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strwb3rryfairi · 2 years

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Hi! Extremely sorry if this is kinda long and specific,this is my first proper ask:D :(Reader is also a vampire)

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Maybe one where the lost boys start hanging out more with someone(Star preferably because it would make more sense)and slowly kinda become more blunt,uncaring for reader feelings and kinda rude,kinda forgetting the reader in he dust(Poor reader is lonely).

So the reader becomes a mix of the songs 'Little girls' from Annie and 'Life goes on' by Oliver tree and is easily aggravated by the boys and star now,because reader is a tough lil vampire like the boyzzz (But for real,reader can throw a punch)she feels that they are ungrateful, bratty(tho 'bratty' mostly refers to Paul and Marko) and don't care at all(Understandable,reader is kinda dead inside) Angst with a happy ending?

I don't know if you are doing requests or not soooo(I hope this isn't too long) but I hope I ain't being a bother :) (no presure :D) Obviously ignore this if u don't wanna

Poly!Lost boys x Vampire! Reader

warning(s): Angst, allusions to cheating, insecurities, not proof read ^^;;

You had been with the boys for a bit. When they first met you they were entranced, and quickly started a relationship with you, which led to them quickly turning you. You were their sweet partner, and they loved that about you. Things were going great, until they weren’t.

The boys would often brush you off and leave you alone for someone who seemed to have caught their attention. You weren’t really sure who, all you knew was that they went either by the name Nicole or Natalie, honestly you weren’t too sure. They were constantly talking about them, or were seen hanging out with them. You honestly didn’t know how to feel about it. You tried really hard to hangout with them, and spend time with them - but they kept brushing you off. This went on for weeks until you simply stopped trying to get their attention and just moved on. You made some friends, and began hanging out with them more and more. It kinda got to the point where you weren’t really ever in the cave anymore. You would only show up right before sunrise and sleep in your nest in the cave away from the boys.

It sadly took the boys a bit to notice your absence, but once they noticed they wouldn’t leave you alone. The constantly tried to hangout with you, sleep in your nest with you, try to have dinner with you 1 but you never seemed to pay them any mind. You always scooted away from the group, or made excuses as to why you couldn’t hangout.

Tonight started off like any other. You got dressed, washed your face, grabbed your bag, and began to head out. It was your routine for the past couple of weeks, after the boys became more and more distant. It was 9pm and you were just about to head out when a voice made you stop in your tracks. “Where are you headed off too, kitten?” David spoke up from his chair. You turned to the blonde who had his whole posse around him. “To the boardwalk, i’m meeting a couple of friends.” You said nonchalantly. This caused David to raise his eyebrows. “Well, we were thinking about having a night in, we could-“ Paul cut in. “We could watch movies, order takeout, make out, have sex, do-“ David cut him off. “Paul! Enough.” David turned back to you, trying to see your reaction. You looked away awkwardly before speaking. “Sorry, i already made plans.” Paul and Marko looked like kicked puppies and pouted, while Dwayne seemed to cross his arms in a pissed off manner. “Oh. We’ll have fun.” David said through gritted teeth. “Yeah, thanks.” You said before making your way out of the cave and to the boardwalk.

It was silent for a moment before it was broken by Paul. “What was that?! They didn’t even say “I love you” before they left!!” Paul said while pacing around the cave. “It’s odd.” Dwayne said while picking the skin around his fingers. Marko’s leg was bouncing up and down rapidly and David was smoking a cigarette with his brows furrowed.

Paul continued to rant out loud, before Marko cut him off. “Do you think we did something to piss them off?” He said while looking at David. The faux blonde took a deep breath before looking back at Marko. “I’m not too sure.” The group went quiet for a bit, before Dwayne spoke up. “Well, we’ve all been kinda busy recently. Spending less time with them, Spending more time with Nicole. Maybe they got fed up.” Dwayne said softly. They all stood in shock before David let out a quiet “Fuck.” Paul and Marko instantly rushed to their bikes to try and talk to you, but we’re pulled back by David. “Wait boys, give them space. We’ll talk to them when they get back.” Paul and Marko we’re about to protest before David and Dwayne have them a look that had then shutting up.

While the boys were down in the dumps you were having the time of your life. Your friends were awesome and so funny. You ate junk food, rode on all the rides, got stuffed animals. It was a perfect night. However, all good things must come to an end - and at 1:00am your friends decided to hit the hay and head home. You all said your goodbyes and soon headed back to the cave. When you walked in it was eerily quiet. It was too early for them to sleep, so why was it so quiet? As you ventured further into the cave you saw Paul and Marko high out of their minds quietly talking to each other, while Dwayne was reading your favorite book, and David was simply lost in thought. As you got closer they all turned to look at you, You awkwardly smiled and waved and began making your way to your side of the cave when David called you over. You hesitantly turned around and began making your way to the group standing by the couches with your arms crossed. “Sit down.” David instructed softly. You looked and saw that every seat was taken up, so you shook your head. “No it’s fine, I can stand.” David scoffed before patting his lap. “Come on Kitten, we need to talk about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, and i don’t want you standing the whole time.” You slowly walked over and began to say on his lap before he adjusted you so you both were in comfortable positions. “Do you wanna bring it up or should i?” David said while stroking your waist. You were silent for a moment before you shrugged. David sighed at your behavior, He and the boys hated when you became closed off. “Well it looks like we haven’t been treating you that well, so you’ve been avoiding us sweetheart.” You looked down before speaking. “I haven’t been avoiding you, i’ve just been busy.” David gave your waist a squeeze which was pretty much a warning to stop lying to them. “Busy? With your new friends? You’ve barely spoken to us, and when we try to go to you, you push us away!” Paul said defensively. Your head shoots up and your eyebrows furrow at this. “I have been pushing you away because you guys have been doing that to me! It’s like we aren’t even together half of the time because you are always spending time with that girl! Nicole, Natalie, I don’t care! You guys have been seriously acting like brats! So i’m sorry that i didn’t wanna loath in my bed all night while you guys have fun with your new toy!” You said while standing up from David’s lap and beginning to walk away. This caused the boys to panic, thinking you were leaving them for good. “Wait! Where are you going babe?” Marko said while catching up to you. “Outside. I need a breather.” You said while walking out of the cave and walking down towards the beach.

The boys turned to Paul before Marko spoke up. “Nice going man, now they’re even more pissed at us.” Marko said while punching Paul’s arm. Paul winced and began pouting. “I’m sorry! I don’t even know why i said that to them. I’m such an idiot.” Paul said while rubbing his hands down his face. “Yeah, You are.” Marko retorted, which caused the blonde to pout even more. “You aren’t supposed to agree!”

You were walking away from the cave and sat on the sand by the cliff. Taking deep breaths you tried really hard to calm down. You hated arguments, especially with the boys, you just wanted everything to be okay between you guys. Sighing you began closing your eyes and enjoying the quiet. Your little moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of boots hitting the sand. Sighing you opened your eyes and looked up at the boys from your place on the sand. Paul walked up from the group and closer to you with his head held low. “I’m really sorry babe, I don’t know why I acted like that. I’ve just been so upset because i really miss you. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, that was a messed up thing for me to do.” You got up and held you arms out for the boy who instantly rushed into them and hugged you like you would vanish if he let go. “It’s fine, i think we’ve all been kinda upset recently.” You said while putting your head in the crook of his neck. You and Paul were silent for a bit, basking in the comfort of each other. Before you looked up at the rest of the boys and nudged your head to let them know it was out to join. Which they all did instantly. You stayed there for a sec in your group hug before you all let go. Even when you pulled away Paul still had a death grip on your hand. Due to how distant you all have been, the boy got needy and was in desperate need of your attention.

You all soon began making your way back to the cave. It was silent, but it wasn’t bad - it was more like a comfortable silence between the group. Paul led you to your nest, and soon you and your boys were in a cuddle pile. Arms and legs sprawled all over, and the feeling of being pressed against your boys was enough to lull you to sleep. Your breathing was heavy and you looked like an angel to your boys. They regretted making you upset, so that night they all decided that they wouldn’t ever allow tonight’s events to repeat, because they were truly and utterly yours.

A/N: guys this took me so long to make because i’ve been so out of it these past couple of weeks, but it’s now summer so i should get to writing more !!

#poly!lost boys #poly!lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader

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goshdangronpa · 1 year

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"Screw it, Danganronpa Vampire AU" pt. 1 (Trigger Happy Havoc)

So, Danganronpa is my favorite video game series. My favorite book series is Anno Dracula, an alternate timeline created by Kim Newman in which Bram Stoker's Count not only survives the events of the novel, but becomes king of England and reveals the existence of vampires to the world. Newman's books explore the ramifications across world history, with real figures (Queen Victoria, the Red Baron, Winston Churchill) and even characters crossing over from other fictions (Inspector Lestrade, James Bond) being vampires thenselves.

Rereading the terrific first book naturally got my mind mixing these two fixations. How might Danganronpa's characters be different in an AU where turning isn't unusual and many vampires live alongside, and sometimes in tension with, the "warm"? I'm gonna write a few posts, starting with the cast of Trigger Happy Havoc

Aoi Asahina: swimming is hardly a problem for vampires, who don't need to hold their breath. It's all the more impressive that a warm girl like Aoi can beat them in races, winning her an Ultimate slot. She'll never turn - she loves the flavor of high-calorie snacks too much to settle for an all-blood diet.

Byakuya Togami: warm for now - he believes vampirism is the natural choice for supreme human beings like himself, but he'd rather not be a teen for the rest of his life. Unfortunately for him, that means Genocide Jack can still drink his blood, and Toko can simultaneously live out a vampire master/human servant fantasy. Proof that the warm can be just as cold as the dead.

Celestia Ludenberg: claims to be a vampire of Countess Elizabeth Bathory's bloodline, but isn't even a vampire. She sure wants to be, though, and fantasizes just as much as her normal DR version about living in a castle with a harem of vampire boys.

Chihiro Fujisaki: warm, yet a firm believer in vampire supremacy. Even in regular DR, she believes there are two types of people in this dog-eat-dog world: the strong and the weak. She wants Mondo to turn her so she can be among the strong. Something odd happens in her murder, causing her spirit to wander the school before settling in a laptop. From inside the computer, she manually codes a presentation of herself - not AI, but the two Chihiro.

Hifumi Yamada: honestly, he probably wouldn't be that different. I do like the idea of him becoming Celestia's drudge, manipulated into believing he must serve her even though she doesn't have any vampire powers to actually enchant him like that.

Junko Enoshima: the rare vampire who shows up on film, but her true nature is a well-kept secret. In this version of THH, it really is Junko who gets impaled on the Spears of Gungnir (sorry, Mukuro fans). However, she designed them to miss her chest and heart. She spends the rest of the game recovering with supernatural healing, fueled by feeding off the blood of victims and executed blackeneds. More dangerous still, she's an energy vampire who feeds on other people's despair. If ever Dracula had an heir, it was her.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru: despite his father turning vampire as a means of advancing his political career, he remains warm. His friendship with Mondo challenges his negative bias against vampires. "Ishimondo" remains as bizarre and inexplicable as in the game - he's no longer fully warm, though a gross attempt at drinking blood suggests he didn't somehow become fully a vampire either.

Kyoko Kirigiri: tell me this girl wouldn't be a vampire. She refuses to share her turning experience, which may have something to do with her perpetually gloved hands. Her nature enhances her perception of small details, an asset to her detective work. However, the transactional nature of vampirism strongly influences her worldview, making her sensitive when she feels like others aren't giving her as much as she's giving them.

Leon Kuwata: another character who likely wouldn't be too different. In besting and slaying Sayaka, he'd mainly serve in the narrative to prove that the warm can be just as physically powerful and lethally dangerous as vampires.

Makoto Naegi: warm and perfectly ordinary as ever. He's a little nervous around vampires, having not met many before. He warms up to them as he gets to know them, especially Kyoko, who gives much of her blood to him after he nearly dies in his botched execution. His first time in a bloodgiving interaction gives him the power and vitality to defeat the mastermind, and his spreading of hope to his peers deprives Junko of the despair that gives her such great power. If Junko is Dracula, Makoto is the sun.

Mondo Owada: turned vampire so he could be even gnarlier and stronger, though his brother Daiya chose to remain warm. He became reckless like so many young vampires and would've been killed once had Daiya not sacrificed himself for him. He tries to give Chihiro what she wants, but her twisted views of vampiric masculinity unintentionally hit him where it hurts. The resulting mental break makes him lose control of his feeding, draining her to death.

Sakura Ogami: fully warm. Even with their enhanced strength, all but the fiercest elders would fall in battle with her, more than earning her the title of Ultimate Martial Artist. Jealous rivals speculate that she allows vampires to feed on her so some of their power can transfer to her in the process.

Sayaka Maizono: turning vampire was one of the many choices she felt compelled to make for the sake of her music career. If she can't age, she can be a teen idol forever. This version really is an esper. A silver knife to the chest kills her just as good as in the game.

Toko Fukawa: her split identity was always too cartoony to really fit any real condition or disorder. Here, she's a halfa, Blade-style, compartmentalizing her human and vampire sides into Toko and Genocide Jack. Of course it's not healthy, as Jack tends to kill those she feeds on (cute boys are her preference). Even that changes when she meets a certain girl in Towa City ...

Yasuhiro Hagakure: warm, but a Hope's Peak research team infused him as a child with the blood of multiple psychic vampires until he became a greater psychic than all of them. Otherwise as chipper and unserious as ever.

And Monokuma can be a little bat. Monokomori.

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phantomphangphucker · 1 year

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Phic Phight - (Not) The Star Of The Show

For: @gottacatchghosts @bookhoard @ave-aria @thatstomorrowsproblem

Being buddy buddy with a spooky singer and constantly being harassed by a teen in way over his head, was eventually going to result in Danny having to take the stage himself.

Songs Used: Rise by Athena Z, Gifted by Athena Z, Never Stop by VnaneP

“🎶Your heart, your heart has rendered

your loss, now bear the shame

Like dead trees in cold December,

Nothing but ashes remain

Oh, Ember, you will remember!🎶”

Danny nods, smiling a little at the bit of song he can hear being played for the waiting fans. “I’m surprised you’re still using that same old song”. She flips him off immediately, still using her other hand to get her makeup on just right, “it’s a good song and it works”. Danny just chuckles, not bothering to press. He knows there’s a reason she was big on everyone remembering her and whatnot but he didn’t actually know why. The why was definitely attached to her death though, so asking would be rude as shit; he’s not some human -cough cough Wes cough cough- who doesn’t understand you’re not supposed to press ghosts about their death. Granted it was kind of common knowledge she died in a concert fire but that was all anyone really knew. Same with how everyone knew Danny’s ass got offed but his parents' tech but not necessarily which one it was.

Ember nods at the mirror, pushing off and going to her wardrobe, grabbing pieces and turning around to show them to Danny, “what do you think, purple or red today?”.

“I’d say pink and gray, since the weathers very, you know, gray today”.

“You’re an idiot”.

Danny snickers, leaning against the makeup station, “but real talk, no cap-”.

She interrupts with a glare, “never say that again, I forget how young you are sometimes?”.

Danny flips her off for that, “hey nothing wrong with the youth, don’t trash your target audience. That just ain’t it. Anyway, you wear purple way too much, definitely the red”.

Her putting a hand on her hip, “You don’t think it’s too vampiric?”. Danny quirking an eyebrow right back, “and you don’t think the purple is too gothic romance?”. She makes a bit of a face before turning to put away the purple outfit. Danny turning around and walking off a bit to give her privacy.

She groans a little, “setting up tonight’s show was such a pain. All the restrictions and hoops you have to go through these days is awful”.

“You sound like a grandma”.

“Say that again and I’ll hypnotise you into doing the sprinkler dance on stage”. Danny giving her a scandalised gasp. “Hopefully everyone has fun though and pisses off their parents, fuck old people”.

“You are old people”.

“Don’t you dare. I own a lot of things with a lot of spikes on them”. Danny doesn’t say shit because he doesn’t feel like getting brained or something by a bracelet today. “That’s what I thought. Anyway, you better have a good time too, I heard the beer garden really sucks at checking ids this year”. That makes Danny a happy Danny. “I’m absolutely saying you should sneak in and…”.

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Wes was making a damn point to tiptoe as much as he could, he knew ghosts had freakish hearing so he had to be careful; hopefully the music blaring would drown his footsteps out some. See he’d come up with a plan the second he’d heard about Ember -who was definitely a ghost- throwing a concert near by Amity, she was known for her voice and guess who else also had a powerful voice? That asshole Danny. So he figured that if he could get a good recording of her voice without being distorted by a microphone through an ecto-vocal vibrations absorption meter, he could then compare it to a reading from Fenton and maybe layer it to pick up that stupid wail of his. Proper proof. And he could get more info on a ghost that parades around the human world pretending to be human. Expose the dead singer too.

Poking his head around the slight door opening and aims the device at the singer, good she’s gabbing away, to herself or someone else he doesn’t care. “Franx even got a new drum set and reprinted sticks, the crowd’s going to love the-”; and bam he cranks the device making her choke a little… and then she practically kicks over the privacy screen -fully dressed at least- and glares murderously at the door attempting and failing to verbally snap at him.

Alright… he hadn’t meant to straight up take her voice! He blames Danny for this and whatever is about to happen to him!

And then Danny pulls him through the damn wall, what is he doing here! And in his startlement one Wes Weston accidentally hits the expel button right at Danny.

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Danny blinks down at mother fucking Wes oh that little asshole holy shit who just did… something? to him and who had just stolen Ember’s voice or something. Who steals someone’s voice before they’re supposed to sing at a concert?!? The fuck is wrong with this guy! The fact that both him and Ember’s ecto-fields flair for a beat before disappearing again is ominous as fuck though.

“Tͭhͪeͤ f̾uͧcͨk̾ dͩiͥdͩ y̾oͦuͧ dͩoͦ, Weͤs̾? Whͪy̾ aͣrͬeͤ y̾oͦuͧ eͤv̾eͤn̾ hͪeͤrͬeͤ?!”, then blinking, why the fuck did he just speak with a goddamn harmony and bass boosted? And then a ghost emoji-shaped guitar appears in the air with a little poof and smashes him on his head; it had some concerningly familiar dials.

Ember blinks, balls her fists, and glares even more murderously, loudly snapping, “how DARE YOU MESS WITH MY POWERS!”, said snapping promptly turning into a ghostly wail that fucking obliterates the door and knocks Wes backwards. Danny scrambling over and slapping a hand over her mouth.

Wes is now unconscious… and the device thing he must have used on them is smashed to bits. Ah shit.

Danny takes a bit of a breath, “Iͥ’mͫ g̾oͦiͥn̾g̾ tͭoͦ k̾iͥl̾l̾ hͪiͥmͫ”, fuck his voice sounded weird. Ember grumbling, quietly, “do it”, and yet there’s still a slightly wail style shaking to her voice.

Danny eyes her, a bit fucking miffed actually, “whͪy̾ cͨaͣn̾ y̾oͦuͧ aͣcͨtͭiͥv̾aͣtͭeͤ mͫy̾ waͣiͥl̾ b𞀓eͤtͭtͭeͤrͬ tͭhͪaͣn̾ Iͥ cͨaͣn̾. Tͭhͪaͣtͭ mͫoͦtͭhͪeͤrͬf̾uͧcͨk̾eͤrͬ s̾waͣppeͤdͩ oͦuͧrͬ v̾oͦcͨaͣl̾ poͦweͤrͬs̾ oͦrͬ s̾oͦmͫeͤ s̾hͪiͥtͭ. Hͪoͦw dͩoͦ Iͥ mͫaͣk̾eͤ mͫy̾ v̾oͦiͥcͨeͤ s̾tͭoͦp dͩoͦiͥn̾g̾ tͭhͪiͥs̾”.

But she just starts snickering before falling to her knees and laughing into her hands, tearing up a little form laughing too hard. Which juts results in Danny bending over laughing too. Eventually she gets a hold over herself a little, whisper talking, “I’m- I'm vocally trained to throw my voice, makes it too easy”, touching her throat and sitting up straight, “I can tell it’ll tear up my throat though”, and glares at Danny, “I need my throat”.

Danny cringes a little, “y̾eͤaͣhͪ iͥtͭ k̾iͥn̾dͩ oͦf̾ s̾uͧcͨk̾s̾”, and then points at his mouth. She rolls her eyes at him, “your vocal control is too shit to stop”. He flips her off before walking over to the thingy Wes had and picking up the bits, “tͭhͪiͥs̾ iͥs̾ tͭrͬaͣs̾hͪ”.

She pushes herself to stand up, putting a hand on her hips and walking over, looking down at the unconscious boy, “think he can fix it”.

“Iͥ s̾eͤrͬiͥoͦuͧs̾l̾y̾ dͩoͦuͧb𞀓tͭ tͭhͪaͣtͭ”. This thing was clearly Fenton-style tech with mild modifications, Wes was a jock not a nerd.

“Great”. She goes a little wide-eyed and turns to Danny, “crap, my show. There’s no way I can sing with this shit”, and points at her mouth. Danny chuckling, “y̾eͤaͣhͪ y̾oͦuͧ’dͩ p𞀐rͬoͦb𞀓aͣb𞀓l̾y̾ dͩeͤs̾tͭrͬoͦy̾ tͭhͪeͤ f̾uͧcͨk̾iͥn̾g̾ v̾eͤn̾uͧeͤ aͣn̾dͩ mͫaͣy̾b𞀓eͤ k̾iͥl̾l̾ eͤv̾eͤrͬy̾oͦn̾eͤ iͥn̾ iͥtͭ”. Danny watching her begin to smirk at him, she then eyes her closet, smirk pinching in a bit of a laugh, and going back to eyeing him. Danny grimaces, “tͭeͤl̾l̾ mͫeͤ y̾oͦuͧ’rͬeͤ n̾oͦtͭ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾iͥn̾g̾ w𞀞hͪaͣtͭ Iͥ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾ y̾oͦuͧ’rͬeͤ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾iͥn̾g̾”. She starts actively laughing with her mouth closed. Danny groans, “Iͥ aͣmͫ n̾oͦtͭ cͨrͬoͦs̾s̾ dͩrͬeͤs̾s̾iͥn̾g̾ aͣn̾dͩ p𞀐rͬeͤtͭeͤn̾dͩiͥn̾g̾ tͭoͦ b𞀓eͤ y̾oͦuͧ”, gesturing at his hips while she starts openly laughing and making the room shake a little from the bit of wail in her laugh, “Iͥ dͩoͦn̾’tͭ eͤv̾eͤn̾ hͪaͣv̾eͤ tͭhͪeͤ hͪiͥp𞀐s̾ f̾oͦrͬ iͥtͭ!”.

She puts a hand on her knees, waving him off with the other, “no, no. Be- hahaha. Be an opening act you dummy. Oh Ancients”.

Okay yeah that was probably a better idea, this way he doesn’t have to pretend to have boobs… again. “W𞀞eͤl̾l̾ w𞀞hͪaͣtͭ aͣmͫ Iͥ s̾uͧp𞀐p𞀐oͦs̾eͤdͩ tͭoͦ s̾iͥn̾g̾?! Iͥ s̾eͤrͬiͥoͦuͧs̾l̾y̾ dͩoͦuͧb𞀓tͭ w𞀞eͤ cͨaͣn̾ j̾uͧs̾tͭ s̾p𞀐eͤeͤdͩ w𞀞rͬiͥtͭeͤ s̾oͦmͫeͤ s̾oͦn̾g̾s̾ aͣn̾dͩ aͣcͨtͭuͧaͣl̾l̾y̾ hͪaͣv̾eͤ tͭhͪaͣtͭ n̾oͦtͭ s̾uͧcͨk̾”, rubbing his neck, “Iͥ mͫeͤaͣn̾, Iͥ’v̾eͤ b𞀓eͤeͤn̾ rͬeͤaͣl̾l̾y̾ iͥn̾tͭoͦ v̾oͦcͨaͣl̾oͦiͥdͩ l̾aͣtͭeͤl̾y̾ s̾oͦ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ j̾uͧs̾tͭ dͩoͦ tͭhͪaͣtͭ s̾hͪiͥtͭ”.

Ember grumbles a little, pacing, “I’ll have to put out a little heads up that these songs aren’t original so no one thinks I’m endorsing music theft, but it would be better than trying to write something original in minutes”, turning and crossing her arms down at Wes, “and I’ll get this asshole to help me fix his fuck up”.

“Eͤhͪ dͩoͦn̾’tͭ tͭrͬy̾ tͭoͦ rͬaͣtͭiͥoͦn̾ w𞀞iͥtͭhͪ W𞀞eͤs̾, hͪeͤ’s̾ l̾iͥk̾eͤ s̾hͪoͦeͤs̾ tͭrͬy̾iͥn̾g̾ tͭoͦ f̾iͥl̾l̾ aͣ l̾iͥg̾hͪtͭb𞀓uͧl̾b𞀓”.

She gives him a weird look, “just find something in my closet, I’m sure something will work on you”. Danny groans but wanders over to the privacy screen as he’s told, while Ember starts kicking the unconscious boy.

Wes wakes up with a jerk, flailing, but Ember smacks him before he can say anything. He’s slightly confused by her whispering, “you’re with me and fixing this shit, you little jackass. Or I’ll talk louder and vibrate all your bones”.

Wes puts his hands up, “hey! This wasn’t the goal!”, pointing one hand towards where Danny used to be, “blame Fenton, if he wasn’t hiding his shit-”.

“Oͦhͪ g̾oͦ eͤaͣtͭ s̾oͦcͨk̾s̾, W𞀞eͤs̾!”. Danny popping out from behind the screen, his pants might be too tight but he can live with it but at least the half sleeve dress shirt actually fucking fits. Looking to Ember, “hͪoͦw𞀞 dͩoͦ y̾oͦuͧ hͪaͣv̾eͤ eͤv̾eͤn̾ mͫoͦrͬeͤ s̾p𞀐iͥk̾eͤdͩ cͨhͪoͦk̾eͤrͬs̾ tͭhͪaͣn̾ b𞀓eͤf̾oͦrͬeͤ”. He went with one that has a giant foot long red cross hanging from it.

She eyes him, nods and grabs up all the pieces of the broken thingy, shoving them at Wes, “you’re putting that back together, or else. I should get my manager to fucking fine you”, moving to grab some wiring and chucking it violently at the basketball player/wannabe sleuth.

Wes gesturing at Danny, “he’s the Fenton! Make him do it!”. Which Danny absolutely throws a spiked collar at him for, “f̾uͧcͨk̾ oͦf̾f̾, y̾oͦuͧ cͨaͣuͧs̾eͤdͩ tͭhͪiͥs̾ aͣn̾dͩ cͨaͣn̾ y̾oͦuͧ s̾iͥn̾g̾? Iͥ tͭhͪiͥn̾k̾ tͭhͪeͤ f̾uͧcͨk̾ n̾oͦtͭ”, gesturing at Ember, “s̾hͪeͤ cͨaͣn̾’tͭ g̾oͦ oͦn̾ s̾tͭaͣg̾eͤ, aͣn̾dͩ Iͥ dͩoͦ aͣcͨtͭuͧaͣl̾l̾y̾ k̾n̾oͦw𞀞 hͪoͦw𞀞 tͭoͦ s̾iͥn̾g̾ cͨoͦmͫb𞀓iͥn̾eͤdͩ w𞀞iͥtͭhͪ b𞀓aͣs̾iͥcͨaͣl̾l̾y̾ g̾eͤtͭtͭiͥn̾g̾ hͪeͤrͬ f̾aͣn̾cͨy̾ eͤcͨtͭoͦ-iͥn̾f̾uͧs̾eͤdͩ s̾iͥn̾g̾iͥn̾g̾ aͣb𞀓iͥl̾iͥtͭiͥeͤs̾, f̾uͧcͨk̾ y̾oͦuͧ v̾eͤrͬy̾ mͫuͧcͨhͪ, Iͥ cͨaͣn̾ p𞀐rͬoͦb𞀓aͣb𞀓l̾y̾ p𞀐uͧl̾l̾ iͥtͭ oͦf̾f̾ w𞀞hͪiͥl̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ f̾iͥxͯ y̾oͦuͧrͬ oͦw𞀞n̾ f̾uͧcͨk̾ uͧp𞀐”. Wes just grumbles incoherently, though some of was clearly him vaguely saying Danny couldn’t sing.

Ember scowls at the boy then walks over to look over Danny and start drawing ‘evil eyeliner’ on his face, “acceptable, slap on some wrist guards and scrunchie leg warmers-”.

“W𞀞hͪoͦ w𞀞eͤaͣrͬs̾ l̾eͤg̾ w𞀞aͣrͬmͫeͤrͬs̾ aͣn̾y̾mͫoͦrͬeͤ?”.

“I do and you’re representing me, scrunchie leg warmers”. While Danny sags a little she uses some intangibility to just slap them on and starts fucking with his black hair to spike it, “figured out songs yet?”.

Wes is just slapping pieces together with little to no success grumbling, “freaking fuck god- fuck this- stupid damn. Oh fuck me. Stupid damn Fenton oh my goddamn. Gah. The fuck is- why in ass- I just wanna break that. Zone why. Stupid- ugh”.

Danny rubs his neck, “w𞀞eͤl̾l̾ Iͥ cͨaͣn̾ dͩoͦ N̾eͤv̾eͤrͬ S̾tͭoͦp𞀐 b𞀓y̾ V̾n̾aͣn̾eͤP𞀐 aͣn̾dͩ b𞀓aͣs̾iͥcͨaͣl̾l̾y̾ eͤv̾eͤrͬy̾ s̾oͦn̾g̾ b𞀓y̾ Aͣtͭhͪeͤn̾aͣ Z̾ oͦf̾f̾ b𞀓y̾ hͪeͤaͣrͬtͭ, p𞀐l̾uͧs̾ Rͬiͥs̾eͤ iͥs̾ v̾eͤrͬy̾ Rͬeͤmͫeͤmͫb𞀓eͤrͬ eͤs̾cͨiͥeͤ. Mͫaͣy̾b𞀓eͤ w𞀞hͪeͤn̾ W𞀞eͤs̾ f̾iͥg̾uͧrͬeͤs̾ hͪiͥs̾ s̾tͭuͧp𞀐iͥdͩ s̾hͪiͥtͭ oͦuͧtͭ, y̾eͤaͣhͪ f̾uͧcͨk̾ y̾oͦuͧ k̾iͥdͩ, y̾oͦuͧ cͨaͣn̾ cͨoͦmͫeͤb𞀓aͣcͨk̾ oͦn̾ s̾tͭaͣg̾eͤ tͭoͦ, l̾iͥk̾eͤ, Iͥ dͩoͦn̾’tͭ f̾uͧcͨk̾iͥn̾g̾ k̾n̾oͦw𞀞 aͣ dͩuͧeͤtͭ oͦf̾ G̾iͥf̾tͭeͤdͩ b𞀓y̾ Aͣtͭhͪeͤn̾aͣ Z̾?”.

She hums, “I’ve heard that one and it’s not actually a shit idea, good for you, you didn’t fail”, grabbing him by the wrist and stalking out of the room, pointing at Wes, “leave and I’ll haunt you”. The boy just scowls.

Her dragging Danny off to her manager, “okay look, some asshole just basically assaulted my throat and now my voice is fucked”, sticking a paper in the managers hands, “have the songs he’ll do and have an opening act”, and shoves Danny at her manager before storming off. If he fucked this up she’d tell Skulker when his next test is just so he can interrupt it.

Danny grins awkwardly at the less than impressed manager, “Iͥ cͨaͣn̾ s̾iͥn̾g̾”. She blinks at him, “you know what? I don’t care. Come with me”, and stalks off. Guess this is actually happening. The rest of the band all give him very pitying looks. “We’ll keep playing her hits for as long as we can, you do a song or two and hope she rescues you before you run out of material”.

Oh wow, everyone has so much hope in him. Not.

---

Wes jerks a little bit when Ember comes back, muttering a quiet, “fuck”, and slightly breaking a piece more broken than it already was. Sticking out a hand, “since y’all are making me your bitch, hand me some kind of I don’t fucking know soldering stuff”.

She sneers, “do you even know how to use that stuff”; but does hand the stuff over while he just glares at her. “You have ten minutes, stalker”.

“TEN MINUTES! I am not a damn miracle worker and I didn’t even build this thing in the first place”.

“You have all the parts so dance, bitch, dance”.

The teen goes back to grumbling about ‘stupid fucking Danny’ this and ‘why is my luck such shit’ that. As far as Ember was concerned this was entirely the boys fault and he had no room to complain about anything at all. At least it sounded like they were still playing her prerecorded music and Phantom wasn’t being just shoved straight into the spot light. And at least she didn’t have to worry about the royal ass getting stage fright or some shit.

“And now please welcome an sudden line up change, since there’s never a dull moment at The Union Hall concert station, enjoy your opening act of Vocaloid in real life!”.

Oh looks like she thought too fucking soon. Smacking the kid over the head, “hurry the fuck up”.

“I’m trying, I’m trying. Geez”.

“Then try harder, numb nuts”; she fires a small ecto-blast over his head and grumbles incoherently.

---

Was Danny happy about this? Fuck no. Could he do this though? Fuck yes. It’s incredibly obvious the crowd is a little not impressed but considering more than a couple people mutter ‘at least he’s hot’, he’s got something of a chance at least. Danny walking out with a wave and flipping off the crowd when some roll their eyes or walk further away from the stage to talk to friends or pick up chicks or get a drink, “am I what you came for? Hell no. But I don’t suck and if you don’t like it get a drink or something. And if you don’t like the drink?”, shrugging, “dump it on some assholes head or something, I don’t care”. That gets him some laughs and some people actually come back towards the stage. He spots at least two people buying a drink and just fucking dumping it on themselves. Nice. That’s Ember’s crowds for you… when she wasn’t mind controlling people anyways. Punks and goths and metal heads and the occasional raver; there was a couple of kandi kids even. “Everyone here loves Ember right?”, getting a fuck ton of cheers, “so everyone knows Remember right? Note if you say you don’t I’ll find something to hit you with”. That gets more cheering but one guy actually does say ‘I don’t’ and Danny throws a whole ass stained old curtain at him. “So I figured if do y’all a fuckin’ favour and start off with one pretty damn similar. Rise by Athena Z”. A heavy hitting synth keyboard and drum beat starting.

“🎶Have you🎶”

“🎶Felt like you were just uuused

Felt battered and abuuused

Your self perception bruuuuuised🎶”

And now he’s got their fucking attention, nice. Aka he wasn’t totally sucking at this and the mic was taking the whole weird ecto-voice thing and making it actually sound kind of vocaloid and not completely fucky. It was pretty awesome actually.

“🎶A slave🎶”

“🎶Confined in your own miiind

Hoping one day to leeeave

All the sorrow behiiiiiind🎶”

---

Wes blinks, “since when could he actually sing”. Ember smacking him, “just shut up and work, and no I will not leave this room to get you shit because I will get mobbed”, he just grumbles back, she does use some of her fire to stick a couple pieces together. Phantom was friends with her of course he could sing a little.

Danny walks around on the stage, making ‘I’m watching you’ gestures at the crowd.

“🎶Their eyes🎶”

“🎶Like daggers, stare you dooown

No amity arooound

Fade into the backgrooooound🎶”

“🎶Ho-ping🎶”

“🎶Just never to be seeeen

To never cause a sceeene

Internalized routiiiiine🎶”

---

Wes hands a piece off to the ghost girl, “okay that should maybe might, I don’t fucking know, fit in the slot for that other thingy over there?”.

Annnnnnnd it does in fact fit. Her holding it up, “I guess you don’t suck as much now, but you do still suck”. Wes just scowls. This. Was. Not. His. Fault! (Except it was though).

---

Danny doing that whole ‘get up and jump’ thing that’s supposed to hype up crowds. That’s what an openers supposed to do right? Hype up the fucking crowd.

“🎶RISE🎶”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶Do what you think is right

Dream of reaching new heights

Don't let it leave your siiiiight🎶 ”

A couple people at least whistle at him so he’s feeling pretty damn good about himself right about now. Too bad he doesn’t really have a chance to try to use the fucking guitar that’s just stuck to his damn back. Oh well.

“🎶 Cold , forgotten and alooone

The future lies unknooown

Like a disaster zooooone🎶”

“🎶 The, fear🎶”

“🎶And misery consuuume

The fire inside youuu

"Please, come to my rescuuuuue." 🎶”

---

Ember does actually have to sneak out to go get some damn water, why? because jackass fuck face set a bunch of shit on fire. Fucking moron. Sneaking over the rafters and eyeing Phantom a bit, he looked like he was doing a pretty solid job and actually having fun. Asshole. At least it seems like her band mates had the sense to give him one of her mics since her -currently his- voice really fucked up normal mics. Her pausing a little bit and smirking down at him, that Wes idiot could handle a little fire for a bit longer. (No he actually couldn’t, he was flailing a lot).

”🎶 It doesn't , have to be this waaay

The one who holds your faaate

Has been here all alooooong🎶”

“🎶Be-lieve🎶”

“🎶That you, too, can be strooong

This is where you belooong

Go, show them they were wrooooong!🎶”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶Do what you think is right

Dream of reaching new heights

Don't let it leave your siiiiight🎶 ”

Huh. Phantom was right this was kind of like Remember. Taking back power from those that had hurt you. Recognising that they had hurt you. Maybe it would have the same kind of effect then? The kind she always tries to have. That battered women and children would hear her and remember her and it would slap them with reality, with the need to leave or get help. Phantom had her power right now, so it very well could. He could be making another song a message and bacon for the battered to reach safety. Good. The less people who got killed by psycho ex’s like her the better.

Shaking herself off and booking it back to the vaguely on fire dressing room.

---

Did Danny notice Ember vaguely watching him? Absolutely. Did it rattle him a little bit? Maybe yeah. But fuck it there’s a chorus to do. Throwing his hands up.

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶Reach out and take control

Once more, make yourself whole

No one can take your souuuuul🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶No matter what it takes

Don't let it fall away

With everything at staaaaake🎶”

“🎶RISE🎶”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶And take back all they stole

And fill that empty hole

With passiooooon🎶”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎶And show them what you're worth

And make them fear your words

And get what they deseeeeerve🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶Do what you think is right

Dream of reaching new heights

Don't let it leave your siiiiight🎶 ”

“🎶RISE🎶 ”

“🎵Reach out and take control

Once more, make yourself whole

No one can take your souuuuul🎶 ”

“🎶So RISE🎶”

“🎶No matter what it takes

Don't let it fall away

With everything at staaaaake🎶”

And taking a bit of a bow, getting a pretty decent amount of cheering and even one or two people doing the whole ‘leaning over the railing and trying to reach out for him’ thing. This was almost like getting high and vaguely becoming a god. It would be super overwhelming if he was literally royalty.

---

Ember is throwing around the last bit of water, “he’s already a song down, hurry the fuck up”; at least the goddamn flames seem to be out… too bad she didn’t get Phantom’s ice instead.

“Hey! It’s at least half done! That’s impressive for someone who has never done this before”.

“Not my problem, shit for brains”.

---

Danny breaths heavy a bit, chest heaving, unlike Ember he had fucking lungs and wasn’t used to singing. Ancients fuck. Looking out at everybody, “so how was that, are you not amused?!?”. Chuckling intentionally into the mic over the cheering, “good because I’m never going to stop and this next one is Never Stop by VnaneP”. The music starting up, a pop-y and hard n’ fast electronic beat filling the room. Danny probably could have dragged that out more but fuck, he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say to do that shit.

"🎶To beeee a nobody like meee

Who’s willing to do anything

And everything to be somethinggggg

And I, am truly fearless of the fall

I’ll do it all, I know I got it in me

So come along and seeeeee!🎶”

“🎶Hate🎶”

“🎶the game I’m playing?🎶”

“🎶Love🎶”

“🎶the way that I am re-vel-ling

In this universe that I’m making?🎶”

“🎶Rise🎶”

“🎶and join the party!🎶”

“🎶Fall🎶”

“🎶for every charming thing about me!

Never ending, never ending...🎶”

“🎶Goooing, goooooing...

She's already goooooone

And hiiiigher she riiiises

Harder she will fall!🎶”

---

Ember’s halfway under a desk, trying to get a piece that had apparently rolled under one of the tables when she accidentally wailed the stupid device into oblivion. Chucking the piece at the boy, “there, happy?”.

He huffs, “yes”, and sticks it in the thing, “now I think? There’s supposed to be some kind of blue glowing stick?”.

Ember glares, “you mean the thing I’m pretty sure flew into some rando’s glass? Goddamnit”. The bar tenders in this place had horrible timing.

---

Spotting Ember scrabbling behind the bar, giving him a blatantly nervous thumbs up as she does so, is frankly very concerning. Oh well. Pointing at his face as he continues.

“🎶Fortune and fame have my name

Written in my very fate

Nobody can get in my way!

All lights on me, can’t you see

All that I’m becoming?

It’s all in my personalityyyyyyy!🎶”

Making cheering and ‘jump the fuck up’ motions.

“🎶Never shall I grow tired oooooof

Every bit of love given to meee

‘Cause fortune and fame have my name

In the stars above

And I’ll never stop until I have it allll!

NEVER STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP

I'll never stop, stooooop~🎶“

Quiet a few people who had struggled to save their spots in the front had hanging open jaws and giddy expressions, immediately nodding to each other that this random boy was fucking damn good. There’s was a mild circle pit going. Danny was somewhat known for his voice or more so his witty smart ass mouth, but singing was a new one and it was kinda cool not sucking at it; Ember might be able to convince him to do this again.

---

Ember practically had to monkey crawl over the bar, Phantom moving around more on stage is something she’s going to just assume he’s doing to keep as much attention on himself as possible. Which fit with this song, which why the fuck? This almost sounded like he was trying to insult her?

Glaring at him singing more from her spot behind the bar.

“🎶To be a somebody like meee

Almighty with my following, A miracle that’s meant to beee

But nooow, it’s all become a falsity, they love to see

Willing to bend to my will, Just like a deityyyy🎶”

Yeah that boy was a dick. Whatever. At least she found the blue vial thing, which they thankfully hadn’t emptied out but did put in with the ice packs? Humans were weird. Either way she scurried back.

---

Danny has no clue why Ember's flipping him off as she leaves back into the back with a blue… thing? he’s not going to ask. Not that he even can right now.

“🎶Hate🎶”

“🎶the game I’m playing?🎶”

“🎶Love🎶”

“🎶the way I’m taking ev-ery-thing

And making it the way I want it?🎶”

“🎶Rise🎶”

“🎶and join the party!🎶”

“🎶Fall🎶”

“🎶for every charming thing about meee!

Never ending, never ending...🎶”

Standing on the speaker things and gesturing out to the crowd, some people actually goddamn joining in. Maybe more places should look into having vocaloid? People seemed to love it.

“🎶Goooing, goooooing...

She's already goooooone

And hiiiigher she riiiises

Harder she will fall!🎶”

“🎶Fortune and fame have my name

Written in my very fate

Nobody can get in my way!

All lights on me, can’t you see

All that I’m becoming?

It’s all in my personalityyyy!🎶”

---

Wes actually grins, feeling pretty accomplished with himself, when the thing legit powers on. He was sweaty and his fingers hurt but the thing worked. Maybe he should try his hand at making his own tech? Ember snapping, “well?”, brings him out of his mild fantasies. Rolling his eyes at her, “it powers on, does it work? No clue”, and points it at her while making a grumpy ugly ‘well?’ face.

She eyes the machine, “fine. I can’t keep his stupid wail”; she wasn’t going to give up singing, never. Especially not because of some boy:

Wes fires the machine at her.

---

Danny’s starting to get just slightly worried, he could absolutely whip out something like Dog Walk by Creep-P or Saddy Daddy-o by Artimus Wolz or even Rotary Dial by GHOST but those were a completely different vibe and the manager lady would have no damn warning. For now all he can do is keep going and hope Wes gets his goddamn act together and that Ember doesn’t fucking kill anyone or literally bring down the house.

“🎶Never shall I grow tired of

Every bit of love given to meee

‘Cause fortune and fame have my name

In the stars above

And I’ll never stop until I have it allll!

NEVER~🎶”

Fuck this was legit tiring though.

“🎶The fame, has all gone to her head

It’s really quite a dread, All that she’s gonna lose, in the end

As she hits her descent

She might not even stop until she winds up deeeeeeaaad!🎶”

“🎶Fortune and fame have my name

Written in my very fate

Nobody can get in my way!

All lights on me, can’t you see

All that I’m becoming?

It’s all in my personalityyyyy!🎶”

---

Ember grins at the sensation of a ridiculously overwhelming amount of power perpetually building in her chest and throat disappearing. She gives the ginger fuckface a thumbs up, since she can’t fucking speak again, and grabs his arm; dragging him and his stupid device out of the dressing room and booking it towards the actual concert area.

“🎶Never shall I grow tired oooof

Every bit of love given to meee

‘Caaauuuuse fortune and fame have my name, In the stars above

And I’ll never stop until I have it alllll!🎶”

Ember smirks, nodding at Wes who shrugs and fires the thing from the rafters at Danny. Who staggers but doesn’t lose his tune, if anyone noticed they’re too busy enjoying themselves to notice… or they’re not sober enough to notice; the lights hiding his glaring ecto-field.

“🎶NEVER STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP

I'll never stop, stooooop

NEVER STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP, STOOOOOP

I'll never stop, stooooop🎶”

Danny side-eyes the punk ghost as she manages to get on stage, thank fuck. Nodding to himself and stepping forwards, “now let me give you all one more gift! Gifted by Athena Z!”. He gets a couple of laughs out of that one. A little piano tapping beat starts up again, like someone tapping their foot on the ground but higher pitched.

“🎶It's not fair when

You make it look so eeeasy

Like wor-king magic

I just can't seem to understand it🎶”

“🎶AAAlways top-class

Forever in the a-team

Still, aaalways smiling

An angel sent down from the heavens🎶”

“🎶Nooo need try-ing

To get what you des-ire

The chips have faaallen

But why are they all on your side?🎶”

“🎶Muuusic, sci-ence, math, art, fashion, designing

How can one person

Have all, this, ta-lent?🎶”

“🎶Wish I could be just like you🎶”

“🎶Gift-ed ta-lent

It all comes so easily

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you

Gift-ed ta-lent

Excelling at everything

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you🎶”

Ember grinning to herself and bolting out just as the next bit comes up, picking up the song, Danny grinning and stepping back. The crowd absolutely losses it and charges the railing, screaming/cheering as Ember sings.

“🎶Looove you, haaate you

It wouldn't make a difference

A god-gifted bleeessing

A perfect boxcar on your roll🎶”

“🎶Hooow does it feel?

Life wrapped around your fin-ger

No neeeed to worry

Never being a disappointment🎶”

“🎶Thooose around you

Think you're an inspiiiration

But waaas it hard work?

Or lady luck just playing favorites?🎶”

“🎶Maybe i'm jeeealous

You're perfect in every way

It's not fair but i'm

Never gonna give up🎶”

“🎶Gift-ed ta-lent

It all comes so easily

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you

Gift-ed ta-lent

Excelling at everything

Gift-ed ta-lent

Wish I could be just like you🎶”

Danny stepping back up and the two singing together.

“🎶G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Cͨhͪaͣn̾cͨeͤ oͦn̾eͤ iͥn̾ aͣ biͥl̾l̾iͥoͦoͦoͦn̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Waͣs̾tͭeͤdͩ oͦn̾ aͣ s̾iͥmͫpl̾eͤ s̾oͦuͧuͧuͧl̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ🎶”

The two swapping parts line by line, while Wes lays down up in the rafters flipping them off tiredly. He fucking hates Danny.

“🎶Even if I work haaarder🎶”

“🎶Even if I study loooonger🎶”

“🎶You will always be there🎶”

“🎶A step aheeeaaad🎶”

“🎶Even if I bleed faaaster🎶”

“🎶Even if I sing truuuer🎶

“🎶You will always be there🎶”

“🎶Tooo dooo iiit beeetteeer🎶”

Then singing together again and dancing around each other; this song legit actually for them well. Danny bled better and she sang better, no matter what.

“🎶G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Iͥtͭ aͣl̾l̾ cͨoͦmͫeͤs̾ s̾oͦ eͤaͣs̾iͥl̾y̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Eͤxͯcͨeͤl̾l̾iͥn̾g̾ aͣtͭ eͤv̾eͤrͬy̾tͭhͪiͥiͥiͥn̾g̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ🎶”

“🎶G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Cͨhͪaͣn̾cͨeͤ oͦn̾eͤ iͥn̾ aͣ b𞀓iͥl̾l̾iͥoͦoͦoͦn̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Waͣs̾tͭeͤdͩ oͦn̾ aͣ s̾iͥmͫpl̾eͤ s̾oͦuͧuͧuͧl̾

G̾iͥf̾tͭ-eͤdͩ tͭaͣ-l̾eͤn̾tͭ

Wiͥs̾hͪ Iͥ cͨoͦuͧl̾dͩ beͤ j̾uͧs̾tͭ l̾iͥk̾eͤ y̾oͦuͧ🎶”

Danny jumps back quickly, properly letting Ember take the stage, her shouting, “wasn't that a nice little taste before the big show!”, the crowd cheering like crazy, “but you know you’ll always remember the star of the show! Yeah!”; and a heavy drum and guitar beat starts up.

“🎶Ooooooooohhhh!🎶”

“🎶It was, it was Septeeeembeeer

Wind blooows, and deeeaad leaves faaaaall🎶”

“🎶Tooooo you, I did suuuurrendeeeer

Two weeks, you didn't caaaall

Your liiife goes on withouuuut me

My life, a losiiing game

But you shouuuld, you should nooot douuubt meeee

You will remember my name!🎶”

“🎶Ohhhhh, EEEEmbeeeer, you will reeemembeeer!🎶”

At least now Danny’s got an excuse to use the guitar and basically be her back up; not a chance in hell they could be friends without him knowing how to play what was basically her goddamn theme song. And then after? Yeah Danny’d be getting a fucking drink, finding Wes and pelting him with bar limes. (Wes did not have the sense to flee and as such did, in fact, get pelted by bar limes; the manager chose to ignore the ‘assault’ as the boy called it and did not call the cops/kick Danny out).

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Lancer sighs, seeing an email come in from Daniel. Shakespear knows what this’ll be about. He’s not too surprised it starts with ‘so I won’t be handing in my homework…’ Lancer probably had around fifty-nine emails from the boy starting with that exact same line word for word. The video link is new though… the video link to Daniel opening in concert for Ember McLain???

Lancerhas a lot of questions with absolutely no expectation for any of them to get answered. Definitely up there as one of the odder ‘excuses’ he’s gotten from the boy; at least there’s proof. Well… he’s certainly proud, Daniel was pretty good and he went with songs that weren’t lyrically vapid. What kind of English teacher with a love for theatrics and poetry would he be if he didn’t support this? A poor one. So Lancer‘s reply is a very supportive one, and a thank you for the heads up about his homework.

End.

Prompts: danny somehow swaps powers with someone else and they have to work together to get back to normal and Wes decides to investigate one of Danny's rogues and There was a good reason Ember was determined to be remembered and Danny has given Mr Lancer many, many odd excuses for undone homework over the years. Turns out some of 'em were true.

#Danny Phantom #phandom #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #danny fenton #ember #wes #singing #power mishaps #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker #gothmoth

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 1 year

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15 Tags 15 Mutuals

Tagged by @bloodlessheirbyjacques

Ty! ❤️

I'll go ahead and do Becks. She's easily the one that's on my mind the most rn.

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1. Are you named after anyone?

Pretty sure I was named after a plant. But my current name, no. It was chosen for me and then I chopped it up so it could be used either by me or my partner.

2. When was the last time you cried?

It depends. I cried when my girlfriend showed back up. Well. I teared up. Happy tears. She wasn't...there wasn't anything wrong. She's just been gone for a few weeks and I've...there's been a lot going on and I missed her.

If you mean cry cry...I had a vampiric-induced nightmare. Woke up and called my boyfriend and cried when he answered the phone because it was proof he hadn't packed up his things and left me.

3. Do you have kids?

Two. One that I birthed. That was...interesting. Neither one of them can seem to control their magic very well. It's easier with the older one, Lily, as she understands the context of her magic. My younger one is...uhm...Well let's put it this way. Lily just pulled free of a lock on her magic and has spent the last hundred or so years with barely any access and therefore barely any control. But she's learning. Misolis was born about...what, five or six months ago? Already looks somewhere between three and four. She just created four mud frogs and a mud snake and brought them to life, all using her magic, and is in the process of teaching the other little ones despite having barely any control of her own. She sort of listens to me and her da, is already finding and working loopholes to win arguments, and somehow believes that I lie and her da is incapable of the same...which would make you laugh if you knew us. She's got her own version of the world and can't be argued out of it once she's got an idea. She's...*sigh*...She's quite a little tornado of events.

But again...if you knew what family she came from, none of this would exactly be a surprise. Well. It would be but it wouldn't be.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Me? No. I never do. Why on earth would I use sarcasm. It's not like it's hilarious in the right context and sometimes the only way to answer stupid questions. But no. Not me. I'm not sarcastic at all.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their magic. Or life signature. Body language tells me a lot. I guess the real answer about the first thing I notice about people is how many secrets they think they can keep from me.

6. What's your eye colour?

...Brown? Maybe black. I don't know. Is it important?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Seeing as how my life could be classified as a scary movie sometimes, I prefer happy endings.

8. Any special interests?

Mm. Define special. I used to be a PI and buried myself in the work so hard I barely had time for anything else. My interests back then were things like body language, minor facial expressions, and anything else that furthered my line of work. I did like to hunt.

But now that I'm...here...I've picked up the guitar again and have been thinking about going electric. Otherwise I'm...still trying to figure it out.

9. Where were you born?

In a forest. Where were you born?

10. What are your hobbies?

I suppose thinking of the consequences of my daughter's unleashed magic doesn't count.

I've been working a lot of magical theory lately and carving wood pieces. Thought about pursuing dancing or playing guitar again, like I said. But like I also said, I'm still...working on it.

11. Do you have any pets?

Does a magically-created mud-moss-vine equine-ish creature count?

If not, then no. Although I did have an actual horse back in the 1800s. He was a sweetheart.

...what's with the lo- Oh. The collar. That's uh...that's not for a pet. Next question.

12. What sports do you play / have played?

I used to run. A lot.

...

But I don't think that's what you meant.

13. How tall are you?

Tall as I want to be.

14. Favourite subject in school?

I...Uh...I didn't exactly have...'school'. Grew up in a forest around the mid...or maybe late...1500s and spend most of my time with my mother. Who was a sprite. Sprite children are born knowing what they need to know, so sprites don't exactly understand this idea of 'school'. My father taught me what I'd need to know if I was to pass as human, but most of the things I remember were magically-oriented.

...I suppose I enjoyed reading and writing. Not that it helped much after I left. He taught me what he knew, which didn't include English, Spanish, or any of the other places I wound up in. Although I did have music lessons once I got to Spain and those were good days.

15. Dream Job

I don't actually know. I've had a lot of things I've done over the years. Mostly to survive. A few of them were jobs. Never really stopped to dream. Never really risked it, if I'm honest. Well, no. When I was younger I didn't dream of jobs. I didn't know what a job was. By the time I was old enough to have learned the concept, I was beyond the point of dreaming for anything beyond the next sunrise. Then I believed dreams were a poison only the young and foolish were dumb enough to drink.

Now, though...

If I had a dream it would be being allowed to be a mother, girlfriend, and friend in peace and to see those I love happy and safe.

Pretty sure that's not a job. Feels like a job to help keep us safe, though.

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No pressure tags!

@sleepyowlwrites/@knmartinshouldbewriting/@concealeddarkness13/@pens-swords-stuff/@pen-of-roses/@magic-is-something-we-create/@mjjune/@vacantgodling/@ryns-ramblings/and open tag for the rest!

#15 tags 15 mutuals #tag games #writeblr #Becks

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missywritesfor7 · 8 months

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 50: Love ||

It’s said when a person is about to die their entire life flashes before their eyes.

Every smile and every tear comes flashing by. Every good deed and bad. Every accomplishment and every failure. A montage of the life being left behind. The segue from one chapter of existence to the next.

Jungkook had always loved trying new things ever since he was younger. He participated in whatever activity caught his eye at the time. Not only that but he always aced everything he tried. He bested all of the other kids in his Taekwondo class in elementary. His works would always attract the most attention when he was in art club. He even blew everyone away with his acting the one time he tried theater when he was in high school.

Everything he did came with the praise of so many people. His mother would treat him to anything he wanted and tell him how proud she is. Complete strangers would pay for his meals or buy him gifts because they were happy about whatever he happened to accomplish that week. His brother would take over his chores for a few days whenever he broke another record, and even Jin would show him mercy from the usual mischief at times.

Jungkook has always been surrounded by people who always showed him so much love and support. Everyone in the kingdom has done so at one time or another. Everyone except him.

For every accomplishment Jungkook added to his resume, there was Minseok pointing out every flaw he could think of. For every moment Jungkook smiled, Minseok found a hundred moments to make him frown. All Jungkook wanted was a father. A real father like his friends had. A father he would be happy to look up to, not be forced to look up to. A father that would teach him about love and relationships. A father who would talk him through his first real break up, not belittling him for having a girlfriend in the first place. A father who would encourage him to be whoever he wants to be, not a ventriloquist dead set on controlling his every move.

Over 300 years of Jungkook trying to be the best ever. Centuries of making every passerby proud, but not his father. He could still be happy with the support of everyone else, but for whatever reason he still wanted Minseok’s approval. He never knew why, he hardly questioned why until recently. He just felt like that was something he had to have. Something to have as proof that he’s truly accomplished something in his life. If he’s supposed to look up to his father then of course he would want his approval.

But he never got it.

Black belt in more than one concentration. Straight A’s. Youngest to ever get a gun license. Youngest to become the highest ranking shield in the royal guard. Winner of many talent shows thanks to his remarkable voice and crowd pleasing charm. Youngest and only one of three recipients of the Korealis Medal of Honor.

The Medal of fucking Honor.

It’s clear that nothing would ever satisfy Minseok. Knowing his end goal was for Jungkook to become king, there’s no way anything else would be enough. Not even for a pretend pat on the back.

300 years trying to please the most disgraced man in the kingdom. 300 years trying to please someone who was a traitor before he was even born. 300 years wishing he’d have a real father someday.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut for a second. His hand is gripping the doorknob to Minseok’s hospital room. He knows once he walks through that door that it will be the end. The end of everything between him and Minseok. The end between Luna and Minseok. The end between his mother and Minseok. The end between Minseok and the kingdom he tried to steal. The end.

He takes a deep grounding breath and finally opens the door. Minseok is laying in the hospital bed hooked to a single IV line. Jungkook is frozen a moment as he takes in the sight. He’s never seen Minseok look so weak and helpless before. He can hardly even recognize him with how frail and brittle he looks. It looks like nearly all of his life has been drained out of him and he’s left as nothing but a wrinkled shell of someone who’s worth no more than a handful of rocks.

“Jungkook,” Minseok strains to say. “Is that you?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says stepping closer. “It’s me.”

“You came?” He tries opening his eyes wider but it’s still hard for him to see. Thanks to the spell Sunyoung put on him, his vision has been getting fuzzier each day.

“Yeah.” He approaches the side of the bed and takes a closer look at Minseok’s condition. “I heard you weren’t doing well.”

“I had been trying to reach you. Where have you been?” Even with his voice hoarse and nearly a whisper, he still manages to sound angry, whether intentional or not.

“With Luna.”

“Luna?”

“And mom.”

“Sunyoung?” Just the feeling of her name rolling off of his tongue makes Minseok cringe. “She did this.”

“Did what?” Jungkook tilts his head playing dumb.

“I know she did this. I know she used one of her spells to kill me.” He tries to shout but his voice can’t seem to get above a whisper.

“That doesn’t sound like something mom would do.”

“Look, I-“

“I want to ask you something,” Jungkook interrupts. “What moment made you most proud of me?”

“What?” Minseok asks confused by the suddenly random question.

“I’ve done a lot in my life. I’m just wondering which moment made you the most proud of me.” Jungkook’s face is expressionless as he stares down at the pitiful state of the one person he’s ever truly hated in his life.

“Jungkook,” Minseok coughs. “I’m not sure what you’re asking.”

“Pride.” He gently takes Minseok’s hand in his. “You know what that is. Pride. When have you felt it for me? What’s the one moment that made you the proudest father in the universe?”

“Jungkook, you’ve done a lot of things-“

“Which one sticks in your mind?” He asks gently massaging Minseok’s hand as he awaits his answer.

“All of them. Jungkook what-“

“No, you can’t say all of them,” he objects rubbing Minseok’s hand a little harder. “You have to choose a moment. Was it when I became the youngest to get a gun license? Or was it when I finished school early? Or maybe when I got the Medal of Honor just recently?”

“I don’t know, Jung-“

“Pick one! When were you ever proud of me?!” Jungkook angrily digs his fingers into Minseok’s palm causing him to wince.

“Jungkook, l-l guess all of them,” he stutters as Jungkook feels like he’s nearly about to break his fingers. “The Medal of Honor,” Minseok finally spits out. “It was when you received the Medal of Honor.”

“Really?” Jungkook asks in a lighter tone, though his fingers are still about to put a hole through Minseok’s hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We’ve already talked about this Jungkook.” Minseok huffs weakly. “What is this about?”

“I thought maybe it would be nice to have a story to tell at your funeral.” Jungkook’s nails dig deeper into Minseok’s flesh. “One where I could say regardless of everything that’s happened there was still a time when I made my father proud.”

“What?” Minseok starts to feel the fear rising inside of him.

“When did I make you proud?” Jungkook asks again, this time raising the temperature in his hands that are still giving Minseok the deepest palm massage he’s ever endured. “When did I even make you a little bit happy? When in my entire life did you think I did a good fucking job?!”

Minseok looks at Jungkook in horror. He’s unable to say a word as he squirms under the pain Jungkook is burning into his hand.

“Jungkook, please.” Minseok begs trying to move his hand away, but Jungkook is much too strong. “We can talk about this.”

“You think after all of these years that I’ve begged you to be a good father, I would show up here now wanting to talk?” Jungkook asks. “It’s far too late for us to talk now.”

“It’s not too late,” Minseok pleads.

“It was already too late when mom got to you.” He raises his temperature more and Minseok hisses at the burning pain.

“Is that why you’re here? To finish me off for her?”

“No,” Jungkook chuckles. “She doesn’t need my help, she’s already got you pretty fucked up enough. You want to know the truth? I thought I would come see if you’d beg forgiveness for stabbing me and everyone else in this kingdom in the back. I thought that being on your deathbed would bring some sense of remorse from you. I thought at the very least you’d convince me to get mom to lift her spell. You have no idea how badly I was hoping I would see a changed man when I opened that door.”

“Jungk-“ Jungkook cuts Minseok short by releasing his hand and quickly putting a tight, and very hot hold on his neck.

“You couldn’t even do the bare fucking minimum!” Jungkook growls. “You couldn’t even lie about a time I made you proud, you selfish prick!”

Minseok tries to speak but Jungkook’s grip is far too much. With the added heat being channeled into his hand, Minseok’s throat may as well be the center of a volcano. Despite his squirming and attempts to make a sound, Jungkook doesn’t let up.

“You’ve never said or done anything for me that was for anything other than your own benefit.” Jungkook can see the fear in Minseok’s eyes. He’s in control now and he’s not going to let up. Not until he’s satisfied.

“Jungkook please let’s talk about this,” Minseok strains to say.

“Fine,” Jungkook huffs taking his hand from Minseok’s neck. “Talk. Talk as if these would be your last words. Talk as if you won’t be remembered for anything other than these words.”

Minseok doesn’t say a word. He’s trying to catch his breath but Jungkook has no patience left.

“If you want to talk then fucking talk!” Jungkook shouts. His body is running hot. Hotter than it ever has.

“Jungkook, I know we haven’t had the best relationship. I know that we’ve had our differences throughout your entire life, but please,” he begs. “Don’t let your mother’s vengeance become you. You’re not like her, this isn’t who you are.”

“You have no idea who I am! You only know who you want me to be.”

“I only wanted to raise you to be the best you could be. I believed in your potential from the moment you were born.”

“No, you believed in using me since the moment I was born. That’s all you’ve ever done. You never cared about me. You never cared about any of the hard times I went through. Even the times I had a reason to be happy you didn’t give a shit! You’re not a father. You never were. You’re just a left over Saakhan pawn.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“No it’s not what I think, it’s what I know!” Jungkook pauses to take a breath then continues speaking more calmly. “You know, despite everything, I did learn something from you. My whole life you’ve only ever cursed the Saakhans because of what they had done. Any time the organization was brought up you would go into a rage and then tell me how evil they are. You would always tell me of the things they do and have done that has caused issues for the kingdom. You hate them. You’ve always hated them so I hated them too. You told me they were enemy number one for the kingdom. You said anyone associated with the Saakhans shouldn’t be allowed to live. You taught me how to hate. But you know what?”

Minseok looks on nervously. The fire in Jungkook’s eyes hasn’t gone down at all. The heat from Jungkook’s body can still be felt by Minseok although he’s not even touching him anymore. He can only lay there in his weak state and hope his son has mercy on him.

“You may have taught me how to hate,” Jungkook says leaning closer to Minseok’s terrified face. “But mom taught me how to kill.”

“Jungkook-“

“Shhh,” Jungkook takes Minseok’s hand again. “Tell me why I shouldn’t finish what she already started.”

“Jungkook, I-I don’t want this to be the end.” Minseok is trying his best to speak through the pain shooting through his hand from Jungkook’s scalding hot hold. “We can work this out.”

“You’re the very Saakhan snake you taught me to hate. What makes you think we can work this out?”

“Anything is possible, Jungkook.” Minseok is starting to sound desperate. The pain radiating through him is almost unbearable.

“You’re such a joke, Minseok,” Jungkook chuckles.

“What?” Minseok is taken aback by Jungkook calling him by name.

“I said you’re a fucking joke,” Jungkook repeats. “And I want you to beg for forgiveness.”

“Forgiveness?”

“Beg!” Jungkook shouts squeezing Minseok’s hand so tight it’s a surprise that it’s not broken.

“Please,” Minseok complies. “You’re better than this. You don’t have to do this. Think of your future. Think of everything that you’d be throwing away if you killed me. Your job and status would be gone just like that. Jungkook please, let’s talk through this.”

“That’s what you want your last words to be?”

“My last words?”

“I’ll give you one more chance because I’m feeling generous today. Go ahead, what do you want your last words to be?”

“I-“ Minseok hesitates. He isn’t sure what to say but his mind is frantically searching for something that will get Jungkook to at least release the excruciating hold he has on him. “I want us to start over. I know there’s a lot to work through, but we can do it, Jungkook. Please just give me one more chance.”

Jungkook stares at Minseok with a burning glare. There’s not a single moment of his life that he can think of that was a pleasant moment with Minseok. No moments of happiness. No warm hugs or comforting words. No birthday celebrations or Christmas activities. Not even a stop for ice cream after doing a good job on an exam.

“Good job,” Jungkook says in a low tone.

“What?” Minseok looks at him confused.

“Good job.” He holds Minseok’s hand as tight as he can. “Did you know that those two words are the hardest thing to say? At least it seems like it because you can curse the Saakhan name all day long, but those two words have never touched your tongue.” Jungkook begins to smirk. “You know that’s all I ever wanted from you? For you to tell me at least once that I had done a good job.”

“That’s all?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook laughs suddenly feeling amused. “Over 300 years waiting for you to say that. Isn’t that silly?”

Minseok looks on confused and more terrified at the way Jungkook is suddenly finding humor in this moment.

“You know when you truly love someone, you would do anything to see them happy.” Jungkook smiles. “Luna got into law school. She was afraid to say anything at first, but I know how much she’s wanted it. I told her I was proud of her and for whatever reason those little words made her light up like the human sun. Her smile made me so happy that I never wanted to stop telling her how proud I am. I thought she would get tired of hearing it, but she didn’t. I told her everyday and she smiled so big each time. I’ve never known that type of love. I didn’t even know that such a thing existed.”

Minseok is quiet but still uncomfortable from the pain that somehow has traveled from his hand all the way to his shoulder. He’s afraid to say a word because somehow Jungkook smiling fondly at this moment is more terrifying than when he’s shouting in anger.

“I could never understand why you would never say those words to me,” Jungkook continues. “It’s was so easy for me to say it to her. I guess I really do love her. It’s too bad that’s nothing you’ve ever experienced. I’ll be honest, it’s a pretty incredible feeling.”

Minseok is struggling to follow what Jungkook is saying. The only thing he can focus on is the pain that’s now spread across his chest and down his leg. He can’t help be squirm and grit his teeth hoping Jungkook lets up.

“Maybe in your next lifetime you’ll get to feel what it’s like to love and be loved.” Smoke is beginning to emit from Jungkook’s hands. He’s literally burning Minseok.

“Please,” Minseok begs.

“Oh,” Jungkook chuckles looking at his smoking hands gripping Minseok’s boiling skin. “My bad. Don’t worry, Minseok, I’ll take the pain away.”

He loosens his grip on Minseok’s hand but doesn’t let go. He cools the fire in his hands, but at the same time takes all feeling from Minseok’s body.

“As I was saying,” Jungkook continues as Minseok’s body slowly, and intentionally painfully, becomes paralyzed. “For the first time in my life I found a reason to be myself and to be happy doing it. It’s such a liberating feeling to have the people who mean the most to me tell me that they love me and are proud of the things I do. In the end they’re the only ones who matter to me. The only ones worth trying for. I protect this kingdom so people like them will continue to have a safe place to live. I protect the citizens not only because I vowed to, but because they’ve also shown me love and support and my way of repaying them is keeping their homes safe from threats. I protect this kingdom from any and all threats. You are the very type of threat I vowed to protect this kingdom from.”

It took a moment, but Minseok finally realized what Jungkook was doing. Everything from Minseok’s neck down has been paralyzed. He can’t feel the burn from Jungkook’s hand anymore, he can’t feel anything at all.

“You aren’t worth the punishment that comes from killing you.” Jungkook finally releases Minseok’s hand which falls limp to his side.

“Jungkook, wait.” Minseok is sounding much more desperate.

“What? You should be thanking me,” Jungkook scoffs. “You won’t feel any more pain. You’re lucky I’m willing to show you this much mercy.”

“Please, son-“

“You have no son!” Jungkook growls getting right in front of Minseok’s face. “I never had a father and you never had a son.”

“So this is it?” Minseok asks still unable to get his voice above a hoarse whisper. “You’re going to kill me?”

“No, mom is. She promised you, remember?” Jungkook chuckles then stands up straight. “I just wanted to make sure you won’t be able to fight what’s coming.”

Jungkook takes a step back and looks at Minseok’s pathetic face. The past 300 years playing through his mind as his old self is left with Minseok. His old rageful self is being left behind so he can finally feel like he can make a fresh new start. A new start filled with love, happiness, and support.

“Have fun in hell,” Jungkook smiles. He turns his back to Minseok and leaves the room feeling a thousand pounds lighter.

Jungkook can’t help but smile as he makes the walk through the hospital. When he steps outside he takes a deep breath of fresh air. He feels like he’s breathing for the first time. He feels like he’s living for the first time.

Luna was restless and anxious the entire time Jungkook was inside the hospital. She eventually got out of the car and took her owl form to fly around the parking lot to keep herself from going crazy. As she’s making yet another lap around she sees Jungkook approaching his car. She quickly swoops down and lands in front of him.

“How did it go?” She asks as soon as she changes back to her normal form.

“Great!” Jungkook smiles.

“Really?” She’s skeptical since she knows how much anger and rage was boiling inside of him before he went inside. “What happened?”

“He’s going to die,” he says casually. “I got the answer I wanted from him. Now I can move on with my life.”

“Ok,” she nods slowly still a little confused. “What exactly did you do?”

“I told him about love,” he says wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a warm embrace. “I left all the anger and hatred that I’ve been carrying around in that room with him. It will die with him.”

He gives Luna a soft kiss followed by the biggest smile his mouth will allow. He kisses her again, lingering on her lips long enough to show her what happened. When he pulls back she can only look up at him speechless. Not because of the pain he inflicted on Minseok, or the way he was surprisingly able to face him with courage and confidence. She’s speechless about the things he said about her. About how he loves her.

“Babe,” Jungkook says. “I’m leaving all that shit behind. I want to focus on my future. Our future.”

He kisses her again showing her more moments. Moments when she made him smile. Moments when he thought he couldn’t possibly love her any more, but another moment would happen that would prove him wrong.

“I love you so much, Luna,” he smiles resting his forehead against hers.

“That’s LuLu to you, demon bunny,” she smiles kissing him once more. “I love you too, Jungkookie.”

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monstermaster13 · 5 months

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TftW: Vampiress From Outer Space

Vampirella TG

Jason Fraser was a huge fan of comic books and sci fi, he also believed in aliens, one evening he was looking through the windows to see if he could see anything that was out of this world and he saw what appeared to be a strange space-ship. The space-ship crashed at ramming speed onto the grass and landed near the house that was next door.

Out of the spaceship stepped a woman with black hair dressed in a red sling suit and cape with a bat symbol on the costume’s crotch, she had a rather lovely figure and a piercing stare. ‘That woman, she looks like the vampire from my favorite comic.’

The woman smiled as she looked around, revealing she was a vampire and that is when he knew who she resembled, the comic book character. ‘Vampirella….she’s real. I knew it.’ That is when he spotted her, he ran outside to ask her what her name was before introducing himself…he was a bit nervous, he had never met a woman like her before and he didn’t know how to react, but she certainly caught his eye in a number of ways.

‘Uhh hi…i’m Jason.’ ‘I’m Ella.’ ‘Are you from this world?’ ‘Uh no…i’m from another planet.’ ‘Are you some kind of alien?’ ‘I am a being from another planet but i’m no alien.’ The woman introduced herself as Ella and she flirted with him as well as demonstrating her powers, the two seemed to hit it off really well, becoming more than friends.

Jason showed Ella around, and showed him his room and he told her about how he had been searching for proof of supernatural life existing on earth and that he had most definitely found that in the form of her.

Within a matter of hours a whirlwind courtship was formed and they started dating, they had multiple nightly outings together, and when they had their third outing Ella decided to present him with a special ceremony, she took him to the alleyway next to the local arcade as she told him of a gift she could give to him, he accepted her gift.

She held his hand and she transferred her powers into his body, sending a supernatural jolt of energy through it via energy transference, tingling sensations went sent through his body as his skin smoothened and skin, becoming pale like hers as his arms slowly shifted and became quite lithe and his hands shrank, his fingernails lengthening as his sneakers slowly morphed into a pair of black boots resembling hers.

His clothing also transformed into a suit that resembled hers as a pair of breasts developed on his chest while his feet shrank and his hips flared out, his stomach slimmed and his physique in general become more lithe and agile, as his privates retracted and a cape and collar like hers wrapped itself around him. He couldn’t believe what was happening to him as his back arched and his shoulders shrank inward, his black hair lengthening a little bit as his neckline altered and his eyebrows thinned. A pair of fingerless gloves materialized on his hands as eyelashes blossomed around his eyes which were turning red, dark makeup was applied around his eyes by a pair of invisible hands.

His features slowly softened and smoothened as his cheekbones sharpened and his nose shrank, his features feminized and his canine teeth extended to resemble fangs, his features morphing into an identical version of her features…making him very much resemble the character of Vampirella as his voice feminized and became quite sultry.

Jason definitely could say he had the best girlfriend any guy could ask for, and also was happy to be his favorite comic book heroine or ‘anti-heroine’ but he got to be a vampire too which was definitely a plus from being his favorite character.

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jdjfifjcjcjdjwiwj · 1 year

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Name: Sayori Sakamaki

Birthday: 03/ 30

Parents: Laito Sakamaki ( father)

Anna Takahashi ( now Sakamaki) (mother)

Daniel Takahashi (uncle; dead)

Sakamaki brothers(uncles)

Personality:kind, playfull,sweet and trickster.

Story: After Daniel used Anna to bring Cordelia back. Daniel was defeted,but Anna; to proof her love for Laito and trie to stop Cordelia and her brother; she killed herself usin Subaru 's knife.

Laito knew what his mother can do,Yui was the proof,he decided to transform His beloved Takahashi to an vampire and killed Daniel. After Anna wake up, he decided to asked her for merrige,she acepted.

A few time had passed,they both merried, and two years later they had their beloved Sayori. Laito wanted to be a better father than his,be present in her life,give her the best education and teach her the real meaning of love, since Anna got into his life, he finally understand it. And teach her to controll her vampire powers too,of course.

He really loved that she have his eyes,but more,she have his wife 's hair.

Anna teach her to sing,since Anna's voice sounded like Hatsune Miku,and Laito teach her to play piano. Anna really enjoy when he's teaching Sayori to play. She really hopes that she became an tallent artist,but if Sayori want to do other thing,she'll does't push her for the arstist way.

Curiosities about her:

•Sayori have,on look, 5 years old on this photo

•Her first Word was: Daddy

•Sayori loves video games

•Sayori have and doll collection, not like uncle Kanato. She have normal ones

Whe she born,she pull out Laito's fedora and started babbles on it

•Anna once says that her birth was difficult and painfull, but she and the baby was ok

• Sayori have today,on look,10 years old

•She once asked her mommy if she have an brother, but her daddy changed her head,asking her if she want to watch an cartoon

•Nsfw one: when she had 6 years old lookin,she heard her parents making weird sond on their room,and heard her mom say: ahh deeper senpai ~. She asked who is senpai ,until her dad says: ahh bitch-chan, your're so sexy,your senpai here is needy for your delicious blood. She wanted to go to find out, but her parents says to never come out when they on it in the middle of the night ( Explaning: Anna and Laito was having sex,Anna use to say after that she give birth to Sayori, she thinks she's not preety for Laito anymore, but he says,on Laito 's way, that she's still preety and sexy. After that, they bite each other,full of lust after bite,they do it)

• Laito once saw Anna putting Sayori to sleep, singing an lullaby. Outside he's happy, because his daughter have a kind mother, but inside, he's sad,because his mother never done that with him and his brothers and she done terrible things to him and manipulated him to be her sexual toy. He's trying his best to be a present and loving father,since his was terrible. He want her have the best childhood that he never had.

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desertfangs · 2 years

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Vamptember Day 30 (take 2) - Museum

Prompt: "Museum" | Armand/Daniel, and a wild Benji appears | 1258 Words

Modern day. Daniel and Armand steal a painting. Definitely self-indulgent silly fluff, but it's the last day of Vamptember and I wanted to end on a happy note.

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Daniel stared up at the painting hanging on the museum wall, trying very hard not to laugh.

The painting itself was ridiculous enough but remembering how it came to be was even funnier, and looking at it now brought back a flood of memories from the days when he and Armand had lived in Brooklyn. Life had been an exhausting whirlwind, an endless parade of activities and experiments and classes and shows and parties. Daniel had still been human, trying to run at the pace of a vampire who was determined to dive into life with all the passion an immortal could hold. That had been four decades ago, but in some ways, it felt like yesterday.

Armand came up beside him and lightly touched his arm.

“The rest of the guards?” Daniel asked. Armand had handled the first two when they’d entered, ‘convincing’ them to turn off the cameras and then go to sleep, but there were a few others roaming the premises.

“All sleeping,” Armand smiled mischievously.

“How lucky,” Daniel said, smirking back. He nodded up at the painting. “That was a wild night, wasn’t it?”

Armand stared up the canvas. In it, Armand stood in front of Daniel, who was definitely drunk, flipping off the artist or the viewer. Armand was looking straight ahead. It had been painted using a Polaroid for reference, one of dozens taken of them during that party. The artist, a young woman, had stuck that particular Polaroid in her bra while waiting for it to develop, which was why Armand hadn’t taken it like he’d taken the others she’d snapped of them. She’d invited them back a week later to unveil it.

The colors she’d chosen for her painting were bright, almost neon, pink and orange and yellow, which made it look sort of a like an-off brand Warhol.

“You didn’t want to go to that party,” Armand said.

“Yeah, well, I was exhausted. It was, what, the tenth night in a row? The twelfth? You could read my thoughts but you couldn’t tell how exhausted I was?” He sounded defensive and he didn’t mean to. They hadn’t broken into the art museum to fight. “What does it matter? It was decades ago and I went. There’s the proof.”

“I didn’t say it matters. I was merely stating my recollection of the night in question.”

Daniel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You want to know my recollection? There was a lot of tequila and disco music, and the host wouldn’t stop taking photos, which reminded me of you when you first got your Polaroid camera. We left early, and when we got home, you and I had way more fun alone in the bedroom.”

He put his arm around Armand’s shoulders. Armand gave him a sideway glance. “You’d have wasted your life away in bed if I’d have let you.”

“With you? Definitely.”

Armand gently removed Daniel’s arm from around his shoulders and touched the frame of the painting, testing to see if anything happened. This was a smaller art museum, not the Met, and while they had security, it wasn’t top notch. It didn’t need to be. This particular painting was valued at about two thousand dollars. A lot for something that looked like the 70s threw up on a canvas, but nothing compared to other works.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just leave it here?” Daniel asked. “I mean, your face has adorned museums before.”

God knew Marius had painted him enough times. Hell, Daniel knew for a fact a painting of Armand was currently hanging in an art museum in Brazil. It was a portrait Marius had painted from memory one night on a whim. It had looked so real that Daniel had spent six straight hours staring into its eyes before passing out in front of it. Marius had moved it out of the house, afraid that it was causing Daniel distress. He’d still been a little unstable at the time.

“It’s ours,” Armand said firmly.

He’d tried to buy it from the artist the night she’d invited them over to show it to them. She’d refused but promise to give it to them in a few years. But then they’d moved to Miami and the painting had been forgotten. Until last week, when a brochure for the museum had arrived in the mail and there it was, hanging in the background.

Daniel had looked up the artist only to learn she’d died a few years ago and her family had donated her collection. The museum was not interesting in selling.

Daniel shrugged. “Okay, boss. It’s your call.”

Armand tugged on the frame and it came off the wall easily. Daniel waited, half-expecting alarms to sound like in a heist movie, but the museum was dead silent. Armand turned and headed for the exit. “Don’t forget the money.”

“Right. Got to support the arts.” Daniel couldn’t help being sarcastic but he did pull out the thick stack of hundreds and leave it on the ground below where the painting had hung. They walked out into the lobby, where two guards were snoring softly in their chairs, the monitors in front of them blank, and went out the front door.

“That’s ugly,” Benji said, as Armand hung the painting in a prominent place in the upstairs hall.

“It’s art,” Armand corrected.

“Did you really used to dress like that?” He looked at Daniel curiously.

“The polo shirt? Yes. It was actually cool to dress like that back then. I was a very cool guy.”

Armand made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Daniel shot him a look but his back to was to them and he didn’t see it.

“In hot pink and yellow?” Benji was incredulous, clearly offended by the thought.

“The colors are a stylistic choice,” Armand said, stepping back to examine how it looked now that it was hanging on their wall, portrait Daniel flipping the bird to anyone who passed by.

“You should wear glasses again,” Benji said. “You look better with them.”

“Don’t you have Pokemon to catch?” Daniel asked.

Benji rolled his eyes. “You’re the only one who plays that game. But I do have to get back to Fortnite. My friends are waiting.” He turned and left, disappearing into his room.

“You realize he’s not actually a child anymore,” Armand said. He put his arm around Daniel’s waist.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Daniel looked at the painting. Armand’s hair was cropped short in it and his eyes were magnetic, his expression slightly mischievous, his smile curved in amusement. “You’re beautiful there. She really captured you.”

Armand tightened his arm around him. “So are you.”

“I look like a drunken asshole.”

Armand kissed him on the cheek, quick and feather-light. “You were happy that night.”

Daniel smiled. Even as he flipped off the camera in the painting, you could see it in his eyes and his little smirk. He’d been tired and tequila-drunk, sure, but happy.

“Are you happy? Now?” Daniel asked.

Armand studied his face, those alluring brown eyes burning into him as if he might finally break through the wall that kept him from reading Daniel’s thoughts.

“In this moment? Yes.”

That wasn’t exactly what he’d meant but it was close enough and Daniel decided not to push his luck. Instead, he leaned against Armand, and stared up at the garish neon depiction of them both from another time, when they were also happy, and hoped this time it would last for a while.

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AO3

Vamptember has been so fun, I've loved trying to come up with stuff for the prompts, and I've had a great time reading/seeing all of the stuff other people came up with. Thank you to the folks who made it happen, you are awesome!

#vamptember #daniel/armand #daniel molloy #armand #devil's minion #vampire daniel #humor #silly fic #self indulgent fluff #fanfic #my fic #vc #vampire chronicles

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kriskalutz · 2 years

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Candy: You could have at least told me what you were planning on doing before you left.

Yuki: Dude I literally told you the moment I saw the post. I can't believe you came over here just to start arguing with me about it again. Didn't we do this enough through text?

Candy: Yeah but then you blocked me! Can't exactly text you like that.

Yuki: ...Oh yeah I did block you for a bit didn't I? I forgot I was going to unblock you after I cooled off, haha!

Candy: Look I'm not even mad about you being in a Legacy House. Or even the fact that you've had a birthday without inviting me. But I am mad about you just leaving without at least letting me know what's going on! Its not like I was going to make a big scene about it or anything I just wanted to know.

Yuki: Fine. I'm sorry. Happy?

Candy: ...Ugh, yeah. Its a start at least. God you are horrible at communicating you know that?

Yuki: Must not be that bad if I landed a boyfriend before you did.

Candy: Oh yeah that boy from your therapy group. Michael right? He greeted me at the door.

Yuki: Yeah that's the one. He's helping me finally become a Vampire.

Candy: *sigh* Is he now?

Yuki: Its true! I've got proof now that they're real! I even met the Grand Master of Vampires.

Candy: Sure you have. I don't really get this Vampire obsession you've got honestly.

Yuki: Oh come on its not that weird.

Candy: You had to go into therapy after biting so many kids in school. You gave your bully a big bite mark on his face.

Yuki: ...I mean its not my fault they had such a bitable face.

Candy: Then there was you trying to sleep upside down, you not eating anything with garlic, you filing your teeth, your weird obsession with that one creepy mask and scaring people with it, and then that whole shiny hoarding phase.

Yuki: Oh yeah the shiny phase! That was fun.

Candy: Sis I love you but you're such a weirdo.

#sims #sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #legacy challenge #demure legacy #demure gen 2

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fbfh · 3 years

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Nico di Angelo nsfw alphabet

as with all nsfw/smutty/sexy content, all characters are aged up to 18+

words: 3.2k

pairing: nico x (mostly) gn reader (one mention of the word coochie as a joke cause it's pretty hard to talk with dick in your mouth, but it can reference whatever hole you'd like, a few mentions of the phrase going down on someone but that's just slang for oral so it's still gn)

a/n: so I went way overboard with this!!!! It's like 6 paged in google docs and took me a few days to do but it was so fucking fun send in more characters for me to do nsfw alphabets for!!!! kinda wanna do Leo next but when don't I title of your sex tape

also it's not/barely beta read or proof read because I have no brain today :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare king. Like, seriously. Dating him is like dating the anime vampire boy you saw on google images and got a crush on in middle school. Everything he does is riddled with tenderness and yearning and romanticism and lust. He’s still so affectionate, kisses fluttering over your skin like skipping stones, hands massaging and caressing you, that it almost feels like you’re still having sex. That’s how tender and hands on he is. He mutters all these flowery words, switching between english and greek and italian, and everything he’s saying is so pretty that you think he’s quoting someone. Nope. All improv babey. That’s the kind of feelings you invoke in him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he likes his like… mouth and jawline. Sometimes when he smiles he sees his mom and sometimes a little bit of Bianca. Tied for first place is the two little lines on his stomach that your fingers brush where you take off your shirt. Sometimes he traces over where your fingers brush when he remembers your touch. On you?? I know saying everything is kind of a cop out but jesus christ,,,, listen, he really likes the way his hands fit on your hips, especially when your legs are wrapped around him. I’ll leave it at that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He used to be really embarrassed when he would cum. He’s such a service… I was gonna say service top but like, he’s just totally there for you - more on that later - so when you make him cum it feels so amazing he used to think he wasn’t being a good lover??? Like if he’s feeling this good he must be being selfish in bed??? Very much not the case and you got that ironed out real quick. Now, especially after all that, it feels like one of the most intimate parts. If he possibly can he’ll try to time it so you cum together, but it doesn’t always happen. No one’s complaining.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a vampire fantasy and no I will not be taking constructive criticism on this. The theatrics, the romantic lusty gothic vibes, the glorification of the dichotomy between life and death????? Also between being a kid during world war ii and being a demigod, the whole immortal without being a god thing really appeals to him. It will be a long and difficult process for him to be able to admit this to you, in spite of how much he wants to. When he does, you’re more than happy to indulge him.

It’s like… it’s not even “ooh i’m a sexy angsty vampire i have to bone you before I feed from you to get your blood pumping” [cough cough twilight nsfw cut aka the fic 50 shades of grey was made out of] [also edward cullen is NOT a top so already off to a rough start there] it’s much more of like… “I’m a beautiful sensitive dramatic ass vampire that wants nothing more than to be loved but alas i’m too intimidating… and yet? This beauty isn’t scared off by me? I must prove my devotion to you by going down on you and reciting poetry into your coochie”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay okay. He doesn’t have a lot of practical experience, but he has done copious amounts of research in the form of tender romance novels written mostly by women. He was still a kid when he was in the lotus casino, so by the time he was interested in learning about that stuff, he basically had no family and had pushed away all his friends. Yikes. He did, however, consume tender romance novels aimed at women at light speed. Like, I read all 70 chapters of this slowburn fic in one night energy. And these all have a very romantic take on sex and intimacy, which already appealed to him a lot, so after a little practice, he’s able to hone these theoretical skills into something really amazing. After your first time he was like ‘sorry that was probably pretty bad, it was my first time’, you’re like ????? you literally didn’t believe it was his first time, that’s how loving and amazing he is.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Nico really does love any position where he can hold you close and pepper you with kisses and whisper things into your ear. Also ideal if he can gaze at your beautiful form. His words.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not strictly goofy or serious, mostly focused on making you feel every good feeling he can. If he makes you giggle a little, that means you’re happy, so he’ll take it. Usually giggling is instigated with outlandish plans for the future, like “let’s run away to a private island” or “we should buy an old castle in italy so I can be your fairytale prince” etc. all with a you deserve the world my love overtone.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It’s surprisingly hard to find specific historical information on men’s body hair grooming, but I was able to find some information. So, presumably, he keeps things well groomed. I feel like he gets really scared of getting cut or getting those little bumps when he shaves, so he’s very meticulous to make sure he does a good job.

I know this is supposed to be mostly about down there hair, but I feel like the same principle applies for other body hair and like, facial hair. Stubble was pretty out of style in the 30’s and 40’s, so he probably shaves his face every morning. I feel like he tried to grow out a pencil mustache at one point, but you both agreed it didn’t really suit him. Sometimes if he gets busy, he gets a little stubbly, and you think it’s incredibly hot. Another reason he likes keeping his face shaved is because he loves kissing you a whole lot, and doesn’t want to scratch your face. Or other areas.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can make every moment feel intimate, just by the way he looks at you alone. During the actual heat of the moment he literally makes you feel like every single corner of your body is filled with love. He has this specific type of adaptable sensuality that somehow makes every single moment perfect. He can do something as simple as hold your face and sigh slightly, and you’re filled with more emotion than you’ve felt from the last several very good movies you’ve watched combined.

No matter what you’re doing, just holding hands or having him absolutely wreck you on the coffee table, you just feel this intense energy pouring over you like a waterfall. He’ll let out these little moaning sighs and sing your praises in the same breath. Romantic intimacy is so ingrained in him it really is woven into everything he does with you. It’s pretty much the basis for the way he expresses love for you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Usually only if you two are apart for a while and he’s really missing you. If he has to leave on a quest or some other business and he has the feeling it’ll be longer than a day, he’ll take a memento with him, probably like one of your shirts that he sprays with your perfume or cologne or body spray or something. A lot of times when he’s feeling ~lusty~ for you, he’ll write you a love letter first. Sometimes he gets so wrapped up in what he’s saying and feeling that he gets so overcome with lust and missing you he has to do something about it.

If palming himself and finishing the letter doesn’t work, he’ll take a shower to ‘cool down’ but keep making the water incrementally hotter. One thing leads to another and he can’t stop imagining you in that warm steamy shower with him, how you’d kiss his neck and trace your fingers over his abs, and how tightly he’d hold you, and the little breathy sighs you’d make when he kisses you and caresses you in just the right places… of course nothing compares to you, and he’ll definitely bring those fantasies into reality once he’s in your arms again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise, giving and receiving. All he wants is to make you feel as amazing as you intrinsically make him, so when you tell him how good he’s doing???? Oh my god it adds fuel to his already roaring fire. A little praise goes a long way with him, so start off slow or it’ll be too overwhelming. Giving praise comes as easily as breathing to him, and often overlaps with body worship. He does these so naturally he doesn’t even really realize they’re kinks. Like, Hozier levels of adoration and praise and body worship.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He loves the spontaneity of doing the classic sweep of the arm to clear off a surface to bang on. Coffee tables, kitchen counters, against a wall, anywhere spontaneous that’s usually not for banging on that says “I am so overcome with lust I must express it to you right now and can’t possibly wait to get to the bedroom”.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s very touch starved and love starved, so the simplest acts of affection can make the rube goldberg machine of “wow you’re so amazing and I love you so much and I need a way to express these overwhelming feelings…. How about… making out with you and caressing you tenderly” get going. If you take it a step further and really instigate something by running your hands over his torso, brushing the hair out of his face, or pressing kisses to his neck, he’ll react immediately.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It’s probably obvious at this point, but love and emotional connections are absolutely critical to him, so I don’t think he could do anything with hard domming, or something where the sexual aspect is more about power and control than expressing love. I also don’t think he’d really be down for some of the stuff that’s considered more extreme, anything that would cause harm, or anything that would hurt you at all. You’re too precious to him for him to let any harm come to you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

If you give him oral he will not even know what to do with himself. It’s a whole new level of euphoria. He doesn’t even know what to do with himself. You can get out some of the most amazing noises so easily it’s almost a little surprising. He’s total putty in your hands (and mouth). If you’re okay with hair touching he’ll grab your hair or the back of your neck with a gentle, firm grip. He’ll literally be a writhing mess beneath you and it’s really incredible. He will absolutely return the favor, and then some.

He will give you oral practically at the drop of a hat. The skill he has is… unmatched. He’ll massage your hips and thighs gently in a way that somehow feels really relaxing and also amplifies everything he’s doing with his mouth and hands. He’ll moan into you, his tongue finding the perfect spot over and over, genuinely enjoying this as much as you are. Knowing he’s giving you the same type of euphoria that you give him really brings him more and more into the moment. He could literally go down on you for hours and still crave more, so he definitely lets you set the tone for how much. If you just let him go crazy, I’m sorry babes, but you won’t be able to walk for several days.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Moderate to fast paced, incredibly sensual. Even when he’s practically grinding against you at light speed, it will still feel like the most steamy heavy romantic thing ever.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Okay, listen. At first glance, you wouldn’t think he’d like quickies at all, however, he is an any time any place kinda guy. He can make hooking up in a broom closet feel like your fucking honeymoon. He’s fully prepared to sweep you off your feet and make your legs shake at any given moment, then go back to pick up dry cleaning like it’s no big deal.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely game to experiment, especially if it’ll make you happy. He’ll take some risks, especially if the reward of making you happier and feel better than ever is greater than whatever the risk is, which it usually is. He’ll let you take the lead with experimenting a lot of times, being more than willing to try whatever fantasies or desires you have. All he wants to do is indulge you, which he does frequently.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Tied for most stamina out of the entire demisquad. He could probably go 4 - 6 times in a day, lasting between quickies and over an hour, if you wanted to. Oh my god, I hope you’re ready to be really sore. Like, look forward to it. He never gets tired.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Initially, I don’t think he really has a lot of toys for himself, but if you have any you like, he’ll become very well acquainted with them. Once he breaks that ice a little and sees how fun they can be, you’d better believe he’ll go on a shopping spree or two.

He’ll start surprising you with toys, lingerie, anything that makes him think of you or that you mention you like or want to try. You’ll come home, and see a sleek shopping bag containing a few black boxes and some tissue paper. You start to open it and feel Nico’s arms around your waist, breath fanning across your neck. “I hope you like it, cuore mio…” he’ll murmur, already pressing kisses into your skin. He smiles into the crook of your neck when you gasp, eyes landing on the first of many surprises.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Listen, he doesn’t tease you intentionally, he’s not mean enough for that. Usually he ends up caressing you and rambling about how much he loves you and how good he wants to make you feel at a time when he can’t immediately follow through. Unfortunately, you’ll both just have to suffer with these lovely thoughts swirling around your mind until you can find a time and place to take action. Which, depending on the circumstances, can be much more of a priority than other times.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he can be, he’s very loud. Circumstantially, that’s not always the case. When he needs to keep it down, either due to a quickie or other people being nearby. When that’s the case, expect a lot of low, stilted moans, breathy sighs, heavy breaths, and low growly rumbling moans. When he can be louder, he definitely will be. Breathy pants, loud moans and exclamations, rambling praise and curses like strings of christmas lights. If you give him oral, that’s probably when he’ll be the loudest, whining and writhing, yelling ‘oh god, tesoro’ so loudly you end up with a noise complaint or two.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but he loves when you take off his shirt. Like, he’ll go feral if you slip your fingertips under the hem of his shirt, tracing your way over his abs and chest while you slowly lift it off. Like, that’s one of the things he looks forward to most when he reunites with you after not seeing you for a while, it’s one of his favorite things you do. If you want to make his brain full of serotonin and make his pupils all lovey and dilated and focused on you, this is exactly the way to do it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Listen, I personally believe that all demigods have either fucking schmeat or a gorilla grip, so following that logic, Nico’s got a lot going on. He’s big and girthy, with just the right amount of veins. Even when you’re just bumping and grinding, he still makes you feel so full. He can fill up every inch of you, making you feel so complete. You have no complaints.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive. Very very high, astronomically high sex drive. Dating Nico probably means you’ll be among the first of the demisquad to break that ice, somewhat of a shock to all. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: “any time any place” -Nico di Angelo probably. He can and will sweep you off your feet and make you see stars at the drop of a hat. Utterly obsessed and in love with you, and always looking for an opportunity to show that off. You could literally wake up in the middle of the night and start kissing his neck and feeling him up, and he’ll wake up with a moan and this blissful smile, immediately turning to reciprocate. Since your sleep schedule is so fucked up from all that, you end up taking a lot of naps together.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After his amazing aftercare, he’ll fall asleep somewhat slowly. He’ll usually be tracing his hand over your arm or back, maybe through your hair if you like hair touching, in complete and utter adoration of you. He likes to fall asleep after you do, but sometimes he’ll doze off before. He’s never slept better than he has in your arms. He has a history of astronomically shitty sleep, but when you’re wrapped up in each other’s arms, he suddenly loves to sleep again. If he needs some extra sleep, he’ll nap with his head in your lap or on your stomach. Just having you there makes him feel so at peace. I don’t know if it’s actually possible to smile while you’re asleep, but he comes as close to that as physically possible, all because of how comforting your presence is to him.

#nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo smut #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus smut #smut alphabet #i'm obsessed with this!!! :)#when will the gods stop my sinful hand #never probably tbh #i feel like apollo is into my antics #also are we gonna talk about how dyslexic rodrick heffley is????/#like hello?????#i don't want to be hyperfixated on diary of a wimpy kid movies just for rodrick but here we are #anyway hope you get some seratonin out of this #also shout out to my first ever patron!!!!!#I love you!!!!!!!!!#/p

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What if Bella got possessed by a demon in Twilight? Like pretty standard, The Exorcist type of stuff.

A lot of you anons should just head on to Ao3 instead of my inbox because whereever you went with this fic idea, I’m sure it’d be delightful. Lulzy, but an absolute delight.

Since you say Twilight, I’ll just set the timeline to the beginning of the series, when Bella has just arrived in Forks. She got possessed just before leaving, as Renée wanted to try an ouija board.

So, for the purposes of this ask, demons are real within the Twilight universe. They have to be very few and far in between, though, since humans don’t know about them and they presumably don’t care about following the Volturi law.

Bella is Reagan and the demon Pazuzu has taken up residence within her.

As happened in The Exorcist, this isn’t very noticeable at first. Bella starts saying some messed up things, yes, enough so that the other kids at school avoid her and the teachers give Charlie a call, but she’s not running down the stairs like a spider. Charlie is worried about her behavior and calls Renée about this, but he’s not dialing up any priests just yet.

Well, Bella gets worse.

Edward, for the record, was interested in this delicious smelling girl with the mystery box brain up until she started spouting profanities in the hallways at other students. Not being able to read her mind, he assumes Bella Swan is just like that. There’s no challenge, no reward, nothing to keeping her alive, his only real reason for not eating her at this point is Carlisle. Though his sheer distaste at that vulgar human who dares to tempt him so makes him resistent to drinking her blood, just out of spite. She’s not his perfect damsel with the delicious blood, and that ruins a lot of the appeal. Not all, mind, because that blood is still delicious.

Though it does help when she’s pulled out of school. Edward can pretend vulgar hamburger doesn’t exist, even as he ruffles through her wardrobe for sweaters to huff.

Back to Charlie, whose daughter is now running down the stairs like the spider.

He sends her to every shrink he can afford, has all the doctors in Forks look at her, and none of them give him an answer he can believe. He’s at his wit’s end.

And this affliction, whatever it is, that’s affecting Bella, it doesn’t seem natural, not human. She speaks in tongues, sexually assaults herself (yes, this happens in the movie), growls and hisses like an animal, in every way acts like- well, whatever it is, Charlie’s ability to deny that this his daughter’s affliction is supernatural in origin is growing thin.

But none of the shrinks can help him with that, and Charlie is a “lapsed Lutheran”, so I doubt priests is something he’ll consider all that seriously. He needs occult help, yes, but from someone who will actually help Bella.

His mind turns towards Carlisle Cullen and his children, and how Billy reacted when they moved into town.

Charlie laughed off his friends’ fears then, thought it was ridiculous to believe the Cullens could ever be anything but human. He dismissed their unusual looks as just that, unusual looks, their too-good-to-be-true cover story as them being that wonderful, and was quite happy about it.

That was then, now his daughter is fast becoming proof that the occult is indeed real.

And Dr. Cullen is so very kind, excellent in his work as a doctor and above all knowledgeable.

Say that Billy was right, that these guys aren’t as human as they appear. Well, that makes them the only people in the world, in Charlie’s world anyhow, who might be able to help.

Which is how Carlisle has the town chief walk into his office, tell him his daughter is possessed by a demon, and that Carlisle has to come over and have a look at her.

Now, as I think demons would be extremely rare, we’ll allow that Carlisle with all likelihood hasn’t seen any of these before. Quite the contrary, he was once a man who persecuted women suspected of witchcraft. He understands Charlie a little too well, but is also not touching this exorcism quest with a ten-foot pole.

Except, the chief seems convinced that Carlisle himself isn’t entirely human.

What would a human doctor do?

Carlisle really has no choice here but to come with Charlie. Besides, no matter how one looks at it what Charlie said about Bella is highly disturbing, the girl obviously needs medical attention.

So Carlisle has a look at Bella, and his “ahahaha we’re all human in here” smile quickly stiffens as he finds that whatever’s going on with Bella, it is indeed not human. She’s spitting green goo, talking Latin backwards, inhumanly strong, impersonating Carlisle’s father, and depending on how closely we follow Pazuzu’s actions in The Exorcist she may have killed a man. There’s scars on her body spelling out pleas for help.

It becomes clear to Carlisle that this girl really does need an exorcism. Or something, anyway, this is terrifying new territory for him.

But he has neither any clue nor the authority to perform an exorcism, and he lacks the network to get his hands on a human priest who’ll do this. More, even if humans could help (and considering how misinformed they are about vampires, the odds of that are extremely slim), involving more humans than have already been pulled into this would not make the Volturi happy.

There’s really only one place to go where someone will have the resources to help this suffering human, and that’s Volterra.

There’s a risk that demons are like immortal children and Aro will kill her on the spot, but Carlisle, still spooked from father Cullen’s voice coming out of this 17-year-old girl in the 21st century, has no other recourse.

So he tells Charlie he’s taking Bella somewhere Charlie can’t follow, and it’s likely they’ll never see each other again, even if Bella is saved. Charlie is devastated, but the promise that his daughter could get better means he can’t refuse. Just the fact that Carlisle isn’t entirely human yet benign makes him the best help Charlie is able to get her.

Carlisle takes Bella to Volterra, where Aro puts on his best Max von Sydow impression and says “Ah, demons... I’ve seen this once before, in the memories of a merchant from Ur...”

Knowing Aro while not knowing the lore of The Exorcist well enough to know what to do about a demon possession if you don’t have a Catholic priest on hand, I imagine Aro dresses up in whatever it is that Sumerian priests wore thousands of years ago (he always told Caius those bedazzled costumes would come in handy someday, and look who was right! VINDICATION) and tricks Pazuzu into possessing one of the humans Heidi brought in instead. This human is promptly killed. Ta-da, Aro smiles to Carlisle, he solved the problem!

Bella wakes up surrounded by insanely beautiful people in an underground palace in Italy and remembers nothing. Carlisle gets the honor of explaining to this human girl that she was possessed by a demon, Charlie asked Carlisle to fix it, and now the nice man who makes jingling noises whenever he moves because he’s dressed head to toe in gold wants her to be a different kind of demon because he can’t read her mind.

Bella caught maybe half of that.

Carlisle refuses to elaborate on the “possessed by a demon” part. No, Bella, you did nothing embarrassing, no one thought you were weird. We hardly noticed you were possessed at all!

But he was serious about that last part, Aro noticed she has a special ability so he’d like for her to become a vampire.

Bella, still, overwhelmed, makes a phone call to Charlie explaining nothing at all but assuring him that the demon is gone. She is then made a vampire.

Edward arrives too late to the party, so late that the party is in fact over, as he didn’t believe Carlisle when he said hamburger was possessed by a demon. Now it turns out that the disgusting, vulgar girl was in fact a delicate flower and a damsel in distress this whole time. Except, now she’s a vampire. Woe! Theirs is a love that never bloomed.

Bella has no idea who this guy is, and asks Renata to make him go away.

#long post #the exorcist #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #bella swan #charlie swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #aro

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OnS Theories (24S). Second Theory - Explanation of the Memory Segment and the World of Illusions.

Hello everyone, finally we start with new theories, and I must say, chapter 106 just rocked. It was a really well done chapter, sasuga Kagami-sensei!

Nevertheless, there have been many doubts surrounding it, specially one about Mika and Shikama appearing, which actually have a more simple explanation than what it looks like, therefore, let’s begin!

P.S: Theories are held within neutral view and ships are excluded

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Js0bL1jOjeY

Before I start up explaining how this memory segment and the illusions work, let’s make a review or recap of the chapter:

First of all, the chapter resumes were Mikaela saw the big eye in the darkness; of course, such eye represents the depthness within Yu’s heart, as to why, I’ll explain that later on, but nevertheless, he noticed something peculiar about such eye:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

He was aware the eye meant no harm to him, thus leading him to touch it, which of course, the eye gave permission to him, but why?

The reason to this is very simple; despite the eye which in fact is Yuu’s heart, or the source of origin of Yuu; the memories and experiences that have been withstood within Yuu along being engraved deep within his very soul remain there, thus meaning he trusts Mika completely, knowing he does not mean any harm along the very fact that he does see him as an equal, a human to the very core.

After this, the memory segment begins.

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

But, is this truthfully a memory segment?

The answer to this is absolutely yes.

You might wonder where or how exactly this is possible, and for that, I’ll bring the biggest reference possible to this kind of scenario and that is the franchise of Assassin’s Creed.

For those who might not know, Assassin’s Creed is a game franchise which of course, focuses on a secret order that works in the shadows to keep balance in the world against Templars, but of course, the main point or comparison is that the game itself uses memory segments, what do I mean?

The MC within those titles, uses a special machine to experience and live in a simulation the memories of their ancestors...

Along this, another anime that uses such events is actually a bizarre anime that I do not recommend to watch, which is Corpse Party. (Warning: Do not watch unless you tolerate horror and gore)

Within said anime, there’s a scene on which one of the main cast gets to experience lively what happened to the unfortunate souls that were living in a constant grudge to their tragic past. Which this could relate as living a memory segment as well...

And this is precisely what happens with Mikaela after touching said eye. ,it could be said he is set into a world made of the memories the very origin of Yuu experienced in flesh, which is why the next panel goes like this:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

In the picture above and my failed attempts to trace a circle, the one looking at everything is in fact Mikaela Hyakuya; which is why he asks about where he currently is, along the creepy eyes in the tanks along spotting a child which is Yuu, the one that lived in with the progenitors and the chosen apostles.

It could be said that the big eyeball that allowed Mikaela to touch it, displayed Mika the distant past, along letting him experience everything in flesh, which is why he took the form of the tiny eye watching everything including Yuu.

Following this, Noya arrives and spots Yuu, which of course, knowing Yuu’s nature, he’s quite happy and hopeful to awake Mika without the knowledge of knowing that, in order to awake the corpse, he needs to disappear, but of course, knowing Noya’s nature, he stops being tolerant with him and decapitates him in the act:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Of course, to the scene, Ashera arrives and tells Noya that he shouldn’t have done that since Sika Madu would take heed and notice the incidents going around. (To this point, the memory segment is normal.)

This follows up Noya into saying that he’ll create another:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Within the circled dialogue box and the eye floating which of course is Mikaela, he notices that from the eyes that were floating in those tanks, they instantly materialized Yuu which of course was bestowed with life once it was out of the tank.

But since Noya couldn’t tolerate how noisy the cloned Yuu was, he ended up killing the newborn clone, thus leading to Mikaela’s position:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Mikaela realized he’d get materialized as Yuu and by experience, understood that if he made a noise, he’d get killed:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

But now, the biggest question comes, which one could it be?

How was Noya not able to detect the changes and why did this memory segment continued? Does it mean the memory segment continued normally?

Within this, there are two scenarios:

First Scenario - The Past Simply Repeated Itself

Within this First Scenario, it’s very likely that the next clone made of Yuu wasn’t killed, which of course paints very well as to why Noya didn’t do anything else like ejecting or killing the current clone standing

Second Scenario - The Memory Segment didn’t consider such action as a huge alteration of the events

Within this scenario, which is likely just like the first one, it implies that the memory segment wasn’t affected that much, which is why it didn’t get destroyed or ejected Mikaela from it, since sooner or later, the next part of the segment would replay leading the events of seeing Shikama and the other demons arriving to the scene, and the biggest proof to this is the next panel:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

After Noya and Ashera stopped paying mind to the clone of Yuu in there, Mikaela managed to wonder who they were and where exactly such events took place, thus leading to the arrival of the other demons which, until that spot, was where the memory segment was going or replaying:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

When the other demons arrived, the memory segment was slowly getting disturbed by something, but what could this something mean?

Correct. The Power of Illusion and Distortion

The First Progenitor is well known to have powers that are equivalent of those to a God; powers that are extremely powerful to invade whatever he wishes to do, but, within this, the First Progenitor hasn’t even considered that within his schemes, there’s already a Trojan Horse invading his plans since the First Progenitor pretty much underestimates everything around him due to his arrogance which is why Rigr uses this disadvantage of the First to execute his plans without his notice:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Once Rigr finishes the countdown, the First Progenitor manages to fully materialize within the Memory Segment but, how is that possible?

Since the First Progenitor is capable of invading other’s hearts, which is heavily seen within chapter 73:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 73

Back in chapter 73, Shikama managed to infiltrate in Ashera’s heart with ease, without alerting Yuu about it, since he was pretty much focused on making Ashera remember their agenda and goals to fulfill which lead to the current present.

But returning to the main theory, how exactly does this revolve around the powers of illusion and distortion?

For this, it is needed to understand that the memory segment acts like a Lucid Dream, which can be defined as this:

Lucid dreams are when you know that you’re dreaming while you’re asleep.

You’re aware that the events flashing through your brain aren’t really happening. But the dream feels vivid and real. You may even be able to control how the action unfolds, as if you’re directing a movie in your sleep.

Link source: https://www.webmd.com/sleep-disorders/lucid-dreams-overview

This only gives strength as to why Mikaela was capable of changing few aspects without distorting the events of the past, but, since both Yuu and him lowered their guards, the First Progenitor had a door, but which one?

Correct. Asuramaru

After Asuramaru saw the transformation of the vampire Mikaela into a demon, he was able to remember everything, including how he became an apostle to Shikama and his loyalty towards him.

His main task is to serve him and retrieve Mikaela’s soul but since he was forced to obey Yuu due to the laws of the contract, the only thing Asuramaru might have been able to do is allow Shikama Doji enter within his heart, allowing him to fully enter into the heart of Yuu which was left wide open.

Thus leading to the next event, which is, creating an illusion, what do I mean?

After he managed to enter into Yuu’s heart or rather the deepest part of his heart, he mixed himself within the memory segment, allowing the segment to continue until he reached a safe distance where Mikaela was present, what do I mean?

This could be described as him acting as a part of the memory segment, but, instead of showing the memory of Sika Madu; he exchanged that memory figure with him, which could be single defined as substitution.

Which is why once he got close to Mika, the next thing that happened was this:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

The Sika Madu displaying there isn’t the one from the past, but in fact, it’s the current Shikama Doji wearing a disguise and this is heavily seen by how he was able to manifest the scythes he currently uses as a demon; hence why he states he didn’t expect Mikaela would come that far to the past, and this is actually due to the fact that Mikaela wanted to understand why Yuu was that way and what he was mixed into, thus leading to the next panel:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Mikaela realizes that the real monster managed to appear within the memory segment or lucid dream he was experiencing since he heavily states that he has to wake up and get out of there.

But within this, there’s something rather curious that many readers within the spanish and english fandom wonder, what could it be?

What does Shikama mean by not letting Mika get away again?

That’s actually easy, what do I mean?

If many might recall, in chapter 98 Shikama made an act of presence in order to retrieve the demon Mikaela by sending Asuramaru, Gekkouin and Kiseki-O to his wolrd, which, they almost managed to capture:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 101

Of course, what they didn’t consider was the fact that Yuu was heading their way to save Mikaela, which is why the First Progenitor is doing the job himself:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Of course, due to the massive difference of power, Mikaela isn’t capable of defending himself, but, within this, there’s something huge to highlight, what could it be?

The current Demon Mikaela isn’t tied to Shikama Doji

What does this mean?

It means that the demon Mikaela is made of all the life experiences and memories Mikaela Hyakuya lived, it means the past he had is the one he lived, BUT, the very reason the First Progenitor targets his soul it’s because he needs a soul to bring back whatever he wants to bring which of course it’s not good news.

Once he gets Mika’s soul, Mika and Yuu will cease to exist.

Which is why, the next thing that happens is this one:

Image taken from Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign - Chapter 106

Yuu goes to his rescue as a voice; he reminds Mika that he’s not alone but in order to save him, he needs to accept the deal and contract of becoming his demon, so he can get more powerful and finally fend against the monster Shikama Doji truthfully is.

With this theory, it is focused to explain the events that happened in the latest chapter.

Hope this theory solves the many doubts the fandom may have!

Hope you enjoyed reading this!

What do you think dear readers?

Let me know!

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