’s plans. she’s actually an example of a character death, especially a female one, done incredibly well, especially compared to SE’s recent output ( serah, luna, etc. ). also anyone who says she was created just to die is also wrong. barret was originally written to die first and they decided to change it.

anyway, the point of me bringing all of this up is that i didn’t decide to do away with her death because i think SE sucks and they hate women. i did away with it because a lot of aeris’ character development ( her learning about the cetra at cosmo canyon, figuring out what the white materia does, etc ) is implied / off-screen since we never know her point of view and then well...she dies. i wanted to explore what her feelings would be if she woke up alive after being attacked while meteor is slowly drawing closer to the planet. how would she handle that? how would she feel? would she feel like a failure? would she be angry? what would she do after meteor is destroyed? would she travel the world? join the w.r.o? tell everyone to fuck off and then move to a cottage in the middle of nowhere and live the rest of her life in peace? these are the questions i wanted answered when i thought about aeris living. i don’t care if she ends up with cloud, or zack, or whoever because they don’t matter: aeris matters. she’s her own person with goals, desires, wishes, and more. no one talks about what she would want and do if she had lived. all people care about is what ‘man’ she belongs to as if she’s a prize to be exchanged between them.

the second reason is simple that she fucking deserves it. she deserves it after living in a lab for 7 years and watching her mother die just trying to get her out. she deserves after having to deal with being stalked by the same company responsible for a lot of her suffering. she deserves to finally be around friends that make her feel loved, accepted, and cared for. she deserves to not feel alone, or like an outcast, or a freak because of her powers. she deserves to be able to go to icicle inn too and see footage of her father for the first time. she deserves to be able to go back to kalm and see her mom again. she deserves to live happily just like everyone else gets to do. her life has been filled with so much tragedy and pain yet she never lets it define her. she blooms in the face of adversity. she keeps smiling even up until the end of her life. she deserves happiness as her end-game and if i don’t get it in canon, i’m going to create it here myself.

aeris & cloud.

i disliked this ship for a long time. it actually wasn’t because of the ship itself but due to some of my experiences with the shippers. i won’t go into my fandom experiences but i ran an account dedicated to ti.fa for almost six years so i’ve seen how...unpretty both sides of the 'ship war’ can get and it turned me off. a lot. when i decided to write aeris, i immediately started a replay of the the original game with an ‘aeris-lens’ ( analyzing her character, her relationships, making sure i got her date, etc. ). it made me look at her relationship with cloud in a different light since i had never really paid attention to it as heavily before since i avoided the ship tbh. i ended up enjoying their dynamic a lot. they have a natural chemistry with each other but there’s also this unspoken distance between them which is fully intentional - she has her own walls up and he has his.

they have a very ‘tragic love’ since well...she dies before anything can fully go to the next level. their relationship in canon is a very ‘what if’ and as a result, i often see people who don’t like the ship claim that they wouldn’t work because aeris wouldn’t be able to ‘deal’ with cloud and would’ve left. to be blunt, this a bad take considering supporting one another is prevalent throughout their relationship:

aeris: i learned a lot. the elders taught me many things. about the cetra... and the promised land... i'm...... alone... i'm all alone now... cloud: but i'm...... we're here for you, right? aeris: i know. i know, but... i am the only...... cetra. cloud: does that mean we can't help?

cloud: ...i gave the black materia to sephiroth...? wha... what did I do... tell me, aeris. aeris: cloud... be strong, ok? He writhes and clutches his head. cloud urrrrrrgh... what have I done!? aeris: cloud... you haven't done anything. it's not your fault.

cloud: yeah, I hear you. sorry for what happened. aeris: don't worry about it. cloud: ...i can't help it... aeris: oh... then, why don't you REALLY worry about it? and let me handle sephiroth. and cloud, you take care of yourself. so you don't have a breakdown, okay?

the remake only reinforces everything i like about their relationship: their banter is great, aeris gently takes his hand during one of his ‘moments’ and supports him, she confides in him about talking to her flowers, and he never treats her differently ( which is a big deal when just two nights before, he told someone to ‘get help’ when they claimed they could hear the planet lol ). they have so much in common as well: they both have struggled with loneliness, being an outcast, and not having a lot of friends. i’ll always find it incredibly interesting how cloud is repeatedly not invited to be apart of group functions in the remake ( he wasn’t allowed to celebrate with avalanche and had to sit outside jessie’s house as the others ate pizza ) until he met aeris and she invited him to have dinner with her and her mom. despite the ‘bodyguard’ dynamic to their relationship, they always feel like equals to me.

aeris: today’s special!!! cloud: why? aeris: because i met you, you dumb binch!!!

aeris: *says cryptic stuff and tells him that they can’t fall in love* ( i’m saying they because apparently in japanese / other languages she says ‘we can’t fall in love’, not just ‘you can’t fall in love with me’. ) cloud: uh....how about i do anyway??? also i’m saving you so...see you tomorrow at 11. bye.

me: their relationship never gets to a serious level because the opportunity was taken away from them de to unfortunate circumstances.

also me: they’re just just...dumb and in love!!!! i’m sorry, that’s just the way it is!!!! she literally tells him that meeting him again was special to her and the silly boi doesn’t get it!!!! one of the composers of the game even said a tracks that plays with them is meant to have a romantic vibe!! when she pulls away from him, he reaches out for her because he doesn’t want her to let go!! the lyrics of hollow is literally ‘this time i’ll never LET YOU GO’ AAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

anyway, i’ve also noticed this weird trend in the fandom where it feels like cloud is never allowed to just has his own dedicated feelings about aeris - and i’m not even talking about romantic feelings. i feel like whenever there is talk about cloud’s relationship with za.ck or ti.fa, no one inserts aeris into it. they’re allowed to have their individual relationships with him yet with aeris it feels like you cannot talk about how much she meant to him and vice versa without other characters being thrown in. i don’t know if it’s because of shipping and people don’t want to acknowledge that like...characters can have feelings for multiple people or what but the reality is that cloud did feel something for her. she did mean a lot to him; so much so that he slept in her church two years after she was dead and went to her burial place alone. he missed her. maybe it was just as a friend, maybe it was because of something more but i really dislike how their relationship and importance to each other, regardless of whether it’s platonic or romantic, is constantly invalidated.

aeris & gene.

when kas / @castershot first created channels for gene and aeris in our rp server last year, i honestly did not think these two would have a serious relationship at all. i figured maybe they would have a fling or something at best / aeris would be the equivalent of a filler character in a few episodes of the show and then they would go their separate ways. ...that didn’t happen but i’m glad it didn’t! i didn’t know a gosh diddly darn thing about outlaw star but i’m very good at researching and aggressively reading wikis so i was able to whip up a verse ( and someone who watched the show thought i had actually watched it after reading my verse so i guess i did a darn good job! ). anyway, i feel like when writing aeris it’s very easy to...hmm...fall into very certain dynamics and considering gene’s line of work ( doing odd jobs, being a bodyguard for hire, a general jack of all trades ), i didn’t want it to be the ‘he’s a bodyguard, she gets protected, blah blah blah’ dynamic but in space. so their relationship ( at least in my head - there’s a lot going on in there tbh!!! ) basically became somewhat of a deconstruction of cl.erith + ( bad ) stereotypes about aeris in general:

what if the helpless flower girl that needs saving from the big bad corporation is actually a liar who works for said corporation and was sent by them to retrieve something important(tm) and eliminate anyone that gets in her way? what if aeris, a secret member of the turks, has become so desensitized when interacting with other people since she is constantly wearing a mask and she can’t tell if she’s genuinely falling for someone or if her acting is just so good that even she can’t tell what’s real or fake anymore? what if i took all those bad takes about aeris knowing she would die, flip it, and actually make it so that she does know and still goes alone anyway because she wants to save lives for once instead of being the person who takes them away!!

me: imagine the drama!!! the angst!!! kas, casually: [redacted name b/c of spoilers] would just bring her back to life. me: WHAT?! >:(

apparently one character in the show is casually just GOD and can revive people so they can come back like:

my bubble was BURST. dreams DASHED. plans CRUSHED. dramatics aside, i still kept the idea of her dying because i do like the take of a more secretly jaded / not as ‘pure’ aeris that works for shinra and has to basically relearn how to trust / care about others again + i live to attack kas and all of her muses. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. anyway, the point is that i love them and they’re a dynamic i’m very invested in the more times passes. they’re both so stupid and passionate and loud ( the first in character thing i wrote when i remade this blog was them screaming at each other in an argument ) but they’re also sensitive, don’t open up to others easily, and have trauma!! oof x 100.

me: this ship won’t be serious lol the ship, months later: may or may not have a thread with them going on a date. may or may not have gone to ti.fa and cloud’s wedding together ( where kissafist’s tif.a may or may not threaten to smash his balls in if he doesn’t treat aeris right. *smash em, rip em plays in the distance as aeris aggressively laughs nervously* ), they may or may not get married and have twins that may or may not be named ren and rose. me: clown putting on make up.png

so yea, they’ve come a long way(tm).

the end.

#❀ . ━ ❛ take your time ❪ ooc ❫ .#god i cried a bit when writing the last bit in the first section #i love her so much

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bloodfcst-a · 4 years

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alright, so. i beat remake last weekend, but i didn’t want to come out with my newfound yufi information + meta right off the bat. i think this is an appropriate time to do so now, though. naturally, i’ll tag as spoilers, but if you need anything else, let me know.

also, my verdict? i am so glad i went into this blind, without any hype or expectations or people from fandom whining about it. yet again, i am so happy + i had an incredibly joyous experience. this game fed me + also took over my life in a way i’ve not been possessed in some time so like......... good for it.

also no, i truly don’t miss hearing everyone’s hullabaloo + i don’t wanna hear ur complaints of “ it didn’t say when part 2 is ” so like miss me with that.

also warning: if u didn’t know already, fandom is WILD towards y.uffie for some reason and i also addressed that, so like if you’re from vii fandom u might seriously wanna read this bc... it’ll be pertinent to u understanding my feelings behind it. i did address some questionable topics like the underaged oversexual portrayal + beastality that’s popular for her and i am NOT HERE FOR IT so if u came for that................. issa no from me dawg. when i say unbearable.... i mean it. fandom grossed me out. y’all wild.

anyway. thoughts below !

some things that were CONFIRMED for me were:

> midgar is lax around its anti-wutai rhetoric in its most important parts ( namely, hq, wall market, and avalanche ). for propaganda’s sake among the common people, it stands to create a united front. but in consumerism & in strength, they consider the wutai equals just as anyone else.

see: tseng in the turks; madam m in wall market; the supplier for avalanche.

i would even argue that sector 5 / wall market is the safest place in midgar for wutaians, given don corneo’s obvious fetishism ( and that really............. isn’t saying a lot ).

i’m not going to entertain that it’s an “ admiration for culture and architecture ” in true weeaboo fashion given that of all positions he could give madam m to hold, her duties are to screen women that would be appealing to his aesthetic and to run a massage parlor where the highest bidder gets to have a happy ending. she is literally the “ asian parlors are actually fronts for brothels ” stereotype except in this sex trade, all women go to don corneo. i will have no apologists in this house.

i have more developing thoughts on madam m like how she might be doing the sex trafficking part in her own self-interest / as a type of self-preservation, like the don might say “ well if u don’t want to be a wife then u better find some for me ” but... 1) this isn’t the post for that and 2) that logic does not explain why chocobo sam and andrea rhodea are also apart of the ring. but in my opinion, you can tell she’s not crazy about it bc as soon as aerith mentions it to her she becomes so wildly upset that she breaks character. i don’t think she’s a sell out. i think she’s an exploited and fetishized woman in a tough place, and i feel for her.

despite this, it’s clear that because of his obvious ‘ preference ’ they’re [ wutaians ] held at a higher standard ( i.e., he doesn’t dispose of madam m immediately like he does with every other woman who is unfortunate enough to meet him ), so i’m willing to go out on a limb and say despite the high amount of shinra foot traffic that goes through wall market ( and we know this bc everybody who is everybody from SOLDIERS to Turks go to honeybee inn ), a wutaian would probably be fine there.

> wutai is the strongest world power by natural means. without SOLDIER s & g programs, midgar’s biggest claim to fame is to reach first-world status as a metropolis by siphoning mako via its reactors. without its reactors, the whole town would either be: 1) slums, like below the plate; or 2) as common as every other area in the nearby vicinity ( i.e., kalm, costa del sol, nibelheim ). by siphoning mako energy, midgar truly is unnatural, so... hm...

corel could have been a contender ‘cause they use fossil fuels ( and look at how successful gold saucer is! ), but the failed reactor really threw them out the loop. costa del sol + icicle inn are both partially shin-ra owned / managed, so i’m not counting them.

> infiltrating midgar / shinra isn’t difficult. nor is navigating throughout the sectors. while there is the mention of the ID scan on the trains, we see this is not applicable on foot ( freely able to walk through sectors 5, 6, 7, and 8 as party; jessie + co are able to go above the plate to go to her parents’ house despite already being listed as AVALANCHE and that their fake IDs had already expired ). given that yufi entirely travels on foot because of her airsickness / motion sickness, she’d be undetectable. also note that the first 59 floors of shinra hq by stairwell are not monitored... and neither was the front door, so she could easily sneak in whenever the need called for it.

> established multiple points of contact between rufus + yufi ( and by extension, the turks + yufi ). i’m really going into this in the next section ‘cause... their dynamic became so much more interesting. but we already know that at minimum, there was contact bc she had the phs rufus had provided to godo + was using it to communicate with zack for treasure.... but let me hold off on this bc there’s one more thing i want to add here.

regarding the turks: it’s established that even if a person is someone of interest to shin-ra, they won’t necessarily act on attacking or abducting immediately ( see: aerith ). we already know they’ve known yufi since she was a child, and if they’re working with rufus they’d know what she looked like as she aged, so the excuse of “ she looks different than when they worked with her in wutai ” is out the window. it’s more than likely that they’re enabling her to continue her business with rufus + have probably assisted her with not being caught.

> yufi’s clothes are absolutely normal for her age. it always annoyed me that somehow tifa’s clothing was like considered “ impractical but acceptable ” because she’s a legal adult and because cishet men were too drawn to the boobies to complain. but then yufi was either like HELLA sexualized as a minor ( the amount of ecchi / hentai that exists of underage y.uffie despite there being of-age content [ i.e., her portrayals in advent children + dirge of cerberus ] is.......................................... ridonk ) OR she was like hella slut-shamed and i’m out here like.... hello??? what kinda anti-wutai rhetoric is this? anyway. i’d like to call attention to kyrie, who looks like she’s wearing like 60% of y.uffie’s dirge of cerberus outfit. if anything, this only reinforces that yufi’s fashion choices are.......... legit normal, age appropriate, and anyone who wants to argue otherwise can shut the fuck up.

if you’re really gonna ask “ how come her shorts are unbuttoned ” like go check your privilege. the short answer is probably that rufus stole all of her damn belts to make into his coat. the long answer is that a youth traveling the world SOLO she is probably slim on money to be frequently shopping for clothes ? and the clothes that are available in the slums vs on the plate are probably not great quality ( idk if y’all have ever shopped at a freesized open market before but like... buttons pop off INSTANTLY sometimes and those seams will tear if u stretch the wrong way. like fast fashion but like........ hella wild ). she could find better clothes above the plate, but given the anti-wutai rhetoric up there... probably not a wise choice.

since you’re looking at her outfit anyway.. can i bring your attention to her sweater, and have you note that it’s made of the same material as cloud’s? i.e., she’s wearing shin-ra/SOLDIER brand quality? ( need further proof that it’s SOLDIER? zack and angeal wear the same one ) probably gotten from either a trip to hq or........ someone on the inside............ but obviously cropped to fit her. she might’ve even had it for some time. now let’s keep looking.... i’m willing to bet the latter, and here’s why! ( prepare for galaxy brain time )

now for standard SOLDIERS, they’re assigned colors. we know third class / infantrymen are blue; second class are burgundy / red ( think kunsel ); and black / dark blue for first class. don’t nobody wear green.... in this whole damn universe.... as a main character.... except child y.uffie. HMMMMM. here’s the sweater again to compare.

i’m just saying.

now, the ideas INTRODUCED to me were:

> there is only one AVALANCHE, but it is splintered into different factions.

now i always wondered like, how come they just picked up the name AVALANCHE when it was established already. like idk i don’t think people would be like “ ah yes we’re the n.azis and we’re different than the other ones, but we wanna evoke the same fear ” u know what i mean?? usually u would carry the same ideology... but it was always so apparent that barret held different views and goals than elfe, so i was always so confused.

but not anymore. now it’s established that they’re the same group, begun in midgar + just carrying out different methods of “ fuckin’ shit up for the shin-ra ” over the last 10 years, spreading the word about the danger of reactors + it’s suckin’ up the lifeblood of the planet to anyone who would hear. now that makes sense. in the same chapter that this is established, however, they also claim...

> yufi as a benefactor to AVALANCHE.

now this shit had me like AAAAAAAAH. now there is no damn way you and i played the same game if u didn’t see this. they literally say “ AVALANCHE is being provided weapons by someone to fuck shit up, in return for all the materia in midgar. ”

who would want all the materia in midgar? HMMMMMMMMM.

> with that point established, let’s go back to rufus + yufi having multiple points of contact. so i already introduced the idea that rufus clearly has to have contact with yufi bc he’s the one spouting all the secrets to shinra treasure via the PHS. and yufi has claimed ownership of the phone by literally labeling it as “ treasure princess ” so there is no question that he thinks he’s talking to godo versus yufi.

but we also know that rufus is the person behind AVALANCHE. my man has TIME on house arrest, obviously. we also know that he’s on house arrest in junon, not midgar. now, if he’s out here giving them logistics like places to go to spout their rhetoric, and yufi is providing weapons ( remember, wutai is the strongest power by natural means, and apparently hq is free real estate to explore, so she’s got multiple ways to provide gear without it being an inconvenience to her ), so it’s.........pretty obvious to say that the way she would go in connection to AVALANCHE would be through rufus. also, remember she has bad blood with AVALANCHE because of their actions in wutai, so... she’s not gonna be keen about them anyway. it seems much more practical for someone who already views them ( and tbh, lots of people ) as tools ( rufus vc: “ i own you ” ) to accomplish one’s tasks to help her connect with meeting her own goals ( “ all the materia in midgar ” ).

this would also explain why yufi is found hanging outside junon.

if you opted to grab her outside nibelheim... you might argue that it’s because nibelheim is obviously suspicious + truly the evidence at how shady shin-ra is, given the whole place was rebuilt + is filled with actors to hide the fact that the whole place burned to the ground + was once the site of jenova + currently remains the site as hojo’s secondary lab + other secret, vincent valentine with the protomateria slumbering. she could have been tipped off by rufus as “ there’s another treasure here ” but like... there’s no way she would have known it was vincent. even zack is like “ idk wtf is happening here so i’mma leave this alone. ”

also, i love that rufus uses “ heir to the throne ” verbage, which is so akin to yufi also being “ heir to the throne ” & look at them: spiteful children rebelling against their useless ass dads to create new world order + to destroy the old shin-ra company. i love that for them.

so in conclusion........ this game FED ME. god i wanna play it again and again. i beat it on normal and got everything except 1 treasure and 1 task from chadley. i also need to do all the combat simulators. but given i did what i could in.... 3.5 days, i’m not too upset by it. this game has so much replay value and... i can say i’m glad i bought it twice.

g.amestop give me my freaking shinra badge i’ve damn well earned it.

oh and two more things going forward:

> nanaki continues to sound old as hell. which duh, given advent children. but u know how they established him as a young teen in the og + so it made sense for y.uffie and nanaki to be friends ‘cause they were mentally the same age? i don’t...... see how that works now.

also.....y’all could have missed me with this shit already but STOP SHIPPING HIM WITH YUFI. NOW UR ONLY ARGUMENT IS GONE. STOP. i saw some art of nanaki & y.uffie fucking in the tags + floating around google and i was like....... WHY!!! and then there’s also weird hybrid art like what if they had a kid or something and i just........ STOP.

i have flashbacks of when i first started writing on tumblr + how i was bombarded by furries wanting to fuck bc of this. like deadass king dedede from kirby. later on i also saw sonic & even alligators ( not an alligator man.... tho i did see king k. rool + donkey kong as well........ i hated y’all for a hot minute ). it’s not even “ monster fucking ” it’s bestiality and I’M BEGGING YOU TO STOP. y’all can truly MISS ME WITH THIS.

however, u know, bigby wolf + everyone from castlevania could easily get it. stardust platinum where ya at. if i had to pick it would be....... more humanoid than a penguin or a “ lab rat dog ” u feel?

> i am not crazy about y.uffentine. look. i know it exists. i know it was big bc fandom was like “ optional character ship ftw! ” + then dirge of cerberus came out and y’all went wild ( to be fair, i get it, it was the only ship outside of NANAKI and BEING KIDNAPPED/ASSAULTED BY SHINRA SOLDIERS AS A CHILD that people could feasibly comprehend for y.uffie for some reason............................................................... it was an actually “ NORMAL ” person........ ) but like. i’m sorry. it’s not doin it for me. i’ve seen like two other y.uffie blogs out here that actually stick to canon so like if u want your y.uffentine that bad, like maybe ask them. but please don’t ask me.

ok i’m done for real now! thanks for reading !

#♝ meta.#♚ verse iii . travail.#spoilers /#ffvii spoilers /#remake /#remake spoilers /#ffvii remake spoilers /#idk if y'all need this tagged as anything else.#let me know if u do!

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painandpleasure86 · 4 years

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A Christmasy Introduction

Author’s note: Hi people! I joined to participate to the initiative Thank God It’s Christmas (TGIC) hosted by @dtfrogertaylor . This fic is my gift to the lovely @zestysexmachinefromzanzibar ... Yeah sweetie, i’m your SS! Sorry for the delay... Also tagging @warriorteam1924 bc she asked for it lol.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words’ count: +1.3k

Warning: FLUFF! A lot lol. Also a bit of angst.

Summary: Xmas familiar reunion and it’s the best moment to introduce to your new boyfriend. Some complications but... will working?

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After two years of being alone, love knocked at my door again. I was afraid to respond to their calling. But I thought "and if it's that person?" So, I risked my heart again, but until now I see that's worthing it.

I met him in the most rare situation. Since then, he always was kind and funny. Smiling a lot. Was so incredible when he asked for my number and wanted to see me again. Really? Me? I don’t know what he found in me, but i’m so glad for makes me feel special.

More I know him, more I love him. He makes me happy, loved, accompanied… Even since the distance, cheering me up with my finals. “Don’t give up my love. I know that you can!” he often told me via Whatsapp.

After my finals, we had some time together, until he started to travel for job stuff. Was so hard let him go, despite the reason. These days together (my best friend sometimes being the third wheel hahaha) I hugged him almost all the time, savouring each moment with him…

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One night we were talked about his introduction to my family. We were lying in my bed, lights off, me with my head over his chest, my right arm hugging him. He was hugging with his right arm, eventually caress my face with his left hand. A little note, both were wearing Christmas socks, so cozy.

"December 14th will be the familiar Christmas meeting, and I told to my parents that you will be there… but I feel like I said it more like a desire than a real thing", I said caressing his chest with my hand.

He gave me a kiss in the forehead, while he put his left hand at the back side of my head.

"I'll come back to the right moment hun. Don't worry". He was caressing my hair. "Yeah, I'll have a lot of work that week, but I'll be there. And I know that they will love me".

That made me giggle like a kid. I hugged tighter.

"I hope that at least you can be when be time to eat our dinner".

"I hope the same. But I don't know. The think that I know that I'll be there." Another kiss in my forehead and tight hug from him. I can feel his heartbeat. That relaxed me. And I visualized his face, surely smiling sweetly. That smile. He looks like a baby, but meanwhile he don't talk. His voice it's so deep...

Following morning he should leave my house. But not before giving me my breakfast in my bed. He entered to my room with that tray with my fave breakfast, I sat in my bed, with my legs still covered for the blankets, and he left the tray in my lap. After that, he stared near to my bed, watching at me.

"It's your way to say 'I'm sorry for leave' ?" Asked to him smiling a little.

He still watched at me.

"It's my way to say 'I love you and I'll miss you' ". His cheeks flushed. A shy smile appeared in his face.

I left the tray at a side of my bed and I raised from my bed to hug him.

"Go to take your breakfast before your coffee be cold" he said.

"I'll close the door for you" I almost whispered in his ear.

He giggled.

"Okay. But, after, go and take your breakfast!" he said playing serious and ending the embrace.

"Okay daddy" and I laughed.

He bit his lower lip, looking at me.

"Gosh, don't make it harder" he almost begged.

Trying to be funny, I added "Hardy?" And I start to cackling.

My laugh was contagious. He started to cackling too.

"Well played y/n". And started to go to my house door.

When was time to unlock the door and say goodbye to him for last time in a while, I was kinda nervous. "Shit y/n, calm down… you will see him soon" I thought while I tried to open the door.

"Bye my dear. I love you." And kisses me softly. I was going to miss that lips so badly.

"Love you too. Take care!" I almost screamed taking his right hand.

And he left my house.

I sighed deeply. After, locked the door again and I took my breakfast.

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Some days before December 14th, I was helping to my grandmother baking cakes. Also, making candies! I was so excited for the reunion!!! Not only for the ocassion to meet my family, but also for introduce my new boyfriend to my family.

Meanwhile my grandma and I we were baking cakes, we talked a bit about him.

"So, he's an actor?"

"Exactly, he acted as Roger Taylor in Bohemian Rhapsody" I added.

"What?" she asked genuinely.

"The blond drummer in Bohemian Rhapsody… Freddie Mercury's movie!"

"Aaaaaaaah gotcha. I know who he's. His face it's roundy." and smiled a little. I love how she looks smiling.

"Grandma!" I laughed.

"Well.." she sighed a bit. "Anyways it's so beautiful man. And seems so kind".

"You aren't wrong with that" I said smiling and blushing a little.

My grandma watched at me surely with a candid smile.

"Oh my dear, it's so noticeable that you're in love with that guy!"

"Yeah…" Now was my turn of sighing. My smile faded. "But I don't know if he will be here for the reunion."

She cleaned a bit her hands with a napkin and put her left hand in my right shoulder. She reclined her head in direction to me.

"Y/N, will be here. Relax. You told to him that we will wait to him to see his latest movie in Netflix?"

"Yeah" I smiled.

"He will not lose the opportunity to tell stories about the behind the scenes meanwhile we are watching the movie" she said.

Watching at her eyes I said "it's an +16 movie…"

She returning to her labor, said with a laugh "we will put some kid movie to your cousins, nieces and nephews. They will be so entertained. Or gave to them the tablets to play some games. Gosh nowdays kids loves watching at some screen" she added.

We came back to our silence.

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December 14 came. All the family coming. Hugs, kisses, selfies. We start to eat. And the ask start to sound.

"And your boyfriend?"

"And our new cousin?"

"And my new uncle?"

I was started to be pretty overwhelmed of that asks and their reaction to my response.

"It's real?"

"Why adult people make promises if they break it?"

"I hope that he come here!"

I messaged him, pretty worried.

"Hun, you will be here. We starting to eat our dinner"

"Yeah, I'm about to knock your door" he replied.

And a knock sounded.

"I'll go to open the door." I almost screamed standing up of my chair.

I open a door and he appeared… with a Santa costume!

"Ho ho ho! This is the house of y/l/n family?" he said entering to the house opening his arm.

My nephews and nieces came to hug him, screaming "SANTAAAAAA!"

"Cool, you're dating to a young version of Santa?" joked my elder brother.

Ending the embrace with the kids, Ben stand up and quitted the fake beard and the beanie.

"You aren't Santa then?" said one of my nieces, kinda disappointed.

"I'm… his messenger. Your gifts will be on time! And don't forget to let diet Coke and cookies, and enough water for the reindeer!" he said, winking an eye at me.

My relatives laughed for that reference.

Watching to my family and hugging me, said "I'm y/n boyfriend. Glad to meet you! Sorry the delay"

Hugs, kisses, shaking hands. All so warm. My smile couldn't be bigger.

When the greetings time ended, my grandma invited to sit "here, next to y/n".

They started to ask so many things, and he responded all of that asks kindly and with that cute smile that I love. I watched at him and my family smiling. My heart was full. A reunion that will be memorable. And I hope be the first one of dozen of them.

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