#she got her 'revenge' and it felt great!!! but now she was known as the bf stealer or smth and... tbf she didnt mind that much

[malkaviian]

infodump in the tags about charlotte since she has been appearing more frequently in my thoughts

[mykinkyyandere]

Idea / Request for Edmund Pevise where he sided with Janus (who is like actually working WITH him and won’t betray him) being in love with a darling who is on the side of his siblings

The White Hope

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! King Edmund Pevensie! X f!Reader

Summary: Fifteen years had passed since the siblings found Narnia, but Jadis's reign continues. No, it is not Jadis's anymore. The reign of Edmund, The White King. And he takes a special, twisted interest in you.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapping, manipulation, obsession, possession, depression, trauma, past abuse, minor deaths, dub-con touches, implied future non-con, implied emotional abuse, implied future violence, enjoying/taking pleasure from emotional suffer/crying/power, grown-up characters, sorry if i missed anything

The White Witch's reign was not over. It had been fifteen years since the siblings came to Narnia. Everyone believed that the prophecy would come true, but one of the brothers had a coldness in his heart. Edmund became more angry, more distant and more withdrawn towards his siblings over time. It was not known who was to blame for this, but he thought that everyone had a share, including himself. There was also a share of his parents, whom he could no longer remember. He saw everyone as guilty, himself too.

The prophecy necessitated that all the siblings had to be together. But Edmund had chosen his own path once. At first he regretted it and wanted to return to them, but the White Witch had prevented him from leaving with her manipulations. He used Edmund and treated him like a slave. He was not a king, but a poor prisoner. But little did she know Edmund would one day rule her.

A king was always a king.

There was always a flame in Edmund's heart. It had grown over the years just to spite the freezing cold which became stronger every passing day. This flame wanted power, wanted revenge, and justice. Of course, his concept of justice was quite dubious. But he felt that he had the power to get what he wanted. As he got older, he became a strong man. Whatever the White Witch did to keep him naive and defenseless, it didn't work. The prophecy may not have come true, but it certainly gave birth to a darker prophecy.

No one knows how it had happened, but after ten years the White Witch had let him rule. She considered Edmund as her king and gived him all her authority. Though, she can't give him the right that he already had all along. The White Witch realized that she would never be able to rule completely, because this wasn't her destiny. She was not a daughter of Eve. But Edmund made her see the truth. The human siblings couldn't destroy her because Edmund wasn't with them. The White Witch couldn't destroy them because she wasn't the real ruler.

As Edmund sat quietly on his throne she thanked him with trembling admiration in her cruel heart. After all those years of cruelty, the King could have punished her if he wanted, but he didn't. He was also grateful to the Witch. Without her and her cruelty, he would not have become the person he was today. But he didn't share this with her.

He remembered the first time he sat on this throne as a child. The Witch had thrown him into her dungeon. And there she was now, kneeling before him, for five years.

Peter and his sisters had lost hope. They felt their chances of defeating the White Witch became impossible with Edmund's accession to the throne. He had declared himself the White King. It was wrong, it was dark. Something went wrong, but no one could figure out why. What would happen if there was no prophecy? The Great King Peter, who had no choice but to prepare for the unknown, worked nonstop. Five years. For exactly five years, he had been trying to end the cruel rule of his younger brother, whom he once believed to be grumpy but deep down inside well-intentioned. He didn't want to believe he was a bad person. He and Lucy were convinced that Edmund was a victim of a skilled manipulator. But Susan argued that he chose this path. He had had countless opportunities to return to them over the course of ten years, but he didn't take any step. Lucy was the only one who believed that Edmund was still a good person when he took the throne. But even she had started to think this was now a childish hope. Peter had finally realized his little brother had left them a long time ago.

And you, you were a dreamer trying to add ridiculous excitement to your ordinary life. You'd never been able to leave this spirit inside of you behind. They wanted to kill this side of you and cast you out for your whole life, but you never stopped dreaming. You wanted to explore a wardrobe in one of these hide-and-seek games you'd been playing with yourself. "I want to hide in this wonderful wardrobe and have the coats wrap me up!" Ha! You were a strange girl. There was probably a reason why this peculiarity of yours was accepted by Narnia. Because you found yourself in the snow.

The hospitable beavers who were talking had hurriedly invited you to their home. You were so scared when they told you that this wonderful world was not so wonderful anymore. You wanted to go back home, wished you'd give up your ridiculous games. But everything had a reason and a price. It couldn't be brought back.

They have taken you to the High King Peter. A daughter of Eve who came in Narnia fifteen years later must had had something to do with this war.

You had arrived after a trip full of delicious jams. A king and two queens who tried to defend their people and their land, but were betrayed by their brother Edmund. The dead flame of hope in their hearts began to burn again with your arrival. They were supposed to hide you from the White King. But Peter knew deep down that they were too late for that.

Edmund had heard of your arrival. He knew about a lot of things thanks to the White Witch. She protected him against all diseases and made him immortal. She gave him all the powers she could give. She turned Edmund, who was a king by birth, into an invincible king.

"Witch, give me your wand." Edmund said, without taking his eyes off the faun, who was trembling with fear. His eyes were on the ground, he did not dare to look at the White King. No one could, not even the White Witch.

Jadis bowed her head and held out both hands to present her wand. Edmund stood up, taking his time, and went down with slow steps. There was something in his eyes. Far from the old Edmund. He took the wand that Jadis held out. He spun it in his hand and hit the ground. The sound echoed powerfully on the soulless walls. The poor faun almost fainted on the spot.

He titled his head and said in a half-whisper, "Lost?"

"P-p-please h-h-"

Edmund turned the wand in a way that contrasted with his still form and pressed it against the faun's back. "Lost?"

"W-wait! Beavers! I believe t-they took her to... t-them."

If he had looked into Edmund's eyes before he turned to stone, he could have seen how "insane" he was. Out of his mind, empty, dark.

He gave the wand back to Jadis. He didn't speak. He didn't need to talk. The Witch could understand what was going through his mind. She could figure out what he wanted. There was an almost wordless but deep relationship between them. He thought the only person who understood him was the White Witch. After all, she raised him in some way.

He rested his hands behind his back and walked away in silence. Jadis knew what she had to do.

"How much time do we have?" you said when Peter gave you a dagger.

"Enough to get you out of here."

"I'm not running away."

Peter took a deep breath and looked out from the huge castle windows. Snow. There was snow everywhere. Could he end the freezing winter? It's been a month since they found you, but there hasn't been a single improvement. It was as if everything was getting worse. The winter was harsher, Narnia was more dangerous. A wild wind that signaled that the White King was looking for you and would find you eventually. But why didn't he come earlier? Why didn't he start a war to capture you earlier? It was as though the trees listened to everything and told him that the right time had come. Now that you were Peter's only hope, he couldn't lose you either. But there was more. One month was enough for him to realize that there was more. Maybe... one day, he thought.

He looked at you, holding your hands. "You're not running away. You're just hiding."

"It's the same thing!"

"You are a hope that has come to Narnia after a decade. It is my duty to protect you. And I have the final word."

There was a brief silence. "I see. Narnia needs me, so no harm should come to me."

You weren't looking at him anymore. Your eyes wandered over the ground and then over the beautiful, eerie snow. He thought how beautiful you looked. But sad. "Yes, Narnia needs you and I have to make sure that you are safe."

You turned your offended face to him. He put your one hand on his heart and the other hand on his face. You were so full of life and pure. Since the first time he saw you, his sisters have noticed that there was something changed in him. And it was their fun to make fun of it. But they were so happy for him. It was the first time they had seen their older brother so full of love in fifteen years of cruelty. He definitely became attached to you in a short time and had no intention of leaving you. He didn't know the extent of his attachment to you, all he knew was that his heart ached when he didn't see you even for a second. "But Narnia is not the only reason."

You felt your face got warm. To be honest, you've been waiting for this moment. He was a charming person. Brave, patient, caring, leader... Your mouth fell open while your eyes widened. Maybe... one day, you thought.

"He's here! We're too late!" Lucy shouted from the outside.

"You were wrong. Enough to confess." You said, smiling.

He caressed your hands and smiled. "Still enough."

Edmund; the oppressor, the ruthless, the fierce White King. Even if their High King was Peter, they were afraid of him. They couldn't ignore him or disrespect him by saying, "you're not our king." It was known that he made collections of them.

He had not seen his siblings for fifteen years. While he was a prisoner of the White Witch, he had a chance to escape and go back to them, but he didn't. He was afraid to change his mind. But on what? At that time, he didn't have the wish of becoming a king in his mind. There was a boy who just wanted to go home. A boy who missed his mother and hid from the war. But he could not ignore the growing darkness in his heart. He loved and embraced this darkness. He was afraid of losing this mysterious self he had if he returned to his siblings.

Was he nervous? Was he angry? Was he excited? He didn't know. His mind was pensive as he approached the sheltered castle. Was he happy to see them? He wasn't sure about that. He wanted to be happy, he wanted to feel something. Instead there was no life in his cruel heart.

He was sitting alone in his sleigh. He looked straight ahead. Neither to the right nor to the left. He had a white fur and cloak that could easily disappear among the snow. It did not belong to any living thing. It was a big, magical fur that his witch created especially for him. Every single garment and every single precious jewel of his was white. It was not just any ordinary white color. It was magical and ominous, cursed like snow. On his head was a crown of ice similar to that of the White Witch. But it was much larger and disproportionate. A crown that was almost as sharp as a knife and reflected his unstable inner world. The only thing that made him look distinctive in white was his natural hair and longing eyes.

Jadis was on another sleigh next to him. She was also dressed in white and had a sharp crown of ice on her head, but smaller than before. She had taken off her crown when Edmund became king, but he had let her keep it on condition that she would make it much more smaller, like a little insignificant accessory. She put the reason down to his generosity, but the main reason was that the White Witch, whom he knew and was used to, had that crown. He couldn't quite get rid of his past. His heart and mind had been damaged. It was hard to let go of the people and things he was used to. He had chosen to lose his family. At least now he could choose not to lose some things.

"The new hope of Narnia" he said, smiling vaguely.

Susan took Peter's hand. They were little, they were children. Now they had all become young adults. Young kings and queens. No one said anything, but what they were feeling and what was going through their minds was the same. After all those years... What was going to happen?

And here he was. The White King and his White Witch. Their big sleigh stopped side by side. There were only two of them. There was no army in sight. It was a frightening display of force. It meant that their younger brother had became so powerful that even the High King Peter the Magnificent could not afford to stand against him. To come without an army was to despise him. Since it was certain that he did not come there with the intention of peace, this was an insult.

Susan took her hand from Peter's and waited with one hand on her arrow. She was ready to stop Edmund, and maybe to stop him forever. As if she could. Peter couldn't foresee what he wanted to do, so he waited. His army was on standby for his order. An army against two "person". Peter knew that it would take more than a whole army for two person with these powers.

"Where is Lucy?" Edmund's voice wavered like a song in the maddening silence. The wind somehow perfectly conveyed to them his voice, which was impossible to hear at a distance. There was no need to shout, there was no need to get closer. There was no need for unnecessary family reunions. And they had no way of inviting him to their walls anyway. He was too unreliable for that.

"She preferred not to see you. Her heart is broken, you know. Because of you." he said it a little loudly, but there was no need for it. Edmund had sharp ears now, he heard Peter with ease.

"You betrayed us." Susan said. She thought her heart wouldn't soften when she saw him, but she couldn't take her eyes off his brother, who had become a young man, even for a moment. The cold air dried her tears quickly. She missed his little brother very much.

"I- I..." Edmund murmured. He frowned, looked confused but he wasn't really. He smiled slightly. "...really want to see Lucy."

"As I said earlier, she doesn't want to see you. What is the reason you come here after all those years?" Peter said, this time more quietly but confidently.

Edmund stared at the beautiful castle. His smile was more visible. "White... It's nice to see your warm home dressed in white. And do you like it, my brother? Do you like my beautiful cold gift? Does it fill my absence in your warm home?"

His calm and soft voice filled the ears of both of them. Something was wrong. There was an odd feeling inside them. They looked at each other for a moment.

"You could have filled your absence yourself." Peter said. "Why are you here?"

"To become a family again." He let out a small laugh.

"Stop it! Don't play with us!" Peter shouted.

Edmund took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the cold filled his lungs. Becoming a family again? Even his joke felt impossible. It felt like a bitter taste on his tongue. It sounded like a forbidden sentence. Becoming a family again? Even the thought of it was unbearable.

"Why these stupid questions that you already know the answers?" He let out a deep breath, making it sound like he was extremely bored.

Peter took out his sword. "Answer me!"

Edmund slowly opened his arms and showed around. His thin and long fingers were rather pale, but strong. "I came to find a new... hope."

Peter gulped. There was no trace of goodness on his brother's face. He seemed more full of evil than the White Witch. He wore a mask looking like compassionate, but he was cruel behind it. "There's no hope left for you."

Edmund raised his head and stared into the blinding whiteness. 'It's too late for me, isn't it, brother?' he thought.

"Tell Lucy that I really would like to see her. And tell her that... it wasn't her fault." He said. The smile on Edmund's face didn't go away. It wasn't an empty, numb smile, it was a smile of victory. "It was yours."

As their sleigh returned in the direction from which they had come, Peter put back his sword and looked at Susan. He didn't know what to think, he was confused about what to do. When did his little brother turn into such a dark and deceptive person?

"What did he mean?" Susan asked anxiously.

"I don't know."

Cold, icy, soulless. It's like these walls wanted to kill your soul. It's as if these chains have chained you to your terrible fate. The wait was painful, but was it sweeter than what was going to happen to you? The sculptures of poor Narnians with whom you shared the dungeon had agreed you.

The unnatural cold has forced you to sleep. You didn't know how long it had been when you woke up, but it had been long enough for your body to hurt from the hard ground.

"Oh, no!" You shivered when you heard the Witch's shout. She said the king wanted to stay alone. "Get out!"

The sweet comfort of painful waiting had come to an end at last.

The White King, tall and unnaturally pale-skinned, stood in front of your cell. You wondered if there was any trace left of that old brother Lucy told you about. You wondered how much he had changed. Lucy thought that why Edmund lied to Peter about seeing Narnia when they were a child was only because he was a bully. If she had known that Narnia would become what it was today, she would never have told her siblings about her secret world.

You looked desperately into his eyes. Imploringly. You never stopped looking into those firm eyes of his for a moment.

"The new hope of Narnia." He said. "Why do you look so hopeless?"

"I- I'm not h..." The longer you looked at him, the more hypnotized you felt. You shook your head and kept your eyes on the ground. There was something about him that attracted you in a scary way. "Peter will save me."

He tapped his ring rhythmically against the bars. "Peter... Why Peter?"

You didn't answer.

"Oh, I know."

You turned your head.

"Of course I know."

Would you end up like these beavers standing next to you?

"You've had time enough to take a fancy to my charming brother."

You looked at him when he opened the dungeon. His long white cloak and fur were touching the ground. They looked so warm. You wished you had one of them.

"Are you cold?" He asked, already knowing your answer.

You nodded. He released you from the chains and helped you to stand up. You couldn't help but tremble with fear. What was he trying to do?

He wrapped you inside his cloak and made you disappear next to his body. You leaned your head against him and put one hand on his chest. It was warm. So warm, perfect.

He led you out of the dungeon. After he sat on his throne, he placed you on his lap. You were warm and sleepy. You rested your head on his chest. The cloak and fur he wrapped around you made you feel incredibly peaceful.

This, this was not normal.

"Do you know what the best part is?" he talked to himself while you were on that strange line between sleep and wakefulness. "To imagine that my brother is devastated because he failed to protect you."

He rubbed your back. "Sometimes I close my eyes, sometimes I focus on a point. But what I do is the same. To imagine." He smiled, was lost in thought again. "He is now a desperate man whose loved one has been stolen from him. 'The magnificent king of Narnia', who lost hope, found hope and could not protect it."

He pulled you a little towards himself. He held your chin and turned your face to him. You were sleeping. Peaceful, beautiful and vulnerable. You were like the other innocent beauties he destroyed. He had never wanted to see a flower or a sparkle, he had destroyed them all. It shouldn't have been hard to kill you. As Peter had said, there was no longer any hope for him. Edmund had already killed his hope, with his own hands. Why would you be any different?

But you were. He took you to his quarters and put you in his bed, which kept you warm like his cloak. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked your hair softly. "I am cruel." He said. "Oh, my poor little hope. I am a very, very cruel monster."

He smiled and kept caressing your hair for a while. Poor sweet girl. Why did you even come to Narnia? Did you like little games like her sister Lucy? He imagined you in the hide-and-seek game they were playing. You ran laughing and followed Lucy. She wanted to get into Edmund's hiding place, but Edmund got annoyed as usual, telling her to find another place. So you grabbed Lucy's hand and ran to the room where the wardrobe was, saying this way. Yes, it could have been a nice memory.

Whatever the innocent reason, this could not change the fact that you were trapped in the cold kingdom of The White King. You were going to spend every day, hoping, to get away from him, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

"I'm afraid I will break your heart and lock you in here." He whispered.

He gently tucked your hair behind your ear. Looked at your beautiful skin. "I will chain you up and never let you go."

He stroked your cheek. "I will make Peter suffer only to see the despair in your eyes." He held his breath when he imagined the tears streaming from your eyes and pleading sobs escaping from your trembling lips. He had really turned into a very twisted person, and he had no complaints about it.

He leaned and rubbed his nose to your skin, inhaling your smell. "I will make him watch how I own you to see the desperation in Peter's eyes." He liked that thought. It was something that thrilled him very much to show Peter his strength and leave him helpless. The idea of seeing his own brother miserable, leaving him no choice but to beg because there is nothing he could do was perfect.

"But don't you scared, my beautiful hope. I wouldn't harm a single hair on your head."

"Lucy?!"

Peter and Susan spent hours searching for their little sister Lucy and you. Their plan was to bring you back when Edmund left. Lucy was supposed to take you to a safe place just for a while.

"I'm here!"

"Lucy!" She was tied to a tree, sitting.

"Are you okay?" Peter rescued her and helped her to stand up. Everyone who was supposed to protect the girls had been killed.

"I'm okay but..." Lucy cried, hugging Peter. "I'm so sorry."

Peter felt bad enough already. For hours, he couldn't even take a sip of water out of concern for Lucy's safety and yours. He found one of his loved ones, but what happened to the other?

He hugged her tighter. And it was all his fault.

He caressed Lucy's hair. "It wasn't your fault." He whispered.

In the weeks and months that followed, Peter didn't stop trying to find you. Narnia had lost hope once again. Peter had once again lost a person he loved. It hurt him even more that his own brother was the one who put him through this pain. But that was just the beginning. Edmund, The White King, now had a wife. The White Hope.

[mako-neexu]

"Senpai?" Mash calls out.

"Yeah?" And Ritsuka responds without looking up from her tablet. The report is due in a couple of hours. She'd really like to pass it on time and have time to kill before lunch starts.

Before her kouhai could respond, she already has an inkling as to what Mash was worried right now.

"Senpai, those... creatures hovering around you like a bee swarm... What are they?" There's great confusion in her tone. Totally understandable.

-Considering there's a bunch of flying bean plushies hovering around her and even making her hair and shoulders a place to rest on.

"They seem to resemble... Oberon-san?" Mash was genuinely confused and if Ritsuka could, she'd give her a reassuring pat on the back.

Unfortunately, these Obe-beans would immediately be the first to claim her hand for those 'pats'. As if the original wasn't already possessive.

She sighed. "Sorry, it's kind of a weird encounter. They basically were already on me when I woke up. Don't worry though. I'll find Oberon and give him a good beating."

As she says that, several of the flying beans started assaulting her face by bumping their soft bodies against her. "What the- Hey, quit it. I know you guys were the ones to eat the leftover chocolate I got from the other Servants!"

Mash left shoftly after that, presumably to call for help or find where a certain Pretender was to help her get rid of the creatures crawling around her body.

She really has never known peace. Still, since they were soft and cute (not that she'd admit that out loud and luckily, these didn't have Oberon's Fairy Eyes) she didn't mind their presence at all.

Her hand even started petting one while she was still focused on her report. There were three kinds of Obe-beans hovering around her, each representing his different outfits in all three ascensions.

The first one, the 'Fairy King Obe-beans' seemed content on resting on whatever available surface she had on her body. The same went to the second version and third version..

(And same as the original, some of them really attempted to wriggle inside her clothes, especially trying to get under her bra and underwear. Naturally, Ritsuka forced them out and sternly scolded them. It only worked just for a little bit before doing their attempts again, this time unsuccessful as she made sure they can't sneak in.)

There is one bean plush that had that permanent smirk though. It's part of the third ascension group, just creepily staring at her while it rested beside her laptop.

...The urge to flick this fly away was really strong.

Still, it was the only one that wasn't actively hogging for space on her lap or on her body for that matter.

The other beans were distracted.. so she decides to gently pick it up under her hand before bringing it to her cheek to nuzzle it quietly.

...No matter the version, it really was soft and squishy. She had this urge to bite him from cuteness and maybe... kiss it...

Now that the thought entered her mind, she kind of wanted to try it.

So, with both hands, Ritsuka cups the now-eager dark Obe plush, slowly bringing it to her lips-

She hears something drop from the floor at the entrance of her door.

Time freezes everything in place.

Oberon Vortigern stands dumbstruck with a mix of confusion, jealousy and anger, a bag of chips now scattered on the ground as soon as he saw her and his......creations(??).

"...What the fuck?" was the only thing the bastard could say.

Ritsuka felt a vein pop in her head. Wasn't he the one who summoned these things?

As revenge, she ordered the swarm crowding around her to attack Oberon, which wasn't really an attack but mostly annoying him to death.

Heh, serves him right.

--

In the end, in addition to the creatures that fought for space on her body, one extremely clingy and giant bug was the one to hog her personal space, but the beans and Oberon himself seemingly growled at each other over it.

Are they really one and the same? This is really going to get annoying...

And where was the insect repellant when she needs it?

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

For Matthew

One of our dear crewmates, Stephanie, lost her son back in 2022. They both watched S1 together, and tragically he passed away not long after. Stephanie has been an active member of our crew for years now, and she reached out to Rhys and he made a lovely Cameo for her.

Some of you may have already seen it as she's been kind enough to share it with us previously, but after talking with Stephanie and hearing about who Matthew was, I wanted to put together a small dedication to him, and share Stephanie's words with you with her permission. 

-- Dedication --

Matthew was 39 years old when he passed away, one of the original OFMD crewmates. He was a quirky, deaf, funny, and talented man who gave the world kindness despite the struggles he went through. He loved theatre, movies, video games, local art, and independent restaurants, and made a positive impact on everyone he met.

Matthew made his debut as a professional backyard wrestler in 2002 in the Phoenix New Times, and he worked on many well known video games in the industry doing development and quality assurance. He was truly a child a learning, and a true pilar of support in the community, and spent a great deal of time laughing and bringing light and joy to the world.

With his last wish, he donated his body to science, continuing on his loving and supportive legacy. Matthew was a wonderful man that was lost far too soon and his mother Stephanie, as well as anyone who knew him miss him so very much. Below is his obituary if you'd like to learn more about this wonderful crewmate of ours. 

We salute you Matthew. You are the embodiment of all the kindness, acceptance, support, and loving things that embody Our Flag Means Death as well, and we're honored to have you amongst us in spirit. You are greatly missed, but never forgotten. 

--- Stephanie ---

"...I wanted to share something with the fandom about my journey with OFMD and wondered if any of you have experienced some personal growth right along with Ed and Stede (and of course many others in the crew).

My 39-year old son told me there was a show we had to watch that just dropped. He says "you'll love it because Taika's in it and we love pirates.” I laughed and said, “I’m in.”

I had no idea what it was about, but he and I had watched Black Sails together and he’s right—we love pirates. Within minutes of the pilot, I was completely won over and enjoying every moment of piracy on the Revenge. “What we’re about to do will be perilous . . . . “. From that moment on, I was in deep. We binged the first 3 episodes, rewinding to replay scenes and went mental when we realized that we had to wait a full week for 2 more episodes. My son and I would text about it non-stop and we both started quoting lines and getting even more invested. He was sending me meme's and screenshots and we started living our best pirate life.

By the end of the season, we had laughed, cried, and thoroughly discussed every aspect of Ed and Stede's growing relationship. We felt the pain of the cliffhanger and became “mentally devastated by what [we’ve] witnessed” and we certainly didn’t bottle it up.

We talked non-stop about the show. It became a daily thing. Articles, interviews, pictures and joining in the quest for renewal. Once it got renewed (PRIDE month), we were on the lookout for any posts or information about signs of filming, etc. We couldn't wait for the second season and were counting down the months after we knew filming wrapped.

Then the unthinkable happened. My son went into the hospital after having a slow recovery to multiple surgeries. Cliff Notes version: He was admitted and within 24 hours, he was in ICU on life support. My son had an extensive medical history beginning when he was an infant. 42+ surgeries and many air-evacs to Children’s Hospital so it was kind of the norm to go in and be out within a few days or week and be on the road to recovery again.

If you met him, you wouldn’t even know he had all the medical issues he had because he worked full time and carried himself like a stand-up comedian--always laughing and telling stories. He was a video gamer who had worked in the industry for 7 years until he had to take a leave to handle his medical issues and have a job that didn’t exceed 40 hours.. He was really a character and had a lot of funny mannerisms. 

This time was different. He didn’t rally and 10 days later he tragically died from a fungal infection that they couldn’t identify until it was too late to treat.

He died in June, 2022, and the grief has been unrelenting and unbearable. I have literally shut down and spent the months grieving and in so much pain that I can barely leave the house and see anyone. It has broken me. When I saw the actual date that S2 would drop, my emotions were so intense because I didn't know how I could possibly watch it without him. I finally went on and rewatched Season 1 to prepare for Season 2 and found myself crying through the entire 10 episodes every time I thought of his witty banter during the season.

I wasn’t sure I could handle Season 2 without him. I talked about it a lot in Grief therapy and decided I would watch it with him and for him. I would try the first episode and see if I could do it. I would imagine all the conversations we would have had.

Matthew understood being different. He was Deaf and spent so much time in and out of hospitals and was bullied and teased his whole childhood. Even with all of that, he grew up to be loving, kind, accepting of all, and a VERY FUNNY guy.

On the day I started S2, I remembered that Matthew enjoyed being on the groups on Reddit for OFMD. Having never done Reddit, I was nervous, but decided I would see if the online community would be something that would give me the thing I missed so much . . . his commentary.

I couldn't believe how it opened my world up. Everyone was so nice and open to discussion about OFMD. The banter, information and excitement has been so restorative for me. It has given me a lot of healing to say the least. 

I binged the first 3 episodes for S2 and went through it with all of you watching Blackbeard fall into the worst version of the Kraken that he had been and felt every emotion during the s2e3 Merman scene. Laughing and crying, laughing and crying, I waited for each week craving their reunion would finally happen and celebrated on-line with the entire fandom as we shared our analysis and thoughts.

Having a show that means so much to me has truly made me so happy. I loved that Ed and Stede are a middle aged couple and that they both had to grow so much to get to the point where they could be together in life as a beautiful and loving couple. I appreciated the writing so much because DJ and crew did really give us what he said he would, but in a far better way than I could have ever imagined.

I still need a s3 because I want to see Ed and Stede mature even more as a couple--no more leaving each other! I also want to see them meet up with their found family.

I want to see the new Revenge adventures, Spanish Jackie and Swede, Izzy legacy moments, Zheng, Oluwande, Wee John, Jim, Archie, Fang, Frenchie, Black Pete, Lucius, Buttons the sea gull, the perfect music and emotional parallels to past episodes and, of course, revenge for Minor Prince Ricky, Is that asking too much? I'm sure I left out so much else I want to see, but you all get it because you are stuck in this vortex right along side of me.

I dream of HBO/Max renewing this sooner rather than later so I can start thinking of when they will be filming and following all the hints that unfold. This show means so much to me and I am grateful that it exists. 

I feel like I can be a better version of an ally to the community I love so much by immersing myself within all the representation in this treasure trove of storytelling. I learn so much by seeing these relationships develop into deep and committed love and have such respect for all of us who just want to see these relationships normalized everywhere in society. We all benefit from inclusion and I am very very grateful for this show. It means more to me than I could ever explain.

I'm sorry I rambled, but I am just so appreciative of all the people in this group who just share and talk and roll around in all our in-depth chatter.

I celebrate this series and everyone that worked so hard to provide this beautiful story. I feel my son's presence every moment I watch it (on repeat) and discuss it every single day.

Izzy's (Con's) death scene touched me deeply . . . thinking about losing my son and how that felt and how I held onto him for as long as I could so I wouldn’t forget how it felt to hold him. Taika's commitment to the pain of losing Izzy felt like it paralleled all my feelings since the loss. Izzy's deathbed voice and words have lived in my heart ever since.

Con and Taika were top tier and seeing all the crew's emotions as they watched what was happening felt so raw and touching. I also felt so much from s2e3 when Ed is dead and Stede is begging him to live . . . I lived that as well, convinced that my son would somehow prove them all wrong and open his eyes. I said it over and over and when Ed opened his eyes, I just felt every single emotional hurdle.

Yes, I was a bucket of tears through it all, but I also felt a lot of healing. I’d love to hear from any of you who have had some kind of evolution or growth from this gift of a show."

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You can reach out to Stephanie here on twitter if you'd like to discuss some of your experiences as well.  SRC: Stephanie's words per her permission. If someone doesn't have access to tumblr, they can read about Matthew on the Repo:

Cameo: Rhys Darby - For Matthew

[ladyelissarose]

‘A Mother’s Revenge’

Chapter 3- ‘Can I Trust You?’

Warnings: mentions of warfare stuff, it’s COD stuff, this chapter mainly focuses on them getting to know and trust her, as her with them… but pay attention to details ;)

I sat inside what sounded like a large SUV or truck, the motor/engine was pretty loud. My hands were tied in front of me and I had a blindfold over my face, or to be more exact, it was a black balaclava, but it was put on me backwards so I wouldn’t see anyone or anything. I felt two people sit next to me on both sides, their arms felt large compared to mine, as we were squeezed up next to each other. I knew they were men, only because they breathe loud and smelled like men, hardworking men that pay for food with the sweat of their brow. I knew that for sure the Captain, John Price, sat in front of me, for he said he would in case I needed anything. (So far he was the only person I’ve met, that has been gentle, he was still serious, and quiet, but gentle.)  The road was very bumpy at first, loud too as we tried to find a way out of the safe house hidden in the forest, but now it feels like we are on an actual road, things felt smooth, and I could hear my surroundings more clearly without all the noise of the outside. I stiffened when I heard a low voice speak, finally breaking the silence,

 “Cap’, are we almost there yet?”

I thought for a second after hearing that voice, it sounded familiar,

 ‘Hey… I’ve heard that voice before… was it on the bus when I heard it?’

I voiced my thoughts out loud after clearing my throat,

 “I’ve heard you before..”

Soap’s POV

‘Fuck me! There’s no way in hell that this lass remembers my voice?? It was like… two to three words that I said??!’

I turned to look at Price, wondering if I should respond to her, he nodded his head once, and sat back, waiting for me to do the talking. I held silence for a bit, it wasn’t that I was shy, I just didn’t know what to say. But my good ol’ boy Ghost, Simon the fuckin’ Ghost Riley, spoke up for me, loud and clear, making his ‘heavenly’ and ‘gracious’ presence known in his deep, British accent,

 “You met him on the bus earlier… before you got down.”

Ghost sat on the right, next to her, I saw her clasp her hands together nervously, and nod slowly, it looked like she was collecting her thoughts and words. For it only took a minute for her to reply, in a calm, voice.

 “He’s wearing a Mohawk right? And black combat boots with grey laces?”

Alejandro stifled a laugh as he silently mocked my hairstyle and choice of shoes (as per usual). I looked at Ghost hoping he’d do something about that, but I didn’t find his eyes looking at mine, I found them already glaring at Alejandro and Rudy, who were talking amongst themselves. I smiled proudly knowing I didn’t have to worry about them when Ghost was around, but this time I did simply reply to Melione, 

 “Yes, I am. You have great memory.”

I heard her scoff lowly, 

 “I have to.”

 And from the rest of the ride on, that’s was all she had said, but though her talk was short, it still amazed me how much she remembered in such a little time. I could only imagine that she was probably military before or worked for a great agency, her talent and background was really good, and I had seen her too, while watching her on camera back at her place, that she could perhaps kill quite a few at once, she had the drive, and the motive that we are yet to figure out. 

 Ghost’s POV

Once we arrived, I was given specific orders from Price before we got down,

 “Lieutenant, take her to the basement, and leave her there, then come back up to see me, I need to talk to all you boys. Let’s go.”

 Commander Philip Graves and Sergeant Major Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra, opened the two doors of the back of our truck and got out first, they looked around the area for a quick second then told us it was clear to go on. Immediately we all grabbed our things to move out in sync. Soap hopped out before Melione, and being the gentleman I never knew he was, he worded what he was going to do first, then took Melione’s waist carefully, and carried her off and made sure her feet were flat on the ground before he let her go. He then looked at me with a pleased look and I simply rolled my eyes and muttered to him,

 “Show off.”

I watched Soap’s face defaulter with a frown and I winked at him. 

 ‘Sensitive Scot.’

I then grasped Melione’s arm and started to walk her towards the little room we were about to walk in, well, it actually looked like a tiny shed, but behind those doors was a flight of stairs, going down. Price spoke through his radio and let the other soldiers know that they could let us in. Soon we were granted entrance and headed onward, I pulled Melione close to me as I informed her while at the edge of the first step,

 “We’re going down a flight of stairs, so don’t pull away and go slow.”

 She nodded and let out a small response,

 “Ok.”

The stairs went down about 40 feet. But it only took a few minutes for all of us to reach the ground. I recognized our personal safe house once we actually arrived. It was full of tactical gear and soldiers around us as usual, the same old shitty light that was above us, and the large wooden table that stood in the middle of the room, (that was where we usually had our ‘meetings’ or combat planning done) To my left was a door, that also had a flight of stairs behind it, which led to the ‘basement’. It was simply an empty room, maybe a ‘10 by 10’ size, with only a single lightbulb hanging on the ceiling. We usually held our captives there, to interrogate them and such. But before I began making my way there, Price pulled me away and whispered in my ear,

 “Take off her blindfold once she’s inside, But don’t undo her ties.”

To let him know I understood, I locked my eyes on him and shook my head, then I proceeded. Melione seemed nonthreatening for now, she was attentive though to instructions and obeyed them all, even if they were small orders. I warned her once more about the stairs and she replied the same, and we made our way down quickly but safely. I unlocked the door and guided her in, as she faced away from me I took the top of the balaclava she wore and yanked it off. In seconds she turned to face me to see who I was. And if I had to describe how I saw her expression change in seconds, I’d say it looked like if her breath had escaped her lungs, and her skin had lost its shade of color. Her eyes widened a bit, and she took a step back.

Your POV

‘Your eyes… they’re so empty? Why are you scaring me though? What about you is scaring me- shiiit… his eyes look like the ones that killed my family… cold and heartless.’

 The more I looked into his eyes the more I saw it, how dark they really were, how dark his soul probably was. I couldn’t see anything of him but his eyes, but it was enough for me to take into count, who he was, a cold-hearted killer. It was like if I could feel his intimidating soul lurking around me, trying to find a way inside me. Never in my life, had I seen someone so scary, but so intriguing at the same time, hence why my eyes, hadn’t left him yet. There was something about them that felt so familiar to me, but right now, the memory or realization didn’t click. I snapped out of it when he then sighed,

 “Stay here until someone gets you.”

And with that he turned around and left me alone in this tiny, dim lighted room. 

To say the least I felt a little worried, these people were military trained, killers, experts at their job, basically better off than me in a fight. But, my only known advantage at the moment was the fact that no one else knew who I really was, except for that lady Laswell and her unusual looking teddy-bear guy named Captain Price. The rest were completely unaware that I was a regular civilian with the capability of causing much more damage that they all combined could cause. And I really didn’t have problem with working with them, I didn’t. For I wasn’t here for them, or to get to know them, my only purpose, interest, and reason to breathe was to get the man that them and I are after, and as for right now, I didn’t care how or what means it took, to catch him and cage his soul into my own hands.

 Prices POV

I watched Ghost closely as he came up from the stairs and walked towards where we all stood. Honestly, for the first time in a long time, he looked… concerned. I could read it in his eyes, eyes that usual held no emotion but anger and sorrow, now held a twinkle in them that put me immediately off guard. But I would ask him about it later, when no one was around to hear his deep thoughts that he kept quite hidden and sacred from everyone else. 

“Melione is going to be working on our team, she will be beside us the entire time.  Though I expect every one of you to be vigilant of her actions, and mark her every move. Whatever questions you have, ask them now and never ask them again if not any.”

 I eyed them all, I could see Soap looking at me like if he needed to say something, so I asked him,

 “Lad, do you have a question?”

I saw Soap’s eyes gleam up as he replied,

 “Yes sir, umm... is Melione going to be staying with us too? And be working around us in everything?”

 I shook my head,

 “Yes, consider her a new member of the team. She’s doing everything we’re doing, going where we go. All her personal information is hidden and kept classified by the order of General Shepherd. So that I can’t give you.”

 Gaz then cocked his head and voiced,

 “She’s here to help us with our mission, right? I mean doesn’t have more than we do about our target?”

Ghost grunted and answered for me with a scoff,

 “I assuming she does if Laswell has her here, Sergeant.”

 I turned to Ghost and saw the gears turning in his head, something about all this was throwing him off, I definitely had to talk to him about it. But once again, I let it slide for now as I went on to say and suggest to them,

 “Try to be as civil as possible with this one. Let her open up to you so we can gain her trust and grab good information. If she doesn’t trust any of you, she won’t open up, she only use what you know to add up to what she has. We have to show her that we are not the enemy, because we aren’t. Understood boys?”

 They all nodded in sync, and Graves spoke up as he offered, 

 “I’ll try to open up to her, get her comfortable if not even give her a tour of this place... show her that we trust her around everything. Give her a place here.”

Ghost grunted again under his breath at what Graves mentioned, meaning he didn’t really approve, and I usually took a big interest in what he thought. So I then proposed,

 “Why don’t you and Soap do that? Soap happens to have an awful humor that miraculously breaks through all kinds of ice.”

 Soap scowled at me but I sent him a wink, knowing he’d understand. Ghost nodded and hummed approvingly this time. Soap then took a deep breath and commented,

 “Cap’s right... I’ll go on wi’ you Graves... come on, le’s go now.”

Graves clenched his fists and subtly rolled his eyes, which was weird, he always liked going with Soap everywhere, why not now? He’s probably in a mood. I then dismissed everyone and let them go do their own things for now, like check out their weapons and gear, make sure all is in tact and such. For tonight, was when we did the official planning to move on.

 Ghost was about to stomp off when I snapped my fingers and whistled for his attention. His head snapped towards me and then followed my finger which was pointed towards the room where we needed to talk. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, before walking in front of me. As I mentioned before, I trusted Ghost’s thoughts, so I was always willing to hear a piece of what we he was willing to let go. 

Ghost’s POV

‘I think I should wear dark shades over my fuckin’ mask, Price has learned to read through my damn eyes.’

I waited for Price to walk in and sit down, then I shut the door after I made sure no one was around to come and listen in at the door. I then leaned against the door and covered my face with my gloved palm, trying to collect exactly what I wanted to say, so it’d make sense. I heard Price sigh lowly and ask,

 “Simon... what’s wrong? You seem.. off.”

‘Price wants to talk to Simon... alright.’

I trailed my hand behind me and locked the door. With my eyes on Price I slipped off my mask, and saw how his face lit up and how his shoulders dropped. He relaxed at my confidence to let my guard down for a little while. A switch always flipped the minute I took off my mask, I felt more... vulnerable and.. small. I found the floor interesting to look at while I spoke out my mind,

 “Listen John, I’m not sure about this one, Melione.”

I knew Price would understand me, my history of not trusting others right away was known to him. Price took off his hat and ruffled his hair as he replied,

“I’m not sure either... but Laswell seems pretty confident about this... and I wholly trust Laswell.”

 “I know you do... but do you trust her.. Melione?”

Price leaned towards me, making me snap my eyes on him as he quietly asked,

 “Do you trust her?”

I swallowed hard, and thought for a moment,

 ‘I don’t.. but I do at the same time... the way she looked at me... she looked afraid, but strong. Like if she’d be terrified to take me down, but she’d still do it... while terrified.’

 I shook my head and scoffed,

 “I don’t know yet, I trust her capabilities or abilities.. but not her.. not yet at least.”

Price sent me a warm smile, and could only say,

 “You’re Ghost, Simon. Treat her like Simon would.. but watch her like Ghost would. Balance who you are to get to her. That’s your main mission. I can’t tell you who she is, because I don’t even know. I only did what I was ordered and that was it, so if you want to know more about her... learn her. Maybe through all of this, we can still save her, before she’s all gone.”

‘Save her?? Damn it I really wish I knew where she came from...’

“Alright then... I will. Thanks John.”

Price stood up and gave me back my balaclava, with a smile he watched me put it on as he said,

 “Anytime Simon, you know where to find me if you need to know or tell anything.”

Once behind the mask I replied,

“I will Captain.”

 Your POV

I was now walking between two men, after they let my ties loose. I mean, I could’ve done it on my own, but I didn’t want to pose as a threat to them because I don’t listen to simple orders. The Mohawk guy told me in his Scottish accent that he was known as ‘Soap’. I did my best to hold my thoughts to myself at hearing such a funny name for a tough guy. The other was a blond guy, who asked me to call him ‘Graves’ or ‘Philip’. I was surprised to hear him tell me his full name, unlike Soap who only gave me his callsign or nickname. But he sounded and looked American, someone from my homeland, so he was probably a more relaxed and chill person. We had already gone through some other rooms, like the kitchenette, the resting rooms, showers and restrooms, all the civil places here underground. Soap talked my ears off telling me every detail of every room, I thought I would get annoyed after 5 minutes of hearing his rather interesting words and Scottish slang, but he actually kept me calm and interested. Graves on the other hand… was only eyeing me the entire time, he said a few words here and there, only when Soap asked him to free with him on a comment he made. But I caught him several times just staring at my face, at to start the least, the more time we spent together, I trusted him less, he made me feel uncomfortable.

‘I thought no one knew about me… why do I feel like he knows more than he says he does?’

Finally after an hour, we neared a room where Soap told me prior to arriving there that is was the room where planning for missions took place. Upon walking in, I caught eye of their entire team.

‘Why do they all stand like statues… and look like they’re part of a cult?’

I swallowed what was left in my already dry mouth, and stuck close to Soap, I felt 1% safer around him than anyone else right now. I guess he noticed my tense state, for he told me in a soft and low tone,

“T’s is our team lass, the 141 Task Force.. and Los Vaqueros. The’re all good guys, don’t worry your min’ eh?”

I sent him a curt nod that gave me a small smile from him, he then raised his voice and called to the rest,

“Boi’s… This is Melione. She’s working with us now.”

A tall man with a darker colored skin than the rest approached me first with a sweet smile and gentle voice, he shook my hand as he spoke up,

“I’m Gaz… glad to have you here.”

I replied as kindly and shortly as possible, trying to bury away my growing nerves,

“Melione.”

He accepted my answer and walked away after a sort nod. Then Two Mexican looking men, (good looking men) came towards me and the one with a goatee saluted me first,

“Lieutenant Melione, quite the rank you got their corazon… Colonel Alejandro Vargas.”

‘Lieutenant? Damn I didn’t read that part on the papers… why such a high rank though?’

He seemed like your cocky or proud type, but it was manageable, I shook his hand and replied in his energy,

“Earned it Vargas.. thank you.”

He sent me a toothy smile then ushered his buddy to stand in front of me as he spoke for his pal,

“This here is mi amigo, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra… my second in command for Los Vaqueros.”

Parra was shy for sure, he couldn’t even look me in the eye, but trying to be the normal looking one here, I took his hand into mine and shook it firmly,

“Nice to meet you Parra.”

“Y-You too, Melione.”

Those two were definitely Mexican, sharing everything about themselves, I had met people like them before, very kind and open to you, if you spent five more minutes with them you’d already be in their grandmothers house at their dinner table.

You know, if I had thought my nerves had disappeared, they resurfaced and came crashing harder when I met the scary man again… the skull faced one. He walked into the room with Price, with his eyes on mine almost immediately. It was like if my eyes were glued to his too, because I couldn’t get them off of him no matter how much he terrified me. His long legs got him to stand in front of me in seconds, which practically took my breath away. He then looked down at me, with those cold ass eyes, and sighed,

“Lieutenant… Ghost.”

He called you Lieutenant then gave you his name, ‘Ghost’.

‘Your name had to be just as freaky as you… happy fuckin Halloween.’

In my greatest ability to not have my hand shaking while raising it up to his, I took it and replied with the same tone he used, cold yet calm.

“Melione.”

He sent me a curt nod, looked like approval. His eyes then left mine and he stayed in the same place, right next to me, as Captain Price began to inform.

“Melione, you already have some kind of communication with our target… Hassan. I need you to contact him and see if you can push the deal for tomorrow night. If he really wants to work with you, he’ll oblige to what you want. We need time to seriously plan this.”

Taking out a burner phone from my pocket I waved it in the it as I asked,

“What time would be good?”

Ghost turned to Price as he suggested,

“Can we do 9:30?”

Price bounced on his heel for a split second before replying,

“certainly.. sounds like a good time. And the location, had you already discussed that Melione?”

“I did, we were planning to meet at the sea port where I’d arrive. Then from there I’d go where they wanted to deal.”

Graves shook his head and mockingly said,

“You were trusting them to take you wherever they pleased?”

‘Is he calling me stupid?’

“It’s called gaining their trust, stud.”

“T’s not a bad call, mate.”

Soap and I had spoken at once against Graves, him defending me and I defending myself and my choices.

We then all stayed quiet for a few seconds, weighing our next words of peace or fire if someone slipped up with an unnecessary comment again. But Alejandro spared us a when he broke the silence,

“If we are able to get a camera on you, we can see where you’re going, and follow behind as much as possible without getting caught.”

I sent Alejandro a tight lipped smile,

‘That’s more like it…’

“I agree.. Melione… make that call when you’re ready but not after midnight, and let me or Ghost know when the cal is through and successful. For the rest of you boys, call it a night and rest up, tomorrow we got an important mission.”

Like little busy bodies they all blessed themselves with a ‘good night’ and left the room, heading to their own destinations for sleep. But before Soap left, he called out to Ghost and said,

“Lt. Can I have a minute with you?”

I would be the only one left in the room if they left, which was ok, that’s give me time to make the call. I watched them both walk off, Sop looked back and saluted me goodbye, I returned the gesture before he was out of sight. For now, Price, Soap, and Gaz were the only ones I trusted, oh and Alejandro and Rudolfo for sure. The rest… like Ghost and Graves… I wasn’t too sure yet.

Ghost’s POV

I followed Johnny to a dark corner, and listened as he rapidly said,

“Gonna make t’s quick, but I think Melione has a family…”

I eyed him with confusion as I asked with a whisper,

“And how do you know Johnny?”

He looked down at my feet and murmured,

“itookherwatchonthebusandsawapictureofamanandchildonthebackofit.”

I scrunched my face in more confusion, causing me to grab his face and face it towards me as I questioned again,

“what?!”

He couldn’t look me in the eye still, but this time he did amswer me more clearer and simpler,

“I said I saw a picture of a family on her watch, pickpocketed it then returned it like if she dropped it. And the name ‘Benjamin’ was incarved on the band.”

‘I guess that pickpocketing cruelly paid off after all these years of him trying to master it for some god forbidden reason.’

I clapped his cheek softly and sighed,

“ok… thank you Johnny. Next time, be careful about that pickpocketing…”

He finally set his blue dumb orbs on my eyes as he smirked,

“It’s only good as long as I don’t get caught, Lt.”

I pushed his head away playfully as I ordered,

“Get some rest asshole.”

He scoffed while flipping the bird,

“Ya too Lt.”

I then started walking back to the room as I thought,

‘So she has a family? Why risk losing herself if she has them? Or maybe she doesn’t anymore..?’

Getting closer to the room I caught Graves lurking around, I whistled for his attention and he slightly jumped at my presence. He even cursed at me playfully, trying to play off what he did,

“Fucking damn, They don’t call you Ghost for nothing… didn’t even hear you-“

“shouldn’t have anyways… didn’t Cap tell ya to get your arse in bed?”

He stood still not believing that I didn’t buy his humor at the moment, and I could see his eyes change to a slight annoyance and anger. When he saw I didn’t budge, he then huffed while now brushing past me,

“yeah yeah, I know. Just was making sure the girl wasn’t doing anything weird-“

I caught his upper arm and pulled him close as I threatened,

“leave. her. alone. If not, we’ll talk long and hard.”

He yanked his arm away from my hold and stomped away before I let anything else happen.

‘The hell is his deal? Why is he so eager to get her on her own?-‘

“Ghost?”

I was brought out of my thoughts for a split second when I saw Melione in sight with a stance of a scared girl. I could see it through her, in her… the innocence she held, her eyes still even held color… though every time I saw her again, those colors got duller and duller. She was clutching the phone in her hand painfully, I could see the color of her skin turn white, and her eyes bounced between mine. I didn’t dare move from where I stood, I didn’t want to scare her more, if she was scared. So I then raised my voice enough to where she could hear me clearly ask,

“Did it go through?”

She swallowed harshly and nodded,

“Yes. His partner answered and said that I’d meet him tomorrow at his place… not at the seaport.”

‘sounds about right…’

“ok.. tomorrow Price will debrief us on the rest, I’ll inform him tonight though… did the boys show you the barracks-“

“-yeah, they did… though I’m going to umm… stay here.”

I could tell it was her untrustworthiness in us that was speaking, but that was ok… I remember it took a lot of me to trust who I trust now, and even then, I sometimes still struggle.

“that’s fine…”

She then took a seat on one of the chairs there, and checked her watch, the one Johnny mentioned to me about. I didn’t want to see like a creep or worse, so I just offered one last thing before going,

“Steal a blanket if you need. Or anything. Price is going to be behind the last door in the hall if you need him.”

She quietly nodded, giving me a short sense of peace before she asked this one last question, that caught my deepest attention,

“And where are you staying Ghost?”

‘why?’

As much as she somewhat frightened me, I replied knowing I was now going to keep a gun in hand in my sleep,

“I’m right next to him…”

“ok.. thanks.”

[stesierra]

Sorry to disappear, guys. Things have been crazy over here. But I am surviving! My brain is just mush. So here's a tag game to get me back to thinking about my WIPs.

@fishythewriter tagged me!

My words are: Bone, Soul, Knife, and Blood. I'm drawing from Court Phoenix. I'm tagging @macabremoons and anyone else interested with the words moon, frail and death.

Bone

Chujulan’s hands settled on my shoulders. “Kerra? What’s wrong?”

“I saw a ghost,” I croaked. Our shaman had warned us often of these daylight demons. They had no power to possess or hurt at night, but by day they were a constant threat. When she was alive, she’d prevented such dangerous spirits from entering our lands. Now that she was dead, my village lay vulnerable. And I had no protections from them at all.

The princess’s grip turned painful, her nails digging through my shirt. “Impossible. Ghosts aren’t real.”

“The city doesn’t believe in ghosts?” How stupid were they?

She snorted. “The others are obsessed with them. But I refuse to hide myself from the sun or cower behind the city’s wards because of them.”

Was that why the city-folk always visited our village at night? Because they were afraid of encountering ghosts?

“And if ghosts exist, why did I see nothing?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But the sun had half-blinded me, and in those blind spots, it appeared.”

"You saw a ghost in after-images of the sun?"

Her doubt irked me. “The dead don't have bodies. If they want to make themselves known, they have to make do with whatever nature provides, unless they possess a human or animal. That's what our shaman said.”

Her hands released my shoulders. “Maybe. I don't know much about loose spirits.”

“Why not?”

“The city is warded. Nothing without a body can exist there. Nothing possessed can walk through.”

I nodded. It wasn't dissimilar to what our shamans did. At home those wards were caught up in little bundles of bird bones or in blessings written in the corners of our paper windows. “But don't you all tell stories about them? About wandering spirits and lost souls?”

“The only tales we tell of ghosts are warnings. The only wanderers we care about are those who wander for a reason.”

“A reason?”

“Revenge.”

Soul

I went to bed, but it didn’t help. Whenever I was awake, my head and muscles tormented me, as though both were about to crumble to pieces like rotted wood, and my heart fluttered in my chest, too weak and too fast. When I dreamed, it was of my village on the other side of a great chasm, grayed to a ghost by smoke. I moved away from it, as if I stood on the walking city’s edge as it roamed across the steppe. I couldn’t jump off or run to it. I could only watch it vanish in the distance. And I woke with tears in my eyes and a horrible emptiness in my soul. My father’s words echoed in my mind: “If you move to Skyfire, the city will sink its barbs into your soul. Your anchor will be torn from the earth. And you’ll fade to nothing and die.”

I tried to tell myself this was just some disease common to the city folk. But as I burrowed under my blankets, I knew it wasn’t. I didn’t get sick, not like my non-magical siblings, and I’d never felt so empty. Maybe my father was right; maybe I was dying, and by now I was so far from my village I would never find my way back. And I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to live here with Hes, wanted to rise to become someone important the way a blacksmith never would.

Knife

Chujulan frowned. “Go to bed,” she advised. “You look like shit.”

“What do you care?” I muttered, too sick to care about manners.

She cocked her head at me. “You remind me of someone.”

Something about her tone made me look up. I couldn’t read the expression on her face. “Who?”

She didn’t answer for a minute. Then she said softly, “Her name was Cherin. In our ancient tongue, it means 'long-life' and is given to bring good fortune.” Her lips twisted in a not-smile.

“I take it she got neither.”

“No,” Chujulan said. “She died on the surgeon's table. She was only fifteen. And just starting her menses, although it was late.”

“Was she another landbound?” I asked, still bewildered by her interest.

“She was my only full-blooded sibling.”

“Oh. I'm sorry.” What else was there to say? “Why did she have to go under the knife?”

Chujulan's brows lifted. “She had her menses.”

I tried, “And that made her... sick?”

Her humorless laugh jabbed like a needle. “You’re so ignorant, Kerra. You’ll never survive in this city if you don’t learn.”

My face flushed hot. “Then tell me what you mean. How else am I supposed to learn anything?”

Her smile bent in all the wrong ways. “Listen to the gossip. You’ll find it anywhere. The day-wakers love to talk about us. Almost as much as the lordly.”

“You mean about the rials?”

“Who else? To speak lightly of sagan or regalie is to court ruin. But what are his bastards but dogs on a leash?”

“I am pretty sure you could have most of them killed.”

“Not lightly, not citizens, not unless I wanted to justify it to my father's judge and risk my high position at his side. So they watch and talk. And if a rial, upon reaching puberty, is plied with drugs and liquor and carried away, they place bets on whether she will ever return.”

I was fascinated despite my headache. “You came back.”

“Yes, because I didn't die.”

“Where did they take you?”

She shrugged, a hand running across iron chair beneath her. “To the surgeons, as I said. It's a safe procedure for boys — the city has made eunuchs for as long as it's castrated deer bulls. But we women they must cut open and gut like a rabbit, pulling out the bits they don't like. When Cherin,” she said and paused. “When my sister went under the knife, she died before they even stitched her back up.”

It was a nightmare story, and one I simply could not comprehend. I whispered, “Which bits did they take?”

“The womb. The tissues associated with it. Everything needed to bear a child.”

"Why?" I blurted.

“As long as we are sterile, we cannot seek to claim the herd throne. No one would back a contender without hope of heirs.”

“They think you'll try to rule otherwise?”

“The sagans have always feared a coup, sometimes even rightly. So they have seen that no rial will ever spark a civil war, nor serve as a lordly's figurehead.”

Blood

“The Ferd-Marshal sent you a note,” the girl said as I inspected the garment. She held out a sheet of paper.

What in the world was a Ferd-Marshal? I put the outfit down on the pile and said, “I can’t read.”

She stared at me, as though I’d declared that I could fly. I refused to be embarrassed. I was a villager, not a city-woman, and we didn’t write things down.

She said finally, “I’ll read it to you.” The girl smoothed her fingers over the paper.

“Kerra,

This should be delivered with your new outfits. They’re fireproof, so Heslibra shouldn’t be able to turn you into a torch any longer. Wear them every day and forget your old clothes. This is your costume now. Clothes and makeup are a language you’ll need to learn to read. Lying about your status by wearing the wrong outfit or eyeliner is a capital crime. So stick with what I’ve sent you.

If the Breaker of Legends summons you — and he will — tell him the sagan says you answer to Batoktoa directly and not to him. He’s insufferable.”

Chujulan had written this. She must have. So she was the Ferd-Marshal, whatever that meant.

The girl folded up the note and dropped it on my table, as if I had any use for it. As she turned to leave, I blurted, “Can you arrange for a new mattress and blankets to be brought here? I don’t know who else to ask.”

She frowned at me. “What’s wrong with the ones you already have?”

I choked on words for a moment. “They’re covered with blood! Someone died in that bed, and I’m not sleeping on it!”

“Oh,” she said, looking at the door to the bedroom with wide eyes. “I thought they cleaned that up.”

“Well, they didn’t, whoever they are. Can you arrange for a bed or not?”

The girl pursed her lips. “I suppose. Something will arrive before morning.”

Before morning, because the city-folk stayed awake all night and slept all day. This place was clearly mad.

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[dangelqueentmnt16]

Hat box ghost x autistic reader 💕

Based a real story from my dear friend with autism! 

My name is Y/N I'm 18 and I live in Louisiana, in an old mansion. I'm walking home after school, you see people are ignorant asshols! I was in class today talking to my bff. We were walking down the hall to lunch.I was talking about my favorite game plants vs zombies! The lore is actually very coated and detailed! But suddenly my stupid classmates intruded in our conversation! "Hey Y/N, how's it going!?" They taunted me, my bff scrunched her nose in annoyance. "Go away, I'm not dealing with your shit today Claire!" I snapped at her. But little did I notice the air horn Maggie had in her hand, suddenly she blaired it in my right ear! Scarring me shitless, my bff saw me collapse and cover my ears on the floor. She snarled at the tow twits, and began yelling at them, but all I could hear was ringing… my hands and body felt shaky…. My voice began to stutter in mumbles and sounds without illegible words. My bff saw this and knew that moving me would only over stimulate me more! But she sat with me for the whole hour, even though the teacher eventually made us go back to class…

You see, I have autism, and I'm very known for being overstimulated easily in school. Due to the one year I had an attack during a fire drill! You see, sudden loud noises tend to make me over-stimulate… and my classmates think I'm faking it or I'm just crazy! The only real friend I have is my bff, who has OCD! To say the least, the rest of the day was hell! I was fumbling over myself, and put myself into my drawing trying to keep calm. It didn't really help much, but my teachers were understanding. but mostly I just wanted to go home! 

I'm now on my way home walking down the dirt road, the air is crisp and cool. Autumn is in motion and the air feels free with lively energy! As I walk down the lane to the front of the house, i noticed my parents cars weren't in the driveway. Mom must be at work, and dad is probably getting groceries. I walk up the steps to meet the door, inserting the key and turning it with a click. I push the door open with a eary creek, and close it behind me trapping the cool air outside! "HELLO, IM HOOOOME!!!" I yell out to the house my voice, bouncing off the walls. There was no answer, so I sighed and turned to the kitchen tossing my coat off on the kitchen table. I go for the  cabinet, and grab the hot coco mix. I then put some water in the electric kettle, and set it to warm up "tisk tissue tissue, young lady put your jacket away!" I smile softly, but not much. I didn't feel great today… I turn to the direction of the voice, "hi hatty!" Before my eyes he materialized. There stood my favorite ghost with a goofy grin and hatbox in hand. He looked up at me with a smile, but it fell quickly " my dear, why do your eyes seem so sad?" I sighed a beep echoed in the room, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured the warm water in the mug. Mixing in the hot cocoa packet, I took my first sip and let the flavor take me away from my sorrows… "Y/N?" Hatty asked again and I sighed, placing my cup down on the counter. "Claire and Maggie blew a blow horn in my ear and I got over-stimulated at lunch time.." I silently confessed. His eyes widened, and his face grew with some anger. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry Y/N!" He came over to you scooping you in a cold embrace, you let the tears fall and cried into his chest. He held you like the moment he let go you'd disappear, little did I know he was plotting a great revenge! CLAIRE AND NAGGIE WILL PAY!!" The rest of the night you two spent your time in your room on your bed, cuddling watching markiplier get scared shitless from fnaf jump scares!

Part 2 eventually. I'm very busy with packing "my boyfriend & his fam r moving", and studying the G.E.D. so srry but I promise part 2 will come soon luv yall 🤗💕

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

47

Fifth skull, in two - the exorcism is about to begin.

She had said to Ortus, “I thought the messages were hallucinations, even though I never hallucinated like that before. It was easier to believe I was succumbing to the madness again.” “Harrow,” he had said, “I have come to the conclusion that you were never mad … though who can be the judge of madness?”

Just like me, Ortus thinks the insanity was an artefact of the whole Harrow's brain being seriously messed with.

“Pal always said I’d be the death of him. And I was … He and I never even got to meet. I never even really got off Rhodes. It seems like such a bastard. You did kill the Lyctor, didn’t you?” “Yes,” said Harrowhark. “Was it quick?” “Quicker than she deserved,” said Harrow.

Harrow, don't be so sure of that.

And if, somehow, they managed to get Palamedes to join their little bubble from his - then perhaps Dulcinea and him could still meet, at least in death? That would be sweet.

Harrow remembered that Palamedes Sextus had made a war of his whole life in order to prosecute his desire to marry this woman. “The only thing that ever stopped me being exactly who I wanted,” she said, “was the worry that I would soon be dead … and now I am dead, Reverend Daughter, and I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”

Oh hell yeah. The real Dulcinea Septimus is really cool, I like her.

“Oh, Harrow, bless you, I always was a busybody,” she said smilingly. “Don’t thank me for sticking my oar in. You asked me to come, and I came. I understand you didn’t ask on purpose, but I like to think that there was a grain in your soul that saw yourself in need, and perhaps thought to itself, I wish I had Abigail Pent. It takes a great deal of ego to be a psychopomp. Thank you for letting me be yours.” And she curtseyed to Harrowhark, with enormous grace. Harrowhark bowed in return, and found herself saying, “The body of the Locked Tomb preserve you and yours, Pent,” and meaning it.

I'm sooooooooo happy we get to spend some time with Real Abigail. I was always so sad that they died so early in Gideon the Ninth. I always felt like Harrow's fake memories felt too real, when it came to her. I'm sooooo glad it's really her, well, her soul.

Abigail asked: “Who are you?” And with a sodium flare sparking from Abigail’s fingers, the lid of the coffin swung open [...] There was nothing inside.

:o

The Sleeper was not, in the end, of any great height or breadth, and the voice that had emerged from that mask was not inhuman. In fact, it was a woman’s voice. “You wizards never learn,” said the Sleeper.

My bets are still on Cytherea, somewhat.

“Listen to your leader,” said the Sleeper. “Don’t engage. I’m not here for you, but don’t think you can’t die again. Just give me the girl, and the rest of you are free to go back to whatever hell you came from.” Abigail said, from somewhere in cover, “You must be joking.”

You really think Harrow's friends are going to abandon her so easily? After already going through all of this for her - while being able to leave, and deliberately choosing not to?

“Seven,” said the Sleeper. “Six. Five—” “My cue, I think,” said Magnus Quinn.

I LOVE this. I love all of them banding together to fight an unnamed, faceless, terrifying ghost.

“I have known one death,” he said hoarsely, “and I swear that I will not know its like again.” “Smart boy,” rasped the Sleeper, her voice still strangely fuzzy, as if she were speaking through a communicator. “Figuring out the limits, are we? Doesn’t matter. My rules.”

Souls can die in here, but not so easily. I'm completely gripped, I'm on the edge of my seat, the real world doesn't even exist to me anymore.

“What happens? What happens if you take me?” Ortus said urgently, “Lady, no.” The Sleeper said, “You’ll die. It doesn’t have to hurt. I’m not here to torture anyone.” “And?” “I get your body.” “And?” “I finish it.” “Finish what?” “This isn’t a conversation. Two.”

How terrifying!

It could still be Cytherea. She saved Harrow's body earlier - it could be because she wanted it for herself.

But I somehow feel like it's getting somewhat less likely that it's her.

[tastybluesprite]

Hello!! Im the previous annon that requested for spy x family (have you watched episode five *spoiler alert*) There's a scene where agents got a mission to stop Loid from coming to Anya. I'll be fun if those agents used tickle attacks to Loid XD (I'm also thinking Franky Franklin can be a good ler).

Loidman

Finally finished this!!!! Ahhh it was so fun to write I definitely think there should be more fics of Loid getting tickled. And you’re absolutely right Franky makes an amazing ler lmaooo!!!

Warnings: none, tickling

Summery: Loid has to save Anya as “Loidman” but what will he do when he finds himself in a tickly situation?

Loid didn’t know why he had agreed to this. He ran and ran till he made it to the pathway where Franky had Anya guarded at the end. “Hah! You made it this far… but can you fend off the rest of the fellow agents???” Franky said in his evil character.

Loid turned to see all the agents he had called forth from his agency, all lined up and ready to attack. Loid sighed, fine guess I have to do this then and got into a fighting stance. Agents came from different angels all at once. He thought he did pretty well considering how unprepared he was. After a while he had beaten majority of them. He thought he could keep it up, that is until someone had tackled him from behind. “Ahahaha! We have you surrounded Twi- uh I mean Loidman!” One of the agents announced proudly.

“Not so fast!!!” Franky shouted, “you will have to escape from the special punishment first!!!” Franky went right to him and began digging into his side. “F-Frahahnky wahahait…” Loid immediately grabbed at his wrists and pulled them away. He pushed Franky so hard that Franky went flying back. “Oh you’ve done it now!!!” Franky shouted, with some slight genuine annoyance hinted in his voice.

“Agents!!” He felt a pair of arms being hooked under his own. He struggled to escape but his arms were firmly held back. He saw Franky inching closer towards him, wiggling his fingers in his direction. “F-Franky, no! Get away from me! Stop!” He desperately tried to escape but he knew his doom was inevitable. He considered calling for Yor but he knew she would be too drunk to understand the situation. Not to mention he’d die of humiliation if she saw him like this.

Franky, now right in front of him, began to wiggle his fingers at his sides. “Oh Cmon Loid we’ve known each other for, what, years? Did you seriously think I’d forget this adorable quirk of yours?”

“Thihihihis Ihihisnt fahahahair” Loid protested through his giggles. “Oh yes it is! Consider it pay back for all the times you were an ass to me.” Loid so badly wanted to tell him to f-off but Anya was in ear shot and he didn’t want to make the situation worse for himself.

His laughter increased when Franky started attacking his underarms. “Frahahahanky lehehet mehehehe gohohohoho!!!”

“If I remember correctly you had a pretty bad spot here…” Franky completely ignored him. “HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE FRAHAHAHAHANKYYY STOHOHOHOHOP.”

“It’s amazing how sensitive your stomach is Loidman” Franky said, smirking as he dug into a particularly sensitive spot at the side of his stomach, making him uncharacteristicly squeal, which was embarrassing enough on its own even without the tickling and teasing. Plus with all of this happening in front of his colleagues. They would never let him live this down.

He could hear Anya in the background giggling. Most probably from seeing her dad in such a state. Yor was possibly too drunk to even process what’s going on let alone help him. “FRAHAHAHANKY YOHOHOU WHIHIHIHIHIN PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE-“ and as suddenly as it started, it ended just as well. Loid collapsed to the floor, trying to catch his breath.

“Well well well it seems like we’ve beaten the great Loidman huh Anya?” Franky asked the younger one. “Has it been so long that you really can’t take it anymore?” Loid wanted to get revenge but he was already too tired out already to overpower Franky. “Save me Loidman!” Anya called. , reminding Loid of what Anya wanted. Loid might be weak when tickled but he was still smart enough to know who the real culprit behind this ploy was. You still wanna be saved huh? Loid thought to himself with a smirk sure I’ll save you.

Sure enough, after that whole ordeal Anya was in for a whole round of tickles.

[sakurasfallingstar]

The Sky, the Land, the Sea, and the Cherry Tree

So this was just a weird plot bunny I've had involving Kingdom Hearts and Sakura Haruno. It probably won't go anywhere else from here, but if anyone wants to use the idea, they can. Just please give me credit.

Also, this was written on my phone late at night, and obviously, writers can't catch all their own mistakes.

Anyways, enjoy.

Kaguya felt the burning rage consumed her very being as these two boys, who where the recarnation of her sons seal her away. She wanted revenge.

Then she felt it.

The door had opened opened, just ever so slightly. She could feel the energy of the worlds seep out from behind it. The world's that were never ment to connect to this one.

She smiled wickedly. She had a the perfect thought that would make this team suffer.

Kaguya allowed her hair to extend and wrap around the the girl.  She had flung her through the opening and watched as door closed as she was sealed away. The screams of the girl's name leaving her teammates lips, brought Kaguya great comfort.

Sakura bearly had enough chakra to one last healing, but nothing more than that. She along with her teammate had let their guards down. Watching as Kaguya was sealed. She even saw Naruto fling black Zetsu to be sealed along with his mother. If only they had known what she would do.

The moment Sakura felt the hair wrap around her she tried to struggle. She even reached out for her sensei for help, but was only able to brush her fingertips against his. She heard him call out for her. Watched as her two other teammates, looked at her. Their eyes shocked with not just worry, but what seemed like helplessness.

"SAKURA," they shouted, together.

Oh, how she once dreamed of them calling her name. However unlike those dreams, it did not sound warm, or happy. It sounded like a plea for her life.

Despite moving at such a fast speed everything around me seemed like it was all in slow motivation. I watched as they grew smaller the further I got.

My eyes grew heavy, after feeling like I was flung threw an invisible force. The force had stretched before tearing. Then I saw the door.

'It closing,' my subconscious, told me as the world around was enveloped in darkness.

The last thing I could feel was my body being submerged into water.

Sora and Riku were at it again, and Kairi was waiting for them at the end point. Most days it was fun to watch, exciting even. Today, however, was different.

From where she stood, she caught a speck of pink from the corner of her eye. She began to walk toward it, and when she saw that it was a person she ran towards them.

Kneeling down toward the girl, she noted that she was breathing, but unconscious. the girl couldn't be any older than 12, yet it looks as if she had been through a lot.

The pink haired girl's clothes were worn, burned and missing it's right sleeve. Not to mention the minor bruises, and the hole that Kairi was sure if she flipped the girl over she'd find an identical one on the other side.

"Riku, can't you just hold back a little for once?"

"Now that wouldn't really do you any good. If you want to beat me then you just have to keep getting better."

Hearing her two boys' voices she called out to them for help.

It was Riku who picked her up, and it was Sora who suggested she stay over his place. His mother was the island's healer in an unofficial way, so yeah.

His mother didn't ask many questions, just hurriedly guided them to the extra room. Riku laid her down of the soft bed. They watched as Sora's mom cover the girl up with a white sheet. The woman even opened the window's blinds slightly to let some light in.

When Sora's mom left, it was quiet between them. They could only stare at the sleeping girl, as the ceiling fan provided a light hum in the background.

In a way it similar to how they first met Kairi.

A girl who they never seen before, washes up on the island. They have no idea where she could have come from. The only thing it brought to the islanders was that thought that there might be more beyond the island. Now the only thing with this girl is that she, unlike Kairi, may have some recollection of where she came from.

It took three days for the pink haired girl to wake up.

Sora was in the room just taking away, to keep her company, when she opened her eyes.

Of course he and his friends have been visiting. Not only were they curious of the girl, but they also didn't want her to feel lonely. They knew she didn't have anybody to make sure she was ok or visit, so they took it upon themselves.

Only they didn't expect how she would react when she woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I knew I was in unfamiliar territory with an unfamiliar person. I shot out of bed taking a defensive stance.

The boy before me was shocked by my sudden movements. I fact he had even fell out of his chair. I watched as he stood slowly, careful not to make sudden movements. His rose his hand, keeping his palms open, as to show he ment no harm.

"Hi. It's nice that tour awake now. My friends and I found you washed up on shore," he paused, before continuing, "We brought you to my home so my mom can look after you. She's pretty much the island's unofficial doctor. Speaking of which, I think I should tell her your awake. She probably has some questions for you to answer, and some move things to check. I'll call for her from here. She's downstairs, so she shouldn't have a problem hearing me. I can see you're a little on edge so I'll stay here so you can watch me. I promise i am not here to hurt you."

I watched as he called for his mother. I even channeled chakra to my ears to listen for reinforcements just in case.  However, true to his word it was just his mother who entered.

Slightly letting my guard down I answered all medical related questions. I still had know idea if they were friend or foe, but I wasn't going to risk it.

When she and the boy left, I could hear the his excited chatter.

"I can't wait to tell Kairi and Riku she's awake. I'm sure they'll be so excited to meet her! In fact, I should go get them right now," he said, excitedly.

However, his mother stopped him in his tracks when she spoke, "Sora, perhaps you should hold off. She just woke up, and based on her physical conditions; she must have been through a lot. Give her time."

"Ok mom."

I listened to their steps as they walked away. Once they where far enough, I checked over myself, with my chakra. I noted the bruises, and the slight scaring but nothing too serious to waste my chakra on.

With a sigh, I removed the white sheet. Bringing my legs over the beds ledge, however I could quite touch the floor. They just hung there. In fact my feet haven't hung like this since I was in the academy. Panic was staring to bubble within me.

Hurriedly, I made my way to the connected bathroom. What I saw in the mirror, cause me to almost loose my cool.

There before me stood, a girl who I have long out grown. She stared back at me with wide emerald eyes, and tousled pink hair. The baby fat still being out grown, and the purple diamond faded but still there.

My hand reached out and presses against the cool glass.

This couldn't be happening. After the fight, I knew something must have happened. Especially after being flung, but for my body to regress back into my twelve year old state seemed unlikely. Yet, my reflection proves otherwise.

Backing away, my back was pressed against the wall. I felt like I couldn't breathe, my heart rate accelerated. I even saw my hands tremble as I brought them up to run through my hair.

I was having panic attack. 

I slid down to the floor, the wall being my only real support to stay somewhat upright.

"I need to calm myself," I said, to myself.

I looked around the bath room and tried to find something to refocus on. There was nothing that caught my attention. Next best thing to do is to take deep breaths and count.

Breath in.

'One.'

Exhale.

Breath in.

'Two'

Exhale.

Breath in.

'Three.'

Exhale.

On and on that cycle went, until I could finally feel in control.

How long I sat on the bathroom floor for, I don't know. All I knew is I was twelve again, on an unknown island, I just had a panic attack, and I was so fucking hungry.

Seeking out wasn't an issue, but being hungry can be slightly distracting. Which would explains why the brunette boy, startled me as I raided his fridge.

Rude, I know, but cut me some slack. I fought a war, got stabbed, saved countless of lives, pumped my best friends hear manulally, punch a goddess, got transported to who knows where, and was age reduced to be a preteen. I think food being the only thing on my right now is considerably reasonable.

"You know, if you were hungry, you could've just told us," he said, with a teasing grin.

For a moment, I saw Naruto instead of him.

Looking down, I mumbled, "I didn't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother here. How about we get you some warm food, and talk a bit. You know, get to know eachother."

Perhaps it was the fact that I was hungry, that he had a familiar aura, or that I didn't want to be alone; either way I took him up on his offer.

It would be from this moment on that the strings of fate would intertwine Sakura to not just Sora's soul but to his friends as well. This is where her true journey begins.

[blacklilyqueen]

Messages (Rexsoka Week 2022)

Prompt: Rexsoka Week 2022 Day 1: Revenge/Rebels

Summary: Rex sent Ahsoka a very distracring message and she’s paying him back.

Pairing: Rexsoka

Word Count: 2649 words

Warnings/tags: smut, blowjob, fingering, vaginal penetration, cock slapping, nudes, dick pic

Author’s note: This is based on this headcanon by @lizzowinkyface

Tagged Blogs: @officialrexsoka​

Read it on AO3

“Rex, I really need to go.”

His hands were on her side and she leaned her head back against the wall as he continued kissing her neck. Gently biting down on the tender flesh from time to time.

“Then go. I’m not holding you back,” the vibrations of his deep voice send shivers through her skin, as he spoke in between wet kisses.

“I’m being serious. Anakin is going to be super mad at me, if I’m late.”

“I was being serious too,” he left a kiss on the sweet spot of her neck, followed by him sucking it. Ahsoka moaned out loud, pressing her body closer to his, “If you want to go,” his hand traveled between her legs, making her whimper, “Then I won’t hold you back.”

Ahsoka’s mind went blank for a moment. There was nothing but the two of them. His hand wasn’t moving, it just stayed there between her legs and yet she could feel herself getting wetter with every second passing. On any other day she would have completely given in to his touch. Would have let him please her and would have pleased him.  She would have enjoyed the thought of his mouth licking and sucking more than just her neck, would have encouraged him to do so much more. But to her great despair today wasn’t one of those days.

The grin Rex had kept on his face up until this moment faded, when Ahsoka gently put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back a bit. Their eyes met, but neither of them said a word. Ahsoka leaned forwards to place a small kiss on his lips, before turning around and leaving the room.

On her way to Anakin, she was still trying to clear her mind, when she heard a beep coming from the datapad she was holding, informing her that someone had send her a message. After taking a quick look at the still locked screen, she realized that it was Rex who messaged her. A split second before she opened the message a strange feeling overcame her, telling her that it may not be the best idea to open it now, but she quickly ignored it and opened the message, immediately regretting her decision.

The message said “Hope you have a good meditation with General Skywalker, do concentrate ;)”. Underneath of it was a blurred picture. When she clicked on it the entire picture got revealed. It showed Rex laying on his bed. He had removed his armor, giving her a full view of his naked torso. The muscles of his arms were tensed, making Ahsoka feel the urge to touch them. But that wasn’t what made the picture so…special. Rex hadn’t just removed the upper part of his armor, he had removed everything, including his Blacks that were now hanging between his thighs, giving her a full view of his dick. He had one hand wrapped around his fully erected member.

Ahsoka frantically looked around her, hoping that no one was around and could have possibly seen the picture she was just starring at. When she realized no one was around, she turned her attention back to it. She felt a warm filling her lower regions, while staring at the massive cock in Rex’s hand. Part of her wanted to just turn around, run to him and do all kinds of things with him instead of just looking at that stupid picture. But she couldn’t. She had to meet Anakin and didn’t have any time for more distractions. And Rex had known that when he sent her that picture.

She didn’t know when or how she was going to get back at Rex for this, but she knew that she would do it. To her surprise when would come a lot sooner than she expected.

“Snips? What’s up with you today? You’re not focused at all.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I will concentrate more.”

Anakin sat opposite to her, both of them with their legs crossed. Ahsoka’s hands rested on her knees as she straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath in. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on her meditation again. But as soon as she did that, the image of Rex with his dick in his hand appeared in her mind, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her meditation. Despite trying her best, Anakin quickly realized she still wasn’t focused.

“Ahsoka! You need to take this more seriously. It’s important for a Jedi to stay focused and not get distracted. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry.”

For a moment she actually believed that she was able to concentrate, when her mind wandered back to the image of Rex. She felt like she could feel his lips on her skin again and got lost in her memory of what he’d done earlier.

When Anakin noticed her being distracted this time, she didn’t just get a little lecture. Instead, she would have to do night watch for the next week. She hated night watch. It was so boring, nothing ever happened and despite there being some other guards, they were all in different parts of the base, meaning she was mostly on her own.  

After her lesson ended, she was heading to the bridge, hoping to find Rex there. If he was going to put her in such a position, he could at least finish what he started. Unfortunately, it turned out that he wasn’t there. One of the soldiers informed her that Rex and a small squad had been sent out with Anakin to explore the area. At first, she was disappointed to find out he wasn’t there to help her with the problem he caused, when she realized that this was actually a great opportunity to get some revenge.

Their ship had landed some clicks away from the base. The territory around the base was safe and this was just a routine mission to see if there was any danger in the larger area around. Before leaving the ship, Rex was briefing his man on what each of their individual responsibilities would be. He just finished his speech and was about to collect his things like the rest of the men and the general, when he heard his datapad beeping.

Noticing that it was Ahsoka who had sent him a picture, he immediately felt like this was going to be a payback for what he did earlier. But despite knowing that what he would see, would probably take all of his attention until he saw her again, he still opened the message, after making sure that no one else could see it.

“Good luck on the mission, Rexter, hope that mission doesn’t take to long.”

After taking a look at the picture that she sent, Rex was hoping that this mission wouldn’t take long too. His jaw dropped a bit when he looked at it for the first time. He had expected that she would tease him a bit. Maybe send him a picture of her boobs or herself in underwear. She usually didn’t send pictures of herself that showed too much, but this time was different.

The picture showed her entire body, not just part of it. Every single piece of her clothes was gone, revealing her most private parts to him. Her head was leaned back and her mouth wide open as if she was moaning. A quick look between her wide spread legs revealed why she was moaning. Ahsoka had shoved two of her fingers inside of herself and even on the picture Rex could see how wet she was.

His mind immediately created an image of her pumping those fingers in and out of her tight pussy, slowly at first, but getting faster and faster with every pump. The entire time she would be moaning his name, wishing that he would just take her. He already felt a bulge forming under the hard plastaroid, when another message appeared.

“Too bad you weren’t here to finish what you started.”

When Rex left the ship, all he could think about were Ahsoka’s messages. If he was still on the base, he could be taking her right now. He wouldn’t just have to think about the wetness between her legs, but could instead taste it on his lips. He could see her boobs jumping up and down, squeeze them, lick them, suck them. He could hear her moans, asking him for more and he would gladly fulfil all of her wishes.

For the rest of the mission Rex wasn’t nearly as focused as he usually was. His mind constantly wandered back to the image of her pleasing herself, making him forget his surroundings. Kix had to ask him a couple of times if anything was alright, but Rex just tried to play it off. One time he was so distracted that he tripped over a root on the ground, knocking Jesse down with him.

“Rex, I don’t know what’s making you lose concentration today, but you need to sort things out. You’re acting worse than Ahsoka. I really don’t know what’s up with the two of you today.”

The general looked at him with a look of confusion and disappointment. Rex came up with a quick apology, assuring that it wouldn’t happen again. This was going to be a long mission.

­With the sun setting, Ahsoka’s night watch had begun. She had now been standing in the same corridor for almost two hours and she really couldn’t think of anything more boring than this. Sometimes her gaze wandered longingly to the room, in which she and Rex had been making out earlier that day. What an irony that Anakin had assigned her to guard this exact corridor.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming forwards her. All of her alarm bells started ringing and she was ready to fight whoever was coming near her. But when she saw who was coming, she just stood there completely puzzled.

“Rex? What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same question.”

“Anakin decided that I should be on night watch for the next week, after I couldn’t concentrate during meditation, due to some very mysterious circumstances.”

A laugh erupted from his throat, making Ahsoka glare angrily at him, her arms crossed before her chest.

“This isn’t funny! This is all your fault. Are you happy of what you did?”

“I’m not laughing because of this. Well, at least not only because of it. It’s always good to know what kind of impact such a picture can have on you. I wish I would have been there to see it.”

Another angry glare from Ahsoka made him quickly continue.

“I’m laughing, because after you sent me this absolutely beautiful and stunning picture of yours,” his eyes quickly wandered up and down her, giving her a small smile, “I had some trouble concentrating as well. And after the Skywalker realized this, he decided that I should be on night guard this week as well, making sure everyone is staying at their assigned position.”

Ahsoka unfolded her arms from her chest, looking at him baffled, trying to comprehend what he just said.

“Wait, so we’re both got each other in trouble and ended up being put on watch as a punishment?”

“Yes, I guess Skywalker didn’t want to come up with a new idea, so he decided to just use your punishment for me as well,” he grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him, “But considering that I can pretty much choose, where I’m going to be and can stay with you for a while if I want it’s not that much of a punishment. After all I take my task really seriously. I’m supposed to make sure everyone is in the right position and right now, I think you should be in a lot of different positions.”

“Fair point,” Ahsoka giggled and pulled him down for a kiss. Rex’s hands rested on her ass, pulling her up and carrying her into the small room.

Soon their clothes were spread all over the floor. Rex hands were groping her tits, before he started sucking on them. He left small marks all over them, as he licked and bit the soft flesh. When he started playing with her nibs, rolling them between his fingers and flicking his tongue over them, she threw her head back and let out a lustful scream.

One of his hands let go of her breasts and went between her legs instead. Ashoka moaned, when he pushed a finger inside her. His thumb played with her clit, only making her moan louder. He soon added a second finger, both of them now pushing inside of her. When he hooked his fingers, he knew that he had hit just the right spot, after she started screaming louder and louder. He could feel her getting wetter with every push.

Ahsokas nails grabbed Rex for support. With both the stimulation of her clit and g-spot she wouldn’t last any longer. She moaned his name, when the first orgasm of that night hit her. Her walls tightened around his fingers and she leaned onto him as her orgasm slowly wore off.

While he kept spoiling her, her hand wandered to his dick and began to stroke it. He was so thick that she had problems wrapping her hand entirely around him. She pumped him with one hand, while the other played with his balls. His groans send shivers through her chest and she quickened her pace.

Before he knew what was happening, she was already down on her knees and taking him in her mouth. Rex grabbed the top of her head, while he moaned her name. Her hand was still striking the bottom of his cock, while she took him in deeper every time she pushed down on him. She could feel her gag reflex, when she took him in almost completely, but before she could back away, she felt Rex hand on her head, pushing her down deeper on him. His cock was now fully down her throat, when he loosened his grip and she could move her head up again. As she did so, her tongue played with the vein on the downside of his dick, making him moan her name again. She took in a deep breath, once he was out of her mouth again. She played with his tip and placed kisses on his dick, while she still tried to regain her breath.

“You’re amazing,” Rex’s fingers brushed over her cheek, while she looked up at him, smirking, knowing what would come next. Then he slapped his cock against her cheeks a couple of times, “Now be a good girl and take it back in.”

Another slap with his cock. Ahsoka opened her mouth and took him in again. She moved faster this time, but soon felt his hips moving as well, trying to push deeper inside her. She was sure that he would cum soon and was ready to swallow, but then he withdrew himself from her. He helped her get up, leaned closer and whispered to her: “Turn around.”

She did and rested her hands on the wall for support, while he thrusted into her from behind. His hand went around her, so that he could play with her clit while he fucked her. At the same time his other hand went back to squeezing her tits. Both of the soon ended up screaming and moaning each other’s names. Rex’s grip on her tightened, when his cum splashed inside her. His movements on her clit made cum in almost the exact same moment as well.

They both stood there for a while, trying to catch their breath. When Ahsoka turned around, Rex grabbed her face and kissed her intensively as they just held each other.

[james5-doe]

Chapter 28

I've posted Chapter 28 here, in case it doesn't appear on Fanfiction.net.

"I Know"

Earth B

"Duffy got a reading from Dimension P. She felt great distress in the Gordons there." Mandrake quivered, taking a breath. He hoped that nobody was terribly hurt — especially since it was all his fault.

"Dimension P..." Amy stated. "Isn't that the place where you banished Mom?"

He'd dreaded this discussion for most of the day, knowing how his daughter was going to react. "I thought I had managed to remove her power." He stroked his brow. "Now it appears I was wrong about that."

She glanced to the side, clearly distraught. "What is she doing?" she asked with a scowl.

"She's trying to conquer Earth P, it seems." He felt a deep shame. "I should have known to handle things differently."

"By that you mean that you should've killed her."

He flinched a little. What triggered that? "No," he muttered, clearing his throat. "I meant that I shouldn't have left her there." He paused to study the lovely girl, a child on the cusp of womanhood. Most people found her adorable, and there was no question of that right now. She wore a tank top over thin black pants, her hair bundled into a small half-up. She was the picture of cuteness and beauty — but there was something grimmer lurking deep within.

He had been searching for the cause of that. Most signs pointed to childhood. Amy was brought up without Cathleen. It seemed this salvation was also a vice. Her mother's absence was good for her, but it had created resentment too, an anger that Amy still fought to control.

Was she still resenting her father as well?

"I have to make it into Dimension P," Mandrake declared. "The portal will open in around two hours."

"That's kind of convenient," she said with suspicion.

"It actually isn't. Not at all. I'm afraid I know Cathleen quite well. She's hoping that I'll learn about what she's done, so she can try luring me there for revenge."

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Two Hours Later

Just as he was heading toward a small spacecraft, Amy caught up and grabbed ahold of his arm.

"Remember your rule," she said with a grin. "Never take off before a drink of tea."

He chuckled a little, still feeling unhinged, then downed the small cup that she'd offered him.

Amy stared — quietly.

A few seconds later, he started to quiver. "What was in that?" he asked as he shook. The cup hit the floor. He did too.

"I can't let you go and confront that woman, not with the grudge that she has against you." Amy started moving toward the jet herself. "I'll do this."

He reached for her, too far away. Everything around him began to grow dark.

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Earth P

Amy made her landing in a shady canyon. The area was fully devoid of life.

She felt her lips parting as she looked about. It was hard to fathom what had just occurred. She had made the journey to an alternate world, in a whole different reality.

There was little time to be stunned, however. She could sense now that she wasn't alone.

She opened the cockpit, and stepped outside.

"I noticed your presence several minutes ago."

Amy turned around toward the sound of the voice.

Her mother was there, covered in gold, her outfit not unlike Damian Dark's. "If Mandrake had come, I'd drag this out. With you, dear child, I'll make it quick. Then I'll rear you as you should have been reared." She launched a gold beam straight out of her hand.

Feeling no level of fear at all, Amy raised a palm, halting the shot, blocking it telekinetically. She whisked the projectile behind her back.

Gritting her teeth, Cathleen unleashed an assault with both hands.

Amy responded with each hand too, using twin shields to stop the attack.

The energy burrowed continuously, threatening to break her defenses down.

Amy started shaking. Her heels slid back.

Finally, the assault got through, knocking her down as it struck her waist. The blast sent a jolt all throughout her frame, maybe the hardest she'd ever felt.

Amy twitched a little, struggling to rise. It was clear her mom had increased her strength. She couldn't stand another impact like that.

Cathleen fired, wasting no time, shooting with both of her hands again.

Lifting her palms, Amy summoned all of the might she had, whipping the beams in an upward arch, and hurling them directly behind Cathleen. The shots hit a mountain. Boulders fell.

Cathleen managed to rush aside, dodging the rubble as it struck the ground. She looked surprised as the boulders rose, hanging in the air for a couple of seconds, before they went following after her.

She stared in shock.

The rubble hit, flooring Cathleen as it fell aside.

Amy rushed up, mounting her, pinning her arms to the ground as she spoke. "Look into my eyes," Amy said, summoning a spell as their gazes met. "Look into my eyes, and listen to me."

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Earth B

Amy brought the jet down in Monitor.

"I was just about to come after you!" Mandrake uttered as he neared the craft. "What happened over there?"

She studied her father, taking a breath, relieved to see that he'd recovered well. It wasn't a particularly powerful drug. "That world is saved, for now anyway," Amy replied upon leaving the plane.

"...What did you do?" He looked unsettled.

"I made my birth mother forget who she is. She'll start a new life, meet new people..." She shook her head. "Maybe she'll even have another kid. Maybe she'll get things right next time."

Mandrake stared, absorbing that. It took a little while for him to find his voice. "Amy," he muttered, "if I had known about you when you were a child...I would've done my very best to get things right."

She held his gaze. "I know," she uttered, pulling him close.

He began wrapping his arms around her.

"I know," she said.

[skeletondremmer]

alright lore time about my 4 stone grumpus leader. PLUS SOME ART WOOOO, ill probably do some actually decent art soon but its fun to draw like this when i dont work on big projects.

Huckleford Bettershape [he/him]: The first leader and the first to arrive on broken tooth's shores with a collective group of grumpuses trying to escape the rule of the first queen "Fareson wigglegrump", he is the oldest relative in the Troubleham family tree being an extremely distant relative to the now living Wambus, he was a strong powerful leader and lead the group of grumpuses, after a few good decades of his life he soonly went blind but being the strong never giving up attitude that Wambus would share with his great distant grandfather he would continue to lead even despite his condition crippling him to the point he couldn't leave his own bed for his senses were lacking over the years was still an inspiration for grumps to work hard like him as all he was left to do was give guidance to young grumps, until his passing of old age finally catching up to him.

Merisa Thornwibble [she/her]: The second leader selected by Huckleford himself to take his place once he died, she was a confident leader despite her small size in comparison to the grumps around her and mothered many pups, yet her punishment on those who wronged her, was banishment from the island, she lost sight in one of hers due to an attack caused by another grumpus but she continued not letting it get her down, her death came swiftly then others dying from an infectious plague that spread around the island that grumps would later title it as reginae ultionem. "The queen's revenge" thinking that this was caused by Huckleford leading grumps off mainland snaktooth during the time of Queen Fareson's rule as a curse for betraying her majesty, a plague that revenged through who lived in the dense communities of the island, only few were safe from this plague that managed to retreat to more far lands of broken tooth during these times of sickness, the sickness grew worse in the winter months but surely came to a sudden end, grumps thought of this as a divine blessing from mother naturea.

Laurza Munchbitter [she/her]: The third leader, she wasnt selected to become since Merisa's dying there was no one to take her place without a leader passing on for them to be next, so a group of grumps who called themselves electos saluatores "the chosen saviors" decided to take it into their own paws saying they were able to speak with mother naturea on a close level yet their decisions were for their own gain, gathering 4 grumpuses to undergo a trial, 3 out of the 4 died leaving Laurza left to be crowned leader. But many werent happy with this choice for her mother "Walladay Darnfear" was banished from the land during Merisa's leadership so Laurza was ostracized by her fellow grumps including her own brother seeing her as unworthy to lead and how the electos saluatores got their words wrong picking someone like her to lead, during her time of leadership the island was only in its staring points of becoming unlivable, the tides were seeming to drifting in closer than it was before as small earthquakes shook the ground, her death came in the form of being sacrificed to the undersnax, which had opposed them only for a short time but that would soon come to end, as the snax's grew more aggressive for she was the last sacrifice.

Peeble Mottleshrink [he/they]: The last known leader in the records they had ended the grump sacrifices meaning no more were to keep them at bay, they were one of the only grumpuses who ever trusted Laurza, the two were close and would share secrets with each other, Laurza knowing her time would eventually come to its unfortunate end soon enough gave them the highest power of being the next leader, as Peeble learnt of her death, they felt a great power and was determined to do his dead friend right, Broken tooth was already beginning to fail at that point due to Laurza's leadership never taken seriously making grumpuses turn on eachother, and the amount of earthquakes being more and more frequent then in past years, there was a panic amongst grumps and electos saluatores had to soon disband for how much pressure was being placed on them and their lies were being seen through. With Peebles harsh attitude and deminer they managed to get atleast most grumps to come with him to mainland snaktooth or off to snakless lands, those left at Broken tooth would die due to the island sinking or crushed by the falling rubble, or due to the fact that the bugsnax had gone into a frenzy with no sacrifices for the while Peeble lead.

and now here's a drawing of them all side by side and their heights to each other.

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 27: Horns😈

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman Netflix) X Demon!Reader. Fluff. Some jealousy. Reader gets jealous. Hurt/Comfort. TW: Blood. Gore. Demon Death. Revenge. Sweet moment. SpookTober Prompt: Horns😈

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You're Lucifer's lover, close friend and most loyal warrior. But lately, another demon has been working his way into Lucifer's circle....and heart. Jealousy in your eyes, you vow to not let this stand and teach that demon a lesson.

You loved Lucifer and you knew they loved you. You are their lover, their close friend and most loyal warrior. You would stand by the fallen angel no matter what and god help anyone who got in your way or dared speak out against Lucifer.

So of course, you were very protective of Lucifer. And that includes feeling every now and then, a twinge of jealousy. It's natural to feel envy with certain things, one the seven deadly sins sure but demons and humans alike will succumb to envy one way or another.

And today was no different, except this time your envy would get the very better of you.

Since October rolled in, you've been sent every now and then to the realm of mortals. One day when you returned with reports you saw one of the demons by Lucifer, engaging in a conversation of sorts. You thought nothing of it at first until you saw that Lucifer was smiling and laughing along with the demon, perhaps laughing over a private joke of sorts.

Mazikeen approached you, glaring at the demon next to Lucifer. You could never envy Mazikeen, in fact quite the opposite. You respected Mazikeen and she respected you. You both loved Lucifer in your own ways and were very loyal to the Morningstar.

"He's been visiting a lot whenever you go" Mazikeen Spoke, a hint of venom in her voice. You turned, raising an eyebrow.

"How often?" You Inquired.

"Twice a day whenever you go to the realm of mortals. 3 times last week" Answered Mazikeen honestly. You felt a strange ache in your heart at hearing that.

"And Lucifer? What do they make of it?" You Asked though a part of you really didn't want the answer, in case it confirmed your worst fears.

"The Morningstar seems to engage in conversation with the demon a lot, mostly in your absence. I would say it's mainly just business but I don't like the look of that demon" Mazikeen Replied.

You felt a pang of hurt at hearing that but also something else, an electric burn of sorts coursing through your system as you eyed the demon with burning eyes.

"Shall I inform Lucifer you have returned?" Asked Mazikeen, noticing a shift in the air around you.

"Thank you Mazikeen, but I shall do that myself" You Replied and strode right in.

"My Morningstar! I have returned from the mortal realm with news!" You Declared loud and proudly as you walked into the room with confidence. Lucifer turned and their eyes brightened at seeing you, which made your heart flutter with warmth.

"My dear Y/N, your presence was missed and I'm glad you've completed your work. You may take the rest of this month off" Smiled Lucifer and you smiled back, glad to return to Lucifer's side and spend time with your lover again.

You saw the demon's eyes glare at you but you returned the glare back, your eyes glowing embers.

Since returning, you made your presence known and felt around Hell, re-establishing your dominance alongside Lucifer again. But you noticed how the demon still crept in and got pally with Lucifer, sucking up to them and buttering them up with praise and compliments, words you knew were just sugar coated to sweeten up your dear Morningstar and that the words held no true meaning, the demon was clearly after something.

With each passing day of seeing the demon and Lucifer together, you grew sick at the sight of it and dark thoughts clouded your mind.

"How dare he stand so close to them? Only me and Mazikeen have the honour to stand close to our Morningstar! Not some lowly demon from the lowest pits. I will slaughter them if this continues, I will not stand for such insolence!" You Thought darkly as you glared at the demon who turned back to you and smirked at you as you glared.

Everything came to a head one day as you confronted the demon, demanding answers.

"Your presence is not needed here, so why do you still visit? Answer me or I'll send for Mazikeen to make you talk!" You Demanded.

The demon threw you a sickening smirk that made your hellish blood boil.

"Isn't obvious Great Y/N? You're not needed here anymore" Replied the demon.

"Excuse me?" You Asked, voice full of venom.

"You heard me. Whenever you went to the mortal realm, I visited Lucifer and offered my good intentions to serve them. They have grown to favor my presence more than yours" Explained the demon.

"You lie! I know liars and you cannot hide your lies!" You Hissed which was true. You could practically smell a liar and this demon reeked of it.

"Won't be long before I take your place. You worthless hellspawn...." You Grabbed the demon with all your strength, gripping his throat tight causing him to choke. With eyes of hellfire, you unleashed your full wrath on the demon. You gored him with your horns like a bull in a bullfight and clawed at him, tearing him to bloody ribbons. You didn't realise you had a audience of Lucifer and Mazikeen until the demon was a pile of blood and flesh and Lucifer clapped their hands, startling you as you turned around to see them standing there.

You feared the worst but upon seeing Lucifer's delighted smirk, you felt yourself smile.

"Well done my dear Y/N. I was wondering when you'd decide to rid me of his presence. He was a nuisance to say the least" Smirked Lucifer as they approached you, followed closely by Mazikeen who gave you a smirk of approval which you returned happily.

"I'm afraid my envy got the better of me, my Morningstar. Though he spoke nothing but lies, I must confess there was a twinge of hurt upon imagining me losing your favour" You Admitted honestly, feeling a little ashamed. You knew Lucifer loved you dearly and would never replace you or Mazikeen, but the thought alone itself was enough to spark a feeling of dread inside you.

Lucifer smiled and cupped your cheek tenderly.

"My dear Y/N, I understand and you may never need to worry. You and Mazikeen are very dear to me, I could never replace you or her. And you, my lover will never be tossed aside" Lucifer Assured you in a soft voice.

"My Morningstar, I will love you always" You Replied smiling.

"And I, will love you always too" Smiled Lucifer and you two leaned in for a tender kiss as Mazikeen looked on, smiling warmly at the sight.

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[dragonsfell]

IZZY'S DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS CHARACTERS

YASSARRA / Yuan-ti Warlock. Patron: the Great Old One, Dendar the Night Serpent / Featured in a completed Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign and post-campaign one shots / reached level 20 via epilogue one shots

Raised in the jungles of Chult to a Yuan-ti temple and given the mission of gaining power in Port Nyanzaru (after all yuan-ti were home to chult first, and others should remember that). Yassarra was a prime candidate for making her name known among the streets of Port Nyanzaru as an agent for her people. She had all the markings of a proper kin; ambitious, silver tongued, and human looking enough.

For years, she was a courtier for the Merchant Prince, Wakanga O'tamu; the Chultan human had taken interest and made alliance with her, due to being well-versed in arcane and occult matters given her warlock pact with Dendar. At first, she was very goal orientated in gaining favor with the Merchant Prince of Magic and Lore, and making her name known among the other Princes as well. Slowly accumulate her own wealth and look for the chance to grow in power, possibly even a viable candidate to take over one of the seven merchant prince's places if something were to happen.

All this would change when a large street war between the Zhentarim and Harpers had broken out; and the chaos only ensued with the Flaming Fist got involved (for true Chultans, the Flaming Fist are a blemish in the Port, a foreign power trying to make claim to their home). It was when Yassarra had been cornered by a few Flaming Fists mercenaries and left rather battered and bruised, when a glorious half elf woman and a few of her friends from the Ytepka Society saved her. The woman, a bard, Audrey had been someone that Yassarra had seen around before, at parties and in the ears of a few of the Merchant Princes, especially a guest at Wakanga's palace.

under the cut for the rest, warning it is long (i will make this a word document later too for bigger font/headings)

This would be when Yassarra would have met her future wife; she and Audrey now in the proper acquaintance of each other, would continue to be in each other's orbit and Yassarra found herself quite smitten. Audrey had even more of a silver tongue that Yassarra had, and she's the one who Yassarra would claim taught her how to love. Audrey is the one who took Yassarra's self-centered and hostile ambitions and twisted around; sold her on noble ideals and is why Yassarra would become one of the Ytepka Society, as well as would join Audrey (this would be years later, after they have become girlfriends) in making a formal alliance between the Ytepka and the Harpers (as they had similar goals).

For years, they would be happy together and found themselves considerable comfortable. Wakanga would become a good friend, whom Yassarra changed from taking his place to ensuring that the one Merchant Prince sympathetic to the Harpers kept his power in Port Nyanzaur and all of Chult. Yassarra and Audrey would marry, and even raise a son together, Calin, four years into their marriage.

When Calin was about the age of twenty two, tragedy would strike when Yassarra would be returning from Samargol in Samarach; and she came home to her wife and son slain in their home. First, Yassarra felt fury and burnt many bridges, many friendships, until she had answers and revenge; of which she had gotten. Her family's killer paid their price tenfold; and then after that she sought out true resurrection, bringing her family back without being undead. (to which she would achieve much later).

[ spoilers for the pre-made campaign, Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden ]

Yassarra didn't care how long it took and at what cost; even that took her far from Chult, far from her home in Port Nyanzaru. Not all her bridges had been burned; Wakanga and one of Audrey's friends were kind enough to take care of her home and the assets she had left behind; that she would have a home to return to, for her, Audrey, and their son. It was Wakanga that would send her as far as the Icewind Dale.

It was in the Ten Towns, in the town of Easthaven, where Yassarra would meet a group of adventurers who were looking for the same Bard as she had been; this party would be Rory the wildhunt cat Shifter, a beastslayer ranger; Wulfric the goliath, beastial barbarian, Belladonna the firbolg, druid of the stars; Lynn the high moon elf, the eldritch knight; and Aelin the water genasi, a four elements monk.

She would join them for their adventures, as the cold of the Icewind Dale had left her weakened (how we agreed as to why yassarra w/ her backstory is now a level 3 warlock). She would join them in preventing Xardorok Sunblight in unleashing terror and unearthing the mystery of the Chardalyn Dragon.

They would beat Xardorok and his cult, with help from inside the fortress (Yassarra had to use spare the dying like three times in this boss fight), and the party barely had time to rest when news of the Chardalyn Dragon unleashing havoc upon the Ten Towns, namely at Dougan's Hole (Rory's home) had reached them.

( there were a lot of sessions from Yassarra joining the party, some side quests, events happening in Easthaven, Caer Dineval and Caer-Konig [where we would be faced with Sunblight loyalists], as well a Bryn Shander before we got to Xardorok's fortress but i am skipping the deeper details / as they had started level 3 and were level 6th by the time they faced Xardorok )

The party would rush to Dougan's Hole where the party had to balance between rescuing villagers and trying to down the Chardalyn Dragon. Help would come in the form of Vellynne Harpell. The fight with the dragon was mighty, and it came at great costs. Wulfric would sacrifice his life in taking down the dragon. Much of Dougan's Hole was in need of repairs (Rory's family was saved!).

The party took some time to aid in the rebuilding of Dougan's Hole as well as grieve the loss of Wulfric. It was at this time that the party had started to see a softer, more open side of Yassarra and her parts of her past revealed. She was instrumental in organizing the town in it's rebuilding, as it was left without a speaker, and would aid in the election of a new speaker. The party saw that she was someone who could lead and organize, versed in diplomacy, as well as she seemed to care about the town (it was because of Rory that she did). She would be the first and was the first, who swiftly dismantled an angered elder of Dougan's Hole who cast the dragon attack as all at the blame of Rory [she scared the hell out of this man :)) using telepathy and nightmare shit]

The party would found themselves with two new members, Floki (Wulfric's player) who was a Shadowdancer rogue who was Wulfric's nephew, and Don Feo (Belladonna's player) a friend of Belladonna who had decided he wanted to remain and continue helping Dougan's Hole heal more. Don Feo was a fairy, who was wild magic sorcerer; who would join them in helping Vellynne of Arcane Brotherhood's quest in finding the Codicil of White and finding their way into Ythryn, a fragment of the Empire of Netheril. This would particularly interest Yassarra, as the Bard that Yassarra had been looking for was part of the Arcane Brotherhood; as well as it was it's Netheril magic; there would surely be a way to return her wife and son to life there.

The party were helping because they sought a bring an end to Auril's never-ending harsh winter; while Yassarra's intent was more personal related. This would be revealed to Rory, as well as the rest of the party as their first clue to finding the Codicil was in Revel's End. On their trek toward Revel's End, a Remorhraz attacked and left the party needing to long rest after a few close calls in the fight.

[ this next bit will be describing on of the best roleplay scenes i ever had played/had with another player ; we had the party and dm in tears ;3 ]

While on this long rest, Yassarra would take note of Rory isolating herself and went to settle down besides the young girl. Yassarra asked Rory how she was feeling, they hadn't really talked about the dragon attack, her family being in danger, wulfric's death, or the tense conversation Rory had with her mother when Rory was setting out with the party again. The two of them had a heart to heart, with Yassarra providing Rory with comfort and guidance, talked about Wulfric and the whole of their adventure, how they feel about people they've met and they had a lengthy chat about Rory and her family, about how Rory feels being cursed as "werecat" and choosing to leave, stay away from Dougan's Hole, and how her mother can be, and how her mother hadn't wanted her to leave.

Yassarra talked about how she was worried, because she loves Rory, that she doesn't distest a thing about her daughter, and that it probably scares her that she can't help her daughter more, or wipe away the pain and fears Rory has, the otherness she feels being a wereshifter. At this point, Rory had been leaning against Yassarra's side, who had wrapped an arm around Rory. It was then that Rory said "you are really good at this, Yassarra" and then Yassarra nodded her head, whispered softly "Because I know what a mother feels" and it got really quiet for a moment, and silence hung in the air before Rory said "i am really sorry you lost someone, Yassarra" and it was quiet again and then Yassarra had turned her head to kiss Rory's forehead. A few more moments, and then Yassarra began to tell Rory about her wife Audrey and their son, Calin and admittedly; Rory reminded her of Calin (they were alike; both young rangers who had big dreams).

[ we had paused a few times to make sure the rest of the party and dm were cool w/ us taking a big chunk of this session for this; and everyone was so down and emotional. we got two inspiration each for that roleplay scene ]

From there we would make it to Revel's End, where we broke into the prison and broke out of the prison, to get information from a mad wizard in jail (yassarra lied her way with him and he believed her that she would break him out) and got information about the Codicil of White as well as about Vellynne; to which the party was already getting suspicious of. This is where Yassarra, who had been seemingly the biggest ally of Vellynne (they would talk arcana a lot), reassured that if she much as turned against them, Yassarra would end that so fast; as well as she had no intention of trusting or letting Vellynne ever touch the Codicil.

From there we had full known of how to find the Codicil of White, as well as what it can really do, and subsequently "betray" Vellynne at this point, and left her behind and knew we needed to make for Island of Solstice and Grimskalle. How we were going to getting there was riding Angajuk the Sperm Whale.

While were riding with Angajuk, we came across the shipwreck of the Dark Duchess, and took a detour there to check it out. Which resulting in us finding some troubles and the party starting to bicker with each other about the events that occurred in Revel's End and Vellynne. It was while they were bickering that they were startled by Arveiaturace the White Wyrm; whom Rory, Floki, and Lynn had immediately wanted to take down (as natives of the Ten Towns) while Aelin, Don Feo, and Yassarra were on the fence. Aelin and Don Feo eventually joined in fighting the dragon; but it was during this fight that Yassarra who had insight checked on the dragon noticed the frozen corpse on her back.

This is when Yassarra hardcore refused to take a single attack against the dragon; because as she watched how the dragon talked and fought; she realized something. SHE'S GRIEVING. Yassarra actually got downed twice to the stress of the party; and had started taking each other her turns to yell at the dragon that she understands her; understand her sharp denial that the one she loved was gone, and she did that too! Asked for Dendar to give her nightmares, so that she could just see her family's face again, even if it twists in pain; would allow Dendar to visit her friend's dreams, give them nightmares, so that she could dream about dates with her wife, memories of outings with her son. That she understands burning every bridge down because the hurt is too much, and she would hunt like hell, hurt otheres like hell until she got her love back. This emotional plea was successful, in that the part stopped attacking Arviaturace and apologized, and this did result in the White Dragon letting the party go. [ Yassarra was on like 2 hp lol after being downed a second time ]

The party returned to Anhajuk and continued to the island, where while they were making the trek to Grimskalle they came across the frozen corpse of Nass Lantomir, whom has stolen Vellynne's professor orb, and Yassarra in falling check to try to get the orb; had Nass possess her [ yassarra got a natural 1 on a charsima saving throw ]. Yassarra mangeed to wrestle control of herself back from Nass, but instead of getting rid of Nass. SHE KEPT HER and for the rest of the adventure [ and to this day ], Yassarra has a ghost in her, who speaks in her mind and doesn't have control unless she lets Nass have control. [ truly one of yassarra's most unhinged decisions / the dm and i had fun having nass and yassarra bicker ]

So after Yassarra acquires a permanent passenger in the head [ once again tadpoled characters from bg3 or anyone w/ telepathy or detect thoughts have a fun time with nass screaming at you for the intrusion and like /that's not yassarra/ ] the party continues exploring the island and making the climb for Grimskalle.

The party reach the Fortress, upon which they enter the fortress whil Auril the Frostmaiden is away weaving her nightly spell. We make our way through the first several levels of the fortress without too much trouble and make all the way to the Tests of the Frostmaiden.

No one could know what exactly the tests unless passed an insanely high insight check ( which guess who had a passive insight of above 20 as well as expertised insight? ) Yassarra was the only one who passed it so she knew what each test was. She lied about what the first test was and said she would take it ( test of cruelty and most of the party were extremely kind/good people or strong moral codes/compasses? no way is she letting any of them in there) She did tell them the other three tests were called Endurance, Isolation, and Preservation.

The first test, the Test of Cruelty, is handled easily by Yassarra alone. It came utterly nature for Yassarra, and she choice to bare this test alone. As to pass this test, a character much perform a cruel act. She is placed in a scenario with starving elders and a cruel king, given the option to leave or kill the elders; Yassarra went for much more brutal than that. She killed the king, and when the elders thought she had saved them (which would have been a way to fail) Yassarra then killed the elders. For that was the ultimate act of cruelty, to trick the elders into thinking they were saved and then snuffing them out herself. Or as she explained "the truest form of cruelty is watching hope die in the other eyes as they realize their savior is worse than their captor. Cruelty is hope dying." This was how Yassarra returned with a symbol of Auril and the first test passed.

She was not proud of how easily such cruelty was still instilled her; but better her bare this weight than the rest of the party.

Cruelty. “Compassion makes you vulnerable. Let cruelty be the knife that keeps your enemies at bay.”

The next test is the Test of Endurance, which Aelin and Lynn decide to take the test together. Aelin and Lynn help the nomads in the test take down their tent, and join them for the journey, both of them managed to complete the harrowing journey with fewer than four levels of exhaustion.

Endurance. “Exist as long as you can, by whatever means you can. Only by enduring can you outlast your enemies.”

The third test was the Test of Isolation, which Rory had chosen to take on alone [ me and yassarra were no adopted daughter no! ] In Rory's test, she is left to watch over the Tiger Tribe's camp while the whole camp goes on raid. It is only suppose to last two days, but instead last six days and nights. Rory manages to survive alone while having to succeed in 12 indefinite madness checks [ the stress of this my guys the stress if anything happened to rory, yassarra would be devastated ]

Isolation. “In solitude you can understand and harness your full potential. Depending on others makes you weak.”

The final test was the Test of Preservation which Don Feo and Floki take on together, as the only two without Symbols of Auril received. In this test, they come across a tribal camp left to slaughter and the sole survivor a nine year old boy. Floki and Don Feo together defend the boy from vultures, and then Don Feo takes to soothing and comforting the boy when the boy's tribe's murderer comes back to kill the boy. Floki takes on the murderer alone while Don Feo defends and soothes the boy. The murderer is slain and the boy is safe, and together Floki and Don Feo pass the test.

Preservation. “Every flake of snow is unique, and that which is unique must be preserved.”

[ so a lot of this is different than what the book of Icewind Dale has as it fit our narrative better / hence why the dm divided the tests, so not everyone had to do each one; it was more meaningful to us so if you've played RotFM and remember this part / we have already gone pretty divergent from book as written ]

With the test complete, the party makes it to the vault door and the Hall of Four Winds and further more we reach the chamber of the Codicil. It was here that we had finally found the Codicil of White and retrieved it.

As we had no encountered Auril in full, and she was very much alive; the whole of the part had gotten the offer from the Frostmaiden herself telepathically contacting each of us asking "Will you court death to receive my blessing?" Three of our six party members had said yes.

[ the stress we felt when we found out that it was con save of 21 was so much; cause yassarra has a +0 modifier, which like meant OH thank got she got an item that gave her proficiency in con saves, so at least she could add the +3 proficiency bonus ]

Rory [girl stop stressing snake mama out], Floki, and Yassarra had all said yes and we all thankfully made our saves [or burnt our inspiration to reroll] As we had all agreed to receive the blessing, our eyes became cold, we all gained immunity to cold an could cast cone of cold once per long rest. Auril's Blessing could be rescinded any time while she was alive.

Don Feo, Aelin, and Lynn had refused. BUT WE DID IT ! We got the Codicil and were now going to go to the Reghead Glaicer, get into Ythyrn and end the save the Icewind Dale.

While on our travels back, and on our race to the Glacier. This would be while we are still on Angajuk, Lynn had been the chosen to hold onto the Codicil which has remained unopened. Everyone had agreed we were not going to touch it until a greater decision as made; however Yassarra wasn't satisfied with this. She's greedy about magic items, and she's ever closer to finding ways to return to her family to her.

[ this was another amazing roleplay scene we had and everyone consented to some PC vs PC conflict ]

Yassarra and Lynn had a late night discussion about the Codicil, as the eldest of the group, and as the two who kept their secrets closely guarded. Both had reasons for wanting the Codicil. Yassarra had two, her own personal need for higher magic, an answer to returning her family back to life, and Nass in her brain chanting "take it take it take it" and fighting for control from Yassarra to take the Codicil.

This is where Yassarra casts SUGGESTION on Lynn, telling her that "she should hand the Codicil over to her and say nothing about it to anyone" and Yassarra's spell dc is 17 and Lynn has a -1 saving throw. Lynn failed the saving throw; and did as suggested. She handed it over, and couldn't say everything. Lynn knew Yassarra did something to her, but she couldn't save.

Rory would notice this, and Lynn couldn't say anything and Yassarra dodged the questions. The rest of the party started to gather as Rory was trying to work out the tension between Lynn and Yassarra. Rory couldn't trust that Yassarra wouldn't lie or that she'd be able to catch Yassarra in her lies; so Rory casted Zone of Truth. Here's where it goes interesting, no matter what Rory will know something is up. Most of the party willing accepts the cast, foregoing the saving throw and thus choosing to speak the truth.

Now Yassarra had a dilemma, she could submit but she doesn't want to tell; or she can resist, and she knows Rory will know she resists. Yassarra resists, and succeeds against telling the truth. Rory knows this, and instead drops the zone and drops the subject. Telling the party it was nothing, but she looks at Yassarra disappointed.

The rest of the party is clueless (we were good players about no metagaming) and react normally to Yassarra now having the book, and just assume that Lynn gave it willingly and even after suggestion wears off; Lynn kept what Yassarra did to herself.

Things are a little tense between Yassarra, Lynn, and Rorry [ don't worry pals ] for while, and then Yassarra reads the Codicil of White.

With reading the Codicil, she uses the spell Frost Fingers [but wait she's not a wizard! she's a warlock! hold on friends] which she is able to learn because of Nass, a wizard, still being a passenger in her brain [ yassarra basically got like one per short rest use of frost fingers is how the dm did this mechanically ] as well as she got to read the poem called "Rime of the Frostmaiden" which is an incantation which can split a glacier (the glacier we were rushing to get to) and now Yassarra has knowledge about Ythryn, the glacier, ending winter, and a lot more that'll help the party.

A few days of travel, and some encounters; Yassarra does ask for Lynn and Rory to speak with her during camp one night. She apologizes to Lynn and Rory, adding she knew what she was doing, knew she chose to hurt them this way; and admits why she did this and that she isn't a better person. She doesn't use Nass as an excuse which Lynn asks and tries to support Yassarra because Nass does fight for control and has succeeded a few times while they were making it to the glacier and into the Caves of Hunger.

Yassarra says while yes Nass was nagging nat, even without her telling her to do this; she would have done this and she needed to know. Yassarra even admits that she would do it again; even if it burnt her bridges with them, hurt them and hurt her. However, Rory calls bullshit and she's somewhat right. After the three of them make amends; Yassarra says she'll tell the rest of the party and leave it up to them.

Ultimately, things are okay because they know how fiercely Yassarra cares for them; and that sometimes you hurt the ones you love and that she can make it up. Rory brings up Audrey, which Yassarra has told Rory bits and pieces (we had little rp channels between characters for "down time chats" / wee played via voice call on discord) over their journey since Yassarra's family reveal after the Remorhraz fight.

Yassarra apologizes, and will think twice, and she does want to be better person that she was, back when her wife was around, and even realizes she should just be that without her or her son alive.

OKAY. SO MOST OF THE CAVE OF HUNGERS I can skip besides the fact that Yassarra got downed and rolled death saves again (she goes down a lot) and a few times Nass takes control, but actually manages to saves Yassarra's life as a result.

Now finally, we reach Ythryn, frament of Netheril, that rests inside of the silent depths of the Reghed Glacier. Ythryn is now a corpse city. As they enter the fallen city, the party manages to deceive and succeed on a DC 13 Charisma/Deception Group check against Iriolarthas the Demilich, of whom now believes belong to Ythryn, and are a rescue team and thus pass into Ythryn unharmed (for now).

The party explores Ythryn, and Nass is going wild in Yassarra, fighting for control an wanting her to steal all of Ythryn's magical secrets. Yassarra succeeds in keeping Nass at bay, and does have self control when it comes to magical secrets. She has a goal, two goals in fact, add the rest of the party in finding a way to end Auril's Endless Winter in Icewind Dale (the goal of Floki, Rory, and Lynn; as ten town natives, and Don Feo who is there in place of Belladonna who also wanted this) and her own of finding a way to truly bring back her wife and son without them being undead.

Through the Necropolis they go, through all eight towers of the foundational magic (abjuration, necromancy, you get the point). We do at some point piss of Iriolarthas and our deception fails; so now we encounter a lot of fighting and so many puzzles. The finer details we will leave out. Just know when we reached the study, that Aelin accidentally deactives the force field around the spire and Ythryn Mythallar; cause she accidentally learned the command word and used it [ we gained a level for this during our mid session break / yassarra's other adoptive daughter bless her soul ]

I haven't described the involvement of the Arcane Brotherhood as a whole; but we run into Vellynne again who has been turned into a Nothic. We meet another of the brotherhood, Avarice who Nass starts screaming in Yassarra's head and fighting for control as Avarice was the reason for Nass's demise. So that was a fun headache for Yassarra to deal with.

Avarice helped us with some lore about Ythryn and getting around; but the party as a whole don't trust her or anyone from the Arcane Brotherhood (considering some of the Vellynne stuff and Nass). So Floki and Don Feo kind of fuck Avarice over; which Yassarra comedically just says "Thanks, you've shut up the nat" referring to Nass in her head (since yeah Yassarra is still like /nah i'll keep her/ and Nass has been useful)

Once we have explored all the city, and because we have not confronted Auril yet; Yassarra, Floki, and Rory who have been immune to cold and had Auril's blessing feel it suddenly go away; which alerts us to the Frostmaiden arriving in Ythryn herself. We dispatch most of Auril's minions whom were sent to patrol looking for us.

Eventually, Auril has to go hunt for us herself and we managed to get a long rest in; and stumble upon Auril herself. AND THUS. We fight Auril, three times, in all three of her forms. It's a pretty intense fight, and I won't go into too much detail here. However, all of the party survives and we defeat Auril; thus releasing the Ten Twos and Icewind Dale from endless winter until Auril returns again as the gods never die permamently (for any god with mortal followers alive can be resurrected); but it does give the Ten Towns and Icewind Dale a reprieve from harsh winters.

[ The players and DM have a little OH MY GOD what a moment to complete a campaign together; for all the players this as their first campaign that had a definitive ending, start to finish, did not get cancelled or postponed indefintiely and had like upwards of 52 sesssions (i can't find the exact count) from 2020 to Jan 2022. ]

We agree as some after action; the party makes it out of Ythryn, but not without the entire party telling Yassarra they would help find her a magical item/secret in Ythryn that will bring back her son and wife ( they succeed ). We return to outside world, and for the native player characters who lived in Ten Towns, they see sunlight for the first time and already feel the Icewind Dale warming up. We have some cute final scenes and wrap up.

[ We would then do eeither a one shot to three shot; at increased levels for a mini plot for each of the Party / we ended up at level 12 and have 6 epilogues, that our dm would write for the characters / i am only going to describe parts of Yassarra's but all the other ones were fun as well and everyone's epilogue was fun as well, Floki, Lynn, and Rory we got to see all the other seasons in Icewind Dale and other things (Lynn's redemption with her Knight order / Rory being comfortable with herself and helping her with exploring the new Icewind Dale / Floki and Raven tribal drama, as well as a memorial for Wulfric).... Aelin, we got to go see her return to her monastery and have a whole /graduation/.... Yassarra has the party visit Chult and they help her become the Merchant Prince of Magic, with her wife and son there too, cause Wakanga got assassinated) and the final two shot as Belladonna and Don Feo face the Courts of the Feywild at level 19/20 (whack to play).... We tried to start a Strixhaven campaign; but schedules changed and fridays that worked for two years didn't work anymore. ]

[ end of spoilers for Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden ]

Okay, so level 17 one shot that finished Yassarra's story goes as follows.

The party reunites once again to visit Yassarra, whose been home with her wife Audrey and son Calin, and finally gotten the chance to return to Chult. She is rebuilding their life, their home safe and she is making amends for all the burnt bridges. We have some great scenes of this, Yassarra so proud to show off her wife, show off her home, and introduce her son to everyone (especially since Rory and Aelin and Belladonna and Floki were like her adoptive children; all around Calin's age and reminded her of her on). IT IS WHOLESOME. Except you know..... I wanted politicial drama and action and chaos.

There's been rising tensions between the factions in Port Nyanzaru, and the Merchant Princes as well as the Chultans and Ytepka Society, fear that the Flaming Fist and Lords' Alliance has gained too much power over their city; as well as rising tensions of the Zhentarim and Harpers. The Harpers are in alliance with the Ytepka, or if push comes to shove, will support the native Chultans if they decide to try to push out the Flaming Fist and Lords' Alliance.

Many of the Merchant Princes have been on high alert, due to treasury robberies, their customers being attacked, and death threats along with assassination attempts. Although, there is in fight among the Seven Princes as well, give some have alliances with the Harpers and others have alliance with the Zhent. The Ytepka Society is what keeps the Princes together and bands them together to keep foreign powers (Flaming Fist and Lords' Alliance, which fun fact; involves Ulder Ravengard) from dismantling Chult society.

So tensions high, and chaos breaks lose when the Merchant Prince of Magic and Lore (Yassarra's long time friend, business partner, and boss) Wakanga O'tamu turns up dead in the streets with no proper successor and fingers pointing in several directions of who was responsible.

To cut this a little shorter, after a lot of back an form of policitical debate and mystery; Yassarra trying to band the Princes together and warn them they could be next, and cut contact with their foreign alliances or even several their alliance ties until it is found out who killed Wakanga (except to the ones who are secretly with the Ytepka Society, so only Zhanthi, as the Ytepka is a Chultan secret society against foreign rulers).

It was a mess of trying to get the remaining princes to get along especially since Kwayothe hates Zhanthi, and other conflicts like everyone pointing their fingers at Jessamine, who deals in plants poisons and assassinations. It was neither of them, but instead on of Ifan Talro'a 's Zhent contacts (who was actually spying on Ifan for the Lords' Alliance which like include Baldur's Gate's Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard [it was not him], and other BG official as well other officials from Waterdeep and Neverwinter [it was a Neverwinter official]) who had carried out the hit, with the help of some Flaming Fists to kill Wakanga and sow chaos and dismantle Chult's natural governemnt (the Merchant Princes) so that Port Nyanzaru and thus all of Chult can become a resource/subsidiary of Neverwinter.

Long story short, after this Yassarra and the party convince the Six Princes that without Wakanga and a swift successor chosen as replacement, all of their own power and wealth along with Port Nyanzaru and the Chultan pride would lost to foreign powers; and considering how close Yassarra was to Wakanga as well as her extensive arcane knowledge (btw Yassarraa still has Nass; who occasionally lives in the Professor Orb from RotFM w/ Professor Skant and one the occasion gets to ride along/parital possession Yassarra) as a Warlock (and the wizard in her brain who occasionally is just secondary wizard in an orb) who is a proud and true Chultan, because Yuan Ti were Chult's first people and Empire; and her own wealth and so on; that she should inherit Wakanga's wealth and possession (to which she promised a magical boon from Wakanga's vault to each prince).

And this how Yassarra became the Merchant Prince of Magic in Port Nyanzaru, Chult. She kept true to her promise of a boon or gift; and is continuing to secure the power dynamic of Chult as well as improve things with the assistances of the Harpers, who now have a formal secret alliance with the Ytepka Society to bring peace, order, and well-being to all of Chultans; including the poorer of the city's outer territories.

Check out the the verse link on the pinned post for BG3 involvement.

[moon1forever]

Jean Claw x Clawdean

Clawdean is known for being scared, pathetic and sometimes babyish. Her friends find it normal and find it good for someone to show emotion.

Her brother cares about her more then anything. ( Along with Jean ) and doesn’t mind it when she cries.

The vicious think it’s weird that she cries to much but they don’t really care. But one person out their cares about her. Someone who loves her for being herself.

Jean.

The day they met was special. Literally. It was about maybe 6 years after the Vicious 5 escape AVL prison. The Deadly and Revenges 5 were just causing crime. Until Spine noticed him the others.

Clawdean hid behind her brother the entire time. But when she first saw Jean she saw something. And when Jean saw Clawdean, he didn’t see a monster that looks like a wolf. He saw a the most beautiful thing he ever seen.

During the times when the Deadly 6, Revenges 5 and Vicious 6 ever met up, he would always try to talk to her but she seems to be afraid of him.

It took them over 5 months when they were left alone once because everyone else decided to go do their own things. They had a chance to talk.

When they talked, Clawdean had the courage to explain why she was scared of him. She said that she’s always been nervous around people, she also wanted to talk to him. But she always flipped out.

He finally felt relief and they became closer. After a month of conversations and discussions. They got used to being together.

Only during one heist. They decided to steal the diamond of Fandora ( Random thing ). They worked the best together.

As they escape, Chains used Belle’s car to lower a rope to them to help them get out with the diamond and each other.

Jean grabbed the rope and Clawdean’s waist. They were lifted up and hanged on the rope. That’s when Jean did the unthinkable. He kissed her! Clawdean was first shocked but of course kissed back.

They kissed the entire way back. Spine fainted from happiness when he saw them together. Happy for his bestie and little sister!

They’ve been dating for about 7 months now. It’s 8:30 at night. Everyone is asleep.

Sven and Spikes are asleep in their shared room. Sven likes to hold Spikes in their sleep. She doesn’t mind

The Revengers 5 sleep in their rooms.

Stronghold and Matalio are asleep in their room hugging each other.

Chains and Belle sleeping together in their room.

And everyone else is asleep in their rooms.

All but one person. Jean.

Clawdean sleeps next to him. Holding his arm. He lays their awake, he turns to Clawdean and places a hand on her peaceful face. “ Hmmmm, Jean? What are you doing awake? “ Clawdean, putting her hand on Jeans hand.

“ Huh! Did I wake you up? “ He asks, whisper yelling. “ No, I think I just up on my own………” She says, trying to be sweet.

He holds her while she yawns. “ You should go to sleep “ He says, kissing her forehead. “ You have nothing to say. Why are you up anyway? “ She asks. She looks up at him and places a hand on his cheek. She smiles and kisses him.

“ Just thinking. Like what’s gonna happen in the future. Are we gonna get caught or will we find something that will change our lives forever and we will steal everything? “ He says. He barrie’s his head in her hair.

She becomes silent for a moment. “ Hmmm? Maybe, I did hear a rumor that’s theirs a stone that can make people stay young forever. They just have to make sure the energy stays strong “ She says, she grabs his face and kisses him again.

He smiles at her. “ Then that’s what we’ll get. That stone. I want to stay young with some perfect like you forever, and the others. Especially Spine. He’s my bestie. “ He says. Holding her face.

“ Staying young forever will be great. More heist meaning more power! “ She says. He loves it when she gets excited. “ We’ll tell everyone tomorrow and we’ll figure something out. I promise mon amour “ He says.

She smiles and hugs him. “ Love you my Lobster. “ She says, kissing him again. “ Love you too my wolf “ he says.

They close their eyes and fall asleep. Clawdean will do anything to be with him. And he would do anything to be with her.

They will rule this world together.

Wholesome 😭😭😭 this is my first time making a story about these 2. Well I hope you enjoyed! 😊

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