#real-time threat detection

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🌟 Hey tech lovers! 🚀 AI-powered Risk-Based Access Control is here to shake up cybersecurity! 🕵️‍♂️ Real-time threat detection? Yes, please! 🔐 Adaptive policies for 2025 & beyond! 💡 Check out the full scoop #AICybersecurity #TechFuture #StaySaf

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K7 Total Security for Windows

K7 Total Security is a comprehensive cybersecurity solution developed by K7 Computing to provide multi-layer protection for personal computers. With over three decades of expertise, K7 Total Security leverages advanced technologies, such as Cerebro Scanning, to deliver robust defense against evolving malware and cybersecurity threats. Key Features of K7 Total Security 1. Real-Time Threat…

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The Future of Warfare Technology: The Iron Dome

In an era where civilian safety is paramount, the Iron Dome is a beacon of hope. This advanced air defense system is a game-changer designed to intercept short-range threats like rockets, ensuring that families and communities can confidently go about their daily lives.

With its cutting-edge radar and interceptor missiles, the Iron Dome can detect and neutralize incoming projectiles in real time, boasting an impressive 90% success rate! This technology minimizes casualties and protects critical infrastructure, allowing nations to focus on peace and progress rather than fear.

Inspired by Israel, the first to harness this incredible technology, countries around the globe, including the U.S., are now enhancing their air defense systems. The Iron Dome is paving the way for a more secure future, demonstrating how innovation can transform warfare into a shield for civilians rather than a threat.

As we look ahead, let’s celebrate this remarkable advancement in military technology that prioritizes human life and community safety. Together, we can work towards a brighter tomorrow where security and peace are the norms.

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AI-Enhanced Zero Trust for Third-Party Risk Management: Strategic Insights for 2025

Research projects that by 2025, 45% of organizations worldwide will experience attacks on their software supply chains, marking a significant rise from recent years (Cybersecurity Magazine, 2023).

Leon Basin | Strategic Business Development & Account Management | B2B Cybersecurity | AI-Privileged Access Management | Driving revenue growth and building strong customer relationships. Connect with me to discuss how we can enhance your organization’s PAM strategy. The Evolving Threat Landscape in Third-Party Security Research projects that by 2025, 45% of organizations worldwide will…

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Enhancing SASE with Network Sandboxing: A Modern Cybersecurity Approach

In the rapidly evolving world of cybersecurity, businesses must adopt robust strategies to defend against increasingly sophisticated threats. One of the most comprehensive and modern approaches is Secure Access Service Edge (SASE), which combines wide area networking (WAN) with cloud-delivered security services. To further strengthen this architecture, integrating network sandboxing can provide…

[hayatheauthor]

12 Red Herrings to Keep Your Readers Distracted

I’ve seen mystery/thriller authors use the same handful of red herrings too many times to count. So here are some (hopefully not as common) red herrings for your writing. 

1. The Unreliable Narrator's Bias

Your narrator can play favourites and scheme and twist the way your readers interpret the story. Use this to your advantage! A character portrayed as untrustworthy can really be someone innocent the narrator framed, vice versa. 

2. The Loyal Traitor

A character with a history of betrayal or questionable loyalty is an obvious suspect. They did it once, they could do it again, right? Wrong! They’ve actually changed and the real traitor is someone you trusted. 

3. The Conflicted Expert

An expert—like a detective, scientist, or historian—analyses a piece of evidence. They’re ultimately wrong, either due to bias, missing data, or pressure to provide quick answers.

4. The Overly Competent Ally

You know that one sidekick or ally who’s somehow always ahead of the curve? They’re just really knowledgeable, your characters know this, but it makes it hard to trust them. Perfection is suspicious! But in this case, they’re actually just perfect. 

5. The Misleading Emotional Clue

Maybe one of your characters is seen crying, angry, or suspiciously happy after xyz event. Characters suspect them, but turns out they’re just having a personal issue. (People have lives outside of yours MC smh). Or it could be a cover-up. 

6. A Misleading Alibi

At first this character’s alibi seems perfect but once the protag digs into it, it has a major hole/lie. Maybe they were in a different location or the person they claimed to be with was out of town. 

7. The Odd Pattern

Have a seemingly significant pattern—symbols left at crime scenes, items stolen in a specific order, crimes on specific dates. Then make it deliberately planted to mislead.

8. The Misinterpreted Relationship

A character was secretly close to a victim/suspect, making them a suspect. Turns out they were hiding a completely unrelated secret; an affair, hidden family connection, etc.

9. A Forgotten Grudge

Create a grudge or past feud and use it to cast suspicion on an innocent character. Introducing an aspect of their past also helps flesh out their character and dynamics as a group + plant distrust. 

10. The Faked Death

Luke Castellan, need I say more (I will)? A supposedly innocent character dies, but turns out they faked it and were never a victim in the first place. They just needed to be out of the picture. 

11. The Mistaken Eavesdropper 

A character overhears a threat, argument, etc. They suspect B based on this convo, but turns out they just came to a false conclusion. (Or did they?)

12. The Forgetful Alibi 

Someone confesses to hearing/seeing a clue, but turns out they were mistaken. Maybe they thought they heard a certain ringtone, or saw xyz which C always wears, but their memory was faulty or influenced by stress.

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“If buying isn’t owning, piracy isn’t stealing”

20 years ago, I got in a (friendly) public spat with Chris Anderson, who was then the editor in chief of Wired. I'd publicly noted my disappointment with glowing Wired reviews of DRM-encumbered digital devices, prompting Anderson to call me unrealistic for expecting the magazine to condemn gadgets for their DRM:

https://longtail.typepad.com/the_long_tail/2004/12/is_drm_evil.html

I replied in public, telling him that he'd misunderstood. This wasn't an issue of ideological purity – it was about good reviewing practice. Wired was telling readers to buy a product because it had features x, y and z, but at any time in the future, without warning, without recourse, the vendor could switch off any of those features:

https://memex.craphound.com/2004/12/29/cory-responds-to-wired-editor-on-drm/

I proposed that all Wired endorsements for DRM-encumbered products should come with this disclaimer:

WARNING: THIS DEVICE’S FEATURES ARE SUBJECT TO REVOCATION WITHOUT NOTICE, ACCORDING TO TERMS SET OUT IN SECRET NEGOTIATIONS. YOUR INVESTMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THE GOODWILL OF THE WORLD’S MOST PARANOID, TECHNOPHOBIC ENTERTAINMENT EXECS. THIS DEVICE AND DEVICES LIKE IT ARE TYPICALLY USED TO CHARGE YOU FOR THINGS YOU USED TO GET FOR FREE — BE SURE TO FACTOR IN THE PRICE OF BUYING ALL YOUR MEDIA OVER AND OVER AGAIN. AT NO TIME IN HISTORY HAS ANY ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY GOTTEN A SWEET DEAL LIKE THIS FROM THE ELECTRONICS PEOPLE, BUT THIS TIME THEY’RE GETTING A TOTAL WALK. HERE, PUT THIS IN YOUR MOUTH, IT’LL MUFFLE YOUR WHIMPERS.

Wired didn't take me up on this suggestion.

But I was right. The ability to change features, prices, and availability of things you've already paid for is a powerful temptation to corporations. Inkjet printers were always a sleazy business, but once these printers got directly connected to the internet, companies like HP started pushing out "security updates" that modified your printer to make it reject the third-party ink you'd paid for:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/11/ink-stained-wretches-battle-soul-digital-freedom-taking-place-inside-your-printer

Now, this scam wouldn't work if you could just put things back the way they were before the "update," which is where the DRM comes in. A thicket of IP laws make reverse-engineering DRM-encumbered products into a felony. Combine always-on network access with indiscriminate criminalization of user modification, and the enshittification will follow, as surely as night follows day.

This is the root of all the right to repair shenanigans. Sure, companies withhold access to diagnostic codes and parts, but codes can be extracted and parts can be cloned. The real teeth in blocking repair comes from the law, not the tech. The company that makes McDonald's wildly unreliable McFlurry machines makes a fortune charging franchisees to fix these eternally broken appliances. When a third party threatened this racket by reverse-engineering the DRM that blocked independent repair, they got buried in legal threats:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/20/euthanize-rentier-enablers/#cold-war

Everybody loves this racket. In Poland, a team of security researchers at the OhMyHack conference just presented their teardown of the anti-repair features in NEWAG Impuls locomotives. NEWAG boobytrapped their trains to try and detect if they've been independently serviced, and to respond to any unauthorized repairs by bricking themselves:

https://mamot.fr/@q3k@hackerspace.pl/111528162905209453

Poland is part of the EU, meaning that they are required to uphold the provisions of the 2001 EU Copyright Directive, including Article 6, which bans this kind of reverse-engineering. The researchers are planning to present their work again at the Chaos Communications Congress in Hamburg this month – Germany is also a party to the EUCD. The threat to researchers from presenting this work is real – but so is the threat to conferences that host them:

https://www.cnet.com/tech/services-and-software/researchers-face-legal-threats-over-sdmi-hack/

20 years ago, Chris Anderson told me that it was unrealistic to expect tech companies to refuse demands for DRM from the entertainment companies whose media they hoped to play. My argument – then and now – was that any tech company that sells you a gadget that can have its features revoked is defrauding you. You're paying for x, y and z – and if they are contractually required to remove x and y on demand, they are selling you something that you can't rely on, without making that clear to you.

But it's worse than that. When a tech company designs a device for remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrades, they invite both external and internal parties to demand those downgrades. Like Pavel Chekov says, a phaser on the bridge in Act I is going to go off by Act III. Selling a product that can be remotely, irreversibly, nonconsensually downgraded inevitably results in the worst person at the product-planning meeting proposing to do so. The fact that there are no penalties for doing so makes it impossible for the better people in that meeting to win the ensuing argument, leading to the moral injury of seeing a product you care about reduced to a pile of shit:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

But even if everyone at that table is a swell egg who wouldn't dream of enshittifying the product, the existence of a remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrade feature makes the product vulnerable to external actors who will demand that it be used. Back in 2022, Adobe informed its customers that it had lost its deal to include Pantone colors in Photoshop, Illustrator and other "software as a service" packages. As a result, users would now have to start paying a monthly fee to see their own, completed images. Fail to pay the fee and all the Pantone-coded pixels in your artwork would just show up as black:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/28/fade-to-black/#trust-the-process

Adobe blamed this on Pantone, and there was lots of speculation about what had happened. Had Pantone jacked up its price to Adobe, so Adobe passed the price on to its users in the hopes of embarrassing Pantone? Who knows? Who can know? That's the point: you invested in Photoshop, you spent money and time creating images with it, but you have no way to know whether or how you'll be able to access those images in the future. Those terms can change at any time, and if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself.

These companies are all run by CEOs who got their MBAs at Darth Vader University, where the first lesson is "I have altered the deal, pray I don't alter it further." Adobe chose to design its software so it would be vulnerable to this kind of demand, and then its customers paid for that choice. Sure, Pantone are dicks, but this is Adobe's fault. They stuck a KICK ME sign to your back, and Pantone obliged.

This keeps happening and it's gonna keep happening. Last week, Playstation owners who'd bought (or "bought") Warner TV shows got messages telling them that Warner had walked away from its deal to sell videos through the Playstation store, and so all the videos they'd paid for were going to be deleted forever. They wouldn't even get refunds (to be clear, refunds would also be bullshit – when I was a bookseller, I didn't get to break into your house and steal the books I'd sold you, not even if I left some cash on your kitchen table).

Sure, Warner is an unbelievably shitty company run by the single most guillotineable executive in all of Southern California, the loathsome David Zaslav, who oversaw the merger of Warner with Discovery. Zaslav is the creep who figured out that he could make more money cancelling completed movies and TV shows and taking a tax writeoff than he stood to make by releasing them:

https://aftermath.site/there-is-no-piracy-without-ownership

Imagine putting years of your life into making a program – showing up on set at 5AM and leaving your kids to get their own breakfast, performing stunts that could maim or kill you, working 16-hour days during the acute phase of the covid pandemic and driving home in the night, only to have this absolute turd of a man delete the program before anyone could see it, forever, to get a minor tax advantage. Talk about moral injury!

But without Sony's complicity in designing a remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrade feature into the Playstation, Zaslav's war on art and creative workers would be limited to material that hadn't been released yet. Thanks to Sony's awful choices, David Zaslav can break into your house, steal your movies – and he doesn't even have to leave a twenty on your kitchen table.

The point here – the point I made 20 years ago to Chris Anderson – is that this is the foreseeable, inevitable result of designing devices for remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrades. Anyone who was paying attention should have figured that out in the GW Bush administration. Anyone who does this today? Absolute flaming garbage.

Sure, Zaslav deserves to be staked out over an anthill and slathered in high-fructose corn syrup. But save the next anthill for the Sony exec who shipped a product that would let Zaslav come into your home and rob you. That piece of shit knew what they were doing and they did it anyway. Fuck them. Sideways. With a brick.

Meanwhile, the studios keep making the case for stealing movies rather than paying for them. As Tyler James Hill wrote: "If buying isn't owning, piracy isn't stealing":

https://bsky.app/profile/tylerjameshill.bsky.social/post/3kflw2lvam42n

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/08/playstationed/#tyler-james-hill

Image: Alan Levine (modified) https://pxhere.com/en/photo/218986

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

[mari-lair]

Here are some Sif is Out AU exclusive equipable Memories.

Memories of In The Way! If equipped Mirabelle is able to give the killing blow when the king's health is at the halfway mark! [Description once equipped: The king is an annoyance, not a threat.]

Memories of Pineapple. If equipped Bonnie can no longer heal or offer buffs in battle, they'll only show up to attack. [Description once equipped: You killed him.]

Memory of Mutual Feelings. If equipped Isabeau won't be able to gain experience but Siffrin will gain twice as much. [Description once equipped: You are loved!]

Memory of Liar: If equipped Odile will detect when Siffrin is lying (does not work with lies of omission). [Description once equipped: They are not fine.]

Memory of Home. If equipped, the time loop is broken. [Description once equipped: You feel real by their side. This is home.]

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Bouquets of Love

pairing: oscar piastri x secret admirer!reader

summary: oscar has no idea who is leaving such gorgeous bouquets for him but he’s very grateful (and very determined to find out who)

a/n1: I’m gonna need you guys to repeat after me — suspend your disbelief please

a/n2: this idea really came from sin’s discord cause we like imagining oscar dating a florist — blushing every time he’s handed a bouquet…good image

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Private Messages

Bluesky

user1: oscar has a secret admirer?!?

↳user2: oh that’s so cute!

↳user1: right?

user3: don’t worry guys they were from me

↳user4: nah sorry man they were actually from me

user5: ok but did anyone get any footage of Oscar receiving the flowers? Cause this is him —> 😳😳

↳user6: wait how did you know?? 😂

↳user7: no but be so for real i can just see him being so blushy getting flowers

↳user8: you paint such a vivid picture…

user9: i wanna know who’s leaving him flowers…does he have a girlfriend??

↳user10: none that we know of! But tbh he’s like the top of the grid for having a secret relationship

↳user9: that’s very true

Private Messages

Bluesky

user11: ohhh someone is pulling out all the stops this V-Day!

user12: oh to be wooed with gorgeous gorgeous flower bouquets…

user13: I know we’re all joking about this but damn those are pretty!

user14: I know we’re all joking about this but how is it getting to his car?

↳oscarpiastri: that’s a very good question…

↳user14: oscar!

↳user15: you’ve been seen!

↳user14: yeah I don’t know if I like this or not…

oscarpiastri: you say you saw me getting the bouquet — does this mean you saw who did it?

↳81fan: sorry king but all I saw was a person in a long coat turning the corner

↳oscarpiastri: tall? Short? Average? Hair color? Skin color?

↳81fan: literally just the edge of their coat

↳81fan: tbh I only suspect them because they were hurrying away

↳oscarpiastri: so you’re really no help at all are you?

↳81fan: you can get kinda mean can’t you?

petals_and_pedals

liked by user, alexandrasaintmleux, user, and 18,193 others

petals_and_pedals: with Valentine’s Day coming up, stop right in for (almost) all of your needs!

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user16: do you sell everything there?

↳petals_and_pedals: hahaha it seems like it doesn’t it? But no, just flowers and formula 1!

↳user16: why?

↳petals_and_pedals: our parents left us an empty shop and we couldn’t agree on anything — so my brother runs the f1 side and I run the flower side!

↳user16: ok that’s cute

yourbrother: don’t forget to mention the sale

↳petals_and_pedals: oh yeah! Everything fast is 10% off this week. Everything pretty is 15% off this week!

↳user17: ok but what if they’re both?

↳petals_and_pedals: example?

↳user17: Charles Leclerc? Lewis Hamilton?

↳petals_and_pedals: not really my style tbh

↳user17: 😱😱😱

user18: do you sell premade bouquets?

↳petals_and_pedals: we do! And they come in a variety of sizes and styles!

user19: hmmm… 🤔

↳user19: user53 do you know what I’m thinking?

↳user53: …I do damn it

user20: if we don’t know exactly what we want?

↳petals_and_pedals: we’re here to help!

alexandrasaintmleux: charles_leclerc

↳charles_leclerc: hint received 😊 liked by alexandrasaintmleux

↳petals_and_pedals: if you dm us your favorite colors and flowers we can do a custom bouquet!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: 🩷🩷

Private Messages

Bluesky

user21: I’m loving this

↳user22: right? This is a romcom book waiting to happening

↳user23: I’m writing it as we speak

user24: ok where’s the crazy good detective user?

↳user19: I’m already working on it! And I think I’ve got it

↳user24: keep us updated!

oscarpiastri: if you people are gonna keep stalking my car, I’m going to need you guys to get better at photography

↳papaya_4ever: tbh it’s more fun watching you fumble this investigation

↳oscarpiastri: I’m gonna make sure you never get to go to a Grand Prix again in your life

↳papaya_4ever: not as much a threat as you think!

alex_albon: so this is what has you spamming the chats?

↳user25: he’s also freaking out about it to you guys??

↳alex_albon: everyone who lives in his building!

↳user25: that’s funny af

↳oscarpiastri: it is not!!

Bluesky

user26: WE GOT A SIGHTING!

↳user27: can anyone tell me why im more invested in this relationship then anything else in my life right now???

user28: I’m so sat right now. I can not wait for the finale of this…

↳user29: almost worth it to get the popcorn out…

oscarpiastri: ok I’m going to need you to give me a full debrief right now

↳81_4!: …not with that attitude

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😡

↳81_4!: yeah you scare me

↳81_4!: goodbye

↳oscarpiastri: get back here and explain yourself

logansargeant: damn…I wanted this to go on longer…

↳oscarpiastri: you know I’m kinda glad you’re not gonna be around anymore

↳alex_albon: wow you do get mean when you don’t get your way

↳logansargeant: he’s always been like this — ignore it

user19: ehehehehe I solved it

↳user53: yeah you did!

↳oscarpiastri: start talking

↳user19: already tagged you on her page!

↳oscarpiastri: I like you best

↳user53: no

petals_and_pedals

liked by user, francisca.cgomes, user19, and 11,813 others

petals_and_pedals: some of the bouquets premade for Valentine’s Day this Friday! Come stop in and make the day of love a special one!

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user30: those are so gorgeous!

↳petals_and_pedals: and on sale! liked by user26

francisca.cgomes: I hear you do custom bouquets?

↳petals_and_pedals: we do! Dm us and we can get started on making the perfect one for you!

↳francisca.cgomes: pierregasly!!

↳pierregasly: got it!

user19: ahahaha got it! oscarpiastri is this the bouquet you got today?

↳oscarpiastri: it is…good catch

↳user53: good job babe!

↳user31: babe??!?

Bluesky

user32: he got the girl!!!

↳user33: always believed in him!

↳user34: really?

↳user33: not at all! It was funny watching him freak out

user35: he got the date on Valentine’s Day??

↳user36: wait stop that’s so cute…

oscarpiastri: ok I wasn’t being plagued by bouquets…

↳logansargeant: really? Could have fooled me the way you were freaking out about it…

↳user37: really?

↳logansargeant: constantly. He was terrorizing everyone trying to find out who did it

↳oscarpiastri: go back to America and leave me alone

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

georgerussell63: Finally

↳user38: it couldn’t have been that bad…

↳georgerussell63: He yelled at me for 5 minutes because I couldn’t give him any camera footage from the garage.

↳user38: Damn. Didn’t think he had it in him…

↳georgerussell63: Neither did I…

yourbrother: damn I didn’t have papaya on the bingo card…

↳oscarpiastri: it’s the only color on the bingo card now…

↳yourusername: awwww 🥰🥰

↳yourbrother: I feel like that was a threat

↳oscarpiastri: it was. Yes. liked by yourusername

oscarpiastri

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tagged: yourusername

oscarpiastri: I got the girl and now she’s the one getting bouquets

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yourusername: you’re actually so adorable…

↳oscarpiastri: obviously but you don’t have to tell everyone that…

user39: ok I’ve only had them for a couple of hours but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone then myself… liked by oscarpiastri, yourusername

yourbrother: gladly, she’s your problem now

↳yourusername: that’s not very brotherly of you…

↳yourbrother: I don’t care. Get out of the store and go have a life

↳yourusername: rude

charles_leclerc: a new daughter-in-law!

↳oscarpiastri: not yet…

↳yourusername: 😳😳

user40: google - how to be adopted into this family

↳yourusername: sorry but this one is mine

↳oscarpiastri: absolutely

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My Lawlight headcanon is that-

L fell first:

But Light fell harder:

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Yeah yeah, I'm well aware that the first friend scene was a lie from L's side and a mind game from both sides- BUT look at Light's FACE (and no Light's a good actor but this split second of '...' + transparent eyes is not a performance imho)

He's genuinely stunned (translation: L broke him for a moment there lmao it's like, during that single moment, they're the only ones in the room!) BEFORE he realizes that they are playing a role here in front of the task force. As Ryuga and Light; which is what he tells Ryuk later:

(His eyes are hidden *clenches fists* Light is emotionally affected and does not want anybody to know that L got him. Again.

Except this time, he feels humiliated in a strange sort of way.

Despite everything, including the whole 'enemies till death do we part' thing they have going on? Light enjoyed his time with L (albeit not without the collateral damage of other people dying but I digress). He DID like playing tennis with Ryuga as he tells him. That part's not a lie! L being a good friend is not true though.

L does not want Light as his friend for real. He's bullshitting as always to catch Light off guard. This isn't new. But it. is. Personal (to Light, at least).

Only it shouldn't be! This is all part of their game, isn't it? Then why does Light feel a bit...disappointed due to it not being real? In an alternate universe, would he have liked truly being L's friend?

No! Of course not, that is a ridiculous line of thought! Additionally, just 2 chapters ago, Light was like:

Can you see the lawlight and yagamane parallels here? L intends to catch Kira!Light and poses an execution threat to Light while Misa means to date Light and poses some threats of her own:

Both L and Misa come on too strongly toward Light (one as an enemy and the other as a potential ally). Light merely wants to get rid of them both so as to achieve his keikaku with ease. While dealing with Misa, Light thinks, 'I'll be killing her eventually...I can't develop feelings. That's how most idiots screw up.'

Notice how similar this is when it comes to his dynamic with L as well? He has to kill the latter eventually too and his reaction (to when he's confronted with the fact that Rem *can* kill L at his immediate request before the fiasco of Misa getting arrested happens at least) is this below btw:

The guy is truly shocked at how easy it seems to kill someone as intelligent as L. Light does not smile or seem amused. He takes this (L's future death) very seriously (I think it's the first time he does this since his first two kills). I believe it's partly due to the begrudging respect he has toward the genius detective and partly because of the 'what-if's in his mind.

His eyes, blown wide, are unreadable except for the astonished look they show. It is a rare display of emotion we see from Light (I can't seem to pinpoint just what the emotion is tho) which is quite noteworthy imho.

________________________________________

...Wow I got carried away.

The point is! Light feels a little humiliated for letting his emotions get the better of him even if it was for just an instant during which he was gobsmacked by L's lie which he wished for it to be true.

Light can rationalize it all he wants but deep down, in his heart, he'd always know that there was a period of time (however small) that he not only fell for L's lie, but also secretly under LAYERS of repression actually just wanted to live in that world- the world where there was neither L nor Kira, just Ryuga and his friend Light.

That's wishful thinking and boy would Light hate this if he acknowledged for even a second that yes, he does want that.)

Again. Light 'Developing Feelings = Idiotic Screw ups' Yagami cannot afford to deceive himself that L, on some level, wants to befriend him as that may as well cost his life if he did. He cannot get distracted as that was most definitely one of L's intentions of calling him his 'first friend'.

He'll dutifully play along as he had anticipated it a while ago:

"I like this, Ryuga. If you want to be friends with me. I'll gladly hang out with you."

Light sure looks thrilled as hell to be role-playing as L's friend lmao- like he loves mind games, he revels in duplicity, he enjoys challenges that L adds to his life so is it any wonder that the combination of all is *chef's kiss* for Light? He is so so EXCITED to be hanging out with L face-to-face + looks forward to stabbing him in the back!!

Gotta love lawlight! </3 <3

[muzansfangs]

OMG I HAVE AN IDEA!!! What about Aizen Sosuke SFW alphabet??? Aizen with f! reader

SFW alphabet (letters ‘c, h, j, k, l, z’) – Aizen Sosuke.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: fluff, domestic life, married dynamics, territorial behavior, possessive tendencies, pregnancy, a sexual innuendo in letter z;

Plot: sfw head canons about Sosuke and his relationship with his female significant other.

PART ONE.

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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?).

Sosuke is not a cuddler. Naturally, a relationship implies physical touch as a fundamental part of a healthy connection. Hand and forehead kisses are what he delivers to you, but he would never turn down your offer to give him a massage, or simply lying beside you on his king sized bed.

What he appreciates the most is your proximity. Your reiatsu lingering on his body after you leave is comforting, detecting it around him when he is making plans or talking to his subordinates strikes his ego. Having you sitting on his lap while he writes is probably his favorite way to deal with affection. Sosuke is an attentive man and, albeit he does not need much physical contact, he knows you may suffer for his algid nature and therefore he finds himself tangled into a bear hug with you during private moments.

Mostly, it happens during the night in the privacy of your bedroom.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?).

His large frame grants him the ability to wrap you in his arms pretty easily and make you feel protected. Sosuke is a busy man, most of the time troubled by projects, his mind trained on scheming to outfox his enemies. To have you in his arms might provide him some solace during small breaks.

He rarely initiate an hug, but when he does you know this is his silent and polite way of asking for your attention. You do not have to necessarily converse. All you have to do is let him cradle you in his arms, perched on his lap, his slender fingers combing your hair.

There is more emotion that he would like to show in them, but you never push it. It would most likely spoil the moment and you cannot afford him to cast you away.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?).

Jealousy does not suit him. Sosuke is territorial, but does not see other men as threats to his domain on your heart and body. He knows you belong to him, he sees the way you still get flustered in his presence as you did when you first met.

The choice of not showing jealousy, but opting for a display of power and possession over you instead tickles his ego. He just wants everyone to know you are his life companion. Nothing else matters. Why? Nobody in his right mind would ever consider approaching you, if you wore Sosuke’s scent over you with pride, or if you showed the ring on your finger.

A way to let the world see how deeply he loves you and how much you value him is draping his coat over your shoulders, whilst you walk together, or you attend an event alone. Let’s be real: he would never allow anyone to touch his belongings, unless this person is you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?).

Sosuke gives you possessive and demanding kisses, but there is tenderness in the way he moves his lips over yours. He usually grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger and cranes your neck up to capture your lips in a smoldering kiss.

His hands need to touch your face, cupping it in his hands, holding you still against his body. Besides your lips, Sosuke loves kissing your knuckles, as a sign of reverence. The valley between your breasts is one of the favorite spots he lavishes with small, open-mouthed kisses. He needs you to feel loved, especially since he does not have much time to bask into your arms.

If he has to choose a place where he likes to be kissed, this man is pretty simple and solely asks to feel your mouth over his. It is intimate, sweet, personal. Your taste drives him insane.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?).

Sosuke never felt the desire to have a child, or an offspring to leave his reign to. His vision of the world and power is pretty much selfish, firmly believing he is the only one who could ever establish peace and balance as a ruler of the three kingdoms.

However, despite that, he has no reason to mistreat kids. On the contrary, if he sees potential in them, he begins to instill doubts and his on ideals in their young minds. He might even humour them. He is not very fond of such weak creatures, who spend most of the day playing and weeping, but he values life.

Sometimes, he finds himself wondering how it would be if you got pregnant and blessed his life with the miracle of a child. He would never ask you to get rid of them. Yet, he would definitely plan the day when you get pregnant.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?).

Before going to bed, Sosuke needs to take a bath and sip on a cup of tea. Since you two started dating and became a couple, however, he added some other habits to his routine. Having you in his arms is one of them. There might be nights where he only desires the warmth of your smaller body in his arms, not minding being the big spoon, as you silently rest in the darkness.

There are times, though, when he is too stressed to find comfort in a peaceful moment of untainted tenderness. He ripped more than a gown of yours to lavish your body then. Albeit he rarely tells you what has been bothering him, you accepting him and making him feel loved make bad thoughts dissipate.

Falling asleep with you resting your head on his chest is how he would choose to sleep for the rest of his life.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I missed writing some fluff and this request was staring me down in a mean way… So enjoy this scrap! I am in the middle of writing a few long one-shots and it is taking me a little while. I apologize, but the sense of fulfillment I get from finishing a request is immense!

Likes, comments and re-posts are always welcomed!

Love,

Luce

[fazedlight]

Venture (a continuation of Ferrari)

“There’s some steel under that Kansas wheat,” Lena smirked.

Kara glanced nervously at Kal, only to note that Lena’s eyes landed on her soon after. How much do you know?, Kara thought, watching as Lena turned in her chair to glance out onto the city, explaining her orphaned background. It was a strange and disconcerting interview, leaving both Kal and Kara uncertain as to what to do next.

Kara didn’t expect to see Lena again later that day - saving her, this time, instead of grilling her (or destroying another luxury vehicle). Wherever Lena fell on the morality spectrum, she was clearly not the one behind the Venture’s explosion. She was a target.

Soon after, Corben would be shot, Kal would write a favorable article about the Luthor, and Kara would once again affirm to herself to keep an open mind. “I didn’t see your name on the byline,” Lena said, eyes almost sparkling at the suggestion. Kara smiled back, and immediately after marched into Cat’s office.

But the real surprise came when Kara got home.

A private courier came to her door, carrying a simple brown envelope. “Kara Danvers?” the young man asked, receiving a nod and a signature from Kara before scurrying off for his next assignment. Kara frowned, closing the door before tearing at the envelope. This is from Lena Luthor?

Her eyes widened at the contents. A Ferrari order slip, complete with an address in Italy and written permission for Supergirl to carry the car away. A location on a private rooftop parking garage in National City, to deliver the vehicle to. “Whenever is most convenient for you,” Lena’s handwritten note said.

She knows who I am, Kara thought, glancing up with wide eyes, before looking back down, rereading the note. How…

Well, Kara had a task.

She found herself taking off early the next morning for Maranello, soon finding herself carrying off a platinum convertible, identical to the one she had destroyed. Her fingers itched at the container, hoping that Lena would be there when she landed with the car.

Kara hadn’t expected the tight leather tank top wrapped perfectly around Lena’s body, causing Kara to momentarily drop the cargo while she desperately remembered how not to swallow her own tongue. Luckily, she had been able to catch the crate before it crashed through the roof of LCorp Tower. She placed the crate down softly on the parking lot, landing beside it. “Miss Luthor,” Kara said.

“Thank you,” Lena replied, glancing appreciatively at the car.

“How did you know?” Kara asked. How did you know who I was?

Lena quirked a brow. “Those glasses do nothing for you, Supergirl.”

Kara watched as the other woman took steps towards her, as she tugged her coat closed against the cool morning air (or perhaps to prevent Kara from being further distracted). Lena paused a couple feet away, opened her mouth as thought to speak, but hesitated - mouth closing again in a thoughtful frown.

“Are you alright?” Kara asked.

“Yes,” Lena responded, “Just- thinking about us. I don’t want to scare you.”

Scare me?, Kara thought. The note had certainly made her feel… uneasy. But Kara knew that Lena had given a critical card away in letting Kara know she knew her identity. It was a gesture of goodwill, not a threat. “I think I can take you,” Kara tried to joke.

Supersenses are a funny thing. Kara could easily detect the slight dilation of interest in Lena’s pupils, the small uptick in heartbeat. “I certainly wouldn’t mind,” Lena said breezily, resulting in heat burning on Kara’s face at what exactly that meant.

But Lena moved on. “The bigger issue is that I have kryptonite,” Lena said, “Lex’s kryptonite.”

“Kryptonite?!”

“I would never use it against you,” Lena said, “Or- well-”

“Or?” Kara asked. Or?! “You want me to believe you’re the good Luthor, who also wants to use kryptonite on me?”

“Yes,” Lena said, “For good reason.”

Kara’s brow crinkled. This is insane.

“I’m part of an old money family. A circle that receives… certain invitations,” Lena said, “To certain kinds of entertainment.”

“Entertainment?”

Lena bit nervously at her lip, watching Kara with concerned eyes. Kara found herself shifting on her feet, tilting her head in thought, trying to convey an openness that she wasn’t entirely sure she was feeling.

But it was enough for Lena. “How would you like to take down an alien fight club?”

----

Continued in Fight Club.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Ghost x Family

So, back on my cute romcom BS

So the premise. Dani, as Danny's speed grown clone, wasn't the most physically stable. Turns out, it's really hard to speed grow a clone, and even harder when ectoplasm is involved. There's not enough time for the structures to properly stabilize and that leaves the cellular structure pretty weak and prone to breaking down into goo. The ecto dejecto was just a temporary solution and other measures were needed

aka Dani had to essentially grow a body from scratch the old fashion way, so she's now physically her actual age minus a couple months

So Danny, at the age of 20, is the father of a 4 year old Dani and is trying to keep a low profile in Gotham. His and his daughter's existence is still illegal, and being the single father of a 4 year old ghost girl isn't exactly easy. Now Danny has to deal with the very real threat of CPS being called on him by a neighbor, and trying to get Dani into school without either of them having papers for their assumed identity of Danny and Dani Nightingale and money to by fake documents. He'd ask Tucker, but that requires braking radio silence and potentially putting a target on all three of their backs.

Danny, desperate, asks his neighbor Jason to pose as his significant other for a meeting. Jason agrees, but things escalated and frankly he's now emotionally invested and committing to the bit

So now he and Danny have legally been married for about 4 months according to the papers Babs made them. The fake ID, birth certificates, SSNs, and high school diploma for the Nightingales were simple enough for her to do, but man Jason is going to owe her a BIG favor for this.

They move in together, Dani goes to a good private school, Jason is effectively Danny's sugar daddy paying for a sizable chunk of all this, and they are committing to the loving married couple bit, which is hard to do when the new in-laws are detectives

The best part?

Danny has not figured out Jason is the Red Hood, and Jason doesn't know about the ghost stuff. The only one that does? Dani, and she is physically and mentally 4 and watching Jason and Danny fall in love

oh the shenanigans

OR

I've been watching SPY x FAMILY and just need the fake relationship/family turns into a real relationship/found family dynamic. Jason is basically Loid, Danny is pretty much Yor, Dani fills the role of Anya, and uncle Dick is Yuri, except he's doting on Dani.

Dick is a smart man, but I love the headcanon that Jason is his emotional blindspot. Jason? MY Littlewing? He couldn't possibly.

[snuffydoo]

Guess who made a new au

Frankly I don't make a lot of original aus especially since tadc probably has enough aus as it is..... but I had the idea and I wanted to expand upon it

This is the Song of Sorrow au

an au that follows Pomni who is a detective. She is transported into a game cartridge to find the missing people and get them out of there. However... one of the members in the circus was the reason for everyone being trapped and kidnapped with some of the humans never making a return. Pomni has to figure out who did it and make sure she makes the right call. You wouldn't want to bring the threat back to the real world.

It was heavily inspired by args, rpgs, and murder mysteries

bare with me I am sorry if this au sounds cringy and bad...

This is my first time doing something like this

okay that's all for rn

Also thank you @t0astybird for helping. They made the Zooble design <3

[vandme12]

ronin x horror gamer mc with an unhinged sense of humour in their videos who also screams easily... perchance..

TITLE ; MY BOYFRIEND EXPOSED MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL TO A SERVER FULL OF KILLERS, AND I’M CRYING IN THE CLUB 💀😭 (NOT CLICKBAIT) (I HATE HIM)

Summary :So, boom. I’ve been a horror YouTuber for YEARS, right? Millions of subs, unhinged commentary, screaming at pixels—y’all know the vibes. My boyfriend? A literal serial killer. (Don’t ask. It’s a long story.) I thought I was slick, keeping my channel a secret… but NAH, this man hacked my shit and EXPOSED ME to a dark web server full of murderers. Now they’re watching my videos, roasting me in real time, and I’m rethinking my life choices. Pray for me. 🙃💀

The relationship was… insane. And that was exactly why you liked it.

Ronin, Devil’s Butcher, the man who spent his free time painting the streets red and making sure certain people wouldn’t see another sunrise, had somehow fallen for you—the screaming, unhinged horror YouTuber who couldn’t even keep a straight face when chased by a PNG jumpscare.

It was chaos, but it worked.

You weren’t like him. You didn’t kill. You didn’t crave the thrill of it. But you understood him, in a way that made him pause. In a way that made him obsessed. You listened, you made him laugh, you gave advice when he didn’t even ask for it. You weren’t scared of him—not really. Not enough to make him bored.

You were a saint, in his words. Rotten to the core, but a saint nonetheless.

And that? That was fascinating.

Right now, you were on a video call, the glow of your monitor casting sharp shadows on your face as you leaned forward, chin resting on your palm. The Slaughterhouse server, his little serial killer-exclusive hideout on the dark web, was buzzing with activity. Your username was still a mystery to him, because you were a menace and refused to give him your YouTube handle.

“Why the fuck is your camera quality so good?” Ronin drawled, tilting his head. His devilish grin stretched wide, all sharp teeth and chaotic energy barely contained behind lazy amusement.

“You like it?” You batted your lashes. “It’s a 4K Ultra HD ‘You Suck at Stealth’ Experience.”

Ronin chuckled, low and rich. “Yeah? That why I hear you screaming in surround sound?”

Your face burned. “Shut up.”

“No, no, I’m serious,” he continued, eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. “I got into the server earlier, and guess what I find? Some random clip of you absolutely losing your shit in a horror game. I mean—flailing, screeching, actual banshee-level wailing.”

You deadpanned. “Oh, cool. You found the documentary of my suffering.”

He sighed dramatically. “And here I thought you were fearless.”

“Oh, no, babe.” You grinned. “I’m a coward with a loud mouth. There’s a difference.”

Ronin barked out a laugh. “Yeah? And what’s stopping me from tracking you down and seeing this horror for myself?”

You clicked your tongue. “Please. If you find out where I live, the scariest thing you’ll see is my sleep schedule.”

“Oooh, threats.” He leaned in, eyes narrowing. “You sure you should be teasing the Devil, sweetheart?”

“Ronin, babe.” You mimicked his tone. “I literally watched you stab a man on a livestream last week. What’s a little teasing gonna do?”

His grin widened.

Oh, he liked that.

“God, you really are a little menace,” he mused, tilting his head. “I should punish you for keeping secrets, y’know. What kind of lover doesn’t tell their beloved their little YouTube identity?”

You huffed. “One that enjoys making you suffer.”

He laughed again, full-bodied, delighted. “You’re lucky I like suffering.”

“I’m not telling you my YouTube name,” you said, grinning as you leaned back in your chair. “Figure it out yourself, Detective.”

Ronin hummed, amused. “Oh? Now that sounds like a challenge.”

“Oh, I got a real challenge for you.” You wagged a finger at the screen. “How about you put your money where your blood-stained mouth is and play a horror game with me?”

His eyes sparked with interest. “You wanna play with the Devil, sweetheart?”

“Only if you can handle it.” You smirked. “We’re playing Death by Daylight.”

Ronin’s smile stretched slow and sharp, his voice a velvet purr. “Oh, you are a little menace.”

You grabbed your headset and console, cackling as you loaded up the game. The moment the match started, you were fine—laughing, cracking jokes, and doing your best to not be absolute garbage at surviving.

Until.

Until Ronin was the Hunter.

And you? You were one of the unlucky little Survivors.

It started off fun. You ran around, trying to fix generators, dodging traps, bullying NPCs with flashlight spam. But then? Oh, then. He started chasing you.

You turned a corner and—BOOM!

“OH MY FUCKING GOD—” You shrieked, throwing your controller. “WHAT THE FUCK?! NO—NOPE—”

Ronin’s deep, sadistic laughter filled your headset.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he crooned, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Where ya runnin’?”

You SPRINTED. FULL SPEED.

“WHY ARE YOU SO FAST?! WHAT THE FUCK—”

“You’re screaming a lot,” Ronin said, chasing you effortlessly. “Scared?”

“NO, I’M JUST PRACTICING FOR WHEN I EVENTUALLY DIE!”

He cackled. “Oh, baby, you’re making this too fun.”

You threw a pallet down. He smashed through it like a goddamn movie villain.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ronin sang, voice pure menace. “You think you can hide from the Devil?”

You DOVE into a locker. Immediate regret.

Silence.

You held your breath.

The locker door creaked open.

“Peek-a-boo.”

“FUCKING—”

You flailed so hard your headset almost flew off. “STOP! STOP! I HAVE A FAMILY—”

“No, you don’t,” Ronin deadpanned. “I checked.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Mm. Shouldn’t have let me in the server, sweetheart.” He grabbed you—instant down.

Your soul left your body.

Ronin chuckled, dark and low, dragging your poor, helpless character to the hook.

“Well, well,” he purred. “Looks like the Devil wins.”

You groaned, dramatically slumping in your chair. “Bro, you are the worst.”

“I know,” he said smoothly. “And you love it.”

…Fucking hell, you did.

“Ohhh, you’re fucked now.” You grinned, cracking your knuckles as the second match loaded up.

Ronin chuckled, the sound low and amused. “Oh? That so, sweetheart?”

“Damn right. I’m the hunter now.” You leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “Time to see how fast you can run, Devil.”

The match started. You spawned in, weapon in hand, heart pounding with the thrill of the hunt. The tables had turned.

Ronin was a Survivor.

And you? You were about to make him scream.

You stalked the map, watching for movement, bloodlust thrumming in your veins. Then, you saw him.

Ronin, crouched near a generator, totally unaware.

You licked your lips.

“Ohhh, what do we have here?”

His head snapped up. You charged.

“OH—FUCK ME—”

Ronin bolted.

“COME HERE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

He cackled, dodging around a tree. “Damn, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were this bloodthirsty.”

You launched after him, voice pitching into insanity. “OH, I’M COMING FOR THAT ASS.”

He barely dodged your swing. “You say that like I’m supposed to be scared.”

“You should be, because I’m about to shove this weapon so far up your—”

“WHOA, WHOA—” Ronin wheezed with laughter, vaulting over a window.

You sprinted after him. “YOU CAN’T OUTRUN ME, DEVIL—I’VE BEEN TRAINING FOR THIS SINCE I LEARNED TO CRAWL.”

Ronin howled with laughter. “You’re outta your goddamn mind—”

“Oh, YOU THINK?!” You lunged, barely missing him. “I AM UNHINGED! I AM THE NIGHT!”

Ronin snorted. “You’re a fucking gremlin.”

“I’M YOUR GREMLIN, NOW HOLD STILL AND LET ME KILL YOU.”

He darted through a cabin, knocking over obstacles. “Gotta catch me first, sweetheart.”

“OH, I WILL. AND WHEN I DO, I’M GONNA—”

CRASH.

You slammed into a door.

Silence.

Ronin lost it.

“NO FUCKING WAY—DID YOU JUST—”

You groaned, voice muffled. “I AM SO TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT.”

His laughter echoed through your headset, genuine, unrestrained. “Sweetheart, I think you just killed yourself harder than I ever could.”

“I swear to GOD, RONIN—”

“Oh, you sound mad,” he teased. “You okay? Need me to call the cops?”

“BITCH, YOU’RE A SERIAL KILLER—”

He chuckled darkly. “Exactly. So, why didn’t you call them?”

You froze.

“…What.”

“You had so many opportunities.”

The game continued around you, but you didn’t move. The hairs on your arms stood up.

Ronin’s voice was low, dangerous, smug. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Your heart skipped. He was playing. He had to be. Right?

Your mouth opened. Closed. Then—

“…Man, shut your ass up and get back here so I can murder you.”

This was bullshit.

Ronin was built different. He was fucking carrying this match like he was speedrunning it for world records, and you were seething. Every time you got close—**every damn time—**he’d pull some stupid anime protagonist bullshit dodge and sprint off like the wind was whispering cheats into his ear.

And the worst part? He was laughing.

Laughing his whole ass off while you fumbled around like a drunk toddler with a knife.

“Nah, nah—ain’t no way, sweetheart!” Ronin wheezed, dodging another swing with the smoothness of someone who was quite literally used to running for his life.

Your controller creaked in your grip. “I HOPE YOUR PILLOW IS ALWAYS WARM AS FUCK.”

“WHAT?!” He cackled.

“YEAH, YOU HEARD ME, YOU SLIPPERY LITTLE BITCH.” You lunged again—missed. “I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU PUT YOUR SOCKS ON, THEY’RE JUST A LITTLE BIT DAMP.”

Ronin stumbled from laughing too hard. “SWEETHEART—”

“NAH, SHUT YOUR MURDEROUS ASS UP. I HOPE EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU TAKE A SHOWER, YOU FORGET TO BRING A TOWEL.”

He vaulted over another fucking window.

You saw red.

“I HOPE YOUR FAVORITE SHOW GETS CANCELLED ON A CLIFFHANGER, YOU PIECE OF SHIT—”

Ronin was gasping, struggling to run through his unhinged laughter. “WHY ARE YOU—WHEEZING—LIKE THIS?”

“I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU GET COMFORTABLE, SOMEONE CALLS YOUR NAME FROM THE OTHER ROOM.”

“OH MY GOD—”

You sprinted after him, rage fueling your every move. “I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU HEAR MUSIC, IT’S A LOOP OF A SONG THAT NEVER HITS THE CHORUS.”

“YOU ARE EVIL.”

You SWUNG. Missed. Again.

Ronin yelped, still running. “YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME—I AM SPEED.”

“SPEED THESE NUTS, MOTHERFUCKER.”

Ronin straight-up tripped from laughing so hard, scrambling back up just before you could land a hit.

“Nah, nah, you need to be locked up, sweetheart.”

“SAYS THE SERIAL KILLER!”

Ronin screeched around a corner. “AND I’M STILL FASTER THAN YOU—”

You swung—nothing but air.

“I HOPE YOUR FAVORITE HOODIE ALWAYS HAS A LOOSE THREAD THAT TICKLES YOUR ARM LIKE A FUCKING SPIDER.”

He CHOKED. “SWEETHEART—”

“NAH, I’M NOT DONE!” You saw him fixing another generator. “I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU HAVE TO PEE REALLY BADLY, SOMEONE STARTS A CONVERSATION WITH YOU. AND IT’S WEIRDLY PERSONAL.”

Ronin folded over laughing, missing his skill check. “I CAN’T—”

You whiffed a hit AGAIN.

“I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU WAKE UP, IT’S THREE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR ALARM.”

Ronin ran for his life. “YOU ARE A MENACE—”

You were foam-at-the-mouth feral. “I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU’RE ABOUT TO WIN IN A GAME, YOUR CONTROLLER DIES.”

“STOP—”

“NO, RUNNING MAN, YOU GON’ LISTEN!”

Ronin fucking fell.

You raised your weapon, triumphant.

Until—

BEFORE YOU COULD HIT HIM, THE MATCH ENDED.

You stared.

He stared.

Ronin busted out laughing so hard, he wheezed. “NAAAH, AIN’T NO WAY!”

You threw your controller.

“I HOPE YOUR DOORDASH DRIVER STEALS YOUR FOOD, YOU BITCH.”

"YOU SLIPPERY MOTHERFUCKER."

Ronin was still laughing, his voice smooth and unbothered, like he hadn’t just bullied you into oblivion.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he drawled. “You got a lotta words for someone who just lost.”

“JIMMY-ASS MAN. STUPID-ASS MAN. FUCKING BALD-HEADED MOTHERFUCKER.”

“I got hair.”

“NOT AFTER I’M DONE WITH YOU.”

Ronin just chuckled, his tone pure, wicked amusement. “Mm. Keep talking, baby. You cursing my name like this is doing something for me.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“FUCK YOU!”

“Oh?” His voice dropped. “That an invitation?”

You froze.

“…Die.”

He laughed, deep and satisfied. “Awww, don’t be shy now.”

You glared at the screen, fuming. “Hope your phone charger only works at a specific angle.”

“I already kill people for fun, sweetheart, you think that’s gonna bother me?”

“Hope every time you try to watch a video, it buffers at the best part.”

He clicked his tongue. “Now you’re just making me stronger.”

You slumped back, defeated. “I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me.”

You did not respond to that.

Instead, you huffed and started typing something on your keyboard. Ronin noticed.

“…What’re you doing?”

You kept typing. “None of your business.”

“Uh-huh.” His tone turned smug. “You forgot I can hack, sweetheart?”

You paused.

He chuckled. “If you’ve connected your YouTube account to this PC… I’ll find it.”

“…You are a menace.”

“And you’re a coward.”

You flipped him off through the screen.

Ronin just grinned. “Not down for a challenge, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s late. I gotta sleep.”

“Awww, you tuckin’ yourself in like a good little thing?”

“Shut the fuck up, dude.” You turned away from the screen, not looking at him.

Silence stretched for just a moment.

Then, softer than before, you glanced back—just a little.

“…Good night, Ronin.”

For the first time tonight, Ronin hesitated.

Something in his usual cocky expression shifted, just barely.

He stared at you, like he was caught off guard. Like he wasn’t expecting that.

Then, just as quick, his lips curled into something smaller. Less devilish.

“…Good night, sweetheart.”

Ronin leaned back in his chair, fingers idly tapping against his keyboard. His dark eyes gleamed as he smirked at the screen.

“…Alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “Let’s see what you’re hiding.”

A few quick keystrokes. A lazy flick of his wrist. And there it was.

Your YouTube channel.

Ronin grinned, low and sharp. “Found you.”

But he didn’t click on it. Not yet.

No, he was patient. He liked the chase. Liked watching people squirm.

Instead, an idea slithered into his mind—something cruel. Something fun.

He wasn’t just gonna see it.

Everyone was.

Ronin’s fingers danced over his keyboard, tapping in silent rhythm. It took almost no effort. A few lines of code. A little redirection.

And suddenly?

Your channel was shared with the entire Slaughterhouse server.

A chat full of killers, freaks, and monsters.

Your secret little safe space? Exposed.

Ronin laughed, low and wicked. “This is gonna be fun.”

And the best part?

You weren’t even online to stop him.

The Slaughterhouse server was quiet—for now.

Everyone had logged in, settled into their usual chaotic energy, waiting for Ronin to start up his usual unhinged antics. But tonight, it seemed Ronin was in a different mood.

He stared at his screen, grinning like a devil, his fingers still hovering above the keys. The server's usual gang was online: Angelic, the femme fatale with a YouTube empire of her own; Misaki, the quirky hitman who never had a quiet moment; V, the cold vigilante who kept a rigid moral code; Vince, the nostalgic slasher; Felicite, the retired killer now pretending to be a normal university student; Luca, the surfer who somehow found himself in the world of murder; and Ai Hua, the ever-distant enigma.

Ronin didn’t waste any time. He quickly typed into the chat:

“Guess what I found, my darlings... Y/N’s YouTube channel.”

Angel immediately pinged. @angelicc

"Oh no..." Angelic's message was short, but it had that tone—the one that said she knew exactly what kind of hell Ronin was about to unleash.

The other members started popping up, one after another, curiosity piqued.

V (K9): “...What? Are you serious?”

Ronin leaned back, watching the chaos unfold. He loved seeing everyone scramble. “Aiooo… look at this.” He dropped the link into the chat for everyone to see.

@angelicc: “Wait, wait, wait—this can’t be real.”

(LUCAA) “WHAT?! They have millions of subscribers? This is—this is insane. What’s their content? That’s... SO COOL!”

Misaki, the ever-energetic hitman, followed up almost immediately.

@hitmeuppp: “I CAN’T EVEN—YOU'RE TELLING ME Y/N’S A HORROR GAMER YOUTUBER??! PMG, I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING. WHAT'S THE CHANNEL NAME?!”

Ronin grinned, watching them all react. His fingers danced across the keys, typing out a response.

“Oh, just a little horror gamer channel,” he replied, his words dripping with mock sweetness. “But I don’t think Y/N would want anyone to know about it.”

He didn’t give them the full name—he wasn’t that kind to them.

Luca (LUCA_IS_SO_COOL): “WTF, bro, I thought they were just some random writer— THEY’RE A YOUTUBER??”

Everyone’s reactions were flying through the chat, a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Everyone except for Ronin, who sat back and savored the moment.

“Y/N is a YouTuber.” He said it again, just to let the weight of it sink in. “But don’t worry, I’m not giving away the channel name just yet. Let’s keep things fun, huh?”

V (K9): “You’re seriously going to hold it over us like that?”

Ronin laughed, leaning into the drama. “What can I say? I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. But I will tell you this… Y/N’s channel is pretty damn cool.”

Felicite (RetiredKiller): “Wait, is this the Y/N I think it is?”

@hitmeuppp: “You mean the one with the killer humor and scream-worthy reactions?”

“Bingo,” Ronin said, eyes glinting with satisfaction.

But the excitement didn’t stop there. Ronin could feel the hunger growing in the chat. Everyone wanted more.

@angelicc: “...If we’re all spilling secrets, then tell me, Ronin. Why is Y/N so special to you?”

The room went silent for a moment, and Ronin couldn’t help but chuckle at the underlying question. Oh, they were getting too close.

V (K9): "Don't."

The chat stuttered to a halt.

Ronin, lounging in his chair, cocked an eyebrow. "Damn, K9, you sound serious."

V (K9): "I am serious. Don’t reveal their channel. It’s a safety risk."

Angel, usually the first to tease, kept quiet. Felicite, too. Even Misaki, who had been all caps screaming just a second ago, paused.

But Ronin?

Ronin grinned.

"Aww, V, you care."

V (K9): "No, I care about reckless decisions."

Luca chimed in, "V, c'mon, it’s not like we’re about to dox them or some shit."

V (K9): "Doesn’t matter. Their online presence is a vulnerability. The moment someone outside this server recognizes them, they're a target. And that means complications."

Silence.

Then—

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ronin waved it off like it was nothing. "Good thing we’re not telling anyone, then."

V (K9): "...Then drop it."

Ronin chuckled. "Nah."

A new notification popped up.

Ronin started a voice call.

Ronin (goreboy): "Alright, bitches. We’re watching one of their videos. Get in VC."

V (K9): "...Ronin."

"Relax, dad," Ronin cooed mockingly. "No one outside this server is seeing shit. It’s just us. And I, for one, wanna see what my darling's been up to."

Hitmeuppp joined immediately. "FUCK YEAH, SCREEN SHARE IT."

Angel sighed, but she joined, too. "I swear to god, if it’s cringey—"

Felicite: "I mean, now I’m curious."

Luca: "Bro, this is actually wild. Are we really about to watch Y/N’s content?"

V didn't move.

"...V?" Ronin drawled. "You gonna join us, or you gonna sit there and sulk like a divorced dad on Christmas?"

V exhaled slowly. Then, finally, he joined.

V (K9): "If this backfires, I’ll kill you myself."

Ronin grinned. "Wouldn’t be the first to try."

Then, with a click, he started the video.

The voice chat buzzed with anticipation.

Ronin leaned back in his chair, watching the others filter into the call. He could already feel the tension from V’s judgmental ass, but he didn’t care. He had the upper hand, and he was going to savor this.

His fingers hovered over the mouse before he clicked play.

The YouTube title flashed on screen, big and bold:

"OUTLAST BUT IF I SCREAM, I OWE MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL (AND I AM BROKE)"

Ronin hit play.

The video opened with your voice—and chaos immediately followed.

"Alright, fuckers. Welcome back. Today, we’re playing Outlast, aka ‘Let’s Run For Our Fucking Lives: The Game.’ The rules? If I scream, I sell my soul. Which is fine, ‘cause let’s be real—I was never making it to heaven anyway."

The moment you appeared on screen, Misaki wheeze-laughed.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD—"

Luca was next. "Nah, why do they talk like this?!"

Angel let out a sharp snort. “This is actually insane.”

V just sighed. "Ugh."

Felicite, arms crossed, hummed. "I like their sense of humor."

Ronin?

Ronin was grinning ear to ear.

"Alright, let’s go. If you don’t know what Outlast is, congrats—you live a blessed life. Basically, I’m playing as a dumbass journalist with the survival instincts of a wet paper bag, sneaking into an abandoned asylum where everyone wants to murder me. So, y’know. A Tuesday."

Luca choked. "WHY TUESDAY?"

Misaki was dying. "Nah, I need to be best friends with them immediately."

Ronin leaned in, eyes gleaming with pure, devilish amusement. "Oh, it gets better."

The video continued.

The game dropped you in a dark hallway. Flickering lights. Creepy-ass atmosphere. Something skittered past in the shadows.

You paused.

"...Nah."

Then you turned around and walked the other way.

Angel burst out laughing. "SAME THO."

"Nope. Not today. I already know how this goes—first jumpscare happens, I shit myself, and y’all in the comments act surprised like we haven’t been through this a thousand times. Not this time, Satan. Not this time."

Ronin grinned. "They’re so dramatic."

V didn’t even blink. "They’re a coward."

"Fine. I guess I have to go forward. But if I get jumpscared, I’m taking someone with me. You hear that, God? If I die, I’m bringing company."

"—OH SHIT—"

Something lunged from the darkness.

You screamed.

Loudly.

Misaki cackled. “OH MY GOD—"

Luca was crying. "BRO, THEY SOUND LIKE A DYING GOAT."

Angel was wheezing. "I CAN'T."

Ronin? Ronin was laughing his ass off.

V, deadpan as always, just muttered, “Pathetic.”

The game continued.

You ran. And ran. And ran.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR—WHY IS IT LOCKED—WHO DESIGNED THIS FUCKING ASYLUM—"

"If I get caught I’m suing someone’s ghost."

"PLEASE—I AM JUST A LITTLE person—"

Felicite actually smirked. "Y/N’s unhinged."

"I hate this. I hate everything. I am so close to throwing my controller. If a jumpscare happens, I am not responsible for my actions."

"—OH YOU BIG BITCH—"

A monster appeared out of nowhere. Right in your face.

You shrieked.

"I HOPE YOUR PILLOW IS ALWAYS WARM ON BOTH SIDES."

Luca gasped. "OH, NAH, THAT’S EVIL."

"I HOPE EVERY TIME YOU PUT ON SOCKS, THEY’RE JUST A LITTLE DAMP."

Angel was crying. "STOP."

"I HOPE YOUR PHONE CHARGER ONLY WORKS WHEN IT’S AT A SPECIFIC ANGLE—"

"—AND YOUR HEADPHONES ALWAYS TANGLE—"

"—AND EVERY TIME YOU POUR CEREAL, YOU RUN OUT OF MILK—"

Misaki collapsed. "FUCKING STOP—"

Even Ronin was gripping his stomach.

"Sweetheart," he chuckled, "you’re a fucking menace."

But the game wasn’t done with you.

Another monster appeared.

Your screams intensified.

"NO. NOPE. NO SIR. I AM A GOOD PERSON—"

"I pay my taxes—"

"I tip my baristas—"

"I DON’T DESERVE THIS—"

"IF I DIE, I’M HAUNTING EVERYONE—"

V sighed heavily. "This is ridiculous."

Ronin just smirked. "What, V? Not a fan?"

V, voice completely flat: "I hate them."

Misaki wheezed. "V, my guy, I have never heard you sound this pissed."

Ronin let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, but we’re not done yet."

The video hit its peak.

"Alright, final chase sequence—LET’S GO, BITCHES—"

"—FUCKING RUN—"

"IF I DIE, I AM TAKING THIS GAME WITH ME TO HELL—"

"THE ONLY THING I FEAR IS GOD AND MY INTERNET CONNECTION DROPPING—"

"OH MY FUCKING—"

Game Over.

You died.

Silence.

Then—

"Welp. I hope everyone watching this stubs their toe at least once today."

The server exploded.

Luca: "FUCKING TOXIC."

Misaki: "THIS WAS THE BEST VIDEO OF MY LIFE."

Angel: "Y/N’S HUMOR IS SO FUCKED UP I LOVE IT."

Felicite: "They are… interesting."

V, exhaling through his nose: "This was a mistake."

Ronin?

Ronin was grinning like the devil himself.

Ronin was already clicking away, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

The next video title appeared, and the moment everyone read it, the laughter started all over again.

"PLAYING P.T. BUT THE DEMON IS SIMPING FOR ME (AND YES, IT'S A FETISH NOW)"

Ronin: "Get ready, kids."

The video opened with you on screen again, but this time, you were in a creepy hallway, staring down a flickering light, the atmosphere ominously quiet. The game, P.T., was known for its unnerving tension, but of course, you were having the time of your life.

"Alright, welcome back, everyone, to me screaming for my life in yet another horror game. Today we’re playing P.T., and I’m so fucking ready to die, I can already feel my heart giving up."

Luca's voice popped up. "P.T.? P.T.?! I love that one."

Misaki’s voice followed, filled with mock enthusiasm. "Oooh, scary."

V muted himself. He was done. Too much.

But it didn’t stop Ronin from grinning even harder. "Shut up, all of you. Just watch."

The tension in the game was already crushing, the haunted house creeping around every corner, but you weren’t letting it get to you. You weren’t going to let it drag you down.

"Okay, so—what’s the plan? Find the baby head in the wall and, like… fight a ghost or some shit? Oh, I hope it’s not the weird demon. I already hate the way it stares at me."

Misaki could barely speak through their laughter. "HOLY SHIT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN—"

Luca, too, was dying. "NAH, THEY'RE JUST TALKING ABOUT IT LIKE IT’S NO BIG DEAL."

Ronin laughed, watching the chaos unfold. You had them hooked, just like last time.

Then you started walking down the hallway. And just like that, everything started to go wrong.

Out of nowhere, a dark figure appeared at the far end of the hallway.

"What the FUCK—"

The lights flickered, casting long shadows, and you could hear the unsettling sounds of footsteps getting closer, getting heavier. The demon was near.

"Oh, hell no. NOT TODAY. NOPE. NOT DEALING WITH THIS SHIT AGAIN."

You turned and ran—straight into the demon.

The loud, gurgling scream of the ghost filled the speakers as it lunged at you. But instead of a jump-scare scream, you immediately started—laughing.

"HOLY SHIT, I HATE THIS GAME—BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I KIND OF LIKE THE ATTENTION, YOU KNOW? IS THIS A SIMP MOVE, DEMON? YOU WANT MY SOUL? YOU GONNA GET IT ON A DISCOUNT?"

The VC erupted in chaos.

Misaki was laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe. "WHAT THE FUCK—NO WAY, DID THEY JUST—"

Luca, still holding back his giggles, managed to gasp out, "THE DEMON—IS SIMPING—"

Even Angel was wheezing, face buried in her hands. "THE DEVIL IS SIMPING—FOR MY DARLING—"

Meanwhile, V was still muted. But you could tell he was shaking his head. He couldn’t even deal.

Ronin, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear. "Oh, sweetheart, you’re a fucking menace. Keep going."

The video had already cut to a new section, showing you attempting to solve the puzzle in the game, all while completely losing your mind.

"Alright, let’s figure out how to—OH GOD, THE WALL IS BREATHE—WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS GAME, THIS SHIT IS SO WRONG—"

"AM I GONNA DIE, OR DO I GET THE BAD ENDING WHERE THE DEMON KEEPS ASKING FOR MY TWITTER HANDLE AND THEN DMS ME AT 2 AM ASKING IF I WANT TO ‘CHILL’??? LIKE, WHAT EVEN IS THIS—"

Luca was practically rolling on the floor. "BRO, Y/N’S GOT THE DEMON AT 2 AM IN THE DMs. WHAT THE FUCK?"

Angel snorted. "IMAGINE A DEMON ASKING FOR YOUR TWITTER HANDLE—"

Meanwhile, Ronin was cackling, clearly loving every moment of it. "Oh, I swear, I have never seen someone so obsessed with making everything worse. And I love it."

The tension in the game was escalating, but you weren’t having any of it.

The demon’s voice came through the speakers again, calling you, taunting you.

"Oh, you want me to come closer? Yeah? Come give me a kiss, you sick fuck."

The demon stopped right in front of you, its twisted face smirking.

You immediately shouted, "FUCK OFF, I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS FLIRTING."

Misaki, completely unhinged, screamed, "BRUHHHH—THEY’RE TALKING TO THE DEMON LIKE IT’S NOTHING."

Luca almost couldn't contain himself. "SOMEONE GET THEM A TINDER ACCOUNT."

Ronin snickered, shaking his head. "You know, if they just let the demon have its way, we’d probably be done with the game by now."

But you weren’t backing down. No way.

You turned toward the door, and the puzzle had finally clicked. You solved the issue.

"Alright, fuck this shit. I’m out. I beat it, I solved the goddamn mystery, and I’m gonna go cry in a corner like the rest of us would."

The video ended abruptly with you standing in front of the door. Then came the outro, as usual.

"Okay, that’s enough of this shit. I’m gonna go crawl into bed now. If you see a demon in your hallway tonight, tell it I’m busy. I’ve got too many fucking simps already. Bye."

The voice channel exploded.

Misaki: "OH MY GOD, THIS IS THE BEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN."

Luca: "BRO, THEY REALLY JUST TOLD A DEMON TO FUCK OFF LIKE IT WAS A TINDER DATE."

Angel: "I cannot with them."

V finally unmuted himself, his tone icy. "This is madness."

But even V, as deadpan as ever, couldn’t stop a tiny smirk from slipping onto his face. "…I’m actually impressed."

The laughter in the voice chat was so loud, even V muted himself, unable to hide the slight smirk that played at the corner of his lips. Misaki was practically on the floor at this point, Luca's voice wavering between choking on air and outright giggling. Angel had her mic muted to contain her cackles, and Felicite just kept shaking her head, trying to maintain some level of composure.

But Ronin?

Ronin was beaming, like a cat who'd just eaten the canary. He'd won, and he was going to relish every damn second of it. He wiped tears from his eyes, his laughter finally fading into a satisfied chuckle as he settled back into his chair.

"Y'know," he started, smirking into the mic, "this is exactly why I adore you, sweetheart. Your humor’s so fucking dark it gives me hope."

V unmuted himself just enough to add, his voice deadpan as usual, "I told you this was a bad idea."

Misaki cut in, barely able to breathe. "A bad idea? No, no, this is the best idea we've had in ages!"

Luca agreed, barely able to form words through his snickers. "I can't believe you went THERE with the toe-stubbing thing. That's psychotic."

Ronin grinned. "You guys ain't seen nothing yet."

Without another word, Ronin opened up another game.

This time, it was "The Haunting of Abaddon Manor."

The title screen was eerie—dark, sepia tones, a decrepit mansion surrounded by fog, the kind of game that oozed dread from the get-go.

Ronin clicked to begin the game, his fingers dancing across the keys as he casually glanced back at the chat, anticipating the reactions.

"Alright, alright, ladies and gents, we're about to enter Abaddon Manor. It's got everything: creepy ghosts, insane-asylum vibes, and the worst part? There's a demonic doll lurking somewhere. I don’t trust dolls, y’all. They definitely have something to hide."

Misaki: "I don't even trust dolls in real life, bro. Like, how does something so small, with no moving parts, look so evil?"

Luca: "I’m not even playing and I'm already scared."

Ronin chuckled darkly, adjusting his headset. "Well, buckle up. We’re about to do the demon doll dance, whether we like it or not."

He dove in, leading the way through the haunted manor. The atmosphere was thick, every creak and moan of the old house seeming to whisper threats into the air.

And then...

The first jumpscare hit.

"What the fuuu—"

Ronin screamed, his voice cracking slightly. But as soon as the horrifying shadow darted across the screen, he laughed. A long, maniacal laugh. "Goddamn, that one was actually pretty good."

Misaki lost it. "BRO! What are you, a fucking demon? Who laughs at their own fear?"

Luca was still half-laughing, half-terrified. "Why do I feel like I’m watching a horror movie with a psychopath?"

But it didn’t stop there.

No, Ronin was on a roll.

"Alright, alright. Now we’ve got some creepy whispers in the background. This place is a fucking nightmare, and I’m the only one who can survive it. Or die trying—whichever comes first."

The camera swung wildly, a door creaking open by itself, and then—the doll.

The doll, with its twisted porcelain face and sinister grin, appeared at the top of the staircase, watching Ronin's character move closer.

"OH SHIT," Ronin whispered, voice actually laced with genuine unease. "NOPE. NOT TODAY."

And then he started running, slamming doors behind him in a frantic attempt to escape the doll.

But then, as if taunting him, the doll’s laugh echoed through the house.

"I SEE YOU."

"AHHHHHHHH, FUCK OFF."

Ronin screamed again, but this time, the laughter that followed was relentless. He was losing his mind in the best way possible.

Meanwhile, in the voice chat...

Misaki, still trying to breathe, shouted, "Nuh-uh, fuck this! Ronin's so gone—"

Angel laughed uncontrollably. "Literally acting like a serial killer in the making."

V, deadpan as always, muttered, "Pathetic."

But just as Ronin went to explore a new room in the manor, something unexpected happened.

You joined the voice call.

You'd been quiet for a while, working on some of your own content, but now—now you were here.

The moment you entered, the others fell into an awkward silence. And then—

You heard it.

The familiar voice of Ronin, the man who had just shown you the depths of hell in his own twisted way, now speaking the very words you’d been dreading.

"Y/N—"

He chuckled darkly, the screen of his game flickering as he leaned back in his chair, still amused by the game, still completely unfazed. "I found your channel. Everyone is about to get a front-row seat."

Your blood ran cold.

"What the fuck did you say?"

Ronin's grin only grew, more sinister by the second. "I said, I found your channel, sweetheart. And I’m showing everyone. What, you think I wouldn’t share? It’s just too good. Too much fun."

"NOOOOOOO!"

You could feel your skin burn, a wave of absolute embarrassment hitting you like a freight train. "Ronin, what the FUCK, no!"

"Oh, it’s too late for that. You’re already famous now, darling. You’re mine. Ours."

You could hear the smirk in his voice as it oozed into every word.

The others?

They were laughing, but their laughter was mixed with a touch of shock.

Misaki was the first to shout. "NO WAY. BRO."

Luca’s voice was tinged with disbelief. "Y/N’S CHANNEL IS THE ONE WITH OVER TWO MILLION SUBSCRIBERS? THE FUCK—"

Angel snorted. "Holy shit, and I thought I had a good sense of humor."

Felicite raised an eyebrow. "No wonder you're so... unpredictable."

V, in his usual deadpan tone, simply said, "This was a mistake."

But Ronin was having the time of his life. His eyes sparkled with malicious glee as he leaned forward, eager to reveal every unhinged thing you'd ever said on your channel.

"Don’t worry, baby. This is just the beginning. You’re gonna love it."

You groaned, the shame creeping up your spine like an ice-cold knife. "Fuck you, Ronin!"

His only response was a laugh, deep and menacing. "Hell, sweetheart. You’re mine. We’re all gonna watch."

You sat there, staring at your screen in absolute betrayal, feeling your soul physically leave your body as Ronin continued grinning like the bastard he was.

You tried everything—leaving the voice chat, shutting off your mic, even throwing your headset across the room like a dramatic anime protagonist—but nothing could erase the unholy shame burning inside you.

Your channel. Your secret, your baby, the thing you had kept hidden from Ronin this entire time.

And he found it.

And worse, he was showing everyone.

"You—fucking—I— WHY."

Ronin chuckled, his voice oozing smugness. "What’s wrong, sweetheart? Cat got your tongue?"

"Cat got my—!? YOU—!" You let out the most pitiful wail, genuine tears of mortification well up in your eyes. "You—YOU BULLIED ME. I’M BEING CYBERBULLIED IN REAL TIME."

Angel, being the only one with a heart in this godforsaken hellhole, immediately jumped in. "Aww, Y/N, honey, nooo, don’t cry," she cooed, mothering you instantly.

"HE EXPOSED ME, ANGEL!" you sniffled dramatically, clinging onto your last shred of dignity. "MY SECRET, MY FAME, MY HORROR GAMER LEGACY—RUINED."

Angel patted your metaphorical head. "I know, sweetie, I know. He’s an asshole. A MENACE."

Ronin gasped, placing a hand over his chest in fake offense. "Angel, babe, I’m standing right here."

"GOOD," you sobbed, "Fucking cry about it."

Misaki, of course, was no help. "Pffft—oh my god. I can’t tell if Y/N is actually crying or if this is the funniest breakdown I’ve ever witnessed."

Luca was also losing his mind, barely breathing between wheezes. "Bro, this is actual harassment. Call the cops. Oh wait, you can’t. We're all criminals."

Even Felicite, who was normally the reasonable one, was giggling into her mic. "Y/N, come on, you have to admit—this is hilarious."

"NO, IT’S NOT." you hiccupped, burying your face in your hands. "MY LIFE IS OVER. I CAN’T GO ON."

Angel continued rubbing your back (spiritually, since this was a voice chat). "There, there, sweetheart. Let it all out."

Ronin, meanwhile, was still laughing his ass off, but there was something else in his voice—something genuinely amused.

"Aw, come on, darlin’," he drawled, voice drenched in teasing affection. "You’re acting like I just leaked your government files or some shit."

"YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE!"

Another round of laughter erupted in the VC.

"Come on, look at the bright side," Ronin continued, his tone dripping with amusement. "Now I get to witness the absolute insanity you put your poor subscribers through."

Misaki gasped dramatically. "Wait, wait, hold up. You mean to tell me Y/N has been saying this level of bullshit on a public platform for literal years, and we’re just now finding out!?"

Luca snorted. "The fact that people are willingly subscribed to this brand of insanity is crazy to me."

"EXCUSE ME," you snapped, sniffling, gaining the tiniest bit of your spine back. "I have millions of subscribers who adore me, thank you very much. Unlike your asses, they support me."

Ronin grinned. "Oh, I support you, darling. I just like watching you suffer while I do it."

"FUCK YOU, RONIN."

"I mean, yeah, but I feel like this ain’t the time for that convo, sweetheart," he purred.

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH."

Ronin just laughed, the kind of laugh that made your stomach flip because it was so genuinely delighted. Like he was actually having the time of his life messing with you.

"You love me," he said, grinning.

Angel clicked her tongue. "No, Ronin. I love you. Y/N is currently plotting your murder."

You sniffed, still pouting like a kicked puppy. "I hope you fucking stub your toe on every corner you walk past."

Misaki burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD. THEY’RE STILL CURSING HIM OUT."

Ronin, completely unfazed, chuckled. "Mmm. Say that again, sweetheart. But slower."

"I HOPE YOUR KNEE SLAMS INTO EVERY TABLE EDGE IN EXISTENCE, YOU ASS."

Felicite wheezed. "Holy shit."

Luca choked. "Bro—they’re actually unhinged."

V, who had been silent the entire time, finally sighed.

"Are we done?" he asked, in the flattest tone possible.