#slight Morpheus bashing?

[littledreamling]

I'm already regretting asking but I just came across you Sad Dreamling Headcanon™ and you hinted in your first post about it at more thoughts and feelings on it, would you like to spill them ? *braces herself*

Sorry for the unreasonably late response 😅 life got away from me but I’m finally back on my angst bullshit!

A fair few of my thoughts about these posts boil down to incoherent internal sobbing, laughing, and screaming.

Once we get past that, however, my mind turns towards the inevitable question: what happens next?

Obvious comic spoilers (and a warning that I haven't finished the comics, nor do I have easy access to the ending so any mistakes are... now part of the AU because I said so)

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Daniel takes on the mantle of Dream of the Endless. He's not sure he ever had a choice; he's not sure he would've said no even if he did. Morpheus had prepared him for the ascension, his memories behind a thin gossamer veil, both his and not his. Nothing, however, could've prepared him for this.

The first pang had felt like what he assumed a heart attack would feel like: a vice grip around the heart he didn't have. But it was his first moment of consciousness in his new body and the pain was overshadowed by the overwhelming onslaught of memories and knowledge that flooded his brain, a tidal wave of Dream of the Endless. The pain fell by the wayside, minuscule in comparison.

By the time he had gotten used to the crushing weight in his mind, he had gotten so busy that he didn't have time to pay attention to his physical body. He wasn't even totally sure he had a physical body anymore. His inherited realm was in ruins, invaded and destroyed by the Kindly Ones, left to rot. One by one, he restored his precious dreams and nightmares, beings that he had intimate memory of lovingly created, despite never having touched them before. His skin was new; his subconscious was not.

There was one part of the Dreaming, however, that refused to heal. It was a void, a dark stain in the very fabric of his realm. It relocated so often that he didn't even notice it at first; indeed, it took far too long for the moving black hole to catch his attention. It took even longer for him to realize it was expanding. Not enough to be spotted immediately, just enough to be concerning.

He doesn't investigate it alone. He might've inherited his mind from Morpheus, but his common sense came from forces beyond even his predecessor. Lyta Hall hadn’t given birth to a fool.

He takes Matthew with him. Matthew had become an invaluable ally in his painfully short journey of ascension and they make their way, together, towards the black hole, watching as it writhes and twists in the air, unnatural and revolting. When Matthew cannot make heads or tails of the strange void, Daniel calls for Merv. He stomps up, a cigarette clamped between his pumpkin lips, and promptly declares ignorance, every other word an expletive that Daniel, had he been mortal, had he been human, would not have heard for another two decades.

It is Lucienne who approaches, hesitantly, almost apologetically.

“My Lord,” she hedges, “your siblings are at the gates, requesting an audience.”

Daniel has never had siblings before. Now he has six. He suddenly finds himself nervous, in ways that he’s not sire he could ever articulate, if pressed. He’s suddenly intimately aware of his own youth.

“Dream,” Desire greets when the gates open, oddly solemn. Perhaps not oddly. Their brother has just died. Their brother is standing before them. It is a solemn affair. Death and Despair, too, are grim-faced. This, too, is not odd. Daniel knows this.

“Do not call me that,” he says, though he knows not why. Dream is who he is. Dream of the Endless. No one else can possess the mantle. Morpheus has no claim to it anymore. “My name is Daniel.”

“Daniel,” Death greets, and it sends a wave of warmth through him. He had not realized that Dream of the Endless played favorites so heavily among his own family.

“Death. Desire. Despair.”

He greets each of them in turn. Daniel will not play favorites. Clean slate.

“Daniel,” Desire starts, then stops. Daniel has never known Desire to have shame or reluctance. “I have no doubt that you have noticed.”

Daniel tilts his head. He says nothing. Morpheus had bestowed upon him a healthy respect for the impact of silence.

“The remnants,” Desire continues. “Of Morpheus’… desire.”

“The void.” Daniel confirms. “It is growing. It is… my desire?”

“It is the desire of Dream of the Endless,” Desire says. “Passed down from Morpheus to you, an unlucky hand of cards.”

Daniel wants to close the gates, suddenly. He does not want to hear any more ways in which his predecessor failed. His realm of ruins has been enough.

“Daniel,” Death says. “It will continue to grow. It’s not a desire you can get rid of. It’s inherited love for a man you will never meet.”

“Hob Gadling.”

Daniel does not miss the way Death flinches at the name.

“Hob is dead,” Despair speaks up for the first time. “The love that Morpheus had for him lives on. It has nowhere to go. It will consume you and your entire realm. Morpheus started a cycle that no one can stop. Dream of the Endless will cease, doused by Endless Devotion.”

Silence descends. It is a peculiar silence, only possible in the Dreaming; a complete stillness, a bated breath, an enduring flatline, moments or hours before a restarted heartbeat.

“Morpheus spelled my doom.” Daniel says. It is not a question.

“I am here to offer my hand,” Death replies. “My gift. You need not suffer under what Morpheus has wrought.”

“And if I do? If Despair spoke truly, my death will achieve nothing,” Daniel says. “An endless cycle.” It is difficult not to place emphasis on his newly-received family name. If his siblings are to be believed, he will not wear it for long. “If Despair spoke truly, my successor will suffer the same fate, and their successor beyond. Dream of the Endless will cease.”

There are no answers; the Endless siblings have none to give.

“Thank you, my siblings,” Daniel says at last. “I must return to my realm. Morpheus has left me with many pressing issues, his devouring love notwithstanding. I must attend to as many of my duties as I can before passing on my helm.”

True to his word, Daniel continues his function, restoring his realm to its former glory, shining and resplendent, steadfastly fighting against the ever-growing darkness that ravages every corner of the Dreaming it brushes against. Daniel can feel it, in the hollow space behind his ribs, an expanding mass of anguish; the love of a dead man for a dead man.

Time works differently in the Dreaming. It could have been decades, centuries, millennia. In the end, it doesn’t matter. Daniel is dying. The Dreaming is dying. Darkness presses against the throne room door, the last standing fragment of his beloved realm. His subjects huddle together, scared, their gazes drawn again and again to the stone door, cracking and splintering against the weight.

Daniel knows what he must do. His death will ensure the continuation of the Dreaming, if only for a short while. There is power in youth, power enough to stave off such overwhelming grief. His successor will have power Daniel only had upon first ascending. Power to keep the Dreaming alive. Power Daniel no longer has. It is time.

“Death,” Daniel says. “I am ready.”

[ultimateissuessimp]

Lost & Found

Chapter 6 - Dreamy interrogation

Word count: 1,240

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Drama/Slight horror

TW: Detailed description of a monstrous being, so if you're like me and imagine ach thing that you read, but you're sensitive to certain things like body horror, then I'd recommend you skip that part! It will be accentuated with *.

Author's note: Another chapter for you, loves! I'm actually surprised I wrote it so quickly, since I've had a writer's block for some time, certain ideas here and there, some I wrote down, some I forgot to write down, yet never a full chapter, that's why it's quite shocking that I wrote it in one day!

-Okay, okay... I'm sorry for my words, I've been a wreck since my husband's death... I'll try answering your questions to the best of my abilities - she said with a bashful look on her face. Both men nodded in understanding before the scenery around them changed and they appeared in he midle of a busy cafeteria. They sat down in one of the booths, Y/N and Morpheus siting beside each other, their shoulders brushing slightly as they tried getting more comfortable, while Martha sat in front of them on the chair and put her elbows on the table, crossing one arm over the other.

-First we would like to start with what exactly did you saw. Explain to us what did it look like, what was it doing? - Y/N ask the woman, look right into her eyes, trying to bring out that pressuring effect of having someone stare directly at you with a passive face with hope that it will make her spill everything they needed to know.

*-Well, at first it looked like my husband, but soon after it started to... Change. It started to gain a bluish-grey, slightly glistening, skin, it's arms grew a bit in length, not much but still longer than human arms which only made it creepier, ending with very long fingers with sharp claws. It's legs uh... Have you ever seen a Leukodaemon?* - she started explaining what the nightmare looked like before asking a question of her own, trying to see if her explanation will be easier if they had.

-We had seen one long time ago - brought up the fact Morpheus which Y/N agreed to with a nod of his head before ushering the woman to continue.

*-That's what it's legs looked like. Going forward with the thigh but at the knee down to half of it's calf they started going backwards, but then again a the other half of it's calf they started going forward again and ending with eagle like claws! It's torso was freakishly long, all bony and stuff, ribs tightly pressed against the skin, alost as if no meat was between them. It was really slouched forwards and it's steps were heavy, almost tired, draggig stomps, one after another. The slouched position making the spine nearly break the skin, formed in uneven mountains on it's back. And it's head! Oh it's head! Oval shaped, jaw longer than the forehead and basically the rest of the head, hanging unnaturaly open with teeth all around it's mouth! It almost looked like a guarded worm! Sort of... - She made a slight pause to take a deep breath, shiver running down her spine at the bare thought of the creature, another violent one taking over her as an image of it appeared inside her head. - It had a really small nose but with large nostrils which only added to it's eery look... And the eyes? The eyes big and absolutely empty, I felt like I was staring into a void of some sorts! It also had hair! Very long, black hair, almost wet looking as if it just crawled out of a swamp, but on top it had a pair of deer like horns... That should be basically what it looked like, or rather what I remember it looking like. It was just... Standing in the basement doorway, looking somewhere off into the distance, before it looked at me, deep into my eyes with it's empty ones and almost like it knew what I feared, it changed again, but this time into... - Another break, this one longer since she needed to collect herself so she did not breakdown as she began speaking about the next part. - Into my dead son... His body all beaten and broken, clothes torn and bloody...* Before it changed back into my husband and slammed the basement doors... I screamed, I begged, I cried... Until my neighbour opened the doors. I tried explaining what happened but he obiviously didn't believe me. I mean... who would?... Then it was just... gone... Neither of us knew where "my husband" had gone, but we knew it hadn't really gone far... We felt as if something was watching us and I was right, because when Police came and they wanted to take me in for further interrogation, I turned my head towards the little woods behind out house and there it was... STaring right at me with those lifeless eyes in the shape of my husband... - she ended her monologue with a shaky breath, wiping away the stray tears that got away with her as shaky as her breath hands.

Both Morpheus and Y/N looked at each other with a knowing look. It was all the confirmation they needed. It indeed was Valgrat and it was still free roaming Earth. They looked back at Martha, thanking her for the information. They truly didn't need to ask any more questions since it was obvious that it was all that the woman knew and she didn't see anything else beside the obvious elephant in the room. Morpheus took care of the rest, changing the scenery to what it was before they appeared and they left her dream, letting her rest as long as she needed. She wouldn't remember their encounter, thinking it was just a very weird dream that she would quickly forget about. Just a few seconds passed in the Waking World when they were inside Martha's head. They dissapeared the same way they appeared - in a whirlwind of sand, leaving some grains of it on the hospital room floor behind themselves.

Fifteen minutes later three men in suits walked into the same room containing unresponsive Martha Riley laying in her hospital bed. They took a few steps closer before the tallest of them dragged his leg slightly against the floor, feeling something rough and small against the sole of his shoe. He looks down with furrowed eyebrows, seeing some dots on the ground so he leaned down to check it out. He knew that hospital rooms were squeaky clean almost 24/7, so seeing and feeling such amount of, in his mind, dirt on the floor was weird. When he ran his fingers against the grains, he felt how... warm they were and surprisingly soft in touch, which was even weirder than it's presence because of the previous feeling of it being rought underneath his shoe. Why was it warm and soft? The one in the trenchoat squatted down next to him and investigated the grains of sand with a suspicious look and furrowed eyebrows as he looked to be in deep contemplation. Then a knowing one appeared on his face as he stood up and looked at the two men.

-They were already here. I told you to let me teleport us here, but you insisted on your way of transport. Now I doubt you will get anything out of here. I could try waking her up, but I doubt I stand a chance against the power of the entity that was here before us... - he explained with his deep, gruff voice, looking around the room before staring at the woman. Their situation wasn't looking good. In fact, they were in quite of a dead end and they had to wait until she woke up on her own which could take a long time... A time they did not have until the next victims showed up in newspapers.

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Until soon, lovelies!

[iwannafuckyexiu]

A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH  005

FACEPALM-KUN AND THE ABANDONED RAMEN between the yandere, sunshine boy, tsundere, shy boy, kuudere, which one would you choose?

Y/N stretches his arms, yawning as he makes his way towards the school gate in a drowsy approach. He ended up getting home by eleven thirty at night and stowed into the arms of Morpheus at two in the morning, scrubbing off the filth on his body before he went to sleep - which took the most time, even more than the time used to scroll through his phone.

The mob before the school invades Y/N's sight as he walks along the sidewalks towards the gate. "Damn what's with that crowd, is like a celebrity coming to our school or something?" he mumbles, nearing the horde, he recognises them as reporters from all the biggest news platforms in Japan, "oh wait, our school is filled with celebrities."

Spotting a familiar person whilst he attempts to wedge his way towards the entrance, he taps the guy's shoulder, "Hey, blonde guy it's you again."

"Heyyy! "

"What?!" the blonde guy yells through the rowdy flock of reporters, head yanking in Y/N's direction, his brows crumpled up and his eyelids tapered as he tries not to get squeezed to the side by the others.

"You know what's going on?" Y/N squints his eyelids as he gestures towards the mass of people in front of the school gate with his chin.

"I don't know, look yourself!"

The blonde guy tweaks his head back and thrust himself through the reporters with brute force, Y/N closely tracking behind his back, hand suspended mid-air throughout the entire fatiguing process of mashing into people and making an attempt to enter the school grounds without letting any reporters in.

"Wow, intense exercise early in the morning," Y/N comments as he walks along the corridor to his class with the blonde guy beside him, not minding that his uniform is wholly crinkled up and hair coiled with strands poking out, an untroubled grin stretches his cheeks.

"Oh, here's my stop, I'll see you later!" they pass by the class 1a door and Y/N bids his farewell to the blonde guy with a blow kiss - in which the latter clicks his tongue then turns his head away to (his scarlet neck rats him out).

Katsuki sits in his seat, his head lowered whilst he passes time with his phone in his palms on his table blatantly when a book is flung into his vision. He curls his hand into a fist and bashes the table, clacking his tongue in crossness.

"Who the fu-"

"Yep!" a radiant voice inserts before he can finish his sentence, even without looking up, Katsuki can pretty much guess who it is from the tonality and 'harmonious' book on the table.

"Midnight's lookin' hot on the cover there, don't ya think? " Y/N says as he bends over to flash a teasing smirk at Katsuki, crooking his head to the side, a brow raised at him.

Katsuki 'hmph'ed at the remark, ruby eyes never veering to look at Y/N, mumbling so tacitly that Y/N can barely hear it, "Fucking pervert." That's something new from the usual 'asshole' and 'fucker', Katsuki's updating his vocabulary too, damn.

To his unfriendly words, Y/N only lets out a faint chuckle, he sparingly flicks the side of Katsuki's head, "I heard that." Katsuki doesn't yell or shout at him for the action but he scowls and responds Y/N with a middle finger - which the latter gives a classic wink to.

"Aye Izuku," he greets as he strides towards his next target he is going to scourge. Y/N ruffles through Izuku's fluffy broccoli curls with one hand and the other chucks a long cardboard tube at the boy. "Here's an All Might poster since I couldn't bring the ice cream," he answers when he sees Izuku's puzzled cast on his features.

"Thanks!" Izuku says, dipping his head to convey himself, the corners of his eyes curving into arcs as wells as his pinkish lips.

"Also," Y/N begins while he tows a seat from the currently empty desk beside, straddling the chair with his arms tending on the top rail, "did you speak to that hedgehog there after school or something yesterday?"

"...how did you know?" Izuku first nods his head then twists his head and questions Y/N, green pupils peering agape at him.

"Saw it when I was running to work."

"Ah ... yeah, he said he's going to be number one from now on."

"Ahahahah, sounds like him," Y/N quenches a howl as he peeps at Katsuki from the side, visualising him shouting at Izuku like a tsundere schoolgirl: 'I-I-I'm going to be number one from now on, don't you bastard underestimate me!!'. The imagination of Katsuki doing that is too wicked, too wicked - Y/N heaves a sigh to himself at the overly whimsical thought.

"Also-oh, Aizawa's here I'm gonna go back."

As Y/N's words died down, he inches his way to his seat at the back of the room to prevent that yellow condom from calling him out for not being in his seat again, he's not one for attention you know.

"Good work on yesterday's combat training, I saw the video and results," Aizawa heaps slight praise to his students, his hand setting down his stack of papers on the desk at the front. "Bakugou, you're talented so don't act like a kid," his sagging eyes slothfully roves to Katsuki as he speaks of him briefly, gaze full of disdain.

"I know," Katsuki shifts his gaze to his left whilst he says with an overt frown, leaving the rest of the class dumbfounded at his unexpectedly composed temper.

"Hey slap me."

"Ow-oh my god, it's real."

"And Midoriya," Izuku instantly straightens up and tucks his arms atop his lap at the mention of his name from Aizawa, "you settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep making the excuse that you can't control your quirk. I don't like saying the same thing over and over again. But as long as you fix that issue, you'll have a lot of things you'll be able to do."

"Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya," Aizawa winds up his remarks on Izuku, in which the boy replies him with a firm 'hai! ', gushing with a youth's determination.

"Now let's get down to homeroom business, I'm sorry I didn't warn you beforehand but today I'll have you ..." letting his voice dwindle off, Aizawa has everyone put their heart in their mouths.

"Is he gonna say that he's resigning?"

"...Decide on a class representative."

Everyone sets about hoisting their arm up and screeching for Aizawa to pick them, almost sounding like a certain 101's theme song: "pick me! ". To all the ruckus going on in the classroom, Y/N just huddles his head between his weaved arms on the desk and sinks into sleep's deadly arms.

"Silence!"

The class quietens down at once straight after Iida's shout, and all eyes are bonded to his now-standing figure. Iida clinches an arm high up in the air but interposes to his classmates, "This is not something that just anybody could do! This is a job that requires leadership skills! Everyone's trust in you is required in order to be a good leader ... so we should vote! "

"Why did you suggest that?"

"We even don't know each other very well yet, how are we supposed to trust?" ribbit ribbit queries, stoking up the other students' pertinent comments.

"Everybody's gonna vote for themselves anyway."

"That's exactly why the person with most votes should become class president," Iida prods up his glasses with his fingers, the lens glistening in the artificial light, he turns to Aizawa (who's nearly asleep), "don't you agree, sensei?"

"Tsk whatever, just choose one before class ends," Aizawa says moodily and zips his yellow sleeping bag up to return to his slumber, making sure it's soundproof.

So everyone agrees to use the method Iida suggested. One after another, they walk to the front to vote for the most suitable person to be class president, including Y/N who awoken when Iida silenced the class. And too waspish from his interrupted nap, he scratches his mark beside the first name he sees on the blackboard and walks back to his seat as if a zombie.

Bypassing to when they reveal the final results of the mini-referendum, Izuku got three votes, sealing his class representative position, and Yaoyorozu got two votes, making her vice president.

"Deku? Who voted for him?!"

And Katsuki is back to his regular self, brimming with rage. The class now think that maybe a calm Katsuki isn't that bad, they want that him back.

、、、

"That took too fucking long!" Y/N grumbles to the mustard and ketchup duo as he cautiously rambles towards the table they're on, balancing a warm (and heavy, Y/N doesn't forget to mention) bowl of noodles on his tray.

"You could've chosen something else to eat you know ramen's one of the most popular choices between students," Denki pokes fun at him with a suppressed smile by his lips, then giggling at the boy's strange posture while he settles the tray onto the table.

"I was just craving it too much, after rewatching Naruto and Shippuden over last night."

"Ai ..." Y/N emits a lasting and theatrical sigh, he sways his head at Denki. "You won't get it, bro," he says perplexingly, acting profound and inscrutable to the two.

"But I get you," the ketchup of the duo who has been silent for the past conversation finally speaks, giving the male opposite him a 'yes I get you bro' expression which Y/N responds with his hand pounding on his chest lightly.

Y/N lifts his chopsticks up, dredging up a clump of noodles from the soup, ready to eat it all up when a resonant toll sets off within the canteen.

"Just as I was gonna take a sip," he snarls and tosses his chopsticks in the bowl, pressing his lips together as he gets up from his seat, "Shitting hell, in the single moment I just blank out a bit they all run out."

Y/N ventures out the canteen and around the hallways, he attempts to pinpoint where exactly the others are but he only ends up astray from his destination. And on the fourth time of laying his eyes on the same wall after roaming around, again and again, his mentality snaps.

"AHHHH, DENKI YOU FORGOT TO BRING ME ALONG!" Y/N howls in the hallway to his heart's content, off-track in his breakdown, not noticing the presence nearby, "first I don't get to eat my ramen, then I get lost." He leans against a wall and slouches down to perch himself on the ground slowly, the lesions from the day before twinging as his skin smears against the solid surface.

"What fucking sorcery is this?!"

Finally quelling down, Y/N turns his head to skim his surroundings when a dim figure by a wall grasps his eyes, he shrinks his eyelids at the direction, "Hold on, is that a person there?"

"H-"

"You better shut your fucking mouth up or I'll disintegrate you," before he even speaks the silhouette lashes out at him and shows himself from the shadows.

His voice is husky, coarse and guttural, but tone simmering through into Y/N soul with spite and malice. Giving a hasten glimpse at his appearance - slender yet fit figurine, unkempt but appealing ultramarine locks - Y/N supposes the face behind those slightly greyed but dainty and slim fingers is not bad too.

"Okay, okay," Y/N says in a reposeful manner, taciturnly distancing himself from the clearly perilous man just close by, his features malformed into a grovelling cast.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks good but seems too yandere," Y/N mutters in a low tone, darting a sidelong glance at facepalm-kun, his tongue pricking out to moisten his chapped lips.

"What?"

"Nothing." Y/N works towards a canon ball shape, burrowing his head further into his knees to minimise his existence to the brink.

The man hums shortly then reaches his hand towards Y/N direction, he intimidates him, "Don't tell anyone about me, or else ..." His single veined eye pops in Y/N direction menacingly, sending the latter's hair and goosebumps raising in cold blood.

Even when Y/N sets back to his class, he can still recollect the blood-curdling aura the man dispersed from a single stare. Worn out from the taut tension with the man before, Y/N drapes himself across his desk as he gapes at one place blankly until Denki calls him.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

"Where did you go just now?" Denki asks, eyes enlarged at Y/N's figure without the slightest cut since he didn't find him beside him during the drill, which gave him a great shock.

"Oh, uh ... the bathroom you know, I had to pee real quick," tilting his head to the side to act above suspicion, he gives Denki an answer full of faults.

But Denki doesn't uncover him, he plaits his fingers through Y/N's hair, tousling his curls, he says to him with fondness. "You're lucky it's just a fraud or you might just get in trouble with the villains."

Hahhahhahahhahaahhahaa.

He did.

"But it's a fraud this time, so I'm fine!" Y/N draws a viscid grin to show, he lifts his brows at Denki and provokes, "see, you can pinch me to test!" Denki hoists a hand up and harshly nips at Y/N's waist, muting his laugh as he sees the boy's twisted expression from the force of it.

"Ow ow ow! Not that hard!" yelling at him whilst also smacking his hand away repeatedly, Y/N gnaws on his bottom lip as the mark throbs for a few seconds, his E/C irises blazing holes through Denki.

"Hm, just as noisy as always," Denki jokes with him, stroking his chin with two fingers in a pondering position.

"Tsk."

"Oh, there comes Aizawa, I gotta go back to my seat."

"Talk to you later, see you~"

"Can I say something?" Izuku steps up all of a sudden, fists clasped by his sides, chin tipped upwards with determination. "I think-I think that Iida is more capable for the position of the class president! He managed to calm the crowd down during the drill, so I think he's the most suited for this job," the poor boy's body quavers slightly as he announces to the class, eyes meandering everywhere.

"I agree with Midoriya."

"Me too, Iida was kinda a good leader just now."

"Like everyone literally just stopped talking when he flew up and said his thing."

"Same."

"Alright, if you're all done with that, then listen to me." Everyone hush down at the din of Aizawa's sluggish voice.

"We'll be participating in a rescue simulation for your basic hero training class," Aizawa starts lazily, ignoring everyone's roars at how excited they are for the event and resumes to speak, "this time you can decide whether you will wear your hero costume or not, because for some people it may be restricting."

"We're going there by bus since the training is going to be outside of the school grounds," he explains whilst he removes his hands that were propping himself up from the desk.

"That's all, now get ready."

TO NOTE

soooo updates are gonna be slower after this chapter because my holiday's ending! yayyyyyyy

but yeah updates will be slower and most likely too slow.