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casiia · 1 year
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OMG OMG OKAY HEAR ME OUT. ghostface ethan edging reader after reader receives a phone call from him…!!?!?!?!!!
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[ 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ]
pairing .: ethan landry x reader
genre .: suggestive content
word count .: 2k
warnings .: smut-ish (minors dni.), contains scream XI spoilers! scream plotline, threatening, mentions of a knife, soooo unedited, kissing, lingering touches, dry humping
author's note .: maybe planning on making another part to this <3 i have no idea if this is what was actually requested, but i had a lot of fun writing this! took a massive break from writing and i think i’m back, this is probably very ooc and might make no sense but i have zero experience writing thriller things like this idk. dialogue was used from the 1995 (or 7) scream movie. accepting constructive criticism, reblogs are appreciated. 
© casiia 2023 DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK
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“hey, pretty girl.”
pulling the phone away from your ear confused, you checked your screen to see who was on the other line, frowning slightly when you saw no contact.
“who is this?” setting the home phone back on it’s stand, you let the call ring out on speaker, turning your attention back to the stove.
“there’s no fun in telling you who i am just yet, why don’t you answer a few of my questions first.”
rolling your eyes, you shook the pot once more before turning to lean against the counter, the buttery smell of popcorn filling your nose. “why should i do that?” speaking over the loud crackles and pops coming from the fire, you moved around the island to grab a bowl.
“it’ll be fun. so tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”
“hm, i don’t know.” pouring the yellow kernels into the large bowl, you popped a few pieces into your mouth with a satisfied hum. grabbing the phone and turning it off speaker, you pressed it between your ear and shoulder, balancing the device steadily. “maybe, halloween? think that’s the one where that guy stalks the babysitters.”
“you think it was scary?”
“i guess, anyways. tell me who you are now.” ungraciously falling onto the couch, you picked at the pieces of popcorn that had fallen into your lap, licking your lips with a smile as a salty taste covered your tastebuds.
“can’t do that princess, haven’t finished asking my questions.”
“then hurry up and ask them already.” annoyance showing on your face, you reached across the many throw pillows and grabbed the remote —  clicking through the channels with disinterest, before going to browse your downloaded pick of scary movies.
“you got a boyfriend?”
eyebrows raising in shock, you stilled with a quiet laugh. “why, wanna ask me out on a date or what.” you teased the person on the other line, shifting in your seat as you began to ponder who you were really talking to.
“we’ll see, do you have a boyfriend?”
“no.” placing the overflowing bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, you stood to make way to your room, keeping the chunky phone against your ear.
“that’s a shame, such a pretty one you are.”
biting back a smile, you switched the light to your room on; bending down to open your drawer of pajamas, you tossed an oversized shirt onto your neatly made bed. “you gonna be this charming to me when i find out who you are?”
“maybe.”
“got anymore questions for me, or can i start guessing who this is.” unbuttoning your jeans, you kicked the pair of uncomfortable pants off . turning the speaker back on, you tossed the phone onto your pillow, pulling your tank top up and over your head before slipping on the big shirt.
“go ahead, you’re giving me such a good show.”
“what are you talking about?” picking up the dirty clothes that you had left stranded on your floor, you walked into your connecting bathroom, putting the clothes in your dirty hamper.
“hm, that’s a nice shirt you’re wearing. where did you get it?”
eyes widening in surprise, you slowly turned back into your bedroom, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the phone. “can you see me?”
“ah what a good girl! putting her brain to some use.”
“if you can really see me, how many fingers am i holding up?” walking up to your window, you peered outside trying to get a good look. sticking out your middle finger, you squinted as you stared into your dark backyard, trying to piece together unfamiliar shadows. 
“funny, one.”
“shit.” shutting your blinds in hurry, you stumbled out of your room, quickly heading back downstairs. “who is this, jason?”
“from econ? no.” 
“you better leave me alone, my boyfriend is coming over soon.” closing the blinds to your backdoor, you shuffled into your kitchen, grabbing a large knife. “he’s strong, s-so get out of here!” 
“i thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?” 
“w-well i lied!” locking your front door, you turned down all the lights, curling into a corner, knife in hand. your breath was ragged, eyes darting from place to place in worry. “tell me who you are before i call the police.”
“quit being such a brat, the fun isn’t over just yet.”
chewing on your lip, tears lined your waterline as fear overtook you. anxiety creeping up your throat with every shallow breath you took. “this isn’t funny.” you flinched at the loud noise emitting from the buzzing device, a staticy and robotic laugh filling the eerily quiet apartment. 
“you look so cute with that knife. what’re you gonna do, stab me?”
“show yourself, you coward!” standing from the hardwood floor, you paced around the kitchen, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill down your pink cheeks. frustration and anger burning in your chest, when the anonymous caller laughed again.
“careful what you wish for.”
a loud ringing echoes from the phone as the call ends, the wind whistling against the windows has you whipping your head to each sudden noise. pressing yourself up against the wall, the knife that you held a safe distance away from you.
“where are you, motherfucker.” your voice just barely above a whisper, you jumped at the sound of your doorknob rattling – a fist loudly knocking against the wood of your door. “go away! i’ll kill you.”
“baby? hey, what’s going on it’s just me.”
“ethan?” letting the knife drop to the marble of your kitchen countertop, you winced at the loud clang. running to your front door, you stood on the tip of your toes, peering through the peak hole to see your boyfriend awkwardly standing in front of you. twisting the lock, you threw the door open before jumping into his arms.
“what’s wrong? did you forget i was coming or something?” pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he circles his arms around your waist with a hesitant laugh. 
“no- no. this guy just prank called me, i was so scared.” pressing your face into his shoulder, you gripped onto his coat, muffled sobs racking from your chest. “he saw me, ethan.” 
“no, pretty, don't cry. i’m sure it was just some sick joke.” gently pulling you away from his tearstained coat, he cradled your face in the palm of his hand; wiping your wet cheeks, he pressed a light kiss in between your brows. “relax, no one’s gonna hurt you as long as i’m here.” 
“can you stay the night?” leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. “don’t think i can sleep without you.” twirling his thick brown hair between your fingers, you sighed heavily, relaxing in his embrace. 
“of course, i was planning on it anyway.” adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he squeezed your hip once nudging you inside your apartment. “don’t want these creeps lookin at you, especially without pants.”
shaking your head with a smile, you wiped your remaining tears with the back of your hand, sniffling quietly and shuffling back inside. “lock it, please.” grabbing his bag, you tossed it onto the sofa, the sound of a lock clicking easing your shoulders.
“you were really scared, huh.” ethan laughs at the abandon knife on the counter, picking it up and putting it back with the other collection of cooking knives. 
“i was, that was the creepiest interaction i’ve ever had.” dragging your hands down your face with a huff, you walked over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back. “y’should jus’ move in with me.” your words muffled, you felt his chest rise and fall with another laugh.
“i was the one that made that request, i’d rather live with you than chad.” he loosened your arms around him, dragging you around his body so you were caged between him and the counter. “i am really sorry you had to go through that, did you call the police?” 
“no, i think there are worse things to worry about. it was just some silly call.” rubbing your arms nervously, you took a deep breath, reassuring yourself of any crazy thoughts. “i don’t want to talk about it anymore, how was your day?” pulling yourself up on the countertop, you shuddered lightly when your bare skin met with the cool marble. 
“uninteresting, just caught up in some classes, i missed you a lot.” moving in between your legs, he dragged his fingers against your thigh, teasing the hem of your shirt higher up your leg. “is this mine? i’ve been looking for it.” inching his hand up your shirt, he squeezed your hip, his thumb trailing along the lace of your panties. 
“mhm, it’s comfortable. didn’t think you’d miss it much.” sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you placed your hands on his chest, drawing little circles into his shirt. looking up at him through your lashes, you licked your lips, your fingers settling at the base of his neck. “ethan…”
“what is it, baby.” bringing his other hand up to your cheek, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want me to stop?” moving to retract his hand that found it’s way under your shirt, he looked down at you with worried eyes, scared that he had read the room wrong. 
“no! no. i want you, ethan.” grabbing his wrist, you bring his large hands back to your body, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his collarbone. “do you— do you want me?” guiding his hands under your shirt, you whined softly, his cold fingers grazing your stomach. 
“oh fuck.” mumbling under his breath, he pressed his lips to your forehead, glancing down at your exposed panties; pretty and pink, decorated with a white lace, a small bow stitched right in the center. 
“gonna answer my question?” trailing along the seam of his belt, you played with the hem of his shirt, your lips lingering on his skin with every word you mumbled. 
“i do, baby. let me make you feel good.” rubbing up and down your sides with a light chuckle, he gently patted your waist. “you deserve it, such a good girl.” 
tugging at the collar of his thick coat, you pressed your soft lips to his with a happy hum, your fingers entangling in his curly brunette hair. swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to you. 
ethan grinned against your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to grind his clothed crotch against your damp panties. “s’wet for me, haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
gasping into his mouth at the roll of his hips, you squeezed your thighs around his waist yearning for more. “please, ethan.” your words blurred together as you continued to kiss him – you tugged lightly on his hair with a mewl, the bulge showing in his jeans nudging your clit.
“so needy, can’t wait–”
a deafening ring cuts him off, his phone softly buzzing in the pocket of his jacket. letting your hands fall from his hair and atop of his shoulders, you shook your head with concern. “ethan, no.”
“relax, i bet it’s just chad.” giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the red phone. tilting his screen, he showed you the number on the screen, one that he had not previously saved. “recognize it?”
“no, i wasn’t shown a number.” anxiously playing with your fingers, you kept your eyes glued to the vibrating phone. “put it on speaker.”
nodding at your request, you watched him accept the call, letting it play out loud. “who is this?” 
“hello, ethan. what’s your favorite scary movie?”
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🏷 .: @loaksbitch @sullybby @vmptears my stinky ethan landry apologist
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pippuns · 1 year
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you know how luwu cultivators used to be evil cultivators? i cant stop thinking about them recognizing the reincarnation wood coin and the name tai sui
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fraxinusprose · 1 year
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samantha carpenter: there's never been a ghostface left alive after their reign of terror. the closest there's been is jill roberts, who made it as far posing as a victim at the woodsboro hospital. kirby also mentioned this batshit theory of macher being alive, but for her own sanity, sam is choosing to believe that's an urban legend. but ... fuck. if one maniac can survive a TV being dumped on his shit face, why can't another?
it's not stu macher that brings her to this maximum security prison today. it's ethan landry or kirsch or whatever the fuck his name is. sam doesn't care, all she knows is that she can't sleep knowing that one of these bastards is still alive. so she's come to verify with her own eyes that he won't get out, that he cannot get out. it's not just her fucked up life that relies on this, it's tara's & chad's & mindy's & kirby's too. her new found, traumatized little family.
with a quaking hand (yet an iron grip), sam picks up the phone that connects her to ethan. "nice face we left you with, @legacysouls."
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rollingsins · 1 year
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all hers, part xiii
part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue
summary: You deserve everything Ghostface is giving you, you know it deep down. Why should you live while the others died?
warnings: (+18), Tara is Ghostface, mention of murder. Ghost face spoilers for Scream 1-4.
word count: 4.5k
a/n: 👀 smashed through my writers block, let me know your 🔪🔪 theories.
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You haven’t left the car - or Tara’s lap - by the time the police arrive. 
Sam greets them, watches as they make their way through the house, casing for strewn pieces of clothing, discarded weapons, footprints, handprints, anything. 
But there’s nothing to find. Ghostface is long gone. 
By the time they’re done, your anxiety is at an all time high, not even Tara’s arms around you enough to quell the fear inside you. Your chest thumps uncomfortably. Your palms are shaky, sweaty. Flashes of the mask, the knife raised against you. 
Is this how Tara’s victims felt in the end? Is this how Wes felt? 
The only difference between you and Wes is you’d survived. And he’d died innocent while you survived, guilty. It isn’t fair. You deserve everything Ghostface is giving you, you know it deep down. Your will to live is selfish, almost. 
Why should you live while the others died?
The answer is pressed to your side. She’s beautiful, as ever, squeezing your hand so tight the tips of your fingers turn white. Her knee bounces steadily, an indication of her nerves. Her dark eyes are wild, flitting from you to the house to the officers on the lawn. Scanning, as if Ghostface will jump out at any moment. God help him if he does, when she’s like this. White-faced, quietly stewing in her own anger and anxiety. You can almost hear the cogs turning in her brain as she runs wild with the possibilities of who it could be. 
The police have questions, what feels like millions of them. The most pressing is why. Why would Ghostface target you specifically? Of course, you know why. 
You don’t mention the other victims. You don’t mention Tara’s Ghostface mask hidden in a lockbox in her closet. You don’t mention the motive Ghostface had all but spit into your face. 
Someone who thinks you should pay. 
Tara, a little on edge, tires very quickly of their incessant questions. 
“There’s never a why, do you even live in this town?” Tara barks, voice hot with annoyance, “They’re random. They’ve always been random.” 
“That’s not exactly true.” It’s Sheriff Hicks. She climbs out of her squad car, slips her gun into her holster as she stands. 
Your chest tightens. She makes you so nervous. You’re so scared one of these days you’ll slip, blurt out the truth before it’s too late.  
“Billy Loomis blamed Sidney for his mother abandoning him. Nancy Loomis blamed her for killing her son. Roman Bridger and Jill Roberts wanted infamy.” She surveys you, hand resting gently on her holstered pistol, “The question is: what does this Ghostface want?” 
The back of your neck prickles uncomfortably under her gaze. You sink deeper into Tara, wear her almost like a shield. 
“Forget his motive, what are you going to do about catching him?” Tara says, arm tight around your waist, “I want a squad car here 24/7. I want officers escorting YN to school. I want a walkie talkie and a phone number so we can have direct contact with them whenever we need-”
The thought of stepping foot into that house sends shockwaves of panic through your body. You grip her waist, tight, trying to draw her attention. 
“I can’t go back in there.” You say, voice tight, “Tara, I can’t stay here tonight. I can’t sleep here.” 
If Tara’s surprised by this, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she wraps her arms tight around your shoulder and presses a long kiss to your forehead.  
“Okay baby.” She says, “We’ll stay with your parents, how about that?”
“I can post a squad car.” Sheriff Hicks interjects, “Two officers. I’ll give you their cell numbers. I’m afraid we’re all out of walkie-talkies.”
She looks at you, for the first time in a long time there’s sympathy in her eyes, “You’re going to be okay.” She promises, “My officers are the very best. But you call me if you remember anything. Anything at all that could help.” 
The moment is interrupted by the sheen of blinding headlights. You avert your gaze, blink away the stars in your eyes at the sudden intrusion. 
It’s a familiar truck, the heavy slam of the door signals the driver has exited the vehicle. You squint, make out Richie’s figure as he rushes towards you. 
“Hey. I came here as fast as I could. Where’s Sam, is she okay?” He’s out of breath, a little panicked as he scans the driveway for his girlfriend. 
“Sam’s fine.” Tara says, her shoulders tight, “YN was attacked.” 
Richie blinks. 
“By Ghostface? Are you alright?” 
“Of course she’s not alright.” Snaps Tara, “Some psycho just attacked her at knifepoint.”
She pauses, as if something has just occurred to her. Suspicion brews in her eyes. 
“Where have you been?” 
Richie draws his attention back to her. The lights of the police sirens flash across his face. 
“I was meeting some friends at a bar,” Richie says, “Is Sam in the house?” 
“What friends? You got an alibi?” Tara asks, her eyebrows drawn tight. 
“You’re not serious?” Richie stares back at her. 
The Sheriff tilts her head, suddenly interested. 
“Do you?” She reiterates, “Tara and Sam are accounted for. We’ll need to corroborate with any potential witnesses who can place you at the bar.” 
Richie opens his mouth in disbelief. He looks between the three of you, waiting for the punchline. 
“I didn’t make it there. Sam called-”
The Sheriff hums, scribbles something down on her notepad. 
“So no alibi.” Tara scoffs, “You’ve been here two weeks and the one night you go out, YN gets attacked.” 
“This is ridiculous.” Richie splutters, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, “Tara. Why would I attack YN? I have no motive.” 
But Tara’s mind is made up, she crosses her arms, glares at the Sheriff. 
“Are you going to arrest him or what?”
“Tara. I can’t just arrest people.” The Sheriff says, closing her notebook. She looks at Richie, “I suggest you outline to one of my officers the exact route you took to and from the bar. If we can place you on CCTV we can rule you out as a suspect.” 
“You can’t arrest people?” Tara challenges. There’s that fire, the one that’s been brewing for the last hour, finally emerging, “What kind of a Sheriff are you?”
“Tara.” You hiss. You turn back to the Sheriff, eyes wide, “I am so sorry, Sheriff, she’s just scared-”
“Scared?” Tara says, sounding outraged. Her dark eyes burn, “I’m furious. I have a prime suspect for you and you won’t arrest him-”
“Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean I put on a Ghostface mask and tried to kill your girlfriend.” Richie argues, loudly. 
“What’s going on?” It’s Sam, finally emerging from the house. Richie and Tara both turn to face her, matching expressions of outrage on their faces. 
“What’s going on? Your creep of a boyfriend just tried to murder my girlfriend.” Tara snarls. 
Richie throws his hands up. 
“Why? Why would I want to kill her?”
“I don’t know.” Tara says, “You tell me. Because you’re twisted?”
“You know what,” Richie says, his nostrils flaring. He points his finger at her, “It definitely wasn’t me, because if I was going to murder anyone, it would be you-”
“Stop it!” Sam yells, “Both of you. God. You’re like fucking children.” 
They both fall silent. Glare at each other. Sam storms off, presumably back into the house. With a final dirty look at Tara, Richie turns and follows her inside. 
You take Tara’s hand, rub your fingers over the back of her hand reassuringly. Richie is a little strange, granted, but you seriously doubt he’d try and kill you. You’ll talk her down later tonight, you figure. Right now; you want out of here. 
“Do you have any more questions, Sheriff?” You ask, quietly hoping the answer is no, “I need to call my Dad.”
She surveys you for a moment. 
“I think we’re all good here.” She says, finally, “Call me if you remember anything.” 
-
Your Dad is freaked, rightfully so. 
In a panic, he demands you come home. He seems to be so frightened he doesn’t even protest when you tell him Tara’s coming too. 
She’s still glaring at Richie as she pulls out of the driveway, leaving the slew of officers and sirens behind as she makes her way to your parents home. One hand on the wheel, the other gripping your thigh, tight. 
“It’s him, I know it’s him.” She stews, hands tightening on the wheel, “How fucking suspicious can he be. Meeting with some friends, my ass.” 
“We don’t know that, babe.” You say, squeezing her hand, “He’s kind of right - what’s his motive? As far as I know we haven’t done anything to offend him.” 
“I’ve been on his ass since he got here.” Tara says, “Maybe he’s sick of me. Of us.” 
“Or maybe it’s someone else.” You say, staring out the window, “Someone related to the others. Sadie has a brother, I think. One of Aaron’s friends? One of Chase’s?”
There’s a long list of people who would want vengeance on the two of you. It hurts your head to think about. 
“Cool it on Richie, please babe. If he is Ghostface, the last thing we need is him getting spooked.”
“I need to get him away from Sam,” She says, chewing her bottom lip, “If he hurts her-”
“We don’t know it’s him, babe.” You say, pressing your hand over Tara’s, rub the back of her knuckles, “Besides, if he is Ghostface, he’s not going to kill her. His beef is with us.”
It doesn’t calm her down. Her knee is still bouncing when she pulls into your parents driveway, grip around thigh so tight it’s starting to hurt. She shuts off the car and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. 
“I’ll figure it out, don’t worry baby.” She says, voice heavy. Despite the comfort she’s trying to give you, her eyes betray her. Brown, wide, swimming with worry, “No one’s going to hurt you, I promise. I’m not taking my eyes off you. You’re not going anywhere alone, I mean it. You’ll have to get used to me watching you pee.” 
You half think she’s kidding, until she follows you upstairs and into the bathroom. 
“Absolutely not.” You say, pressing your hand to her chest and pressing a kiss to her lips, “Wait here.”
“But-”
“Ghostface isn’t hiding in the bathtub, babe.” You tell her, and close the door behind you. 
You pause. Check the bathtub just in case. 
Your parents make a fuss, like you knew they would. Your mom rushes off to comfort cook, something she does best, and your Dad gets his power tools out, triple checks all the windows and doors for any shaky locks. 
If he minds Tara staying the night, he doesn’t say it. Instead, he hovers at the bedroom door, eyeing her up as he reiterates his safety mechanisms. 
“Keep the door locked,” He says, voice gruff as you climb onto the bed, next to Tara, “At all times. Front and back. I have a security specialist coming in tomorrow to install some cameras and alarms.” 
“Thanks Dad.” You say. It takes the weight of your chest, just a little. 
“I’ve got my shotgun loaded and ready to go,” He continues, “If you hear anything- anything at all - just call out and I’ll be here in a moment.” 
“Do you have a spare?” Tara asks suddenly, “Gun, that is? I’ll be a little closer, is all.” 
He watches her for a moment. That expression is on his face - the one he always wears when he sees Tara. Mild distaste, like he’s just taken a bite of something that’s gone bad. Briefly, you worry he’s going to try to kick her out. 
“I can’t give a gun to a kid.” He says, voice curt. Her brows furrow. 
“This kid might be the only person who’s able to protect her in time.” Tara challenges, “You’re all the way across the hall. What if he covers her mouth so she can’t cry out?”
“Babe.” You warn, “It’s fine. We’ll be fine.” 
Your Dad shifts his weight, staring Tara down. You know he doesn’t like her, it’s written all over his face. But if she goes, so do you. And he understands that, you know he does. 
“I have a handgun.” He says, finally. He looks at you, “I’ll give it to YN. Remember those lessons down at the cabin? You’re confident you know how to use it?” 
You nod. 
When you were younger, your Dad had taken you shooting, taught you how to fire a gun, how to load it - and most importantly, how not to hurt yourself doing it. The thought of drawing out a gun to protect Tara from Ghostface’s knife makes you feel only the slightest bit better. 
He looks back to Tara. The distaste is back in his expression. 
“It’s for her. You’re not to touch it. Understand?”
You can feel Tara fizzling next to you. Her fingers curl, and before she can give your Dad the dressing down you know she so desperately wants to give, you jump in. 
“She understands.” You say quickly, “Thanks Dad.”
“I don’t know what his problem is,” Tara complains, stormy-eyed, when he finally leaves, “I’m just trying to protect you.” 
“He’s just being a Dad,” You say, pulling her into your arms and quelling her mood with a kiss, “Don’t take it personally.”
Dinner’s awkward. 
Your head is a mess, heart pounding out of your chest every time you think of the looming threat. Tara grips your thigh under the table protectively, as if she’s afraid Ghostface might launch in any second and send the roast laid out on the table flying. 
Your Dad glares at Tara. Tara glares back at him. Your mom stares at you, worry in her eyes. 
You stare down at your plate, your appetite somewhat dissipated. 
“I just don’t understand.” Your mom says for what seems like the hundredth time this evening, “What does he want with you?”
“What does he want with any of them?” You mumble, “He’s a psycho, that’s all.” 
You push a rogue potato around your plate, starting to regret the choice to come home. At least Sam’s questions were easily combatted by one of Tara’s swiftly timed jabs. You could hardly expect Tara to snap at your Mom. 
“Let’s not talk about it.” Your Dad says, to your relief, “You’re freaking her out.” 
“I’m just saying,” Says your Mom, chewing her lip, “Are we sure he was there… for you?”
She lets it hang. The scrape of cutlery against plates stops momentarily, as the entire table takes in the implication. You frown, look up at your Mom. 
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” 
“Nothing.” She says, hurriedly. You don’t miss the glance she sneaks at Tara. 
“Seriously?” You say, “You’re blaming Tara?”
“I’m not blaming anyone.” She says quickly, “I’m just saying-”
“Well, don’t.” You snap, standing up, “God. Tell me now if you don’t want us here and we’ll go.” 
“Of course we want you here.” Your Mom says, “YN, sit down, please sweetheart-”
“I’m not hungry.” You say, scooting yourself away from the table, “Thanks anyway. Come on, babe, let’s go to bed.” 
They don’t protest as you lead Tara upstairs and into your bedroom. You slip your pants off, curl up into bed, take Tara in your arms. 
“Your Mom’s right, you know.” She says, after a quiet moment, “None of this would be happening if it weren’t for me.” 
“Don’t say that.” You murmur. You press a kiss to her head, wrap your arms a little tighter around her. 
“It’s true.” 
It is true. But she doesn’t need to think that, not right now. You curl your fingers through her dark hair, scratch her scalp affectionately. 
“You-” You hesitate, picking your words carefully, “You’ve made some mistakes. But that’s in the past now. You turned over a new leaf, remember?”
You remember it vividly. The night after Amber’s death, making her swear black and blue she’d never kill again. Promising her she’d never have a reason. She shifts in your arms and looks up at you. There’s something in her eyes. Fear. Hesitance. 
“Baby,” She says, biting her lip, “Whoever this person is. I have to kill him. You know that, right?”
Your stomach flips. 
“No.” You say immediately, “No, Tara.”
“If he’s alive, he’ll hurt you. You know I can’t let that happen. We can’t turn him in, he knows too much. It’s the only way.” 
That sinking feeling is back. The one that had been there when Chase died. The one after Amber and the one after Wes. Like everything is crumbling around you. You squeeze her a little tighter. 
“I’ll do it.” You say. The thought makes you sick. The thought of her doing it makes you sicker. 
“No, baby.” Tara says. She presses a kiss to your shoulder, “Not after last time. Look at what Wes did to you.”
“I don’t care.” You say, shaking your head, “I don't want you doing it. You can’t-” 
Be trusted, is what you want to say. The Rage is terrifying, violent, and you don’t want to reawaken it. You hold it back, pull her closer to you. 
“I don’t want that part of you back. I don’t like that part of you.” 
Tara’s quiet a moment. 
“It’s already back, babe.” She says, pulls your hand to her chest. Her heartbeat is wild, out of control, “Don’t you see? It isn’t killing that prompts it. It’s anybody trying to get to you.”
You’re too tired to fight. Too tired to admit she might be right. At the end of the day if it’s her or him, you know what you’d rather her do. 
You lean down, press your lips to hers, try to redirect the conversation. 
“You will sleep tonight, right?” 
“Not likely.” She admits, her grip on your hips tightening. 
“Let’s take it in shifts.” You suggest, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, “Half and half so we both get some sleep.” 
She nuzzles her nose into the side of your neck. 
“Okay. I’ll take first watch.”
She looks towards the handgun your Dad left for you on the bedside table, tugs it carefully over to her side of the bed. 
“You know how to use that?” You ask, a little skeptical, “You know to turn the safety off?” 
“Yes babe, I know how to use a gun.” She assures, a little irritated you asked. 
“Alright, alright. Just checking. The last thing I need is you shooting yourself in the foot.” 
“Give me some credit,” She grumbles, “That’s something Chad would do.” 
You kiss her, softly, then snuggle down into her chest. Listen to the rise and fall of her breathing, her rampant, crazed heartbeat as it pumps in her chest. 
“Remember to wake me.” 
-
She doesn’t wake you, as you should have predicated. When you open your eyes it’s the next morning, and she’s pressing a warm kiss to your lips. 
You scrunch your eyes, blink her into view. 
“Babe? Did you stay up the whole night?” She kisses your forehead, nudges a warm cup of coffee into your hands. 
“I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway. There was no point in me waking you.” 
“Baby.” You groan. Her eyes are red, tired. You press your hands to her cheeks, lean up to kiss her. 
“You’re exhausted.” 
“I’ll nap in science.” She promises, “Mrs. Fletcher is enough to put anyone to sleep. Besides. I needed to make sure you were safe.” 
She kisses you again.
“Speaking of: I asked Chad and Liv to stop by with a few supplies.” 
She reaches for a paper bag, empties out the contents onto your mattress. You sit up, interest piqued. 
It’s nothing less of an armory. You blink, hold up a small metal device. 
“A rape whistle and a taser?” You say, “Babe, how am I supposed to take this into school?”
“Keep them in your purse.” Tara says, as if it’s a perfectly reasonable request, “It’s not like they check our bags. It’s for emergencies.”
She presses a long kiss to your forehead, “But you won’t need them. I’m not leaving your side. Not for a minute.” 
“I have Chem today,” You say, heavily, “And you have English. We can’t be together all the time, Tara.” 
“We’re skipping.” Tara says, “I’m taking you home early.” 
“Tara, if the school calls my Dad and he finds out I’m skipping classes-”
“He’ll do nothing.” Tara says, fire behind her eyes, “You’re eighteen, he can’t force you home with him. And if he tries then I’ll-”
“You’re not killing my Dad.” You say, firmly. She pouts a little. 
“That isn’t what I was going to say,” She says, a little put out, “I’d give him a piece of my mind, is all.” 
You sit up, pull her into you. 
“Sorry, babe.” You apologize, soothe her with a kiss, “I’m just a little on edge.” 
“It’s fine,” She reassures, “Just please keep these on you. Please.” 
You agree for her sake. 
-
Word gets out quick. 
People stare in the hallways, everyone trying to get a glimpse of Ghostface’s latest victim. It’s unsettling, this much attention. You grip Tara’s hand tight in yours and try to ignore the leering of the other students as she walks you to your locker. 
When you reach it, Mindy, Chad and Liv are waiting for you. 
“Is it true you saw him?” Chad asks, wide-eyed. 
“Is it true he stabbed you?” Liv asks. 
You shoot her a look, open your locker and grab your books for first period. 
“Does it look like he stabbed me, Liv?” You ask, witheringly. 
“Give her some space guys,” Tara says, pushing Liv back slightly, “She’s not a zoo animal.” 
“Still.” Mindy says, “You survived a brush with Ghostface. Not many people can say that.” 
You ignore the hot flash of dread that zaps through you at the mention of him. He could be anyone. Maybe he’s even here now, watching you. Waiting to get you alone. It must flash through your face because suddenly Tara’s hands are on your waist, rubbing your back reassuringly.
“She doesn’t want to talk about it.” Tara says, a little protectively, “Why don’t we meet you guys in Math.” 
“Come on.” Mindy says, “Not talking about him gives him power. You don’t know who it is, right? Maybe we can help you figure it out.” 
“Maybe it’s you, Mindy.” Liv says, voice sweet, “After all, you’re obsessed with horror movies.” 
Mindy looks over, sharply. 
“What kind of motive is that?” She says, annoyed, “Besides, I’m not the only one who likes horror movies. Tara does too. Maybe even more than me.” 
“So Tara attacked her own girlfriend, that’s your theory?” Chad says, incredulous. 
Mindy shrugs, “It’s happened before.” 
She turns to you. 
“YN, ever get the feeling like Tara wants to kill you?”
“I’m going to kill you in a minute,” Tara growls. 
“Yeah.” Mindy nods, like her theory is confirmed, “Major Ghostface vibes.” 
“Stop it,” You say, reaching for your Math textbook, “Tara didn’t attack me, she was with Sam. And I’d really rather not talk about it.”
Mindy’s shoulders deflate a little. 
“Wes likes horror movies too.” Liv pipes up, “Maybe that’s why he ran away. He wanted us all to think he was dead so he could live his true life as Ghostface.” 
You roll your eyes. Let them bicker. As you grab your final textbook your finger catches on something soft. Something you didn’t put there. 
It’s a t-shirt, worn, gray, ACDC logo on the front. Your fingers curl around it, brows furrowing. Something hard is within the fabric. You fish it out, turn the cool plastic in your hand. It’s a DVD. Stab 2. Your stomach flips.
You slam your locker shut, white as a sheet. It draws the attention of the entire group. You feel a little dizzy, like you might pass out. Someone had been in your locker. It feels more of a violation than it should. Tara straightens, grips your hand. 
“What’s wrong, babe?” She asks immediately. 
“Bathroom.” You mumble. 
You don’t say goodbye to Tara’s friends. You tug her behind you hard and fast, not sure how much longer you’ll be able to stand upright. 
When you reach the bathroom, you slam the door closed, fish out the t-shirt and thrust it towards Tara. 
“What’s this?” She looks confused. Flips the t-shirt in her hands. 
“It’s Wes’,” You say. You take a heavy breath, try to quell the blood rushing to your ears. 
Tara swallows. Her fingers brush the DVD. 
“Stab 2.” She says, furrowing her brows, “What is this supposed to mean?” 
“I don’t know.’ You say, biting your lip, “Nothing good. How did he get into my locker?” 
“The school has cameras.” Tara says, thinking fast, “If I can get into the security feed I might be able to see who it was.” 
“How are you going to do that?” You ask,  
She bites her lip. 
“I don’t know.” 
“Please don’t get yourself in trouble,” You say, reaching for her hand. You entwine your fingers, “The last thing I need is you getting kicked out of school.” 
“I’ll be careful.” She promises. Dips down to kiss you. 
Then, she retracts, tosses the t-shirt and DVD in the trash. 
“Tara. What are you doing? What if we need that?” 
“We don’t need it, babe.” Tara assures, “Ghostface is trying to fuck with us, that’s all. Besides, the last thing we need is for the Sheriff to catch us with Wes’ old t-shirt and one of his movies.”
She pulls you in again, holds you tight. 
“Are you going to be okay in class?”
You nod, drop your forehead to her neck. Wrap your arms around her waist. Your hand catches on something in the back pocket of her jeans. You furrow your brow, then tug it out. 
“Tara!” You hiss,  mouth dropping, “You brought a knife to school?”
Tara blinks back at you. 
“Of course I did.” She says, “There’s some lunatic running around. You really thought I wouldn’t come prepared?” 
“Baby, if one of the teachers catches you with this-”
“I have it hidden.” She assures, “They’ll never see it. How am I supposed to protect you if I don’t have a weapon?”
You're more concerned with protecting her. There’s a horrible niggling feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like Ghostface has been a little too easy on her so far. The knife in her hand gives you only the slightest reprieve. 
“Let’s go to class.” She says, with a kiss to your cheek, “Do you have your rape whistle?”
You shoot her a look, tug at the string around your neck. She’d insisted you wear it at all times. 
“Right here, babe.” 
“Good girl.” She kisses you once more. 
Your fingers curl around the taser in your back pocket. Slip your phone into your backpack and head to class, Tara’s fingers entwined with your own. 
You take a deep breath. You're in school. In the middle of the day. Hundreds of students around.
Whoever Ghostface is, he wouldn't be so stupid to attack you in broad daylight.
Right?
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rashomonss · 11 months
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A HUMANS WRATH
Part XI
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a/n: so this is totally unrelated to the story and obey me entirely but if any of you are bsd enjoyers did y’all read chapter 107?? y’all almost didn’t get a new chapter of this story bc of that damn chapter. it made me want to jump off the nearest 50ft building. I wanted to die after reading that fr, so bc asagri made me cry we’re getting double angst for this chapter. anyway I’m done with my rant now enjoy!
oh and p.s. I’m putting which perspective you’re reading as since some found it confusing last chapter. the original is og MC, and the wrathful human is wrath! MC just in case it’s confusing!
warnings: slightly longer chapter, lesson 16 spoilers, descriptions of dying, choking, mentions of blood, abuse of pacts (slightly)
a success for one side
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The perspective of the original
“Lucifer was there really no other way we could have done that?” Levi asked, struggling to get up off the ground. His whole body ached and blood dripped from his mouth pooling onto the planetarium ground in heavy amounts.
“Levi close yer mouth, you're gonna lose more blood if ya keep it open” Mammon said, making his way over to his younger brother.
“Yeah there could have been a different way of doing this, we’re not all masochists, like you Lucifer” Satan spat. Blood then fell from his nose onto his shirt and he cursed in response.
“In my defense I never agreed to this” Asmo yelled. “My whole body is covered in bruises and blood Lucifer! I have a photoshoot on Monday!”
“Belphie’s out cold” Beel said, moving closer to his twin ignoring the blood falling from his face.
“That’s no surprise, Mc really did a number on him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was out for a few hours because of it.” Satan sighed.
“I’ll take him to your room, Beel.” Lucifer said, walking over to pick up the youngest.
“Lucifer ya look like you're gonna fall over” Mammon said watching the oldest slowly walk over to their younger brother.
“I’m fine,” He stated. “For now we should focus on cleaning ourselves up and heading after Mc”
“I doubt Mc wants to see us right now…” Levi sighed.
“Levi, close your mouth” Mammon yelled as blood began to fall on him.
“Ahh!” Levi screamed.
Mammon sighed and helped Levi and the rest of his brothers get up after Lucifer left with Belphie. If he’s being honest he doesn’t remember much of what happened due to blacking out halfway through your wrath episode. After you were done he and his brothers each woke up laying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them.
He honestly didn’t like Lucifer’s plan of taunting you into a pact, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted you to stay here.
You needed to stay here.
More often then he and his brothers would like to admit they really did miss their Mc. However they did love and enjoy your company just as much. Their only wish was that their Mc was just like you.
Interacting and having fun with you was always bittersweet in a sense since it reminded them of a time before the incident, a happier time before everything went downhill.
If only you could have forgiven them.
It didn’t matter how much they did miss their own Mc, because they were going to keep you here in their place. You reminded them of the personality they were used to, it was as if this other version of you currently with them had completely forgotten about the incident and moved on with their life.
Sure you had a breakdown or two about your feelings but they sincerely apologized about what happened and you forgave them, causing them to finally be able to move on as well.
They all believed everything was going great, after all you never complained or spoke about anything being wrong with them so they were blind to the truth. You went along with everything and anything they did which made them desire your attention and affection more. These demons were so touch starved for you to the point of it becoming a problem.
However they weren’t going to lie, seeing you that upset really did hurt them. Most of them disagreed with Lucifer’s first plan to make a pact with you, and the second plan made the brothers split in half. The third and last plan was the one they currently just carried out.
It was because Lucifer had the bright idea to upset you so much that you’d finally be willing to make a pact with him for your enjoyment. Belphie also making a pact with you was a bonus, after all the youngest finally got what he wanted, even if it did cost him.
As Mammon finally finished cleaning up Levi and a few more of his brothers he couldn’t help but wonder where you were heading off too. You mentioned you had something to do after you dealt with them, he just couldn’t remember what it was…
After leaving the House of Lamentation you stormed in the direction of the Demon Lord's Castle, with the intent of speaking to the prince and his butler. Nothing but pure rage filled your thoughts as you clenched your bloody fists. You were going to demand them to send you back to your timeline no matter what.
As you reached the door to the castle you prepared to knock, however before you even got the chance the door opened revealing a smiling Barbatos on the other side.
“Good evening Mc, what brings you here? If I’m not mistaken I don’t remember arranging for you to come over.”
“I need to speak with Diavolo.” You simply stated, right now you were not in the mood to make small talk with the butler.
“Ah well we should get you cleaned up first and foremost you appear to be bleeding” Barbatos said reaching for your hand.
Reluctantly you let him take it and examine the condition of your bloodied hands and arms. “Don’t worry about it, it's not my blood anyway.” You said pulling away.
Barbatos’ eyes widened just the slightest as he gave you a surprised look before trying to speak again, only to get cut off by the prince himself.
“Mc are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” Diavolo asked, slightly frantically as he made his way over to you pushing his butler aside in the process.
“Like I said previously I’m fine. I’m not the one you should be asking that question too anyway”
Diavolo looked confused then spoke. “What do you mean? Did you happen to get into a fight with some demons? Where are the brothers..?”
“At the House of Lamentation. Listen I didn’t come here to talk about them I came here to ask for help Dia”
“Of course Mc, but first I need to ask, what’s wrong? Are you in any danger of some sorts, if you are I assure you Barbatos and I can take care of it”
You sighed before speaking. How were you to go about telling the demon prince himself that you were from a different timeline? Your Barbatos told you not to mention that detail at all costs because it could somehow affect the future, however you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in a place like this. This timeline was beginning to bring out parts of yourself you tried so hard to keep hidden, who knows what else it could cause you to do if you stayed here any longer…
“I am not your Mc.” You stated.
Diavolo and Barbatos shared a confused glance at each other before you continued.
“I’m from a different timeline where different events have occurred, but somehow I got switched with your Mc from this timeline. I need your help to get back before I cause anymore damage here then I already have.”
It was silent for a few seconds, and the two who were standing in front of you stared at you with blank faces. Seconds soon turned into minutes and you began to get worried since neither of them showed any signs of responding.
Anxious now you prepared to defend your words until Diavolo smiled and walked towards you, with Barbatos soon following behind.
“Oh Mc, don’t worry I believe you, after all I could tell right away that you weren’t from here!” Diavolo laughed.
“Is that so…?” You said awkwardly.
“Of course! You’re much nicer and more understanding than our Mc. Your personality sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison. And it’s a bit suspicious when I get glares and eye rolls one day and a hug and nickname the next. No human I’ve met changes personalities that fast.”
“Ah I see…so then I take it you’ll help me get back?”
“Oh I think you misunderstand, I never said that.” Diavolo smiled.
“What?” You replied, taking a small step back.
“See, with you here the exchange program is producing wonderful results! Better than I expected actually. Well that and everyone here seems to enjoy your presence, including me. So you wouldn’t want to leave us so soon now, would you?” Diavolo said, invading your personal space. The demon prince was speaking with such a friendly tone it was as if you were having tea with him and joking around.
“I have to go home, I need to go home. Please believe me you all are wonderful but this isn’t where I belong. I feel suffocated here, and to be frank I don’t feel the same way I feel about my demons when I’m with you all.”
Diavolo frowned and sighed. “It’s okay, you’ll feel the same in due time, after all we’re all very alike right?”
Your eyebrows furrowed and you glared back at him. “No I won’t. I refuse to stay here because you don’t have a good relationship with your Mc. You need to figure out what the fuck you did wrong and fix it.”
“Don’t drag me here as a replacement to fix all your problems. Because if you do that then you are just like them. You have no concern for our feelings whatsoever.” You spat.
Barbatos then returned your glare and made his way towards you. “I understand you’re upset but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to the young master in such a manner. Don’t forget your place Mc.”
“That’s enough Barbatos.” Diavolo said, putting his hand up.
“If Mc won’t comply then we’ll just take them by force.”
“No you won-“
“Please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be Mc.” Diavolo said, and that was the last thing you heard before blacking out.
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The perspective of a wrathful human
You were on top of Belphegor on the floor as he weakly tried to pry your hands from his throat. The demon in front of you was hanging onto what little conscience he had left as he watched your face morph into a smile.
“How does it feel to have your throat crushed by someone you so dearly placed your trust in?”
Belphegor let out a choked noise in response.
“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant” you said, then proceeded to lean down applying more pressure onto his throat.
Belphegor began to bleed from his mouth as you laughed. You kept spitting out nonsense about killing him as he tried to get you off, so in the process you proceeded to get his blood all over your arms.
This scene in general didn’t look too pleasant from afar, so you can believe the brothers utter shock when they busted through the planetarium doors frantic, at the sound of choking and laughing.
At first they feared the worst and thought it to be you choking and being killed again, however nothing could have prepared them upon seeing you bloodied and on top of the youngest brother.
Belphie looked utterly horrible. His complexion was paler than usual and the corners of his mouth began to turn purple and blue accompanied by red blood falling from the side.
When he heard his brothers enter the room his head instantly turned to face them and he unconsciously reached out for them.
After a second of silence due to trying to process the situation Lucifer and Beel were soon darting towards your direction faster than you had ever seen them. In seconds flat they were ripping you off of the youngest who was still out if it.
“Mc what in the Devildom is wrong with you?” Lucifer yelled, grabbing tightly onto one of your arms. He tried his best not to hurt you, but seeing his brother being strangled by you really set him off.
“Mc stop it now” Beel said, slightly raising his voice as he grabbed your other arm. He didn’t want to see you two fight, it broke his heart. The two people he cared about the most were going at it again, he couldn’t lose Belphie, but he didn’t want to let his temper get the best of him and end up hurting you too.
“Get off of me you damn demons” you screamed as they held you up.
“Mc calm down.” Lucifer said, grabbing your arm tighter than before.
“Shut up! I’m going to kill him, he deserves it”
“Mc stop!” Asmo yelled from afar.
“No, you don’t know what it's like, any of you!”
“What in the Devildom are you going on about Mc?” Lucifer said, at this point he was soon reaching a breaking point with you and this tantrum.
“You don’t know what it feels like to be killed do you?”
“To have your throat crushed. Or to feel as if your lungs are on fire from the lack of oxygen in your system. After that is the horrible headache and throbbing pain that consumes your head and your thinking. In a state of panic like that you then feel your limbs become limp as you try and free yourself. However due to the lack of strength you can’t do anything except deal with what fate has in store for you.”
“Dying is absolutely terrifying”
“However what makes everything even worse is the fact that afterwards I have to live in the same house with the same demon who put me through all of that and pretend everything is just fine. When in fact everything is just worse”
Lucifer and Beel’s grip on you had losend the slightest as they watched you squirm. Upon hearing your words they swallowed hard, trying to come up with some type of response, but before any of them could continue you began to speak again.
“If I kill him it will all be over.”
“What will killing Belphie accomplish, Mc.” Beel asked, then tightened his grip on your arm.
“Everything! All the nightmares will finally go away, all the panic attacks and breakdowns will stop. And maybe, just maybe I can have a normal conversation with other demons without my body being terrified for my life. Maybe I can be touched by a demon and not have my skin feel as if it will burn itself. Everything will be better once he’s gone” you screamed, trying your best to get free from the two brothers' hold.
The brothers stared at you in silence as they took in the severity of your words. Had you really suffered this much without them knowing? Had their Mc gone through this as well…? How long before their Mc got over it?
Did they ever get over it? How did their Mc feel about the whole situation, they never got to talk about it after all.
How many nights did they wake up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down their face, or how many nights did they stay up because they couldn’t sleep due to the nightmares?
You went through all this trauma by yourself without any of them being there to comfort you, no wonder you were upset.
However while the brothers were all thinking deeply about your words you were on an adrenaline high with no signs of coming down soon.
“Let go of me and stay out of the way. All six if you” you shouted.
The tone was that of a command, and no later than a second you were free and heading back to the youngest as fast as you could.
Lucifer cursed himself for letting his guard down, their whole purpose was to make sure you didn’t use the pacts but that plan failed.
As you jumped back onto Belphegor you punched him in the face causing blood to spill out the other side of his mouth.
“Mc stop please, don’t hurt Belphie” Beel yelled, trying his best to break free from the pact.
It was no use because his words fell on deaf ears. You were too busy beating the shit out of the demon you were on top of.
Belphie accepted what you were doing with an occasional grunt here and there as you continued to punch his face. He did feel bad, he felt horrible honestly, but if this made you feel better then he was willing to let you get all your anger out. After all he deserved it, is what he believed.
As the youngest brothers face continued to get bloodied, some of his brothers looked away while others tried their best to speak to you, Beel was the only one who was struggling to break free so that he could save Belphegor.
“Mc…” you faintly heard from the demon in front of you.
“What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re giving up already, I’m not done with you yet.”
“Please hear me out really quick, i promise it’ll be fast” he spoke dryly.
You gave him another punch before stopping for a brief moment. “Well get on with it”
Belphegor cleared his throat and tried to sit up the best he could to look you in the eyes. Sighing he then spoke.
“I understand it’s very selfish of me to tell you something like this, but I really want you to hear me out.”
You raised your eyebrows and then he continued.
“Mc I’m so sorry. Truly I really am, I was wrong about humans, I was wrong about everything. After Lilith’s death I was filled with so much anger towards humans. However I realize now that I shouldn’t have taken it out on you because you were only trying to help.”
“I never apologized to you after because I was too scared of what you would say. I was too scared you’d never forgive me so I swept it under the rug and tried to pretend it never happened. I’m just a damn coward. Only now did I realize my brothers and I didn’t ask how you felt. We just went on with life leaving you to deal with all the trauma.”
“I apologize because you should have never had to go through an event as traumatic as dying. I didn’t realize all those things you dealt with were because of me so I want you to know I’ll try my best to fix them now, if you’ll let me. If not then I accept whatever punishment you have in mind. “
“I just want you to know from the bottom of my heart I really am truly sorry. I love you so much Mc and if you forgive me then great, however I don’t expect you to. It’s selfish of me to ask you to make that decision, so I promise to deal with whatever you want to do, if it’ll make you happy”
You felt tears fall from your eyes onto the floor making it a darker color than it previously was. However you couldn’t figure out why you were crying. How long has it been since you actually cried like this?
You hit Belphie again as tears continued to fall, but this time your hits were much lighter and softer so they didn’t actually hurt the seventh born.
“Mc, I-“
“Shut up!”
You screamed. You didn’t want to hear him right now, you didn’t want to face the fact that an apology such as that one actually was sincere and filled with emotion, unlike the halfhearted apologies your demons gave you.
You now had to come to terms with the fact that you had finally gotten an apology from the heart like you had wanted. To you it didn't matter if they were your demons or not, all that matters was that Belphegor had finally apologized.
Belphie opened his arms and smiled, waiting patiently for a hug. Your eyes went wide as you stared at him for a moment, and after what felt like forever you slowly inched closer to him,
Hesitantly you leaned forward slowly into the hug, and once you hit his chest he engulfed you with his arms. You freaked out for a second but he reassured you that he was happy you chose to hug him.
“Mc thank you for trusting me like this.” Belphie said.
You held your head low and sighed before speaking.
“Just because I let you touch me doesn’t mean everything is magically better, you demons are so naive.”
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a/n: so how are we finding about this chapter? there are a few things I do want to ask if you did notice, and a couple questions I have for y’all, you can think about these or just answer in the comments! i just want to understand what y’all think is all!
- first off, what do you think og MC did to the brothers to leave them that beat up?
- can you find the lesson 16 dialogue in the second part of this chapter?
- did you notice how wrath! MC was just happy with heartfelt apology? It didn’t matter if it was from their demons or the ones in the og timeline, unlike the og MC who didn’t quite feel filled with the other brothers apology.
- and lastly would you personally, forgive Belphie after an apology like that?
thanks for reading! <3
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simply-whump · 4 months
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Love You Seven Times (七时吉祥) - Whump List
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Whumpee : Chu Kong played by Ding Yu Xi
Synopsis : Xiang Yun was originally a cloud, but was later transformed into a fairy by the Red Thread Master and worked in the Marriage Pavilion. Xiangyun volunteered to help her master to find Immortal Chu Kong, the God of War, a marriage partner but later got caught auctioning his marriage. The two quarrelled and accidentally messed up the red thread of fate, leading to an entanglement between the two that last for several lifetimes. However, their fate started way earlier, in a memory that both of them didn't have. (MDL)
Genres : Romance, Wuxia, Historical, Fantasy
Warning! Possible spoilers below!
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Chu Kong
Ep 1 : None
Ep 2 : Staggering, holding his head, seeing some lost memories — Has a headache 
Ep 3 : Drunk
Ep 4 : Hit with a wooden bar, restrained, hit on his arm repeatedly, slashed by a sword while protecting someone, passes out, concern for him — Unconscious in bed, arm bandaged — Wakes up — Pretending to still be injured (comedic)
Ep 5 : None
Ep 6 : Holding his arm in pain (not fully recovered)
Ep 7 : Hot water spilled on his hand, concern for him
Ep 8 : Crying — Fighting, slashed by a sword, hit multiple times, crawling on the ground, watches his parents die in front of him, distressed, bleeding from the mouth, saved, half carried, unconscious
Ep 9 : Unconscious, looked after — Wakes up, crying — Struggling to walk, in pain, wound treated — Wound treated, wincing — Fighting while still injured, holding his shoulder
Ep 10-11 : None
Ep 12 : Fighting, shot, bleeding from the mouth, concern for him, cut, collapses to one knee, struggling to get up, crying — Crying, his loved one dies in his arm, screaming — Hair turned white
Ep 13 : (Flashback) Lying on the ground unconscious
Ep 14 : Crying
Ep 15 :In a wheelchair
Ep 16 : Sick after eating some mushrooms (comedic)
Ep 17 : Pretends to cough and to be weak (in a wheelchair) — Seems unwell, holding his chest, concern for him
Ep 18 : Coughing — Given medicine — Goes into a snowy mountain even though he is sick, struggling to walk, holding his chest, worried for someone, groaning in pain — Bitten (comedic)
Ep 19 : Bleeding slightly from the mouth — Coughing
Ep 20 : Fighting, spitting blood, concern for him, passes out — Unconscious in bed, pulse taken, bleeding from the mouth, concern for him, wakes up, weak — In a wheelchair, in pain, holding his chest, stabbed by someone he trusted, bleeding from the mouth — In a wheelchair, coughing — Fighting even though he is very weak, spitting blood
Ep 21 : Fighting, grabs a blade with his bare hand, hand bandaged, gives his heart to his loved one (literally), hair turned white, collapses, concern for him, dies 
Ep 22 : In bed with a stab wound, swapped soul with the female lead (comedic)
Ep 23 : Drugged, passes out, gets his soul back in his body
Ep 24 : Fighting while being injured by two arrows — Surrounded, dies 
Ep 25 : None
Ep 26 : Drunk — Attacked, struggling to get free from some dark magic, saved
Ep 27-29 : None
Ep 30 : Using a lot of power, bleeding from the mouth, passes out, concern for him — Unconscious in bed
Ep 31 : Wakes up — Struggling to resist against some powerful magic, bleeding from the mouth, worried for someone, collapses to one knee, magic used on him, groaning in pain, passes out 
Ep 32 : Hit with a very powerful magical arrow, disintegrates on the spot, concern for him
Ep 33 : Drugged with aphrodisiac, feeling hot 
Ep 34 : Briefly dizzy — Weak, holding his head
Ep 35-36 : None
Ep 37 : Enters a dangerous place, cuts on his face, spitting blood, struggling, in pain, hit by a magical whip, spitting blood — Primordial spirit destroyed, collapses to his knees, bleeding from the mouth, concern for him
Ep 38 : (Previous scene continues) Dying, concern for him, crying, dies, disintegrates 
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dangermousie · 11 months
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@aysekira has inspired me to reread Yuwu and god, it’s even better on this reread, even a few chapters in!
All the things: (1) Mo Xi taking charge of Gu Mang’s army and being so cold and rule following so the soldiers respect him but don’t like him (2) Gu Mang stabbing Mo Xi in the heart on that ship as Mo Xi lets him, saying he will exchange it for Gu Mang stopping being a traitor (3) the whole thing where the Emperor gave Gu Mang to Murong Lian, all hit SO DIFFERENTLY!
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One of the themes of the novel for me is seeming versus reality and all those three points speak to that - Mo Xi may be cold and rule driven to the army, and that is his nature, but we later find out he gave up literally a decade of his life* to protect them - he begged the emperor for them so they would not all be executed for Gu Mang’s treason. Because they were Gu Mang’s people, this bunch of strangers, and they were all he had left of him.
Or the stab, ostensibly the cruelest thing Gu Mang did to Mo Xi, and we later find out it was a desperate gamble to save his life.
And of course Murong Lian, the character I started loathing and ended up loving, and I read about the emperor giving Gu Mang to him and on reread I wonder just how hard Murong Lian had to work and scheme to make sure this was the case, that Gu Mang would neither be executed nor put into some dungeon for experimentation/not to be seen again. To ensure he’d live.
And of course even Gu Mang’s offhand comment that he would never be allowed to wear a noble’s ribbon (or that general saying how can a descendant of slaves defeat him, a pure blooded descendant of the gods) and I am screaming into my fists because on reread we know Gu Mang is also a Murong and so more blue-blooded than the bulk of them, and his claim to the throne is only topped by the emperor/sibs and Murong Lian.  
Side note - one of my issues with CFC was the unsatisfactory way the relationship between He Yu and his half brother was not fleshed out or developed in any way (but then CFC really did not flesh anyone out except for two mains.) And I think that hit extra hard as a disappointment because of the complexity and contradictions and ultimately utter satisfaction of the relationship between the half brothers Gu Mang and Murong Lian.
Oh well...
* I really love that Mo Xi never gets that decade back, his lifespan will always be shortened. Just as Mo Ran in 2ha will never recover all the memories he lost. Some damage is permanent but you can still be happy; I love that as a message.
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kukuandkookie · 8 months
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Happy (very late) birthday and (slightly late) 18th anniversary to the super smart, sweet, and speedy sheep/goat (or G.O.A.T lol), Xi Yang Yang! 🥺🩵🩵🩵
Here's to 18—or at least many—more years with you and Hui Tai Lang and friends!
Individual chibis under the cut!:
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Classic Xi Yang Yang (in most seasons, such as Mighty Little Defenders!)
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What I call "Gotta Go Fast" Xi Yang Yang (from The Intriguing Alien Guests!)
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Xianxia Xi Yang Yang (based on an official human form design from a poster for Against the Dark Force!)
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(Brainwashed, villanous) kitty Xi Yang Yang (also from Against the Dark Force!)
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Basketball uniform Xi Yang Yang (from the season, Dunk for Victories, and the movie, Dunk for Future!)
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Basketball hoodie Xi Yang Yang (from the film, Dunk for Future!)
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"Future" Xi Yang Yang (actually him in a new outfit after time-travelling 15 years into the future in Ultimate Battle: The Next Generation!)
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Roboticized, android Xi Yang Yang (from ⚠️ spoilers: ⚠️ Ultimate Battle: The Next Generation!)
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"Evil" Xi Yang Yang, aka blackened-from-dark-energy Xi Yang Yang (from ⚠️ spoilers: ⚠️ The Great Rescue, the sequel season to Against the Dark Force!)
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Fantasy, RPG Xi Yang Yang (from The Season Towns!)
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Demonized Xi Yang Yang, basically a demon king via 破影大王 (Poying Dawang (Shadowbreaker King)) (from The Season Towns!)
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⚠️ Spoilers!!: ⚠️ Fusion between Xi Yang Yang and Hui Tai Lang (from The Season Towns!)
(PS: you guys have no idea how much I screamed when I first saw this funky little sassy sassafras of a fella!!! I LOVE HIMMM—he's just so sassy and perfect!! I also love his fan name, Xi Zhi Lang (喜之狼), a pun on the famed jelly brand 喜之郎. 🥹)
To wrap up, I didn't draw for the latest season on the ocean—but there've been so many designs and looks and fits for Xi Yang Yang throughout his show's 18 years (plus this season seems to sort of just be classic Xi Yang Yang with a surfboard so far 😆), so naturally I couldn't draw every one ahaha.
But I'll always look forward to more!! Xi Yang Yang yu Hui Tai Lang post-Mighty Little Defenders really is good, and I hope more fans will join me in the future! 🥺🩵
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whichuniverseisthis · 25 days
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To @kanjirumonos and @pikatrainer99 that commented on the last chapter. Yes. Yes, I agree. Beware of spoilers!
First - Vs Lopunny
Previous - Vs Dragonite
Next - Final dimentional duel I
Last - Final dimentional duel XI
Chapter 14 / Chapter 430
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We're back to the boys! Pearl is already so done with the chairman and Mr. Footstep, I missed them so much. Regigigas in his emo era. Though the fact that Dia wants to understand what it's thinking at all costs is so cute.
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Phone completely ignored. Though it's fair, I guess they didn't know about it until Manaphy gave it birth. Chairman is being very positive, by the way. I don't know how did he imagine to visit them all with just four people.
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Oh my god I missed them so badly. If you're wondering: yes, this chapter will be long, no, it's not because I analyze anything, it's just me screaming my love for these characters.
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I get that they didn't know it's ability, but why did Dia use a Normal type move when he literally just read Rotom's a Ghost type in the notes?
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The most random finding ever. It was literally just there on the floor. I guess Rotom could have willingly dropped it there too because it wanted them to follow it.
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Oh my god, I missed the double act so much. But question, doesn't this take place two/three weeks after DP? How did they do a whole new building just like that? Or is it another building separate from the one in DP? But I remember to have read in another translation that it was the same, I don't know.
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Dia, I love you so much.
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Okay but why didn't they read the notes before meeting Rotom? Babies I love you, but you need to learn something from Platinum too.
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The greatest piece of art to ever exist.
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Only Dia could befriend a Rotom, or any Pokémon at that, by having it offer you food and wash your clothes. I love him.
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Another question: if she is on the route that brings to Shaymin, why is there the portal to the Distortion World? It shouldn't be even close.
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This looks amazing. It gives a great idea of what a chaos this world is.
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Uji and Paka! I missed you too! I spent this whole chapter almost on the verge of tears for all the comebacks I got while reading.
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And there it is, the coolest panel I've ever seen. Giratina getting its revenge, destroying Dialga and Palkia's statue, recreating its own statue that once characterized the Celestica Temple in all its glory.
Oh my god, why is this volume over already?? Didn't I start it, like, a couple days ago?? And as you've seen, next chapter the final battle begins, which means THAT moment is coming. Start to prepare the tissues if you know what I'm talking about.
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exoticalmonde · 5 months
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Arknights, Chapter XII - All Quiet Under The Thunder
I'll be honest, I kind of missed a part of the previous stories like chapter 9 and 10 becausse I was grinding stages still, but hey now that I caught the end of Chapter XI I can actually start a new, fresh start knowing that this is where my husband Hoederer comes in.
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Here. Watch.
Freaking epic Episode opening.
Also, some spoilers. I didn't manage to get far because I ran out of sanity.
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[Text: The battlefield always puts people on edge, even more so when you don't know where the when or where- ]
Excuse me, this sentence...
[-the when or where war will break out, or who you can trust.]
Me: "I have a bad feeling about this." Pinkie: "What makes you say that?" Me: "..." Pinkie: "The war can happen any moment now." Me: "???" Pinkie: "With the press of a button." Me: "Stop. My guy is going back to his family." Pinkie: "Any moment now." Me: *Continues with the story, trying to ignore them.* The story:
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Me: *Visceral scream of despair.* ---
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Me: "STUPID MILDRED!" Pinkie: "Mildred?" Me: "... Manfred." --- Pinkie: "So far, let's take an account on all that has happened. You have eight or seven dukes that are all keeping an eye on the capital of Victoria, while they're also conspiring with the Sarkaz in a seven-sided-civil war. Your enemy, the Sarkaz, isn't really helping out the situation, but as we have seen, they're not really doing it without a reason. We know something is going on with the Sarkaz. So everybody is keeping an eye on the capital of their country to see what's going on, right? Rhodes Island is trying to infiltrate Victoria to figure out what's going on as well in an attempt to help. Suddenly an airship flies out of their capital, blasts one of their tanks out of the skies, and refuses to elaborate as it leaves. Imagine the mass panic that erupts in this power-vacuum that has to be filled. Me: "If I had to live through that kind of historical event, I'd rather blast people out of the sky and disappear too." Pinkie: "So you figure out that your least favourite enemy has a weapon of mass-destruction and you don't. Now what are your options? You cannot take it down because this ship is much larger than anything you have. Do you steal it? Do you infiltrate it and sieze control? Do you try to side with the, now remaining, SIX lords?" Me: *Sigh of complete exhaustion* ---
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Pinkie: "So whoever is in possession of the bigger weapon is the winner." Me: "Small nukes?" ---
Me: "What was the name of Chapter 12 again?" Kryo: "All Quiet... Uh-" Pinkie: "All Eepy On a Rainy Day."
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rosemelon82 · 1 year
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鬼吹灯 - Candle in the tomb - whump list - (cn)
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Synopsis:
Two veterans are roped into tomb raiding when they go broke. (my description doesn't do justice, its a great show)
Genre: historical, tomb raider, supernatural, action, adventure, thriller
Main Whumpees:
Hu Ba Yi played by Jin Dong
Wang Kai Xuan (commonly referred to as Fatso or Wang Pangzi) played by Zhao Da
Other whumpees in orange
(I have included female character whump for those who are interested in it, there isn't much tho)
TW: SELF SACRIFICE, SUICIDE, DEATH
MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW
01:
Hu Ba Yi:
03:10 - 4:04 - angry over comrade's death, (flashback: blown up), wakes up gasping from traumatic memories, everyone just kinda stares at him
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Wang Kai Xuan:
17:00 - 17:50 - chased by a boar, falls over, scared, hiding behind friend
end of episode - worried about teammate
03:
Ying Zi:
beginning of episode - sprained ankle
21:05 - trips, scared
Wang Kai Xuan:
09:16 - trips over stone statue, bruised leg
19:35 - 25:47 - thrown into a wall, groaning, thrown again, in pain on the floor, groaning, scared, falls back, struggling
Hu Ba Yi:
19:40 - 25:47 - thrown into a wall, clutching chest, groaning, scared, falls to the ground, bending over in pain, falls back, struggling, almost grabbed
04:
Hu Ba Yi:
07:06 - 08:25 - attacked by bats, angry
end of episode - cornered by creature, grabbed, lifted into the air, struggling, thrown to the ground
Wang Kai Xuan:
07:06 - 08:25 - attacked by bats
27:22 - 27:49 - hiding in a minecart, yelling, thrown out
Ying Zi:
07:06 - 08:25 - attacked by bats
05:
Hu Ba Yi:
beginning of episode - 04:05 - continued from last episode, laying on the ground, hand on chest, coughing, worried for friend, supported, breathing heavy, coughing
Wang Kai Xuan:
beginning of episode - 04:05 - worried for friend, stomped on by creature, yelling, groaning in pain, screaming in pain, struggling, needs support to walk, limping, breathing heavy
06:
Hu Ba Yi:
18:49 - recall of traumatic memories, buried in avalanche, unconscious (all in his memories)
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Wang Kai Xuan:
04:44 - 05:16 - slips, falls a bit, hits rocks, supported when lowered down, wincing
end of episode - threatened, held at gunpoint
08:
Titan:
06:01 - injured on back, groaning in pain, needs support to walk, hit by ball of flames for teammate (offscreen)
Wang Kai Xuan:
07:27 - hit by creature, thrown against a rock, falls to ground
Hu Ba Yi:
07:28 - also hit by creature, thrown to the ground
Ga Wa:
08:05 - 08:45 - grabbed by creature, hoisted into the air, saved by teammate, falls to the ground holding leg
14:23 - falls while climbing up, hits rocks on way down, scratched up hands, breaks leg, TW: SELF SACRIFICE, DEATH, sacrifices himself, burns to death
09:
Hu Ba Yi:
28:00 - 28:49 looking for someone, in a sandstorm, supporting someone, falls over, rolls down sand dune
10:
none
11:
Hu Ba Yi:
12:42 - 17:59 - falls down sand dune, surrounded by flesh-eating ants, panicking, breathing heavy, saved by comrades, affected by tear gas, sneezing
12 & 13:
none
14:
Ye Xi Yin:
throughout the episode- has a fever
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Hao Ai Guo:
end of episode - bitten by a snake, tw: death, dies
Ye Xi Yin:
throughout the episode - has a fever
16:
Ye Xi Yin:
throughout the episode - has a fever
Wang Kai Xuan:
end of the episode - slips down a sand dune x2
17:
Ye Xi Yin:
throughout the episode - fever, exhaustion, dehydration
18:
none
19:
Chu Jian:
05:14 - 05:30 - hit over the head x3, staggering, thrown, tw: death, falls into endless abyss
Sa Di Peng:
05:14 - 07:39 - suddenly starts attacking his friend, hits himself in the head, bleeding, staggering around, unconscious, no pulse, suddenly wakes up, faints again
Hu Ba Yi:
10:31 - 11:28 - panicking, hallucinating, sweating, breathing heavy
15:04 - explosion, ears ringing, temporarily can't hear
Ye Xi Yin:
15:10 - coughing, almost hit by falling rock, unconscious (?), falls to the side
Wang Kai Xuan:
15:52 - 17:55 - hit by falling rock, groans, falls to the side, in pain (its pretty), breathing heavy
20:
Hu Ba Yi:
end of episode - cave collapses, escapes into a sandstorm, faints
Wang Kai Xuan:
end of episode - cave collapses, escapes into a sandstorm, faints
21:
Hu Ba Yi:
throughout the episode - dehydrated, exhausted, stranded in the desert
Wang Kai Xuan:
throughout the episode - dehydrated, exhausted, stranded in the desert
15:29 - faints
Review of drama:
Ok so it was very very interesting. /gen I'm not joking. In the beginning, I definitely got like lost tomb vibes but after some time and thought, I realized, I shouldn't compare the two. There many differences, including the appearance of supernatural beings. Also no cute gay moments between any characters so that was a shame. It was a lot more subtle or at least more natural seeming creatures in lost tomb while candle in the tomb did not hold back. I really enjoyed it and literally breezed through it. No regrets and I shall go on to the second season! (which will also have a whump list) (coming soon to theaters near you!) I hope you enjoy! It's a great show.
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redemption-revenge · 10 months
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thoughts on tai sui arc 2 (the dragon bites its tail)
or: the arc that made me completely obsessed with tai sui!
(spoilers for this arc below the cut)
i was casually reading this novel. i was planning to take it slowly. then xi ping woke up in the middle of the night with a ning'an accent and a dragon-shaped shadow and i SCREAMED. my whole body was electrified. my number one favourite trope in all of art is "possessed by an evil demon".
i cannot even describe what an absolute blast i had reading this arc. let me try. i was hooked. every single moment of xi ping trying to tell others that he'd been possessed or finding ways around the possession vs tai sui picking up on it and controlling him vs his friends realising something is wrong, all leading up to an epic finale... amazing. amazing. peak fiction. delicious.
characters:
xi ping: what i love about xi ping is that he is so so flawed and yet so loveable. he doesn't have any ambition, he's incredibly lazy, he's manipulative and he's a massive selfish asshole. but he loves his friends and families so much - he's always thinking about the health of his grandmother and zhou ying, he's willing to break his meridians to stop tai sui - and no wonder everyone hates him for cheating to success with that evil god. but he didn't want any of that! he doesn't want to open his spiritual eye, he wants to go home! and his friends and family don't want him to be immortal, they want him to come home, even if he's a terror! god. i love him.
tai sui: [screams] i'm so sad if this is really the end of him. the cat-and-mouse game between host and parasite. him manipulating xi ping's emotions to be more afraid of princess duanrui! doing xi ping's cultivation exercises for him as he sleeps! the reveal of his backstory and his real body. i loved his personality, and i really hope that we discover in future arcs the reason why he did what he did. "general, have you remembered who i am?" he's gay for zhi xiu and i love that for him
zhou ying: prince zhuang noticing that something is wrong with xi ping solely from xi ping naming his half-puppet after his dead brother? xi ping noticing that it's san-ge writing just from one stroke of one character missing? they are gay and in love. they are soulmates.
"Bai Ling sometimes thought that if that arrogant and disrespectful Viscount were gone, then perhaps His Highness’s last emotional tie to the world would vanish." yeah it's helian yi/jing beiyuan again and i AM EATING IT UP!!!! obsessed with that powerful cold person who is only brought back to humanity by that one beautiful useless idiot!!!
zhou ying trying to hard to provide for xi ping by giving him immortal tools and stones, waiting at the edge of town just to see his face flash by one last time as he goes... always reading xi ping's daily letters... that kind of devotion for just one person melts me.
but the "dragon bites its tail" is named for zhou ying - it's his actions which inadvertently lead to xi ping's almost death via possession of evil god. that kind of karma is noticeable.
also "the impassable sea was the fork in the road"...... weren't you like 12 when you picked up bai ling? "when i crawled back to the mortal world" - did he almost die, or is he a demon?? what is happening here lol. i've noticed that he seems to be able to read people very well - or read their minds? - because he knew what the key for zhao yu's way of the heart was in midnight song and he ALSO knew pang jian's barrier dispelling way of the heart, which he had told no one else???
my theory is that baby prince almost died while on a trip somewhere (or something to do with the family fallout idk), came across a baby demon, nearly died, came back and baby xi ping sang to him and anyway maybe the paper demon taught him some demon skills? zhou ying is definitely sick tho, paper boy is always feeding him pills
wei chengxiang: her story was the typical sob-story and despite knowing that, it tugged on my heart-strings. i really liked that at the end xi ping told her the whole truth, and also that her voice calling for him made him survive opening his eyes. but is she another jiangli, to be forgotten soon?
xi yue: in all honesty, i found the half-puppet quite annoying at first, and i was irritated that he ate up all the blue stones. but when it was revealed that xi ping named the puppet after his dead brother, i grew more hope for the future of this character. i liked how he helped xi ping against tai sui.
princess duanrui: REALLY LOVED HER LMAO. she's a whole vibe
plot:
genuinely for over 60% of this arc, i firmly believed that this arc would end with tai sui successfully stealing xi ping's body once his eyes opened and absconding with xi ping as a co-pilot to demon country. obvs that isn't what happened. but now i really understand the point of this novel - it's xi ping cheating his way to heaven/godhood, despite not even wanting to, because of an evil god, because once he is possessed by tai sui he ends up becoming tai sui. delicious. real "look into the abyss and the abyss looks into you" hours.
the building tension of various factions finding out what is going on and trying to do what they can to stop it vs the building tension of tai sui cultivating so xi ping can open his spiritual eyes was absolutely gorgeous. the pinnacle of the arc with the bell of tribulation was incredible. loved the need to use the true name to end him!
the setting:
in some ways, this arc was almost like a satire of a school-based story. it was very satisfying to find out more about all the lore. for the other schoolmates who were bullied/jealous, i was definitely more on their side, and i think that's how it was intended to be. at the same time, xi ping's assholery is justified because he has much bigger problems that they don't know about.
but i still don't know precisely why this isn't a xianxia? why is it steampunk. idk yet. i get the feeling that the whole stones/mines is meant to be some kind of analysis of the industrial revolution/capitalism (especially a-xiang's parts), but i'm not far enough yet.
absolutely loved the hints and doubts about the established order: "Xi Ping, having heard this much, began to feel doubtful: since established foundation cultivators were so rare, then didn’t that mean that the vast majority of “evil cultivators” in the world were actually only half-immortals? Since half-immortals couldn’t keep hold of spiritual energy, then of course they also couldn’t harm the environment. Even Xuanyin Mountain’s outer sect half-immortals could walk through the mortal world as they pleased, so why did half-immortal evil cultivators have to be wiped out? Couldn’t you wait until they had established a foundation and lived up to their crime to kill them? If you were worried they would harm heaven’s order, why not offer them amnesty in the immortal sect and lead them onto the just path?"
i think this might mean that xi ping will end up becoming the tai sui of the evil cultivators against the heavenly order, accidentally cultivating to immortality via this evil god bones, or even bringing down the entire established order and letting it burn. he's shown that he's fearless and willing to go against everyone for what he thinks is right. that's my baby boy! go become a god against your own wishes! really loved all the way of the heart info - i think xi ping's way of the heart will be something like this: going against the whole world to do what he thinks is right.
verdict: 20/10, god, this arc cannot be stopped, it makes me go "this book has to be in the canon of great literature!"
best line: "Can my body only be snatched after I’ve opened my spiritual eyes?"
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casiia · 1 year
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bahaha cassia i just noticed you wrote "scream XI spoilers" on accident for your ethan fic and "XI" is eleven! slow down girlie we ain't quite there yet 😭
i was really hoping no one would notice but i’m so bad w roman numerals! think i put XI cuz it’s prettier than VI
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unxpctedlygreat · 3 months
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20 and 27 for the video game asks
Thank you so much for your ask! 🥰
(link to the ask list)
20. A boss you think is really cool
Ganondorf in TotK would be it 🙈 (spoilers, if it still counts as such) the second phase where his health bar goes over the usual limit? That was epic as hell, as well as when he does flurry rushes and also literally remove your hearts aklhdf I was half screaming during the whole battle. And then the dragon ending battle looked really cool too!
27. A game you love the atmosphere of
It's hard to choose only one 🙈 I'll forever love Zelda TP's atmosphere, but I also really love how Dragon Quest XI feels, and Immortals Fenyx Rising, too!
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simply-whump · 2 years
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Who Rules The World (且试天下) Whump List
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Whumpee : Feng Lan Xi / Hei Feng Xi played by Yang Yang
Synopsis : Hei Feng Xi is handsome and elegant while Bai Feng Xi is majestic and unrestrained. Opposites attract as both are unrivaled in skill and intellect. Caught in the warfare and chaos of the martial arts and political worlds, the flowers of love begin to bloom amidst the blood that has been sacrificed within the last ten years. Trying to keep their identities hidden, they constantly have to be three steps ahead when dealing with much political unrest, betrayal, infighting, and the ultimate battle for the imperial throne. (MDL)
Genre : Romance, Wuxia, Fantasy 
Warning ! Possible spoiler below
Ep 1 : Saving someone, Worried about someone 
Ep 2 : Fighting
Ep 3 : Flustered 
Ep 4 : None
Ep 5 : Stressed — Pretending to be ill : In bed, weak, physician asked to check his pulse, physician says his pulse is weak, kneeling, emotional, sad — Saving someone, exposing his strength 
Ep 6 : Pretending to be ill : Feeling lightheaded — Saving someone, fighting
Ep 7 : On a boat caught in a storm, worried, boat attacked and being destroyed, trying to save people, struck by water, ejected off the boat and in the water, sinking/drowning — Is missing, concern for him, friend says he is afraid of water — Spotted on a piece of wood in the water, saved - In bed unconscious, concern for him, feverish, FL takes care of him, seems to have a nightmare
Ep 8 : (previous scene continues) Still unconscious, propped up, given medicine, shivering, is cold, FL tries to warm him up, hugs him to give him body heat — Wakes up, weak — Still missing, concern for him, searching for him — Still recovering in bed, given medicine, feeling weak, concern for him
Ep 9 : Lightly pushed, feeling weak, concern for him
Ep 10 : none
Ep 11 : Flustered, sweating, concern for him, pulse taken, says it’s because he’s drunk
Ep 12-14 : None
Ep 15 : Attacked, shocked, sad — saving someone
Ep 16 : Lightheaded, enters an illusion, concern for him, heavy breathing, stumbles, can’t get out of the illusion, heavy breathing, struggling, leaning forward, clenching fist, concern for him, losing consciousness, saved, asked if he’s okay, tired, still breathing heavily, sweating, helped up — inner force “thrown into chaos”, unconscious, concern for him, given energy, losing control, attacking loved one, saved, concerned for someone
Ep 17 : Blood thrown at him
Ep 18 : Pretends to drink poison, “passing out”
Ep 19 : Concerned for someone
Ep 20 : Concerned for someone
Ep 21 : None
Ep 22 : Angry, frustrated
Ep 23 : Angry — Going out under the rain, walking in the rain and mud — Rubbles falling, saving people, saved, hand injured, treated, hand bandaged
Ep 24 : Pretending to be ill : coughing, weak, heavy breathing — Pretending to be drunk : lightheaded, feeling unwell, passing out
Ep 25-27 : None
Ep 28 : Concerned for someone, forced to reveal his secret identity — Kneeling in the rain for hours, concern for him — Told he has to be beaten repeatedly to be able to see his father, getting up with difficulty, flogged repeatedly, in pain, keeps walking, flogged again, collapses on one knee, spits blood, heavy breathing, gets up with great effort, barely standing, still moving forward, flogged so hard the baton breaks, falls on his knees again, in a lot of pain, someone begged him to leave, refuses, heavy breathing, is trying to get up, flogged again, falls face down, spits blood, flogged repeatedly while still on the ground, screaming in pain, still tries to get up, flogged again, falls back down, back bloody, lying on the ground, heavy breathing, barely conscious, crying — helped up, stumbles, helped to walk, falls on his knees, still greets his father while being in great pain, can’t sit straight, emotional, crying, asked (forced) to drink a poison that will dispel his inner force (won’t be able to use his strength anymore), drinks it, sweating, pale, doubles up in pain, clenches fist, is in excruciating pain, collapses, passes out — Unconscious in bed, concern for him, wakes up, hugged, given medicine 
Ep 29 : None
Ep 30 : Attacked, fighting, saved, grabs chest in pain — Given energy, given medicine, in pain, weak, sweating, concern for him
Ep 31 : None 
Ep 32 : Concerned for someone, angry, distressed, desperate, crying, gets his strength back, using a difficult technique, struggling, heavy breathing
Ep 33 : Learns an important truth, emotional, comforted
Ep 34 : Framed, angry, emotional
Ep 35 : None
Ep 36 : Comforting someone
Ep 37 : Fighting — Concern for someone 
Ep 38 : Concerned for someone, fighting
Ep 39 : None
Ep 40 : Concerned for someone, sad, crying — Fighting, concerned for someone, crying, desperate, distressed, emotional, sacrificing himself to save loved one, told he will only have 10 years left to live, emotional, crying, hair turned white, concern for him —  Fighting, pushed back
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dangermousie · 11 months
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Rereading Yuwu just makes me want to scream about Murong Lian!
The rest is behind read more since I don’t want to spoil for @aysekira (god I wish tumblr would have LJ’s spoiler feature.)
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One of the reasons I love Murong Lian and his narrative so much isn’t just the reveals (the moment where Gu Mang is taken for experimentation and Murong Lian is running frantically trying to stop it is one of my favorite moments in the whole book because I went “wait a minute isn’t he a spoiled aristocrat who hates Gu Mang…oh…oh…OH! And on this reread it is so obvious he’s orchestrated the whole mystery solving contest with Gu Mang as a prize just so he could get Gu Mang into Mo Xi’s house to ensure the lagger’s safety and well-being without getting the emperor’s attention) or even the fact that the narrative reminds us that one doesn’t have to be a nice person to be heroic (Murong Lian is vain and vengeful and ruthless as fuck, he’s also a big damn hero. Some of his methods are pretty brutal - he puts Gu Mang into a brothel to be abused in large part because hey it’s the one place even the emperor can’t touch and would allow Murong Lian to keep his cover - but he is equally brutal to himself - knowingly taking addictive deadly drug for years, knowingly slowly killing himself, to keep suspicion from the emperor away from himself and continue to work to bring him down.)
No, I think what really hits me in his story is the theme that we are shaped by our parents but we are not doomed to be what they want us to be. Nor are we defined by our childhood. Murong Lian was a monster child who grew up into a heroic (if fucked up) adult who overcame societal expectations for him but also his mother’s never ending poison being poured into his ears. His very ending - running a school for everyone of capability, happily living with his half-brother and said half-brother’s boyfriend, is a giant fuck you to his mother, and the best part is he doesn’t even mean it as that.  (The fact that three people who for different reasons do not have family end up as family for each other is A+++. Also, it’s the only one of hers where the ending isn’t just OTP by themselves which is interesting.)
I love the message that you can overcome darkness in your past or expectations and just do your own thing.
(Also, the emperor must have gotten recessive Murong genes because Murong Lian, Gu Mang and Mengze, the Murong offspring, are all fucking terrifyingly smart and playing 4d chess the whole time while the emperor is only doing 3.5d.)
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