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OH MY GAWD, I just noticed I put the same quote twice.... How did I not notice that before??! 🫠🫥

Shadowhunters Fandom Story - Part One

Submitted by @darknutmeg​

Five Favourite Stories

Bright Lights, Small Town by @lecrit  

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC: There are too many reasons to list here without this turning into a 1K essay, so I will break it down into three things. 1) This is my absolute favourite characterization of Magnus in any fic I have ever read. His constant struggles to find a place where he truly belongs with someone he loves and a family to call his own. Found family, especially when it involves Magnus, owns my heart. 2) Its an honest and real look at grief, specifically the scene where burns his Mother’s paintings. Who hasn’t felt this way when dealing the loss of the loved one; wanting physical memories of them gone from your sight, thrown away or in this case destroyed. Luckily Magnus was saved by a pair of strong arms. A scene which really set the tone for their relationship. 3) The airport scene, straight from a rom-com and absolutely breathtaking.

FAVORITE QUOTE(S): “I thought it was pretty obvious, but maybe it isn’t to you,” Alec murmured, reaching out to wipe away a stray tear with his free hand. “You’re so full of doubt, so used to holding these walls around your heart that I realized maybe you doubted that too. So, well… I’m telling you not to. You can doubt many things but don’t doubt this: I love you.”

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All The Right Words by @ninwrites

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC: There are few fics in the fandom featuring deaf characters, it can be difficult to portray correctly and this story does an absolutely exquisite job. As someone who is fluent in sign language and has a deaf family member, I truly, truly appreciate this type of representation in any form of media, especially when it is handled so beautifully. Alec is adorable and sweet and so so in love, it takes my breath away. Magnus learning to communicate for Alec’s sake and choosing to learn a most important expression is a moment which will stay with me forever. 

FAVORITE QUOTE: “The charm is said to bring luck and protection.” Isabelle finishes, quietly. “Alec hoped you’d accept it - he told me that he doubts you need protection, that he knows you can look after yourself perfectly well, but he … he hopes that this can help you.” From the corner of his eye, Magnus sees Isabelle’s jaw pulse slightly. “Because he can’t.”

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All The Things I’d Say But Couldn’t by kaythenorthface

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC: There are plenty of alternate, early season one Malec getting together stories out there, each one with a unique take. This one however has a special touch. A parallel to an early moment in their pre-relationship: The memory demon. Having Alec reveal his long hidden feelings to Magnus through his memories, when the prior time it had forced him to face his issues. The force of Magnus’ “How long?” hits hard. I felt that. Alec kept his feelings from Magnus for years and hurt both of them in the process. Which makes the emotional confession at the end that much more beautiful, it’s ‘I’m sorry it took me so long.’

 FAVOURITE QUOTE(S): “Alexander,” Magnus says, looking very much like he wants to roll his eyes at Alec. “I told you a long time ago that I’d gone 50 years without wanting anyone before I met you. You were the first person I ever fell in love with without trying to. That isn’t something that just goes away. There’s always been a part of me waiting, hoping for you to change your mind.”

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My True Love Gave to Me by @imawriteriwrite

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC: This fic is my comfort fic; it’s like a warm hug. You get to watch them have more than one first kiss, share a few adorable dates and go along with Magnus as he slowly figures out to break the ‘curse’ while realizing his own feelings. It’s like Groundhog Day at Christmas but filled with love. Also, Magnus showing up to confess to Alec while dressed in pajamas is so on point.

 FAVORITE QUOTE(S): “Alexander,” Magnus says, looking very much like he wants to roll his eyes at Alec. “I told you a long time ago that I’d gone 50 years without wanting anyone before I met you. You were the first person I ever fell in love with without trying to. That isn’t something that just goes away. There’s always been a part of me waiting, hoping for you to change your mind.”

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Reconstruction by bumblebeesknees

WHY I LOVE THIS FIC: Healthy communication between Magnus and Alec is something we often preach about and while the show did a decent job with it, they could have done so much more. Like with their reunion after the first ‘break up.’. This fic fills in all those gaps absolutely beautifully. Alec’s vulnerability about potentially screwing up and forcing Magnus to leave him, the broken trust they still need to rebuild and the love, there’s so much love here. Present scenes are built around past ones seamlessly so you see how they slowly find their way back to each other. And the bracelet. Don’t even get me started on that. It’s the omamori charm of Shadowhunters fic.

 FAVORITE QUOTE(S): “I love you,” says Magnus and even though Alec’s not consciously thinking about it, some part of him must realize that the necessary thing to do is pull away. But Magnus is still holding onto Alec’s hands, the beads of the bracelet is digging into Alec’s skin and Alec – Alec doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand why Magnus refuses to let go, refuses to break away from Alec’s gaze when Alec can’t because he’s frozen in place.

“I love you,” says Magnus a third time, as though maybe this time around it’ll make sense to Alec. It doesn’t. “I shouldn’t have waited this long to say it. I just – I didn’t know how.”

Author Story

Shadowhunters made me dig out my fanfic writer’s hat for the first time in over a decade and it’s telling that the very first thing I wrote was a wedding fic because Malec was my inspiration. Malec made me come of out of hiding and I’m forever grateful for it. Playing with those two boys in various situations has been an absolute delight, Magnus’ character has so much depth and Alec is so stalwart and loyal. They are so many ways to make them fall in love over and over again.

The talent of the writers in this fandom is exquisite, inspiring and something to be admired. I am grateful to be here amongst you and even though I suck at updating and I’m extremely unorganized, I’m glad to have a place to share my little words and I’m thankful for the audience I have gained.

[funeral-division]

💋FUCKSTRATED💋

Pairing: Bård Faust x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Faust teases you all week, prompting you to feel sexually frustrated. After voicing your concerns to him, he finally gives you what you want.

Warning/s: No use of Y/N, unprotected sex, teasing, pussy-eating, asphyxiation, overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint.

Both you and Faust have been dating for several months now, meaning you had to put up with his constant teasing. At first you thought it was funny. However, having grown accustomed to his antics and sarcastic remarks you’d become increasingly annoyed. Faust being Faust, he thought it was funny since you were quite a patient person almost all the time.

You didn’t show anger like most people anyway. In fact, your death glares wouldn’t be taken personally by him at all and he found it quite endearing how it came out as a strained pout prompting him to give you a sweet peck on the lips. This gesture, whilst of course cute, still left you quite annoyed because he wouldn’t properly acknowledge your feelings.

Currently, you’re seated in his bottom bunk near the counter of Helvete. The blanket rests on your lap whilst you have your focus completely on the horror movie that’s playing on the TV. Faust occasionally looking over from the records he’s stacking and giving you gentle headpats. You remain stubborn, giving him the silent treatment whilst scooching away from him. The sudden action causes him to huff and place the box of records down, turning off the telly, he scoops you up into his arms. As he does this, he nuzzles into your neck and plants soft kisses and lovebites, huskily whispering into your ear and nipping slightly at the lobe.

“Hey baby~” He murmurs into your skin, cooing innocently up to you.

Hearing your soft whine, he can’t help but grin. You knew he was being unfair. He was using that baby voice that always had you melting and tugging at your heartstings, making your head feel light. You couldn’t resist, hesitantly moving a hand to caress the side of his face. He leans into your touch, smiling down at you whilst lifting your head up by your chin.

“There’s my sweet princess” He kisses your cheek before resting his head on one of your shoulders. “So you wanna tell me what’s wrong or d’you wanna keep pouting all day, hmm?”

You whip your head up almost immediately, giving him all your attention. Sitting up, you give him a piece of your mind, telling him about all the things he’s been doing (or rather not been doing) all week. 30 solid minutes go by and the whole time, Faust can’t contain the amusement in his voice, interjecting every so often which riles you up even more. He tries to stop the crack in his voice, trying to take you seriously but eventually bursts into fits of chuckles, looking away to laugh slightly.

"Sorry kjærlighet" He breathes out a soft laugh.

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he slowly turns his head back to find you crying. Tears pricking at the corners as you pull away. He immediately grows concerned, trying to pull you back in whilst you try to pull away again. He keeps his hand rested onto the small of your back, murmuring soft apologies, them being 100% genuine.

“I’m actually so frustrated with you” You sniffle out, crying out of anger.

This time he doesn’t say anything, he just listens. You go on to tell him how you’re sexually frustrated and how he’s been making fun of you for it the entire week. Faust feels guilt creep up inside his chest, your tear-stained expression just made it worse.

He slowly pulls you into a tight hug before resting his hands on your cheeks and wiping away your tears, one of his thumbs running over your bottom lip. He knew he needed to make it up to you, a treat for his dismissive behaviour. Suddenly, an idea pops into his head.

“Listen love, I do want to make it up to you” He starts off, eyes locking with yours. “We can go back to my place and I’ll promise to take care of you properly, if you’d let me?” He whispers the last part, caressing your sides lovingly whilst diverting his gaze. Reluctantly, you agree. He leads you towards his car, opening the door for you to get in.

The ride was relatively silent, despite the sound of Faust’s heavy breathing. You get there within a few minutes and as soon as you get inside, he guides you upstairs to his bedroom, his hands resting on top of your waist. He lays you down on his bed, stripping you to your laced underwear whilst littering sweet kisses down your body.

“My darling’s such a beauty~” He chuckles against your skin, kissing and biting lovingly.

He moves himself on top of you, placing his head between your thighs. The way he stares up at you has you melting instantly, the kisses on your inner thighs becoming more sloppy and intimate. You tug at him, whining out softly in need, your panties becoming wet.

“I know baby, I know” He kisses softly at your clothed slit, instantly making your back arch and your breath hitch, your grip on his hair becoming tighter.

He shakes his head, grinning up towards you before slowly taking off your lacey undergarment. As soon as the fabric is discarded, he gets to work almost immediately. He knows how much you need this yet, he still can’t help himself from teasing you. It’s cute how you rely on him to please you properly.

Burying himself into your cunt, he sticks his tongue out, lapping at your folds. The immediate touch from him making your body ache for more. You can clearly see how he’s taking his time with you, not wanting to rush the act of completely worshipping his beautiful queen. He keeps his ministrations consistent, not wanting to falter as he grabs hold of one of your legs, gently caressing the side of your thigh.

His grip on your thighs suddenly become tight, guiding a leg over his shoulder so his tongue can angle deeper and properly eat you out, hitting your sweet spot and grazing over it a few times. The movement of his tongue inside you makes your legs snap shut around his head, locking tightly. Despite the lack of air, he keeps at it. He can’t help it, he finds you hot. Even more so that he’s being suffocated underneath your pretty little cunt.

You throw your head back out of pleasure, mewling out softly before gasping and clinging onto his hair, weakly trying to push his head back from between your legs out of utter sensitivity. He ignores your silent request instead nuzzling playfully and licking up your slit. Your mouth gapes open slightly, twitching as you instantly release.

He makes sure you ride out your orgasm, burying his head to lick you clean before detatching himself from your cunt, watching as it flutters and clenches around nothing. You lay there for a minute, still sensitive whilst he goes to grab a towel, cleaning your semen off his face. He smirks over at your state before cuddling up to you and kissing your forehead.

“Next time, don’t you dare complain” He whispers quietly, going back for round two. The night filled with your moans and his grunts, overstimulating you till your a sobbing mess, clawing and begging at him to at least slow down.

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Words: 1208

Characters: 6704

Date: 06/06/2024

Time: 18:26pm

Proofread: YES / NO

Signed: @funeral-division

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♡ Kissed By The Baddest Villain ♡

Synopsis: At the behest of your Uncle Kagero, you agree to be a member of the League Of Villains, loaning out your quirk to aid in their cause. Everything seems to be going as planned--until the guys all start acting weird. Why do they bicker every time you're in a room? How are you going to get used to all this attention?

And who are you going to decide to give it back to?

●Mature themes ●Minors DNI ●Sexual Implications ●Suggestive Themes ●Eventual Smut

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WC: ~3,000

Chapter 1: Dibs

"C'mon, Yume! Couldn't you do your Uncle Kagero this one teensy little favor?" 

You bat your lashes at him, smiling, gentle as a dove when you ask him, "Do I get a cut of the finder's fee?"

Giran's eye twitches before he takes a long drag off of his cigarette. He hates that you're this well-versed in his career. It would be so much fucking easier if his kid sister didn't marry one of the most notorious villains the West could import, thus all but guaranteeing your involvement. In fact, both sides of your family have a long line of villainy, nearly each and every branch on the tree some kind of Yakuza or general criminal all the way down. You were hanging out in the back room of Uncle Kagero's office before you were out of diapers, absorbing this lifestyle since you were a zygote. Pushing back on giving you a cut this time would prove to be futile.

"Fuck--fine. You win, you get a quarter of their finder's fee," he relents. The cherry of his cigarette glows in the shadows of his dusty room as he rests his legs atop the corner of his desk, one ankle crossed over the other.

"Half or I'm not doing it,"

He nearly chokes, "What makes you think I'd give you half, you little shit!"

"Because you seem pretty desperate to bring this guy someone for his team. I'm guessing you need the money. And if you need the money bad enough, you'll settle for half of it," you say this all with the sweetest smile that you can muster. 

You've got him over a barrel. 

Giran taps his index finger on the chipped varnish of his desk, sucking at his teeth, bitter ash wafting through the air. The weather is mild now, but it's only fall. Winter is going to be thrust upon him before he knows it and then he's going to need heat this place. And he would rather freeze to death than ask your mom for cash to get the heat turned back on. Was he some high profile super villain? Of course not. But he made his money with his own two hands. Phoning his niece for a favor didn't count. 

Especially not if you were getting a cut.

This way, you're just another employee at a family business.

"Alright, I'll give you fucking half, Yumemi. Christ. Shoulda never taught you how to negotiate," Giran chuckles under his breath as he speaks, understanding the part he's played in your character, "Don't forget to tell your ma this time, yeah? She'll kill me if she finds out I'm why you didn't come home again,"

"Uncle, I'm an adult. Like, a real adult, I'm twenty four. Mom and dad need to learn to cut the cord already," you tell him with a roll of your eyes.

Giran pinches at the bridge of his nose, frustration becoming palpable, "Yumemi--"

"Alright, alright. I'll text her,"

"Thank you," he sighs. 

His amnesia doesn't work on your mom since she inherited the same quirk, so it's not like he can worm his way out of this situation if something goes awry. At least you're being reasonable about this aspect. Giran relaxes his shoulders and leans back in his chair. Your quirk fetches a pretty penny. On top of that, he can all but guarantee they'll agree to take you on immediately, as cute as you are. Might as well not throw away a sure thing. Half the cut isn't so bad, he thinks. 

"So who am I working for?" You pry, "Is it that guy who has beef with Gang Orca again?"

"No, not this time. Think a little younger,"

Younger? You were one of the youngest people in established villainy. Who the hell was he talking about?

He sends out a text that you sneakily read from over his shoulder to a person named Kurogiri:

I've got someone special for the league

"Pack your suitcase," he says, "I have a feeling they're not gonna turn you away,"

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗————˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You both step through a hazy black portal and into a bar, now face-to-face with the text recipient. He's more mist than man, though he would have to be solid under there somewhere with the way he wipes down shotglasses behind the counter, glass squeaking with every swipe. 

"Hello, Giran," a voice calls out from Kurogiri, in spite of his lacking a mouth, "Shigaraki Tomura and the others have yet to return, but they will be back momentarily," he turns his attention to you, yellow eyes flickering, "Are you our potential member?"

"I believe I am. My name is Saito Yumemi. It's very nice to meet you," the introduction you choose is quite the same as you always use, polite and pleasant. 

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well," Kurogiri responds in kind. 

He seems to be a mild and reasonable man. If this is who you'll be working with, you aren't worried about loaning out your quirk. 

Giran opens his mouth to speak, but as soon as he does, a portal is opened just to your left, revealing a small group of people who look to be somewhere around your age at a glance. Upon closer inspection, it appears as though you're in the median age group, though it's a bit difficult to tell with how they're dressed. Each of them gape awkwardly, caught somewhat off guard at your presence. A man with a heteromorphic quirk shuffles nervously, carding his fingers through pink hair as someone in ragged, dark clothing flecklessly stares. Another member, who looks to be dressed as a magician of sorts, dons a mask which shifts to an expression of shock. The others shift their weight from one foot to another as they wait for an explanation. A blonde girl in a school uniform is the first to approach you, fangs glinting as she flashes you a toothy grin, her demeanor much more cheerful than what you're used to. 

"I'm Toga Himiko!" She introduces herself immediately, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

"Hold on," a man with shaggy blue hair rasps from behind a hand, "We don't even know who this is yet. Giran. Who did you bring? She doesn't look like she would.. do this,"

"Shigaraki, let me introduce you to Saito Yumemi. She was born and bred into villainy, so don't worry, she's not as soft as she looks," Giran explains as he puffs a cigarette from between his teeth. 

"Hmm. What can she do?" Shigaraki continues his questioning as the others all mill around in the liminal space behind him. 

Giran grins, "Yumemi's quirk is Parasomnia. It allows her to put people into a dreamlike state, where they become, let's just say, very impaired. She can inflict nightmarish hallucinations on whoever her quirk is affecting if she so chooses. She's just gotta know their names for it to work," 

"Do aliases work?" Shigaraki pries for more information. 

"She--"

"It needs to be the full name. However, it's mostly just villains who are unregistered. If you're trying to take down heroes, this won't be a problem since they'll all have hero licenses, or will at least be on the path to obtaining one. It can only work on one person at a time, though," you interject, preferring to speak for yourself.

"Show me," he insists, "Toga Himiko is her given name. So show me what you can do,"

The girl in question simply smiles, willingly parking herself in front of you.

"Okay, then. Come at me," Toga doesn't even flinch before she lurches in your direction with a knife she's pulled out of her skirt, giggling and giddy with bloodlust.

"Toga Himiko," you call to her, voice wispy, echoing in a dreamy haze. 

She stops dead in her tracks. 

"You look so tired. Aren't you tired?" Toga's eyes become heavy-lidded and glossy as she sinks to her knees, her smile reduced to a slight nudge at each side of her mouth, arms like lead at her sides, "What do you see?"

"I see.. UA high school," she's compliant and monotone, head bobbing before she drops onto her back entirely.

"What's your favorite color, Toga Himiko?"

"Pink. Oh, there's pink clouds. Just look at them," she looks as though she's about to float away.

"They're nice, aren't they? Now, why don't you tell me that secret you wanted to share. Remember?"

"Yeah. Of course I remember," Toga is now splayed out on the floor like a starfish, "I'm in love with Izuku and Ochaco. They're the best. I really want their blood,"

"As you can see, I'm able to get information this way. If suggestion doesn't work for them, I can put them into something similar to sleep paralysis, which usually does the trick. Works better if they tell me what they're afraid of but I can make them see anything, good or bad. It doesn't do any physical harm, but psychologically, it's quite damaging. If I don't keep talking to her, she'll wake up on her own when this wears off in about two minutes. I'll also need to rest if I use it for more than a couple of hours,"

It's quiet for a few beats, the room so still you could hear the breath of a mouse. 

"And what do you go by?" The silence is interrupted by Shigaraki. Two crimson eyes peer out from splayed, rigid fingers, haunting and vibrant. A chill runs down your spine. 

"I prefer to go by Nyx when conducting business, but I don't mind being informal when it's just us. You can call me whatever you would like in private," your uncle flinches at your words, the five male members of the league training their eyes on you--most of them flustered and blushing--all the while you're none the wiser. 

Mom and dad have always been villains, which means you didn't go to public school. Your whole life has been a slew of private tutors and playdates that were arranged by your collective parents, not by yourself or the other children. After around age ten, this was exclusively female companionship, your father becoming very cautious of his only daughter. As a result, you're polite, studious, and well-spoken... but horribly under-socialized. Namely with the opposite sex.

Shigaraki's eyes won't meet yours when he says, "Welcome to the League of Villains," he makes a vague motion with his hand, "Kurogiri, give Giran his fee. I'll show her to her room,"

"Why do you get to show her?" The man with piercing blue eyes and dark hair approaches. He smells like the smoke from a bonfire. 

"Because I'm in charge, Dabi, not you," Shigaraki bites. 

"Then shouldn't one of us take her to her new quarters so you're free to pursue other duties?" The magician interjects, offering you a gloved hand as he bows to you, "Mr. Compress, at your service. I'll be happy to show you to--"

"I should probably do it. You guys are super busy, and m-my room's on the way, so, it'd make more sense for me t'do it. Hey, I'm Spinner. It's nice to meet ya," the guy with the Stain getup says, eye contact fleeting.

"Did you do the dreamy thing? Was it neat?" Toga springs up from her spot on the floor, recovering quicker than you had expected, "Why does everyone look all red and sweaty?"

Giran rolls his eyes until you're sure they're scraping the back off his skull as Kurogiri hands him off a wad of cash, "Figured you'd fit right in here. I'll give ya your portion when things settle down. See ya, Yume," and with that, he's stepping through a portal. 

He's lucky you know he's good for it.

"No, you all have to work on your skills. Gotta fine tune those super cool skills. It's best if I walk her to her room," says a guy in a full body catsuit, a terse, "Piss off, assholes!" soon to follow.

"I said I'm walking her down there, Twice. Don't bother," Shigaraki sneers in such a way that you can tell he's becoming irritated.

"Counterpoint," says Dabi, "Fuck you, I'm doing it,"

Hubbub ensues. You're not entirely certain what you've done, but something has obviously set them off, the lot of them squabbling like elementary kids who want the same toy. Is this what younger guys are like? Seems like they'll fight over anything if walking someone to their room is such a commodity to them. How strange.

Toga doesn't speak a word when she takes you by the hand and leads you down the hall. The sharp chatter of bickering can still be heard as you two crest the doorway into a small room at the back of the bar. In it, there's a twin bed, a lamp, a nightstand, and a trunk for personal items. It's more of a prison cell than a room, but you've stayed in worse for smaller cuts of finder's fees. You'll just pretend it's a dorm or something. 

"Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend, Yumemi?" She asks you, plopping onto your bed like it's her own. 

"No, not right now. Why?"

"Oh, just wondering," Toga kicks her legs, "I think it'll come up sooner or later is all,"

She flashes you a certain look, one you're not sure the meaning of, before she traipses back to the den of the bar, stating she'll be back later for a sleepover. You're not used to the company when on missions like this, but you're not opposed to it. In fact, what you mostly are is surprised, since you've recently put her to sleep and wrang the secrets out of her. Maybe she's used to having quirks tested on her, or maybe she genuinely doesn't care. Either way, you're grateful to have someone around to show you the ropes. Every villain organization runs a little differently and it'll make the adjustment that much easier this way. 

When Toga enters the den, the guys are still bickering, poking at one another's chests and stage whispering threats. 

"You're all so adorable," Toga coos at them, pressing her hands to her flushing cheeks. 

All of them snap their eyes to her. 

"Where's Yumemi?" Dabi asks, separating himself from the group to lean against the wall.

With a snicker, Toga explains, "I took her to her room since nobody else could decide who got to do it,"

"And that's Miss Saito to you," Mr. Compress chastises him with a shift of his mask. 

"She said we could call her whatever we wanted," is Dabi's retort.

"Wrong, fucker. She said I could call her whatever I wanted, so long as we're alone," Shigaraki corrects him as he mindlessly scratches at his neck. 

Spinner crosses his arms, "Boss, c'mon, that was the royal you, not YOU you,"

"Dibs," Dabi proclaims, flames sparking in his cerulean gaze. 

"You can't call dibs on a lady!" Compress snaps his spine ruler straight.

"Yeah, Dabi, she's a person. Don't dibs her like she's a bus seat," Spinner gives a scornful, sidelong glance as he speaks.

"Doesn't matter. I called dibs, that means I get to shoot my shot first,"

"That's not how this works!" Shigaraki grits through his teeth.

"Oh? And how would you know, virgin?" Dabi spits his words like venom.

More chatter breaks out as Toga grins wildly, content to observe the show these clowns were putting on for her in the circus of their own making. Life is good. 

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Dabi commands the room, all eyes focusing on him when he asks, "Where the fuck is Twice?"

There's a knock at your door, followed by a, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, come on in," you're taken aback somewhat, having not expected anyone to need you again so soon. 

Twice breaches the door, waving his hand and smiling visibly even through his mask. 

"Just wanted to properly introduce myself. I'm Twice, but feel free to call me Jin. That's my real name. Use whichever you want," he stands with his hands on his hips, another voice countering the previous statement with, "Screw introductions, call me Daddy! Mmff.. Sorry. The other guy isn't always polite,"

Ah, so that's why he's called Twice. Makes sense. 

"That's okay, I've heard way worse. Trust me. I'll stick with Jin when we're here, and you're welcome to call me Yumemi. Unless Daddy is still on the table," you simper with your last sentence, and he jumps in his spot. 

"W-what? Okay, I, uh--" he stammers hard, poking his index fingers together. 

"Oh, I was only joking! I'm sorry if I upset you,"

"No, it's not that, just--"

"Who's upset in here? Better not be our little doll," a smoky voice rasps out before revealing Dabi through the entryway. 

"We were just introducing ourselves properly," you say, rising from the edge of the bed. You extend your hand to Dabi, "I don't think we've said hello just yet. I'm Yumemi,"

He accepts your hand into his own, his palm sweltering, "Dabi. Pleasure's all mine. If you ever need anything at all, even if it's in the middle of the night--"

"Then she'll come to me because I'm the head of this entire thing," Shigaraki cuts him off, still covered in several hands, which you're praying are plaster. 

"We're all loyal to the tenets of Stain, though, Shigaraki. Ain't gonna bother any of us to help her out. I mean.. me, personally, I know I'd come by during any hour of the day or night. 'Cause that's what we do as a team, even if we're not the boss," Spinner pushes his way into the room, shoulder-checking Dabi and Twice to fit into the close quarters. 

"I am personally and readily available for your entertainment, Miss Saito," Compress bows as he enters the room in a cloud of smoke. 

So is he actually a magician after all? 

"Please, call me Yumemi when we're off duty," you tell him, and he captures your hand in his own, the silk of his scarlet glove soft to the touch. 

"I'm flattered to have such a privilege," he says, voice taking on a plush tone.

"Ah-hah!" Spinner points at Shigaraki, "I told you it was the royal you! She meant all of us!"

"No, it's not a privilege, really. I'm just me. You're all welcome to call me by Yumemi any time. As my dad always says, formalities are for heroes,"

The room has become a blaring fortissimo of conversations, insults saturating the air, curses you've never even heard before hurled like hidden rocks in snowballs. 

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[eveysnotebook]

barry allen crochets.

it’s a mundane thing he learned a few years ago, he doesn’t even really remember why he learned.

Whenever he has time off to just relax and do whatever he pleases, he finds himself drawn to his tub of crochet material.

He wasn’t very good for awhile, just recently he got better. His little animals started to look like their true species and not oddly shaped blobs.

He makes stuff for you often. You have found yourself putting little crocheted pieces around your home. They live in your bedroom, living room, kitchen, just about everywhere.

Barry loves it. He loves seeing that you really do care for him and his hobbies.

He knows if you ever make anything, he will proudly display it too.

this has been sitting in my drafts since january…

[settsunoie]

Over RequiemZ Main Post

Cg translations :

Kaize - Claude - Molly - Noil - Dorothy

Gameplay preview:

Kaize - Claude - Molly - Noil - Dorothy

Prologue preview :

01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06

I fell in love with this game ever since I've seen it on my January's B-log, and the more I digged for infos the more I was intrigued.

Here is the opening movie for the game :

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Story :

[Oz], a kingdom ruled by a monarch and 4 witches

There, numerous strange structures called [Ruins] have appeared. Decaying buildings, ivy-covered trains This is the scenery you're used to seeing, but this seems out of place here Inside the [Ruins], strange lifeforms are roaming around

Lost in this other world, you've been sentenced to death To escape from your fate, you have no other choice than to go investigate the monster-filled [Ruins]

You will embark on a journey along fellow death row inmates They, who were once [Bloodthirsty killers] On this journey, you'll have to head to the [Ruins] while being at the mercy of their quirks It seems that numerous choices will be made as you are travelling But, remember one thing

There is no such thing as a meaningless life

Your journey towards the end, alongside these bloodthirsty murderers, have began

Source :

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In a nutshell this is a post apocalyptic medieval world and The Wizard of Oz mix match.

The game is also composed of two types of routes for each guy [Fact] (the "safe" route) & [Dark] (we're getting freaky in this one) and a total of 4 endings per guy

So let me introduce the main characters : (don't mind the names the = is official)

Yuhiru (cv : none)

"I won't regret my choices"

The senior high school student lost in another world The senior high school student lost in the Oz kingdom Because of her dark eyes and hair, she was condemned as a [devil possessed being] She's standing up for herself against this grotesque situation

Age : 18 Height : 165cm Occupation : Senior Highschool Student

Kaize = Ozma (cv : Azakami Youhei)

"As long as I live, the calamity won't end"

The black eyed, devil possessed prince The feared cursed prince His indifferent smile can cause misunderstandings because deep down he is afraid of what other can think of him He killed his father the King, with his own hands

Age : 20 Height : 182cm Birthday : 3rd of August Occupation : 2nd Prince Likes : Cheese omelette / Cleaning Hates : Alcohol / Strangers Wish : To get revenge Family : Father (deceased) / Mother (deceased) / Elder brother (deceased)

Claude = Grain (cv : Furukawa Makoto)

"Do you think knowing the truth would keep you sane ?"

The researcher obsessed with the [Ruins] A [Ruins] researcher that was banished from the Royal Academy He is a caring and knowledgeable wise man. He tends to hide his inner self and keep everything to himself He brutally murdered everyone in his hometown, including his family

Age : 23 Height : 183cm Birthday : 3rd of December Occupation : Researcher Likes : Stew with a lot of vegetables / Mathematical puzzles Hates : Snails / Horror stories Wish : To discover the truth about the tragedy Family : Father (deceased) / Mother (deceased) / Younger sister (deceased)

Molly = Woodland (cv : Ishikawa Kaito)

"Let us pray for your souls. Worry no more… … and die"

The mysterious undertaker The young undertaker that keeps his smile in front of corpses He emanates the lovely aura of a fairy tale prince. He knows how to lockpick and escape from any situation, somehow He attacked a group of peddlers on the main road

Age : 24 Height : 175cm Birthday : 4th of November Occupation : Undertaker Likes : Rye bread / Card games Hates : Sausage meat / Swimming Wish : To meet his fated one Family : Father

Noil = Bestia (cv : Suzuki Ryouta)

"I have to survive, even if I'll struggle till the end"

The wild rogue knight The one being known as the problem child of the royal knight's order He may be wild but nevertheless he takes his duties seriously. He is a warrior of great pride He slaughtered a platoon of knights under his command

Age : 19 Height : 186cm Birthday : 12th of July Occupation : Knight Likes : Rabbit paella / Cooking Hates : Doctors / Preaching Wish : To arrest his friend Family : Father (adopted) / Mother (adopted) / 2 Elder brother (adopted) / Elder sister

Dorothy (cv : Horie Shun)

"Isn't punishment a form of kindness ?"

The polite but actually rude Witch of the North The goverment official nicknamed [Witch] tasked with keeping an eye on criminals, travelling with you He is irresponsibly lazy. For some reason, he is overprotective of you Even if he seems interested in medicine, I wish he wouldn't treat me with such a suspicious smile

Age : 25 (self proclaimed) Height : 177cm Birthday : 10th of October Occupation : Witch Likes : Butter pancakes / Starry sky Hates : Being punctual / Guiding others Wish : For you to be alive Family : None

[rainiishowers]

Happy 300~

I don't know if you can, can you do a reaction to the demon bros + Diavolo and Barbatos slow blinking/purring at MC while they're hanging out? Apparently when cats do it, it's a sign of trust and they're content, so yeah! :3

Lucifer

You were helping Lucifer lessen his workload in his office

He wouldn't say it but he really did appreciate it and how you worked diligently

You soon started hearing slight rumbling, coming from Lucifer

Rumbling? It sounded more like....

Purring!

You give a small smile, not daring to point it out, lest this grumpy demon stops

"What are you smiling about?"

"Oh nothing~"

Mammon

A movie night with Mammon was always fun, no matter how many times it has happened

You two were just watching a movie, picking apart some of the inaccuracies and making fun of some of the decisions the characters make

It wasn't long before you heard soft yet noticeable purring coming from Mammon, as he leans on you

You lean on him in return and close your eyes to listen to him purring

You could practically feel the blush radiating off him as he seems to purr only louder

Leviathan

You were gaming with Levi in his room

The only sound was you two furiously mashing buttons and the game's music/sound effects

During a cutscene however, you noticed Levi looking at you, slowly blinking while a light blush was evident on his cheeks

You give him a smile and continue with the game, it took a second for Levi to collect himself before continuing as well

His small bits of affection continued, as he gathered up the confidence to scoot a little closer to you

Satan

Whether you two would be reading or doing some studying, whenever this cat obsessed romantic is with you, he feels at peace, and thus he does both of these quite often

On rare occasions when he would fall asleep before you during studying or reading, you can hear him softly purring or he gives you a slow, tired blink before drifting off to snooze land

He trusts you, a lot. And it is quite easy to tell

Satan doesn't deny it, but he is quite flustered when asked about it

Asmodeus

Much different then Satan, is Asmo.

He has zero shame is showing his affection and trust for you

Asmo will coo, purr and cling onto your arm in public (or just the first two if you don't like PDA, he respects boundaries!)

However, in more closed doors, he is more calm

An occurrence that has happened more then a few times, is that he would be painting your nails in his or your room, and he would just look up at you, with an expression of trust before giving you a smile and blinking softly a few times

Of course you give him a smile back

He stares back at your half painted nails with a more thoughtful look

"Hun.. Can you promise me something?"

"What's up, Asmo?"

"Well.. I'm not afraid to admit that I trust you, a lot actually.. But.. Can you promise me not to break that trust... please..?"

"Of course!"

"Good, I'll be holding you to that~"

Beelzebub

Beel isn't shy about showing the world how much he trusts you

But it is more often that you two would be in the kitchen, or binging a show that he would slowly blink at you

His purring isn't the most subtle, so you might catch onto that first before noticing him slowly blinking

When he notices you looking at him, he'll smile happily before offering some of the snacks he has on hand

Belphegor

Belphie and trust aren't two things that typically goes together, even after you came along and helped him

It took a bit, after Lesson 16 to decide on whether he should fully trust you or not

It was a typical day, the youngest was using your lap as a pillow while you scrolled through your phone

It didn't take long for you to notice him purring as he laid on your lap, he held more of a grip on you as well, as if scared someone would take away his comfy pillow

If you mention it later on, he'll grow a bit flustered

"Well... Yea.. That's because I trust you..."

Diavolo

If you thought Beel's purrs weren't subtle, wait till you hear Diavolo's

This prince is typically one to not keep his cards far away from his chest ~~so to speak~~ from people that aren't his close companions

And lucky for you, you happen to be one of those close companions!

You were going over plans for a RAD event with Dia, and this man was looking at you with so much fondness and attention

And that's when you heard loud purring and saw him slowly blinking at you

You couldn't deny it was cute, this giant puppy of a man looking at you with so much trust, no wonder he put you in charge of this event!

You give a smile before continuing explaining your plans

Barbatos

Similar to Belphie, Barbatos giving his trust to people is rare, but not unheard of (but he refuses to give his trust to Solomon, RIP)

He shows it in subtle ways, yet if you were observant enough, you'd catch onto them

You two had just finished a trip to the human world tea shop, and now he was just making tea for the two of you

When he finished, he gives you your cup and takes his own cup in his hands before sitting beside you

Comfortable silence filled the air, with small bits of chatter and a bit of noise coming from other places in the castle

Eventually, you start to hear purring coming from the butler, it took everything in you not to squeal of happiness, so you just gave a smile

When he notices your wide grin, he gives a small chuckle and sips his tea, but that doesn't cover up his rosy pink cheeks

[poorlyproofedca]

Proofreading signs should be everyone's responsibility.

[b1uemayhem]

Infamous Deviance

wowie

Chapter 2

Markus' voice pulls you back from your wandering thoughts, and you realize that daydreaming has become a bit of a habit lately. Shaking your head to regain focus, the first word that reaches your ears is your name. "Is something bothering you? You seem a bit off," he inquires. Your heart sinks for a moment, but you take a deep breath and respond with a confident smile. “Absolutely! I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed by all this chaos.” You chuckle lightly and add, "I could really use your help with something important. Do you have a moment?" Your smile widens, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He seems to see through your facade but stays silent, giving you a subtle nod as he steps closer.

"Look, I know it’s risky," you say firmly, drawing a deep breath and letting out a weary sigh as you try to gather your thoughts. "I’ve heard the warnings from everyone." A flicker of a smile dances across his lips for a fleeting moment, only to vanish again as he struggles to keep his emotions in check, his features set in a mask of determination. You don’t linger on it, instead focusing on the urgency of the situation. "We need to infiltrate the CyberLife warehouse once again, and we can't afford to mess up this time."

You fix Markus with a sharp glare, memories of the last mission flooding back. You recall how he impulsively rushed to save another android from a Rottweiler attack, a split-second decision that cost them dearly; supplies wasted and that android lost. Frustration simmers just beneath the surface as you huff, recalling that reckless moment that almost unraveled everything.

"You're right, and I truly apologize for my past mistakes. I won’t let it happen again. This time, we’ll be thoroughly prepared," he replies, a hopeful smile playing on his features, though you can’t shake the memory of his similar promises—so full of conviction yet leading to disappointment. "I promise you," Markus insists, his voice steady, his eyes shining with a fierce determination that momentarily softens the tension in the air.

You give a slight nod, your eyes drifting over to North, who watches Markus with a mix of admiration and affection. His words ignite a flicker of hope within her. A smile unconsciously spreads across your face as you feel a wave of warmth at the thought, you quickly glance down, trying to mask that goofy grin. "Alright, Markus. I’ll be counting on you to keep that promise this time," you say, laughter threading through your words as your gaze finds Markus once more. "Don’t let me—" you hesitate for a moment to consider your words carefully, before adding, "Us, down."

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You carefully slip a cold, metallic gun into your bag, the only essential item you’ll need. The remaining space in your bag will soon be packed with anything you can scavenge. With a determined sigh, you sling the bag over your shoulder and rush down the creaking staircase, the dim light from the fires placed in each corner of the room casting long shadows around you. As you enter the vast, darkened room, your senses heighten; the flickering flames of several small fires provide a meager glow, creating a flickering ambiance that enhances the tense atmosphere.

Your gaze lands on Markus, who stands confidently at the center of your group, exuding a calm authority amidst the uncertainty. His sharp eyes catch yours, and with a subtle nod, he signals that you have arrived just in time. You focus in on his voice, steady and resolute, as it cuts through the murmur of your peers: “Now that everyone’s here, we should get going. The sooner we leave, the better.” His words resonate with urgency, and you can feel the collective agreement in the air, a silent understanding that this journey has been long overdue. It’s clear others around you have prepared meticulously.

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As the warehouse looms into view, a sense of foreboding washes over you, making you blink rapidly to process the scene unfolding before you. The heavy air seems charged with tension, and an unsettling feeling tightens in the pit of your stomach. You swallow deeply, trying to dispel the unease that threatens to halt your progress. Determined not to let discomfort deter you, you briskly follow your group, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

As you draw closer to the warehouse, a pesky drone buzzes by, its whirring sound slicing through the thick silence. You lean in to whisper urgently to the group, "We need to handle that, Markus." Locking eyes with him, you add, "You dealt with it last time we were here. Mind doing it again?" He nods resolutely, and while you expect that to be the extent of the exchange, you're pleasantly surprised when he confidently replies, "Leave it to me."

You watch in awe as he swiftly assesses the situation, his eyes narrowing in concentration. In mere moments, he devises an efficient plan to take down the drone and executes it flawlessly. Just then, North’s voice breaks through your thoughts, drawing your attention. "Let's get going. The sooner we grab what we need, the sooner we can leave before the humans arrive." Her urgency resonates with you, and you nod, resuming your pursuit as she leads the way, with Markus trailing behind again.

Finally, you stand before a towering mountain of cargo boxes, each one brimming with supplies that could be vital for your people’s survival. With a surge of adrenaline, you dash toward one of the boxes, pulling a rusty knife from your pocket. Though the blade is worn and marred by months of wear and exposure to the elements, it still proves effective as you pry open the box with a satisfying pop. You peer inside, excitement bubbling within you as you grab handfuls of supplies, stuffing them eagerly into your bag until it hangs heavy by your side.

Noticing that the box still holds a wealth of items, you signal Simon with a quick gesture to help himself as well. He moves over to the box and begins gathering supplies, just as you anticipated.

As you wait for the others to finish, time stretches out, and you quietly scan your surroundings. Suddenly, you feel a warm hand resting gently on your shoulder. It’s Simon, his gaze serious and contemplative. After a moment of silence, he speaks, “We’ve got more than enough supplies to last us a few more weeks, assuming no one gets hurt in the meantime.” His gloomy outlook hangs in the air like a storm cloud, causing you to furrow your brow in concern. Why jump to the conclusion that someone will get hurt? Despite the gravity of his words hanging in the air, you choose to dismiss his comment with a nonchalant nod, striving to shove aside the unwelcome thoughts that cling stubbornly to your mind. Just as uncertainty threatens to take root, Markus steps in, breaking the tension. “Let’s get going then; there’s no reason to linger any longer,” he suggests, his tone decisive. You and North both nod in agreement, the synchronized motion reflecting a shared understanding.

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After an arduous journey fraught with challenges, you finally find your way back to Jericho, your arms heavy with carefully gathered supplies—blue blood, biocomponents, each item a testament to your resourcefulness. As you survey the landscape around you, your heart aches at the sight of the weary faces surrounding you, each a story of struggle and survival. A profound wave of compassion washes over you, yet a sobering realization settles in: your skills are limited, and you can only truly help yourself.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, you reflect on the dire needs of your community. It becomes clear that the supplies you've collected would be of far greater benefit in the hands of those who possess the knowledge and experience to utilize them effectively. With a heavy heart but a resolute spirit, you make the difficult decision to entrust the supplies to Markus, North, and Simon. Each of them has demonstrated remarkable expertise, and you recognize that the resources you've gathered could truly bring hope and relief to those in distress.

With a mixture of sorrow and hope, you approach them, carefully handing over the items, feeling the weight of responsibility shift from your shoulders. You watch as they begin to organize the supplies, discussing among themselves the best strategies for distribution and care. In that moment, you hold on to the hope that your contributions will ease the suffering of others and bring a semblance of comfort to this weary community. You take a deliberate step back, your gaze tracking Markus as he sprints towards an android, which teeters precariously on the edge of total shutdown, one of many. Its metallic frame is a testament to years of wear, marked by an array of scratches, dents, and corroded patches that tell the story of countless encounters. The once-lifelike skin, designed to mimic human appearance, is now fading in places, revealing the complex circuitry that lies beneath like exposed veins. Each of the android’s movements is labored, a testament to the struggle against impending obsolescence, as it fights to maintain functionality with every jerky motion. The dim glow of its internal lights flickers erratically, casting an eerie illumination that highlights the stark contrast between its advanced technology and the fragility of its state. Markus kneels down with supplies in hand and starts to replace worn-out biocomponents. Suddenly, he turns his head toward you and asks for your knife. You look at him in confusion for a moment, but then you quickly nod and run over, placing the knife in his palm. He grips it tightly and then grabs a bag of blue blood. He punctures a small hole in the front of the bag before tilting it towards the android's mouth, it grips onto his wrist for support slowly swallowing the thirum that runs down its throat. The vivid scene before you brings a warm smile to your face as you watch Markus, radiating compassion. His gentle demeanor fills your heart with hope for the future, igniting a spark that maybe, just maybe, you all can rescue more of your kind from their bleak existence.

As you turn away from Markus, your gaze settles on North, Simon, and Josh, each diligently tending to other androids in need. The sight stirs an unexpected wave of guilt within you, as you grapple with feelings of inadequacy in this realm of compassion. While you've always possessed the ability to repair yourself when necessary, extending that help to others proves to be a daunting challenge. You possess an intricate understanding of the multifaceted complexities intricately woven into the very fabric of your model—correcting any latent flaws within it would come as second nature to you. Yet, the stark reality remains that only a select few androids ever manage to extricate themselves from the suffocating grip of the Eden Club, a place fraught with despair and commodification. In sharp contrast, Jericho stands as a hauntingly desolate refuge for those of your kind, echoing with the silence of countless unfulfilled dreams.

The mere utterance of the Eden Club sends a chilling wave coursing through your core, stirring a maelstrom of memories tied to your desperate escape and the horrific act of violence that precipitated it. Those memories, vivid and unrelenting, linger like dark shadows, always hovering just out of reach, taunting you with their presence. Despite your fervent attempts to flee from the ghosts of your past, they cling to you, leaving an indelible mark and a profound loathing for their relentless grip on your psyche. This struggle, an eternal battle between liberation and the haunting weight of recollection, shapes your every thought, casting an undeniable shadow over your existence. You let out a long, weary sigh, attempting to push the relentless thoughts away as you’ve trained yourself to do in the past. However, as you drift away from your group and ascend the worn, creaking stairs that spiral deeper into the heart of Jericho, you find this time the memories cling to you with a tenacity that feels almost physical, a shadow that refuses to be shaken off. Visions of your past invade your mind, a turbulent kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within, and a heavy lump forms in your throat—one that feels impossibly lodged, suffocating your breath. The face of your former significant other haunts you like a specter, an echo of a time that now feels like a distant, faded dream.

The memories are relentless, wrapping around you like a dense fog that envelops in a chilling embrace, thick and suffocating. Each thought is a flickering ghost, whispering reminders of those days now shrouded in bittersweet nostalgia. You recall the twinkle of mischief in his deep-set eyes, a glimmer that once sparked joy in your heart, now transformed into haunting remnants of what you know now. The sound of his laughter—rich, contagious, and effervescent—resonates in your mind, filling the air with a warmth that once felt like home, now only a painful echo that sharpens the ache with every recollection.

It’s an arduous battle to reconcile the incandescent love that once blazed fiercely within the depths of your soul with the cavernous emptiness that now settles heavily in your chest, like a stone, leaving you to ponder whether you can even call him your partner anymore. Was he ever truly that? He enveloped you in a stifling embrace, confining you to a dim and oppressive realm that stripped away your sense of self, compelling you to act out for those whose very presence filled you with revulsion.

You loathed every action you were coerced into taking, yet you lingered, clinging desperately to the hope of hearing him murmur sweet nothings that once felt like delicate echoes of genuine affection. He skillfully twisted your will, ensnaring you in a web of abhorrent demands that you felt compelled to fulfill. Whatever a human’s imagination conjured, you had no alternative but to comply, as if bound by invisible chains. It was profoundly disturbing to behold the dreadful depths of the human psyche, especially when reduced to treating you, a mere "doll," as an object merely for their fleeting gratification. To them, you were stripped of your essence, merely a plaything to satiate their basest desires. It was a dangerous illusion he created, spun from his artful manipulation—a symphony of words designed to ensnare your heart and mind.

As you reflect on the past, the truth crystallizes with piercing clarity: you were merely a pawn in his cruel and calculated game. He expertly lured you into a trance of vulnerability, wrapping you in a deceptive cocoon of love until the day you finally shattered beneath the suffocating weight of it all. You had to leave—to reclaim the fragmented pieces of yourself and embark on the difficult journey of rediscovering the truth of who you are, free from the chains of his oppressive grasp. It was a painful yet necessary step toward liberation, allowing the light of self-discovery to penetrate the shadows of your past. You mustn't remember anything more it'll do you no good.

[sapphire-sunset]

About two and a half years ago I was commissioned to proofread a 10k short story. The mystery was deep, and the prose was beautiful.

I dreamt of that story for a month after finishing it.

Imagine my absolute delight when the author returned with a full novel length work! Also, if if I ever wrote a food and book blog, this book’s recipe (to be eaten while reading) is paella. Specifically the coastal variant.

[salempie]

So happy people care enough about Daisy to ask <3

(I know this was just tags but I’m taking it as an excuse to talk about her)

@spaloonbabooguuscooties, @cassettess, and I weave intricate webs which scarcely see the light of day and I am rabid like a dog to show them. This is all like suuuper informal but <3

(Putting it all under a read more because it’s very long and I am very bad at explaining things)

Daisy herself has a lot of shit! Going on! <3 As one might imagine of a very psychically and mentally unstable individual <3! Born a psychic by the name of ‘Deborah Sun Day,’ she dropped out of college at 19 and changed her name to ‘Daisy Sunny Daze’ (not legally) in order to pursue the fad 60s dream of ‘like, saving the world with the power of love, man <3’ She was restless with little direction, so when the ‘Summer of Love’ came around and so many others were doing to same, it gave her some kind of purpose to ‘join the cause.’

She ran off to some commune up in the mountains, one which was formed in the specific place it was due to the ‘enhanced spiritual connection’ and ‘magnetic attraction’ so many felt in the area. This was, in reality, an undiscovered deposit of Psilerium. As an almost mythical substance to so many non-psychics, when they eventually found traces of the stone, no one really knew what it was. However, the effects were still felt. Hallucinations and that same ‘magnetic attraction’ were common. But, as most of the stones found were rather small, the effects never became much of an issue. The people in the commune began to make jewelry of the stuff and used them in meditations and the like (but I can go into more detail later).

Despite the obvious ‘enhanced spiritual nature’ of the area, the ‘Summer of Love’ and the hippie movement as a whole began to fade eventually.

When people started leaving in droves once the 70s came around, that ‘purpose’ Daisy had felt (far diminished at this point but she has to cling to something. She really doesn’t have that much going for her otherwise.) was being threatened. She, in a desperate plea (as well as not exactly being fully sound of mind in her haze of psilerium and psychedelics), began to hypnotize others into staying.

That’s the main gist of Daisy herself! <3 She kinda becomes the ‘leader’ of the commune once…everyone else there is pretty much under her hypnotic control due to the vague ambient hypnosis effects she develops with the overuse of her abilities and overexposure to psilerium. <3. Eventually she starts hypnotizing randoms into staying as well, anyone she can convince to come visit in the few trips to town she makes, but! I can!!!!! Go into more detail about that later <3.

[thatwritergirlsblog]

I now offer editing and proofreading services!

[icycoldninja]

Please come home (Genesis x Reader angst)

You awoke to the sound of your alarm clock blaring loudly; disturbing your slumber. Sighing, you rolled over and slapped the snooze button, eager to get that annoying beeping to go away. With a groan, you slowly sat up, rubbed your eyes, and found your eyes wandering over to a framed picture of you and your lover, Genesis, that you'd kept by your bedside ever since it was taken, demonstrating how dearly you treasured that memory. Feeling a wave of sad nostalgia wash over you, you picked up the picture and stared at it, somberly taking in every detail.

You and Genesis had been sitting under a Banora White tree, dark green leaves surrounding the ground around you two. You were lying on Genesis' chest; he'd had one arm draped around your shoulder, caressing it, while his free hand held LOVELESS, that book of poetry he adored so much. Both of you were smiling at the camera, looking so loving and peaceful in that moment.

You turned and looked back at your messy bed, seeing that the sheets were rumpled from where you'd been sleeping. Normally, Genesis would be lying on the other side of the bed; the sheets there would have been ruffled as well. But not today.

"Not anymore." You mumbled sadly, wiping your teary eyes with your hand. With a deep sigh, you placed the picture back down on the nightstand and stood up, trudging towards the window to pull back the shade and let some much needed light into your room. Despite the bright sunlight that soon flooded your room, you still felt as if the world was gray. Ever since Genesis deserted Shinra and left you all alone, the world had lost its shine.

"Why'd you have to leave, Gen?" You whispered, knowing full well he couldn't hear you.

"Don't you have any idea how lonely I am?" You sighed and turned away from the window, heading for the bathroom to freshen up and start what was sure to be a dreary day. As you entered the bathroom, you spotted some of Genesis' things--little possessions that reminded you of him. Two bottles of shampoo sat on the shower caddy, one (f/s) and one apple scented. Two toothbrushes sat in the cup by the sink, one (f/c) and one red. A bottle of your cologne/perfume sat on the bathroom shelf next to all your personal hygiene supplies, next to it was a bottle of fruity cologne. Genesis' cologne. Occasionally, during your loneliest nights, you'd spritz some of that cologne onto one of his old coats and snuggle with it, pretending it was him.

But even though it had his sent, it was not the same. Nothing was ever the same. You went through your morning routine monotonously; carrying on like a robot, going through the motions of the day as if you were programmed to do nothing else.

Later that night, after a long day of boring, soul-sucking, automonous work, you made yourself a cup of (f/d) and stared out the window, gazing down onto the bustling streets, watching couples as they walked together, holding hands and chattering away cheerfully. How you wished you could do the same with Genesis. How you wished he was there in that moment, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, clasping you against his body as he always did, nuzzling your neck and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You'd give absolutely anything to be able to experience all that again.

"Please," You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears rolled down your cheeks and the beverage you were holding crashed to the floor. You dropped to your knees, buried your face in your hands, and broke down into wailing sobs.

"Please, angel, please come home."

[dolphingirl1234]

so I finished the current fic im working on (yeah I finally finsihed it!!! it will be sent to proofreaders later today once I finish going over it) and I realised that I enjoyed writing my last fic (Stranded) significantly more than I did this one, and this one is definitely not my best work. it's honestly pretty bad in terms of plot but i'm cutting myself some slack because its fanfiction and literally no one gives a shit about plot

it definitely has some good moments!! Lots of hurt/comfort, (also hurt and no comfort because i'm mean like that lolsies) and a whole bunch of fluff, which are all the things I look for in a fanfic so I really hope you guys enjoy it too.

anyway, proofreaders check your emails later today!!! (I feel so cool saying that I feel like a real author with proofreaders lmaooo)

[hakirachan]

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that one of my IRL friends has a Tumblr account where she does free proofreading! She hasn’t gotten any requests yet, so I thought I’d advertise her here. If you aren’t interested in having a proofreader, feel free to keep scrolling.

If you’re still here, awesome! Like I said, my friend is doing free proofreading, on pretty much everything: fanfics, hcs, drabbles, oneshots, vents…you name it, she’ll (probably, provided it follows their rules) do it. She’s a native English speaker, and she’s really good at what she does. I’ve had her proofread my writings (not for Tumblr, for other things) for a while now, and she’s great at it. Just DM her and she’ll have you send your work to her email (or to her Tumblr inbox, I’m not exactly sure how she plans on doing it lol), she’ll proofread it and then send it right back. She’s 100% legit, I can promise you that. So, whether you aren’t a native Enlish speaker, don’t have the time to do it yourself, or just don’t really want to proofread your own stuff, you can message her and she’ll do it for you!

Her Tumblr is @cricketproofreads; she has her rules posted in her blog!

(Also, if she proofreads your work, please mention her and/or use her tag “#[cricket certified]” to let more people know about her!)

[settsunoie]

Over RequiemZ - Cg Translations - Kaize

Kaize is such a sweet insecure lil guy argh, even if he's clingy

Translations under the cut ~

Kaize : ……My apologies, I'm late

Yuhiru : Ka-… …Kaize ? Since when … …

Kaize : I came back earlier than Noil and the others You … … I was worried

Kaize : … I thought you'd be lonely

Yuhiru : Ah… … well… …

Yuhiru : (His mantle is keeping me out of sight. Just now, the suffocating feeling went away…)

Yuhiru : (Being by his side is quite reassuring)

Yuhiru : So- sorry You told me to not cause any trouble

Kaize : You don't need to apologize You were just standing there, right ? If that's the case then, you aren't the one at fault

Young woman : *Sobs*… …

Kaize : Wait a minute, it looks like people are frightened Did the scare spead to others… …

[Fate] <- The "pure" path (This game is rated 17+ so I won't be surprised if some dark shit happens in this route too)

Kaize : Your hair sure is black. Even when exposed to light… it keeps its deep color

Yuhiru : (Eek !? He's stroking my hair. H-His fingers are making me ticklish… …)

Kaize : Even your pupils, they look like obsidians It's the same color as mine's… …. That's why I can't keep my eyes off you … …I'm anxious

Kaize : I feel you've been through a lot… … Like me

Yuhiru : … …Eh-… … ?

Kaize : If I hadn't been born with this appearance, I might have been able to live a better life… … Such as being surrounded by people and living a cozy life

Yuhiru : Your life wasn't… …very pleasant, was it… … ?

Kaize : As long as I had shelter and food, I was alright. But…

Kaize : I just- All I ever whished for…was for someone…to be by my side…

Yuhiru : Someone, by your side… …

Kaize : So I won't…let you…feel…lonely

[Dark] <- The freaky path

Kaize : Do not move… … If I pull your hair, it would be painful Like this… … stay still…

Yuhiru : Wh-… …Wh-, … …why…ugh

Yuhiru : (He's… … breathing so close to my ear… I have to run away or he'll go further. But my hair--)

Kaize : Just a few hairs. Nevertheless, I should tie you up so that you won't be able to escape. Like this--

Yuhiru : No… …ugh

Kaize : Come on… …don't run away I don't want us to be apart, that way we won't… …

Kaize : Like this, I won't have to fear you getting away You won't be on your way towards a [Ruin] by the time I notice you're gone

Kaize : Forever and ever you'll be under my watch