#personally excited to see the all lower case titles

[stonequill]

Excited to see all the new fic titles sparked by the new fob songs

[blakeswritingimagines]

Yandere Daemon falling in love with a maid

Well, there are two scenarios you could find yourself in. In the first, he falls head over heels for you and begins romancing you. This could be risky since the maid is a lower station and your suitor would need to approach things with care. In the second, he may see you as nothing more than a quick fling. In this case, he would probably enjoy the forbidden thrill of it and make sure to keep it under wraps. Whichever the case, falling in love with a maid could be an opportunity to explore something new and different for Daemon.

When he falls in love with you he'll feel a deep passion for you and a connection between you both that is both emotional and physical. As your relationship grows and you spend more time together, he finds himself wanting to be around you all the time. He gets excited to see your smile and hear the sound of your laugh. He wants to know everything about you, from your interests to your dreams and ambitions. He is eager to learn more about who you are as a person and to grow closer to you.

Falling in love with a maid is quite an unexpected circumstance, but he would not let such an opportunity pass him by. He would shower you with gifts and promises of a better life and would woo you in a way that you cannot say no. Once he has gained your love and trust, he will propose marriage and grant you all the privileges and titles befitting his future Lady. You would never have to return to your menial tasks again and would be free to live a life of luxury and comfort, by his side.

He would also do whatever he can to learn more about your past and to understand the circumstances that led to you becoming a maid. He would be curious to know how you ended up in this position, and he would want to ensure that your past is nothing that you would need to be ashamed of or hide from him. He would want to know every aspect of your life, good and bad so that he can provide you with the love and support you need. He wants you to feel comfortable and at home with him, and to trust that he will always have your best interests at heart.

After you have wed, he would have children with you, to continue his bloodline. He would give you all of his love and attention, both private and in public so that you never felt neglected or unwanted. He would treat you with respect and reverence, for you would be his queen and the mother of his children. You would be his confidant, his advisor, and his true love. With you by his side, he swore that he would be a husband and a king that the people could be proud of.

When he starts to become a Yandere over you, it would be a tragedy. He would lose control of himself and become obsessed with you to the point of insanity. He would take away all of your freedoms, and start to treat you like a prisoner. He would be jealous and paranoid, and would not trust anyone else to be close to you not even his own family. He would be possessive and controlling, and could even resort to violence. This behavior would be utterly wrong and immoral and would destroy the loving relationship you once shared.

While he suffers from the affliction of being a yandere over his beloved, I imagine that your marriage would turn sour very quickly. The obsession, jealousy, and pure rage would cause him to be overly protective, smothering, and controlling, to the point where you would not have any independence or personal freedoms away from him. The jealousy would also cause him to have suspicions about you, and to fear for your safety every time you stepped outside of his direct control. All of this would likely result in an unhappy marriage, with frequent arguments and conflicts.

He would become utterly consumed by his obsession. He would lose his sense of identity, and his only thoughts would be of you and keeping you to himself. He would become emotionally unstable and delusional, no longer able to see reality for what it is. He would be blinded by his own jealousy and fear, and could even hurt you or himself in his own madness. This would be a horrible fate for both of you, as you and your children would live in constant fear and dread, and he would lose the person he loved the most. What was once a beautiful love story would become a heartbreaking tale of madness and obsession.

He'll try to isolate you from your friends and family. He could also become emotionally and physically abusive, and try to make you completely dependent on him. He'll dictate who you can talk to and where you can go, and he could become violent if you disobey his rules or trie to leave him. He could even threaten or hurt people that he thinks might be a threat to his relationship with you.

He would most certainly extend his obsessive and possessive behavior to the children as well. He would be overprotective and would not want anyone else to have access to them. He would probably not let them out of the house without adult supervision, and he would constantly monitor their activities. He would isolate them from their peers and would not allow them to develop their own identities. Overall, it would be a very unhealthy environment for the children to grow up in, and they would have a limited childhood because of it.

He would view the children as extensions of you and of the love and affection he feels for you. As such, he would most certainly use them against you in order to manipulate and control your behavior. He might forbid you from seeing them or holding them unless he approves of your actions, or he might threaten to take the children away completely if you do not do what he says or wants. He would use every available means to ensure you are completely dependent on him, and he would not hesitate to use the children to gain his desired outcome.

As he would be completely consumed by his obsession with you. He would constantly monitor and control you and would become unstable when you did not act according to his expectations. He would show extreme anger and jealousy over even the slightest show of interest from another person, and could even go as far as to hurt you or the other person in order to "protect" your relationship. It would be a toxic and unhealthy relationship, and you would likely feel threatened and trapped. He would be blinded by the obsession, and could no longer see the person he once loved.

Becoming a Yandere over you would also destroy his reputation and public image. His actions would be seen as unhinged and unstable and would paint a negative picture of himself to the people. He would become a source of fear and uncertainty to his subjects, and they would doubt his abilities as a leader. Moreover, the relationship with you would deteriorate over time.

He would also be manipulative and could play mind games with you. He might threaten to harm others if you show any sign of leaving or attempt to scare you into obedience. This could lead to severe emotional and mental damage.

His goal is not to protect his love but to control and own you. He does not care about your happiness or well-being, only his own happiness and possession. He would be too caught up in his own selfish desires to see how you truly feel. He would take away your free will and manipulate you into doing his bidding, not caring about your feelings or safety. The more extreme his behavior, the more likely he would push you away. This is not love, but obsession and abuse that he can't see past and won't think otherwise.

With him as a Yandere over you, he would be causing emotional and mental damage to you. He would be denying you the freedom and independence that you deserve, and making your life a living hell. He would be scaring and hurting you, and you would come to see him as a monster. You would become terrified of him and would want nothing more than to leave your marriage. You would feel helpless and trapped and would suffer greatly because of his actions. He would become a symbol of fear and darkness and would destroy everything good that you had built together.

He’s constantly marking you with hickeys and bruises, usually around your hips and wrists. He likes when you do the same but he won’t admit it.

He’s very into public sex. He doesn’t want anyone seeing you of course, he’s far too possessive for that, but he does like the risk of it.

He’s probably into some kind of BDSM, like spanking, hair pulling, bondage, and maybe a little knife play if you wanna make things interesting until he wants to go for the harder things.

Desperate, passionate, crazy. He’s versatile, switching from rough to gentle and loving at the drop of a hat, but there’s one thing that always remains the same and that’s how much intensity is involved when the two of you are beneath the sheets. He’s a man starved and you’re a full-course meal laid out in front of him.

Cockwarming. He especially loves it after you’ve finished and you’re both just lying there sleepily or when he's busy working, still connected in the best way possible. Sometimes he’ll teasingly rock his hips into you every now and again, or he’ll just remain still, savoring the feel of you wrapped around him.

[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Tail Between My Legs

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.  

Warnings: Mentions of reader’s dead sister, brief sexual imagery.

A/N: I would like to thank my sister for the brilliant title lol. Also, this is the start of a short series so stay tuned for more!

Every day seemed to bleed right into the next. There was no differentiation between yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Life was just one long string of days that seemed to have no end. That was, until you met him. It had started as a day just like any other. You sat with your family in the dining car, eating a lunch made up of foods that you couldn’t even pronounce the names of. However, you weren’t terribly hungry. Picking at your plate, you decided that you’d had enough and excused yourself. As you walked from car to car, you couldn’t find anything that brought you any kind of excitement. Every compartment had a different amenity that seemed altogether useless to you. Finding yourself too bored to do anything, you decided to slip away to your cabin and take a long nap. 

Climbing up into the top bunk, you get comfy under several thick blankets. You were drifting off to sleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t dream. You hadn’t been able to dream for months. Even your slumber was endlessly boring. The minutes ticked past as you snored until the world began to darken. You slept so soundly that you didn’t hear the door to your cabin opening up. Nor did you hear the shuffling of another person sneaking inside. The man hunkered down, watching carefully through the window beside the door as a team of guards ran past the room. Huffing out a sigh he slumped over in his crouched position, looking around the small cabin. If it hadn’t been for your gentle snoring he might not have known that you were there, tucked warmly beneath layers of blankets. As delicately as he could he pulled away the top blanket to look at your face. Your eyes were still shut, lost in a dreamless sleep. 

Seeing that he hadn’t woken you up he figured he would slip out as easily as he had slipped in and you would be none the wiser. That’s when another grouping of guards come running past the cabin. Jumping down again, he shuts his eyes tightly. Just as he’s about to slide out of the door there is a harsh knock. Unsure of what to do now he spots an opening beneath the lower bed and crawls underneath, hiding himself away. The knock is enough to wake you up as you blink heavily, looking towards the door. Seeing a guard standing outside your room made you snap upright in your bed quickly before climbing down the ladder. Once you were on the ground again you opened the door, rubbing away the sleepiness in your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask groggily. 

“Sorry to disrupt you ma’am. We’re looking for a tail section passenger that managed to escape to the front.” The words buzz inside your brain. A tail section passenger. You’d never met anyone from the tail section before but you’d always been so curious. You could never admit this to anyone but you found the class system to be wildly unfair. To know that the poorer among you were treated so disgustingly made you wish for a better world. Now one of them had figured out a way to slip past the guards and into the front section. How impossibly exciting. “If you wouldn’t mind we’re searching all of the cabins in this section of the train. May I come in?” At this the man under your bed recoils, bracing himself to be discovered. 

As much as you knew that you should allow him inside, something in the depths of your heart told you not to. A deep unshakable feeling. “Yes I do mind as a matter of fact.” When he hears this Curtis lets out a silent breath. “I think I would know if there was a tail section passenger in my room. You have no reason to search this cabin.” 

“With all due respect, ma’am, he might have snuck in without your knowledge. Those filthy tail sectioners can be crafty miss.” 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“Excuse me ma’am?” 

“Do. You. Think. I’m. Stupid?” The guard blinks in return. 

“No, of course not.” 

“So don’t you think I would know if there was someone in my room? Don’t you think I would be well aware of that fact?” 

“I suppose so ma’am.” 

“I’m telling you that there is no one else here. So you have no reason to search this cabin.” The guard takes a wary look around the room and you hold your breath, afraid he might barge his way inside nonetheless. However he straightens up and nods to you. 

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. Have a lovely day.” As soon as he’s gone you let out the deep breath you’d been holding in your chest. Watching from the window you wait until he’s fully out of sight before quickly drawing the blinds and locking the door. Now that the guard has disappeared you look around the room. You get another unwavering feeling in your gut which you can’t help but act on. 

“Is someone in here?” You ask quietly. For a moment all is silent. Then you hear a rustling from under the bed. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna turn you in. I just want to see you.” You assure the unknown entity. 

The man under the bed knows that he can’t hide anymore. Resigning himself, he scoots out into the open room before standing to his full height. He’s taller than you, towering over you intimidatingly. He’s caked in dirt and grime but you’d have to be blind not to see how handsome he is. He watches you intensely, his features dark and intriguing. His hands clench and unclench as he eyes the door, deciding whether or not he should make a run for it. You pick up on this immediately and soften your features to put him at ease. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There’s guards swarming this hall. You won’t get five feet before they find you. Who knows what will happen when they do.” The man doesn’t answer, simply exchanging glances between you and the door. Finally he lets out a deep sigh, knowing that you’re right. There’s nowhere for him to go now.

“I promise I won’t turn you in.” You say, sensing his growing unease. “Unlike the other snobs up here, I don’t think you deserve the treatment you’ve gotten. It’s not right.” He simply watches you, taking in your form. He’d be lying if he said that you weren’t one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid eyes on. Your tantalizing figure drew him in and your soft, gentle features tugged at his heart. He hadn’t seen a woman like you in ... well, seventeen years. 

“Where are you headed?” You ask although with the information you’ve gathered you’re sure you already know the answer. 

“Engine room.” He says gruffly. You take in his words, contemplating what his intentions could mean for you and your family. 

“Are you going to stop the train?” You ask out of genuine curiosity.

“No. I’m not going to stop the train. I just think it could do with some new management.” You nod, honestly agreeing with him. Wilford had been under power for far too long. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to put someone just and merciful in charge. Was the man standing in front of you the answer? You couldn’t tell yet, still wary of the stranger.

“I happen to agree with you.” You decided to say, showing him that you were truly no threat. “A man like Wilford only cares about himself. We need a leader that cares about everyone aboard this train.” 

“Why should I believe a front sectioner?” He inquired. 

“For the same reason that I’m not calling those guards in here. I have faith. Faith that you aren’t who they make you out to be. Maybe you should have faith that I’m not what I seem on the surface either.” The two of you stood locked like that in a world of uncertainty, trying to determine what you both thought of the other person. He didn’t have a weapon on him and even if he had he didn’t seem to want to hurt you. He just seemed like a man trying to do the right thing. Those are the kind of people this train desperately needed more of. 

“Maybe you’re right. We could use more compassion in this world. At least there’s one person on this train that seems to have some.” 

“Two people.” You add, gesturing to him. The uneasiness in your chest dissipates as you realize that he’s come to the same conclusion about you that you’ve come to about him. “You look tired. You’ve come a long way. Why don’t you sit down?” You say, moving back towards the corner to where your plush leather chair was positioned. Pushing it forward, you offer him the seat and after a moment of staring you down he moves to sit. A groan escapes him as he sinks down into the chair, unable to contain himself after what felt like days of constant walking. The pliable leather cradled him and his eyes lulled, nearly shutting against his will. “Is it comfortable?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies softly. This makes you smile to yourself, happy to see him so at ease. “God, I haven’t been comfortable in seventeen years.” He adds, making your heart weep. After growing up in the front section you had come to take your luxuries for granted. Now, seeing him in such deep appreciation for something as simple as a soft chair, you were much more grateful for what you had. 

“It’ll probably be a few days before the guards disperse. You’re welcome to stay until they’re gone.” The man remembers the situation he’s in, sitting up so that his arms are resting on his knees. 

“Thanks. I’ll probably have to take you up on that offer.” 

“Anything you need.” You tell him with a sweet smile. Much to your surprise the man smiles back. His teeth are beautifully white and his crooked grin makes your heart skip a beat or two.

“You’ve got a nice smile.” You can’t help but say. 

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have reason to smile very often.” You nod, the grin disappearing from your face at his sad sentiment. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, effectively changing the subject. 

“Curtis.” He replied, nodding in your direction. “What’s yours?” 

“Y/N.” You tell him. As you do he extends a hand to you. You lean down, taking it in yours as you shake it firmly. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Curtis.” His eyes leave yours briefly to look at the bottom bunk in front of him. He gestures to it. 

“You have a roommate?” 

“I, uh--” A sigh escapes your chest. “I did. My sister.” 

“She’s not coming back anytime soon, is she?” 

“No. She won’t be, uh ... She’s not ...” You take a breath to gather your thoughts. “She passed away. So, no. She’s not coming back.” 

“Oh.” He adds, seeing your discomfort. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ve lost far more people in your lifetime than I have. It’s just, um, a fairly recent wound. That’s all.”

“Loss isn’t easy for anyone. No matter where they’re born or how much privilege they have. Grief is one of the only truly unifying human experiences.” He adds, extending a hand outwards to take hold of your own. The gentle gesture takes you by surprise and your immediate instinct is to back away from him. However, you don’t. You stand there and let this stranger hold your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on top of yours. Soon he lets go and you take a deep breath, not having realized that you were holding it in. 

“Thanks.” Clearing your throat, you pace towards the door. “Hey, um ... are you hungry by any chance?” He laughs at this. 

“I’m starving actually.” 

“Why don’t I go get you some food? The dining car is just right down the hall. I’ll be there and back in no time.” He contemplates the risks for a moment before standing up and walking towards the beds. 

“I’d really appreciate that.” You nod, watching as he begins hiding under the bed again. You figure it’s smart, just in case anyone gets the bright idea to go peeping in your room. As soon as he’s safely hidden you step into the hall, looking both directions warily. Guards are posted at both ends, vigilantly watching the car. Swallowing thickly, you begin walking down towards the dining compartment. The guards don’t so much as look at you as you pass them by. Your heart hammers with excitement as you enter the next car, unable to contain your giddiness at your highly illegal act. You were harboring a fugitive in your room. How could you have possibly known that was the kick you needed to bring a little bit of joy back into your life? Yet here you were, happier than you’d been in months. 

There was a long countertop where food was served. Walking up to the closest end, you pulled a waiter over. “Hi. What’s on the menu?” You asked, resting your forearms against the wooden surface.

“Steak with potatoes and assorted vegetables.” 

“I’ll take mine rare please.” You say with a smile. The man smiles back and quickly goes about making your food. Well, Curtis’ food. It’s not long before he’s done, handing you the warm plate. You thank him and head back down the hall towards your room. The guards still don’t look your way as you open up the door quickly and disappear inside the cabin. As soon as you set foot inside the room he can smell the food. He makes quick work of sliding out from under the bed, standing up and immediately eyeing the plate in your hands. “You struck me as a rare steak kind of guy.” You say with a grin. The man yanks the food from your hands, sitting down in the chair again as he digs in with his fingers. He begins shoveling the potatoes and vegetables into his mouth, groaning lowly as he enjoys every single bite. Soon enough the plate is clean and he hands it back to you. 

“Thank you.” He says, remembering his manners. 

“Of course.” You add as he yawns. It triggers a yawn in your chest as well and you glance out the window at the dark wasteland. “It’s late. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Should we get some sleep?”

“Sleep sounds amazing.” He admitted. Just as he was about to sit on the edge of your sister’s old bed, you stopped him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just ... no one has slept there since ... my sister. I’d rather if you slept in my bed with me. There’s plenty of room up there for both of us and I can promise it’s very comfortable.” 

“No worries. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder he stops, squirming in his clothes. He’d been wearing them for what felt like forever and he wanted one night’s sleep without being so restricted. He turned to look at you with a reproachful expression. “I’m sorry. Could I ... take off a few layers?” The request takes you off guard as you begin to imagine climbing in bed with this large, handsome man, only a few layers of blankets between you. Clearing your throat, you banish the thought. 

“Of course. Whatever will make you comfortable.” He nods, peeling off his jacket and hiding it under the bed in case anyone should get in during the night. He kicks off his shoes before sliding them beneath the bed as well. Lastly, he pulls his shirt off over his head, showing his torso. He’s big, muscles rippling as he throws the shirt under the bed too. It’s impossible for you to look away as he begins climbing the ladder. His back muscles flex deliciously as he moves upwards before finally falling into the bed. You take a deep breath, changing quickly into your pajamas out of Curtis’ field of vision before following him up the ladder and into the bunk. When you get there his eyes are already closed. You get comfy beside him, pulling the blankets up over you as you watch him breathe slowly. 

Once you’re sure he’s sleeping, you look at him intently. Soon you find your hand reaching to graze over his chest before gliding up to his jaw, touching him ever so gently. You just can’t help it with how vulnerable he looks. This gruff and guarded man who has probably never seen as much kindness as you’ve shown him, sleeping soundly as a baby. After a moment you take your hand away, tucking it beneath the blankets to stop you from touching him anymore. “Good night Curtis.” You whisper before turning over and closing your eyes. 

If you hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly you might have seen Curtis open his eyes, turning over to let them trace across your sweet face. His entire life he’d been taught to believe that the front sectioners were the enemies of this story. Now here he was in bed with one. Not only was he in bed with one but he was restraining himself harder than he ever had from returning your gentle touch. Keeping himself at a distance so he wouldn’t let his lips press against your shoulder as his fingertips danced beneath the blanket. He had been so touch starved for so long that even the lightest touch from you was enough to make tears spring to his eyes. He wanted more. He wanted all of you but he knew that wasn’t practical. You were from two different worlds. However, the man could dream. And he did. As he fell asleep he was plagued with images of your naked form writhing beneath him. God. It was going to be a long couple of days. 

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[the-illiterate-pirate]

No Rest for the Wicked (Villain AU La Squadra)

WARNING: Series focuses on some dark content, such as murder and torture, yandere characters, stalking, kidnapping, and may contain nsfw writing and dubious consent

The hero association "Passione" takes pride in protecting Italy and it's citizens. From the everyday purse thief, to carjackers... To the underbelly of Italy's society of villains with their arrays of dangerous powers and abilities. But with such strong super heros like Golden Experience and Napoli's own Sticky Fingers, surely you'll be safe.

Right?

Hello! Hi! Welcome to my Super Villain LS AU! V excited to finally post this because the idea has been molding in the back of my brain for a good year now. Each member will get multiple chapters for their own stories, maybe even mixing together every once in a while, I'm not sure when I'll be able to officially start posting any of them but in the meantime PLEASE ask me questions about this au if you're interested. Especially if it has anything to do with outfits and costumes because that's my favorite part hehe. *Au won't include Sorbet and Gelato x Reader but they do make their appearances!

File: Somebody's Leavin’

Alias: Little Feat

Formaggio, originally the low fame superhero "Little Feat" has only recently turned to a life of crime, but proves to be a formidable foe. This change now allows him to use his abilities to their fullest extent. With a single scratch, Formaggio is allowed to shrink any living being at will, along with manipulating the size of inanimate objects as well. With a mix of these abilities as well as hand to hand combat, Little Feat originally scouted lesser populated areas and dealt with lesser threats such as purse snatches and bank heists. Now, Formaggio uses these abilities without consequence, reaping chaos. Around this same time, a missing persons case has opened up. The disappearance includes a barista working at a popular cafe in the city Little Feat used to protect. Coincidence? Still unsure.

File: Somebody's Watching Me

Alias: Man in the Mirror

People have reported seeing faces in the reflections of their homes. When called in for police sketching, all reports include a very similar man for each victim. Well built, with fair skin and dark hair, with goggles and his lower face hidden behind a beak shaped mask. He has been titled "The Man in the Mirror", otherwise known as Illuso. Most people that have been visited by the man have stated finding his "calling card" within the frames of their mirrors. These people have wound up dead. The Man in the Mirror seems to only attack the rich and those in power, so citizens who have seen him are asked to stay calm, but alert public authority immediately.

File: Happy Together

Alias: Beach Boy

Pesci is stated to be a freshly turned villain, but despite his late start proves to be difficult to challenge as he's been found shadowing the villain "Grateful Dead", a formidable evil that has been terrorizing Italy for some time now. Though his abilities are ideally for tracking, Pesci makes up for it with brute strength and his incredible size. Studies report that not a single casualty has happened during brushes with Beach Boy, but the same can't be said for the future. It's only a matter of time for the brute to turn away from his humanity and officially become one with the super villain underground.

File: Vermillion

Alias: Grateful Dead

Prosciutto, otherwise known as "Grateful Dead", is a well known and quite popular villain. Despite his title, women and men alike fold at the knee due to his charming appearance and suave personality. Prosciutto doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but will do what the job needs him to. He mainly focuses on the gambling scene and a chain of bars and sultry clubs. His abilities are lesser known, and are quite confusing to understand how they work, but it's easy enough to say if a contract of his doesn't end with a bullet in the head, they're rotting into the dirt instead.

File: Crimewave

Alias: Babyface

Babyface rarely leaves the villains compound, and when he does it's almost always for business. He goes under the alias "Melone" and owns a booming unisex cosmetics line titled "Molto Dolce Productions", enjoyed by men and women and everyone else from all ages as his makeups and serums are vegan friendly and animal cruelty free. As Babyface, he prides himself with a remote controlled army of handmade robots who do his biding for him. His so called "children" range from entirely metallic suits and grotesque cyborg abominations. He lives in a laboratory underground and spends most of his time creating life.

File: Love is like Oxygen

Alias: Gently Weeps

Ghiaccio never wanted to become a villain, but was born into the life of crime. Abandoned by his own family, he stole to survive, he cheated people out of money and food, and at the crisp age of seventeen Ghiaccio was officially brought into the villain hierarchy. In his years of work he's rose through the ranks and has become the villain known as Gently Weeps, and uses cryokinesis. Under a fake name he pretends to be a citizen, walking among Italy's streets, trying to live a normal life as best as he can, finishing school and even joining a gym to help with his icy temper.

File: Enter Sandman

Alias: Metallica

Not much is known about him, as Metallica keeps to the shadows and has never been seen by the naked eye. He lives only to kill, every murder happening in the dead of night. Not a sound to be heard, save the faint jingle of a bell. They say before you die at his hands, you're stared down by the blood red eyes of the devil himself. Each contract dead at his hands are found with their throat cut open, and a pair of bloody scissors settled on their chest.

[smartycvnt]

Title: Particular

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Prompt: "Can I play with your hair?"

Word Count: 725

The early flight back home felt like a blessing to Jill. She had been away from Ash for far too long. Jill wasn't usually an overly sentimental or soft person, but she had been aching to be around Ash again. She didn't think that she had missed her partner like that before.

"Ash?" Jill called out as she entered the small house. Jill had been so used to living in apartments for her entire life that the house was a nice change of pace. For the first year or so of Jill and Ash's relationship, they had been holed up in a two bedroom apartment, but when their lease came up, Ash decided that they needed more room. She wanted a yard and lots of extra space to get some pets and maybe expand their family a little more.

The idea of children still terrified Jill, who despite it being almost two decades after Africa, was still feeling some of the effects. She was pretty sure that she was infertile from whatever Wesker had been injecting her with. Ash told her that it wasn't a big deal, but Jill didn't want to know the truth. She didn't want to sit there while someone told her that she couldn't give the woman she loved the one thing that Ash seemed to want.

"Ash, babe?" Jill called out again. She walked a bit further into the house before deciding that Ash had to be asleep. Jill made her way towards the bedroom with a stop at the shower so that she didn't accidentally wake up Ash. She had gotten home late enough that if Ash wasn't making any sort of noise, the woman was most likely asleep. Jill was proven wrong when she stepped into the bedroom to find Ash sitting in bed with a book.

"You're home. I didn't hear you come in," Ash said excitedly. Her excitement was contagious, causing Jill to break out into a smile. Ash let Jill walk over and give her a kiss without complaining about the way Jill's hair dripped onto her lap. "If I knew you were coming back so soon, I would have done something special."

"You're here, and that's all I really want right now," Jill said. She backed away and walked over to her dresser. All of Ash's clothes were hung up in the closet, which Jill didn't mind. She had always liked the little task of folding her clothes before she had to put them away. Besides, she had always believed that Ash's clothes were much nicer than most of Jill's. The woman's wardrobe was very tactical with the expection of a couple dress shirts and a pair of black slacks.

"Come lay down with me. I've missed you," Ash said as she set her book aside. Jill could see the look of tiredness in Ash's eyes. She laid down beside the woman, slightly lower on the bed so that Ash could hold her. It was a subtle enough request, but Ash knew immediately what Jill wanted from her. They had been together for long enough that Ash swore sometimes she knew what Jill wanted before Jill did. "Your hair is getting long."

"I need to cut it," Jill huffed. She had been getting slightly annoyed with the length. She hadn't even thought of letting it grow out again. Ash let out a small sigh, causing Jill to look up at her. Jill's brows were furrowed in concern, asking the question on the tip of Jill's tongue for her.

"I like it. I've seen some of those pictures, the ponytail was cute," Ash said. Jill blushed as she looked back down. Ash's fingers trailed along the side of Jill's neck before she spoke up again. "Can I play with your hair?"

"Fine, but only because I'm getting it cut tomorrow." Jill's tone was stern, but also a little sarcastic. Ash didn't doubt that Jill had been thinking about getting her haircut for quite some time. She was a creature of habit, and those habits were all very particular. Deviation from what she liked threw Jill completely off balance, which apparently hadn't always been the case. Ash didn't mind that it was, she had never known Jill to be any other way. The woman's insistence on routines made things simple for them, which Ash definitely appreciated.

[peony-pearl]

Given that there are ranks in the Order of the White Lotus, I personally feel like it would have been more compelling if Iroh was a lower ranking member instead of a Grand Lotus. I feel like it would be a great juxtaposition for having lived as a crown prince and a famous general - eventually losing those titles and going on his spirit journey would lead him to the Order, but his murky background would keep him from ascending ranks and being taken seriously at first.

However, Iroh doesn’t stray. He still takes his position in the Order very seriously. He is still a member; he may be able to prove his journey to the spirit world or there is an event that proves he is trying to change his ways that grants him access to the Order rather than just his passion for Pai Sho and wisdom. After all, his family and, by extension, his own actions, have led to the current state of the world.

Iroh makes the escape from the Fire Nation, and he makes a desperate call out to his fellow Order members. Sozin’s comet is approaching; the siege on the Fire Nation during the eclipse has failed, they must come together.

He may be ignored. Maybe he finds Bumi and Piandao on his own, and together they contact Jeong-Jeong and Pakku. The five of them convince the other ranks of the situation, and that they have a duty to the Avatar, who has made his return during the siege. The Avatar will face Ozai, and it’s up to them to not only aid him, but to free the world from the Fire Nation’s grip before anything else can happen.

Iroh makes his case, whether the Order helps him or not, he tells them he will join his son before he sees his brother burn the rest of the world to the ground. But he can’t, because his nephew needs someone. His nephew who has only tried to be the son his father wanted but has been pushed away; Iroh tells them if they won’t listen to him, then at least give Zuko a chance. His tears over Zuko tell the Order he will be whatever tool they need of him; but it is time to act, before they lose the Avatar again, and the world plummets into an even worse abyss.

He makes his point; and the Order agrees. They band together - Iroh and Zuko are reunited - Ba Sing Se is freed - Aang defeats Ozai - Zuko becomes the Fire Lord - Iroh returns to Ba Sing Se to continue running the Jasmine Dragon.

When the Gaang meet Iroh in the Jasmine Dragon, they see the Order leaving the tea shop. When Zuko asks what that was about, Iroh gleefully tells Zuko he has risen up a rank, he is now a rank under Masters Bumi, Pakku, and Piandao. He has proven his dedication and loyalty beyond what he once wrought, and the Order now keeps in regular contact with Iroh, especially now that he is considered somewhat of extended family with the Avatar, and he is, after all, Fire Lord Zuko’s closest family.

Zuko smiles for iroh’s excitement. He thinks about when Iroh taught him about the qualities of the Four Nations, back when Zuko was still too stubborn to let many teachings sink in. His uncle is dedicated to the world and its vast differences - differences that tie everything back together. He hopes to listen to his uncle better now so he can become the ruler their Nation has needed for a century.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3. "Yes. Kids, friends, chicks. I have all those."

PLAISANCE - "Then you're a lucky man, officer. Children are the greatest of treasures..." She fiddles with her pendant, thinking.

"For playing with friends I'd recommend 'Suzerainty'. It's a civilization-building game where you build a civilization, then set off to brutally colonize and repress other civilizations. It'll cost 12 reál."

2. "So what about all these 'Wirrâl' things?"

PLAISANCE - "Lousy auras there!" She shudders. "No, *role-playing games* are popular among those types... you know, who're into those kinds of things. Personally, I don't like it. Not at all!"

"I've heard they turn people into occult-enthusiasts. That they have rituals, where they try to summon entities. Highly immoral stuff… You can still buy them, though." She looks at the table, crossing her arms.

3. Look through the pile of Wirrâl-related items.

MOUNTAIN OF BOARD GAMES - An endless variety of sourcebooks, lorebooks, and codices litter the table. The top-most book is titled "Welkin Compendium, Second Edition."

There's also a large hardbound tome with intricate cover art: "The Hunters of Katuak: Boreal Creature Compendium," and a pick-your-path adventure gamebook titled "Tales of Wirrâl: Cavern of Velkraag."

Anything that really catches my eye?

Hm, maybe I'm not into all this binoclard stuff.

MOUNTAIN OF BOARD GAMES - There's a box that says: "Wirrâl. Third Edition Mega-Setting Supplements Module". The side panel notes: "A *fantastique* adventure board game. New maps and miniatures!" A sticker on it displays -- 25 reál.

5. [Leave.]

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - These shelves are overburdened with books from the same series. You see the name "Dick Mullen" over and over.

"Storekeep, what's all this crime fiction?"

Look through the display of books.

[Leave.]

PLAISANCE - "Oh, crime, robberies, murders..." She lowers her voice. "Even *sexual* crimes. We're fortunate to have Dick Mullen and his stories to sort all that out."

"You're a... a police officer... apparently. You should buy *all* of these. They really do teach a person how to be a proper detective."

2. Look through the display of books.

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Crime fiction... is a disgrace. An asinine misrepresentation of the physical attributes and the arduous everyday work of actual police officers.

These books *greatly* overstate the excitement of police work, glossing over how long it takes to actually follow up on leads and eliminate dead-ends.

What's more, they completely ignore the psychological hardships of, year after year, coming into contact with people during the worst days of their lives.

Not a single mention of all the stress this work creates upon the officer's *family*. Detective fiction just doesn't tell the truth at all. Now, would you like a list of the books found on the shelf?

Sure thing.

Oh god, no.

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - You see: "Dick Mullen on the Job", "Get Me Mullen!", "The Stalwart Adventures of Richard P. Mullen", "Dick Mullen and the Murder in the Orchard", "The Sordid Affair of Dick Mullen"...

"A Killing Is Declared", "Dick Mullen in the Murderhouse", "The Final Case of Dick Mullen" (an obvious lie), "Dick Mullen in the Clock Tower", "The Ordeals of Dick Mullen", "Dauntless Dick", "Dick Mullen's Funeral Pyre", "The Murder of Dick Mullen"…

Dick Mullen *dies*?!

Are there any more?

Okay, let's stop now.

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Oh no, turns out he faked it to solve a case.

Are there any more?

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Yes. There's also: "The Dame Who Did It", "Farewell, My Mullen" (faking death seems to be a common trope in the Mullen series), "The Morbid Tales of Dick Mullen", "A Dark Tide Turns"...

"Tragedy Calls for Dick Mullen" (another one with fake death), and, of course, "Dick Mullen: The Murderer", in order to catch a murderer, Dick Mullen must become the murderer.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS [Challenging: Success] - Come on, this is *not* the way real police solve crimes. The *real* police are some twenty kilometres away, sitting in an armoured motor carriage.

MACK TORSON - "Come on, Chester, tell the story again." A bald man turns toward a lean man and pats him on the back.

CHESTER MCLAINE - "Again? Man, I tell that one at least once a month. It's not that interesting," Chester replies.

MACK TORSON - "The *fuck* it is," the bald man replies. "And these guys haven't heard it." He motions to the civilian sitting in the back seat. "You see, Chester here," he pokes his finger at the lean man. "Chester *faked his own death* once!"

CIVILIAN - "Gosh, why?" One civilian looks on, amazed. The bald man bellows a reply:

MACK TORSON - "A very fuckin' dangerous case, ain't that right, Chester? They almost got you that time."

CHESTER MCLAINE - "Yeah, sure came close," Chester mutters in return, then turns to the rapt listener. "Alright, so I was tailing this guy called 'Francis the Shoe'..." The inside of the motor carriage is thick with cigarette smoke. Outside, it starts to rain...

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - After all this, you still haven't found the answer to the one question that matters: Who *is* Dick Mullen?

3. [Reaction Speed - Medium 10] Who is Dick Mullen?

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Failure] - Your attempt to grasp at the answer fails... it seems very close by, pulsating just out of reach.

4. [Leave.]

A quaint picture book brochure. Very colourful.

It's a... *Tome of Fascist Magic*. Rather candid.

SHELF OF BIOGRAPHIES - The plaque on the shelf reads: "Biographies of Famous People." You see a large variety of names, none of which ring a bell.

"Storekeep, anything of note in this shelf?"

Look through the display of books.

[Leave.]

PLAISANCE - "I would say..." The woman hums to herself. "'The Greatest Innocence.' Yes, most certainly. It's an important educational tool, delving into the depths of history, religion, and their relation to *innocentic power*."

"Who or what is an innocence?"

"Great. I don't need to know any more."

PLAISANCE - "A very influential historical figure, but surely I don't have to tell you that." She waves her hand, as if casting aside the thought. "You're a law officer and law officers have at least *some* education."

"The book is also very daring. The author aims to re-examine the universal understandings of the innocentic system, creating a fresh vantage point and a shift in the tired order of things."

"I thought it was about which of these... innocences... is the coolest and greatest?"

"So you recommend it?"

"Great. I don't need to know any more."

PLAISANCE - "Perhaps for a layman!" She scoffs. "Deep analysis is necessary to peel back the multi-layered meanings."

"So you recommend it?"

PLAISANCE - "Certainly. It's prudent for a person to have at least an elementary understanding of history and society. Imagine the chaos we'd be in otherwise."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - You feel like you should get this one. Definitely. It's *important* somehow. There is something personal inside...

This book is only 4.70. Perhaps we should come back to it later.

2. Look through the display of books.

SHELF OF BIOGRAPHIES - Browsing through all the books with all their names makes your head spin. None of these seem important or relevant. It's all just vapid egoism!

Suddenly, a particularly odd title catches your eye. It reads: "High Speed Love: the Tragic True Love Story of Jacob Irw and Alfie Deletraz" by one Cecilia Averbrook.

What's it about?

SHELF OF BIOGRAPHIES - "High Speed Love" chronicles the romance between two of the finest TipTop Tournée racers in history. One of them is the madcap driver Jacob Irw. His blond mane graces the cover.

Next to Irw's life story, you see a slim biography of an Occidental rock star called "The Antistar". He's famous for shooting morphine into one of his eyeballs, and cocaine into the other!

Next to that, Revacholian radio-personality Guillaume Bevy stands in front of a run down drug den. He's a permanent fixture on Channel 8, reporting on real life crime and ruining cops' days...

PLAISANCE - "I really *must* insist you buy one of the books." You're interrupted by the shopkeep. "Reading them is not for free. Do still browse though. But not too *long*."

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - She understands she has erred against the customer and immediately corrects course.

PLAISANCE - "I'm sorry, I did not mean to rush you. You *are* browsing. Go ahead. Take your time. Time is commerce."

4. [Leave.]

Another boring book. Just discarded here.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - This bookstore is not *strictly* about crime, romance, and biographies of famous people -- there's also a wide range of paranatural literature.

Look through the shelf.

"Storekeep, what books are these?"

[Leave.]

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - Amidst the various books you find one written by someone named Matthias W. Dundas. It's about "Wholeness, Unity, Balance".

The point of the book, and many others on this shelf, is to give people medicinal advice in situations where they don't have access to paid health services.

How does that work?

Uh huh, interesting.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - It serves platitudes, while also telling everyone that traditional medicine (the kind people don't have access to, and which costs more than this book) is garbage, and would only give you cancer anyway, without even curing your cold or anything.

"Wholeness, Unity, Balance" on the other hand, can basically take care of anything. Though it is important to note...

"When it's up to your mind to heal yourself, then it's because of your mind that you're *ill* in the first place."

Does the book say anything else?

Uh huh, interesting.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - The book features chapters on topics such as: how to find magnesium (it even lists plants you can harvest magnesium from); how to continue drinking if you're an alcoholic who has destroyed his liver; and...

…there's even a chapter on the ancient Seraise tradition of using duck gall bladder (preservatives) to treat and prevent sexually transmitted diseases. Pre- and post-factum apply. Nothing worth buying.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - This is just mundane garbage. What's even para-natural about this?

2. "Storekeep, what books are these?"

PLAISANCE - "Hum... sir, please, no browsing in that shelf." She narrows her eyes. "That wisdom is not for free."

"I can't have you end up... like... opening a police store next door and stealing my customers, oh no."

3. [Inland Empire - Medium 10] Find something truly otherworldly.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - The throbbing in your head increases with every passing moment you gaze at this shelf...

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a small green book becomes apparent. The title of it reads: "Medicinal Purposes of the Pale."

What's the pale?

What's this book about?

That's all I need to know.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - The book contains very little explanation on the matter -- this knowledge seems to be taken for granted.

2. What's this book about?

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS- The book contains descriptions of various pseudo-scientific therapies, alternative medicines, and folk remedies involving *the pale* -- also known as *le territoire*.

For example, it recommends vigorously swatting one's naked body with a venik, or hand broom, made from "the leafy twigs of a young birch tree from the near-pale."

Sounds painful.

Sounds invigorating.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - It is supposedly invigorating and good for the circulation.

What else?

I think I've heard enough.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - It also recommends consuming distilled spirits like vodka or whiskey that have been aged in the pale. Readers are instructed to cover these jars in a shallow hole just inside the pale, and leave them there for 30-60 days, depending on the potency desired.

And what does this pale-aged liquor do?

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - Among other benefits, it is alleged to restore a damaged liver to perfect health.

I should probably get my hands on some of that. What else is in there?

How is that possible?

I think I've heard enough.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - Is it any more improbable than anything else that human beings put their faith in?

Fair enough. What else is in there?

I think I've heard enough.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - For general health and well-being, readers are encouraged to take regular strolls through the pale, though a sidebar cautions readers to limit each stroll to less than an hour...

These strolls promise to "cleanse the mind of worries and the body of toxins," especially if the perambulator performs this ritual in the nude. (Nudity figures prominently in a number of these prescriptions.)

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - This is exactly what you need!

Huh. Anything else of note?

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - There's an entire section devoted to cures for men who are struggling to perform their "marital obligations."

Well, I certainly don't need that.

I probably need that.

SHELF OF PARANORMAL BOOKS - You close the book and return it to its place on the shelf.

*Medicinal Purposes of the Pale* is 4.20, but we've gotten quite a lot out of it already.

4. [Leave].

MAP WALL - Several maps have been attached to a bulletin board hidden inside the alcove. They're held up by small pins. The board has come loose from one corner.

The maps look old and faded. Your eye catches a map of Insulinde, a map of Revachol, and a map of Martinaise.

Look at the map of Insulinde.

Look at the map of Revachol.

Look at the map of Martinaise.

"Storekeep, can I buy these maps?"

[Leave.]

MAP WALL - This large map displays archipelagos. You see a constellation of small dots on the light blue emptiness of the Insulindic ocean. The largest, in the northeast, is "Le Caillou" (you are here). Another, far away in the southwest -- "Semenese Islands (Ile du Fantôme)".

What else?

MAP WALL - Ozonne, Laurentide, Face-a-la-Mer, Archipelagos, North Arcade Islands... all just specks of dust on the vastness of the Insulindic. On the edges of the map, the colour fades into a blur of dotted lines. Black and white.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - In the northeast a dust mite stands on the north coast of Caillou. In a bookstore. It's you.

Squint first -- can you see *cities* on the islands?

Look at the edges.

MAP WALL - You can. On Caillou -- Revachol, a single black star; on Ozonne -- Fond de l'Air and Virmandeux; on Archipelagos -- Croyant-Morain, Villiers; on Semenine -- Olduvai. And on Laurentide -- Deora Of The Seven Seas...

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Lost little pearls of light. Tiny fires in the dark.

Look at the edges.

MAP WALL - The ocean breaks apart into a tangle of cosines and azimuths, all pointing into pale nothingness. *Mundi* is the north azimuth; *Graad* is the northeast azimuth; *Samara* is the east azimuth; *Seol* is the west azimuth. *Isolas*, they're called.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Connections to other worlds. Worlds past the Insulindian, unknown to you. You only know you've never been there.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Impossible: Failure] - You have little idea what they are -- distant stars? gods? -- but looking at them makes you feel almost non-existent. Whatever they are, the *isolas* are immeasurably large compared to you. And very, very far away.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] - Perhaps they *are* gods. Gods of distance and outer dust.

2. Look at the map of Revachol.

MAP WALL - The north coast of a verdant island is shattered by the delta of a river. It is the River Esperance. Countless bridges put the shards back together, connecting city blocks to river islands. *La Delta*, says a great, artificial heart in the centre, teeming with lifeforms and construction.

To the east, rolling hillsides: Le Jardin, Stella Maris, the suburbs of Saint-Batiste, swallowed up into the megacity. They sound *rich* to you. This is Revachol East.

And west of the river?

MAP WALL - Couron. It's somewhere to live. Not bad. Then there's Jamrock -- it's *bad*. People shouldn't live there, but they do. Then Faubourg -- it's almost *as* bad and much larger. Then Coal City. It's the worst.

And Martinaise?

MAP WALL - It's so small you can't even see it on the map. No... wait. There it is! North of Jamrock, the strip of coast next to the Greater Revachol Industrial Harbour. It looks downright despondent. It's almost Coal City, to be honest.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

3. Look at the map of Martinaise.

MAP WALL - It's not really a map. It's a tourist thing -- a picture postcard with buildings on it, drawn from an isometric perspective. A date in the upper right corner says: '48.

Still, it's detailed. Could be pretty useful for scouting ahead. You see the jagged boxes of an industrial harbour, even the Whirling-in-Rags there...

4. "Storekeep, can I buy these maps?"

PLAISANCE - "I'm sorry, officer, the map of Martinaise is the only one available. The other two are not for sale anymore... and besides, you could scarcely afford them."

"They're quite valuable, though they might not look it. The map of Martinaise is 90 cents, though."

"Why is the one of Martinaise so cheap?"

"You seem to underestimate my resources, but sure, okay."

PLAISANCE - "That old thing? It's an out-of-date map of a tourist location that never was nor came to be..."

"From when some *design-studio people* tried to spruce the place up, four or five years ago. They also renovated the horse-statue, set up those coin-operated viewers and designed the new street lamps."

"What happened then?"

PLAISANCE - "They didn't get far... for some reason. A shame the project never got going. Would be nice if someone fixed Martinaise up. All these ruins are bad for business."

[sage-nebula]

The Results of the Masters 8 if I was the one writing it:

WINNER: Leon ofc

RUNNER-UP: Alan

THIRD PLACE: Iris

FOURTH PLACE: Cynthia

FIFTH PLACE: Diantha

SIXTH PLACE: Steven

SEVENTH PLACE: Ash

EIGHTH PLACE: Lance lol get dunked on

So the match-ups leading up to that would be like . . .

ROUND 1:

Iris vs. Lance - winner: Iris

Alan vs. Steven - winner: Alan

Diantha vs. Cynthia - winner: Cynthia

Leon vs. Ash - winner: Leon

ROUND 2:

Iris vs. Alan - winner: Alan

Leon vs. Cynthia - winner: Leon

ROUND 3:

Leon vs. Alan - winner: Leon

ALTHOUGH it feels kind of :/ having the ladies lose both of their fights in Round 2, so I would also be OK with Iris beating Alan and moving on to face Leon, who then beats her. I just want Leon to keep his Unbeatable title in the anime, I just feel like he deserves it. The man can’t find his way out of a hallway but he battles real good and I think that should be respected.

“But Ash is the main character why write him out of the first rou—” because I find him boring and have for many gens now and I am just tired of him and his story and don’t care about him. All of the characters that placed ahead of him in my personal ranking are ones that I find more interesting or preferable or more deserving of a higher placement in a world ranking than him. You can disagree, and that’s fine! But I also don’t care. (Note that in all honesty, had Ash retired as a main character a long, long time ago, and was coming back as a SURPRISE SHOCK! cameo in this tournament, I would actually be super stoked and excited to see how far he’s progressed. But that’s not the case and so I just don’t care lol.)

“So does that mean your opinion of Lance is even lower than—” yes lmao, Lance can get dunked on all day every day. (honestly I feel kind of similarly about Steven, but Steven I at least respect more as a battler. I just don’t respect Lance at all. Man calls himself a dragon master with hardly any dragons on his team smdh. And he hyper beams unarmed people and acts like a condescending dick to literal children. Geeeeeeet dunked on.)

anyway I’m really tired and need to sleep, but this is how I’d have the tournament shake out. Leon wins, either Alan or Iris are runner-up, the other one is in the third place slot, Lance is in dead last where he belongs and Ash is right behind him, Kanto has a serious “bruh” moment as a result. Goodnight.

(ps don’t bother replying or reblogging to argue with me, or sending me asks to argue with me, because I truly do not care and won’t engage lmao, you will just be wasting your time, goodnight)

[sonderrow]

The Steadfast Tin Soldier 

This squad was a peculiar one. Jael always thought his team was the unique one, but he had to admit the Rainbow beat them to it. He gladly gave that title, because there was a level of weirdness that would be way too big to handle on a daily basis. And this was because of a single person in the people they were partnering with for this case: Fox.

“Yo, codename’s Smith. What’s that you drawing?” He leaned towards the table, looking at what the special ops was scribbling on that piece of paper, scattered between blueprints, maps and files. “Hey, is that me? Aaaw, maaan… nobody ever made me that cute!”

Jael bumped his fist against the attacker’s shoulder. Thirty-three. There were thirty-three people total in Rainbow Six. Five currently present. Nine from Jael’s squad. With everyone laid out in pair, the both of them were put together, unlike the rest who were with their usual team. A risk from not being used to one another, but a calculated one.

That and it was like, under their respective mask, that their eyes lighted up at each others. Two more innocent (at least acting like so) minds recognising each others. Jael’s genuine excitement could be heard in his voice while facing Fox’s meddling. Fox liked how someone seemed to like him. Not just give him interest out of politeness or friendship obligations.

…

“Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch… alright! I yield! I yield..!”

Jael kept hitting the ground with his fist under the pain, locked and pinned into the melee move Fox pulled on him. Despite the soldier’s bigger and harder build, he just had been toppled over his own weight into what looked like a snake sneaking around him in hand-to-hand combat. Sweaty from training in the warehouse, Jael turned around, letting himself fall onto the training mat next to his partner, slightly raising his mask so he could breathe better.

“Jesus, where did you learn all that? You’re more flexible than my last girlfriend… and she was hell of a gymnast.”

A firm punch was given to the special op’s shoulder.

“Glad you have my back.”

Most of the time Jael and Fox’s personality shined was at night when both were resting. While both staying out in a small camp out in the Middle East, waiting for their cue, they had more free, well, stakeout time, but might as well call it free time. Sharing their culture fairy tales and random anecdotes; given Fox didn’t have much, Jael proposed he’d talk about stuff he liked, movies he watched, funny stuff he saw people do while off duty…

“Know what a guy likes in his hamburger and you know the look he gives you when he means that you should talk about your last fuck because the room is bugged. Or… something like that. Anyhow…”

Another hit. It was becoming a goddamn habit.

…

“C’mon, pull pull pull! Get to the checkpoint! Target’s secured. Who’s not at evac alr… Fox! Where’s Fox? Is he still in..?!”

Pushing his teammates with the rescued targets, Jael moved out to rush in, looking for the appearance Fox had taken amongst the terrorists camp; what happened that made the attacker late to the rendezvous location? While men were running around, slowly realising there were missing prisoners, Jael stealthily moved around the territory, hiding in corners as the mercenaries were growing more on guard the second, shooting orders and grabbing weapons.

Smith… hang on, I can come with you, the target’s― “HELL NO. The more people there is, the more they can see us. This is place is roaming with assholes more than when my one pretty rich aunt died… over.”

The blueprint of the place was running into Jael’s head. This ruined building must have been this one he saw on the pictures. Turn the corner, get on the one in front. Circle that car where two dudes are taking a smoke before going into the house. Secure the entrance. Get up the secondary stairs from the back, calmly. That room must have been the one they had secured together at the very beginning, when Fox had set up his disg―

“… Fox?”

The soldier lowered his gun. There was no mistaking. This was Fox, out of his costume, in the secured, desolated room. With three bodies around him and one just freshly falling down the dusty carpet. No gunshots wounds. Just slashes, and one happened to have his belly ripped out, guts sprawled around while some bits were staining the beastly masked’s equipment. Soaked into the fabric.

Jael sighed in relief.

“Oh Christ you’re alright. C’mon, get your cute ass over here.” He noticed Fox getting ready to sneak out safely in disguise again. The masked raven’s hang immediately grabbed his partner by the shoulder, “Stop with those flashy illusions now, they already know we were here, we gotta get out fast with no c―no more casualties. Just r―!”

And then he heard a loud CRACK! and nothing while someone ran in the door behind him, one person crouched and shooting him in the thigh, while a kid hurled a brick at his head, knocking Jael out.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 9 April 1953

Hooray! We're back to the realm of multiple songs - and it's two songs I didn't know, by two artists I also did not know. How exciting! Let's get into it!

Oh Happy Day - The Johnston Brothers (peaked at No. 4)

This is not the song I thought it was when I saw the title. I was imagining the gospel number - but no, this is a completely different song.

As seems to be the case with many songs in this era, the version that becomes a hit in the UK isn't actually the original. That honour goes to a version by Don Howard, a high school student who initially stole the song off a classmate, and made it a surprise hit. Lots of people seem to have then covered it - and the group whose version took off in the UK was apparently the Johnston Brothers, a trio of British singers who weren't actually brothers.

It's got a very repetitive bassline, played on the lower register of a piano, but that just helps the song worm itself into your brain - I think I could sing this one in my sleep, after a few listens, the chord structure is so repetitive.

I can't quite tell if there's something a bit rock and roll/doo-wop about it, or if that's just my imagination (and/or wishful thinking). Leaning towards the latter, but I know rock and roll will see a lot of these repetitive chord structures, so it's nice to see the foundations laid for that.

It's overall quite slow and low-pitched, and the singers just seem to be singing along in unison, as a female set of backing singers chip in with breathy "love you, love you, love you, I love you, I do" bits. It's simple, but it does the job.

Lyrically, it's also very simple. The singer feels lucky and happy because his girl has told him that she loves him - and now it's blue skies and contentment all round. Exactly the sort of thing you'd maybe expect a high-schooler to write, nothing groundbreaking, but it's nice.

Little Red Monkey - Frank Chacksfield (10)

Well, this was an unexpected turnup for the books. What a weird, tricksy piece of music! It sounds like music from the haunted house level of a Mario game.

It's an instrumental piece, and I guess falls into the "easy listening" category, except I don't know how easily people would have listened to this, as it's just... weird?

We begin with a scream. It's not a person, though, it's an instrument. This is our introduction to the clavioline, which is our first properly electronic instrument to feature. It was an early synthesiser, with a keyboard and various effects buttons, including some to add vibrato, and the sound that comes out is quite similar to the square waves that you hear in 90s video game music. Deliciously weird.

And then, underneath the clavioline, what sounds like a janky, vaguely out-of-tune piano, and occasionally an electric guitar, for good measure. It's nice, in a slinky, devious way.

The clavioline mostly plays the tune in a higher register, but occasionally the instruments take over, at which point the clavioline comes in at a lower pitch, playing some chromatic chords that sound for all the world like the James Bond chord progression.

The rhythm of the tune also spells out "Little red monkey". I can only assume that's deliberate, otherwise I can't see any other reason for the title. There's nothing inherently very red or monkey-like about the song, otherwise.

The whole thing also gives me the same vibe as Pink Elephants on Parade from Dumbo, musically. Not sure if that's deliberate, just interesting to hear the similarities and see how both songs conjure up a similarly trippy atmosphere.

And then the clavioline screams again at the end, just to bookend the thing. Weird, in a good way. I'm listening to this very near to Halloween, and it just feels right at this time of year - very spooky!

It's really nice to be back to having multiple songs to pick from, but my favourite here is clear. It's just too weird and spooky and odd not to pick, deliciously experimental and strange. What were the record-buying public thinking?

Favourite song of the bunch: Little Red Monkey

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