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♡﹕𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓, 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓! — CH.1 — Normal Girl

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A/N ﹕Chapter 1 is finally out!! I apologize if this took a little while, I have an idea for an Alastor fic brewing and if all things go well, the prologue/pilot chapter will be the next thing I post!

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This chapter is primarily exposition and fluff, so there are no content warnings for this chapter aside from a brief description of making oneself vomit.

𝐄 × 𝐌/𝐅 × 𝟓.𝟐𝐤 × 𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 × 𝐀𝐎𝟑

♡﹕Bring-your-reader to work day as one of the most famous idols in hell! Or, what it's really like working as one of the most famous idols in hell under the thumb of the VEES.

6:00 PM

Your alarm begins your morning with its typical assault to the ears and dragging you out of what was once a beautiful slumber, for a while your subconscious was even able to create a darling little wonderland blend of hell and personal heaven, but all good dreams had to come to an end at sometime soon.

Sitting up, you begin your typical morning work routine of getting dressed, brushing your teeth and whatever other morning activities that needed to be done. Surrounding you are dozens of printed posters and scrolls of yourself watching you get changed, most of which being limited edition merchandise from your concerts, and almost all of them had in bold letters “MONΛRCH” somewhere on the prints. After your meeting with Vox that day, he insisted that if you were going to work with the brand of the Vees that you were to take on a stage name to said brand. Before you could go through your mental filing cabinet to find something that would fit, Vox informed you that he had already picked your name from the moment you walked in: Monarch. It took a second for you to realize, but the patterns currently adorning your body with the resemblance of a monarch butterfly made it click. Plus, you did like how powerful the name sounded.

The last step of your routine was always to consult yourself a sprint checkup on your voice synthesizer and then perform some finetuning. Your current synthesizer is nowhere close to your first one, hell the damn thing originally couldn't even get wet, nor was it surgically bolted into your neck, though the two still shared similar parts in case the need for a quick repair arose.

… Aaaand of course speak of the fallen angel, that said scenario was precisely why you keep a constant eye on the quality of your synthesizer, because the screw connecting your voice bank and vocal chords was chipped. Sure, it was minute but even the smallest imperfection could lead to rust and infection that you just couldn’t afford.

The bottom half of your dresser vanity would appear to be nothing but a foundational box with a front facing panel and some regal metalsmith carvings if not for the card-slot keyhole poking out the right side. You keep the key hidden on your person at all times, while the contents inside hold no value in money or power you’re sure the reactions to what could be construed to be a stalkerish shrine to your boss would be the end of your reputation.

And his too you guess but you’re the cute one here.

Lifting your pointer finger to the back of your neck, using the slight dent of your nail to nudge out a tiny rectangular panel of your synthesizer. Or, it would be rectangular if not for the carefully cut notches on one of the sides.

You slip the key into the slot as far as it will reach, bypassing all 4 clicks then rewarding you with a 5th at ths decompressing tightness of the spring lock hinge. The once stiff panel now slides open, though not exactly with grace with it getting friction jammed against the frame caused by lack of use.

Not quite having time to spare getting distracted by your keepsakes you reach to the glass case to the left containing your prototype voice bank collar displayed like a diamond atop a blue silk pillow. You’re absolutely certain if Vox discovered you still held the beta technology he would gag like you were saving a meal that's gone bad. Absolutely adorable, knowing if you’d present it to any sinner in hell it’d be easy to convince them it was state of the art, brand new.

One screw acquired and you’re out of there, locking everything the way it was before, box, vanity, bedroom door, apartment door. The commute to the VHQ could barely even be considered a walk, actually, most of the housing within a 3 mile radius of their building was ultimately owned by the Vees reserved for employees. Smart way to both keep their people in line and control exactly who’s around at all times, gotta give them credit when credit is due.

The dredging silence over the span of two months had you in an urge to claw beneath your skin to tear out the stabbing anticipation that seemed to grow within. Should that evolve into a spiral well of anxiety you'd been worried the business plan sealed in ink turned into a ghost, but you were informed before your leave that Rome wasn’t going to be built in a day so you were left with nothing to do but respect his unspoken wishes.

When the hour struck and you received the details for the date and time of your next meeting in a bare bones text, you wish you could say it put your short term torture to a close, but the years worth of screaming in static was finally going to be over. You couldn’t make time move any faster, only make yourself move faster to prepare for your next encounter with the overlord that could now be considered your master.

“Monarch! Good, right on time, Now come sit.” Your overlord spins around the chair to your direction, beckoning you his way. You silently do as you’re told sitting legs pressed together handbag in your lap, before you even had a chance to touch the zipper for your tablet he waves your hands away.

“Nuh-uh, you don’t need to bother yourself with that anymore. I’m sure you know why I called you?” By the way his smirk stretched across the screen while his left hand reached below his desk you’d nearly assume he was just as excited as you for this day. You feel your eyelids pull back and you swore your eyes reflected twice as much light than when you first sat down if you could catch a glimpse of yourself.

The device presented to you in his hands looked identical to its future self if not for the fresher coat of polish it bore. You must confess you weren’t too sure what you were envisioning for this gadget to come out looking like, actually you realized you were never imagining something metaphysical at all, the technological cure to your aid came in the mental form of an intangible concept closer to a myth. But what was before your eyes was.. actually pretty underwhelming.

It looked like nothing but a steel box speaker attached to a collar with a dial, bare and simple. You caught a peek at something poking out on the other side behind it, but it didn’t catch your interest long enough to retain the observation. You weren’t aware enough to try and hide your confusion but you may have done a better job than you thought at not letting it show since he didn’t react until you cocked your chin to the side.

“Well what are we waiting for! Let’s get this show on the road and try it out, yeah? Turn around.” You were practically standing and turned before he could even finish the command. Sharp blue needles brush over your cheeks and under strands of hair lifting them behind your ears. You make the sound of the buckles on the collar before it’s veiled over your vision and behind your neck. “Fair warning, this will definitely be painful!”

Mayhaps you should’ve taken a bigger note on what you saw behind the box earlier, because you instantly got to discover what it was as spear headed clamps bury dormant in your throat through your neck so sharp it could pierce bone. Pain didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling, it was like your brain tossed you back in time to repeat your lungs combusting to ash and your body soon reacted like you were suffering such fate again, causing you to start jumping and swatting out of the arms of your savior as if he were your next next killer.

“AAAAAAHH-aaahhhh?” Was that y- there’s no way.

You tested again in case this was another instance of your psyche filling in the gaps of a voice once more.

“aaahhhhhh~AAAHH~~” You weren’t dreaming. What you were asking from him from the start felt like asking the impossible but the result you were given far exceeded any daydream you conjured to cope with your situation, but not only had the overlord given you a brand new voice by some miracle, the voice he gave you was the same you had in life, the same smooth melody you forgot you could produce.

You turned around to face him, this time with tears blurring your view. Not an ounce of anger from your embarrassing attack his way earlier, only intrigue in your reaction to the gift. For the first time in years, you could speak and say anything in the world you wanted and now your mind was white noise. All you could do was bow your head in gratitude, though you aren’t sure if he was expecting that just based on the noise he made after.

“Hey- woah, no need for that now, not that I’m necessarily complaining,” You raise your head and you aren’t surprised by the shadow of ego stretching his grin across the screen. “I did some investigating into your mortal life to find samples of your work to make sure your voice would be nothing short of yours! Getting hands on anything in the overworld is a royal pain in the ass, though. I hope you keep that in mind.”

Was he jesting? You were going to keep every bolt and circuit in mind for the rest of your afterlife. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or the subtle new feeling of electrical surges flowing down the rivers of your veins, but just standing still with the amount of energy pumping in your body currently had you revived into a frankenstein marionette.

You suppose a start could be a proper thank you, but when you attempted to mouth the words the frequency in which the simple “thank you, sir” stitched themselves together didn’t carry harmoniously, more like a broken collage of vocal pitches. Your hand cuts off your lips with a flare of pink to your cheeks, the oncoming cackling from your new boss turns that shade into deep red.

“Hahaha! I was wondering when you were gonna find that part out!” The laughter settles to a halt and he lifts a finger to wipe away a pixelated tear that doesn’t actually budge. “This model is just a beta voice bank and synthesizer, speaking will take some getting used to and once I get enough data from your use of it in the following weeks, I can begin working on improvements. I have a manual in my drawer containing the details for maintenance but for now, I have some people you need to meet.”

You were nodding your head along but you had to admit, you were not following completely. True you were unfamiliar with the recent spike in tech, but you didn’t think you were this poorly informed. You make a mental note of this as something you should start fixing asap if you were going to continue your career this way. Meanwhile, outside your thoughts, your boss is leading you to the front elevator.

Before you could prepare for a silent and awkward ride down, the TV filter breaks it again. “Oh, and can you stop with the whole “sir” talk, it’s a painfully stuffy-outdated form of addressing authority. Just address me as Vox, and everyone will know I’m your boss.” The elevator bell rings signaling the stopping floor. Your vision is brought to what looks like a madhouse production with women bustling in every direction skewing fabric across the space. It didn’t take long to put two and two together that this was some kind of clothing production, but seeing a fashion lineup in what you thought was a tech company put you in uncanny valley.

“No! No! No! Fucking disgraceful- what the hell is this shit Shae? Did you get sick all up on our silk or are you actually using vermillion and oli- VERMILLION AND FUCKING OLIVE SHAE DID YOU LEARN COLOR COORDINATION FROM THE COLOR BLIND?!” Alright that definitely drew your attention. The voice sounded like a female Gordon Ramsay for fashion instead of cooking, so it wasn’t difficult to assume she was the one in charge.

“Velvette! You’re as bitter as ever before.” The woman turns over, you had to admit her namesake fit well with her appearance and instantly the aesthetic made sense. Something about that cute white swirl she has in her hair reminded you of a sweet cheesecake frosting you could've devoured her on sight.

“Vox fuckin’ piss off mind you can’t you see I’m in the middle of somethi- who the fuck is this” Velvette squints in your direction like your appearance sucked away the rest of her eyesight. Seconds go by, and then a few more without a word being exchanged, only the next electrical surge from the nervous gulp of saliva reminding you that things didn’t have to be this way anymore.

You introduce yourself unashamed of the robotic slurred speech pattern and the face she makes could only be described as bewilderment.

“I- what in satan’s name was tha-”

“She’s mute, Velvette. Sweetheart this is the cornerstone of my little “Monarch” project I informed you of, and I actually came here to discuss that with you.”

“Wait a second the star of your new network is a mute bimbo- Vox did your motherboard circuits go fucking smooth?!” Self control was a virtue you’d mastered since life one, through thumb-tacks in your heels to schmoozing slimy pigs with deep pockets, the poker face would remain sewn to your cheeks. But here, you could feel the slightest twitch anytime this woman spoke. You couldn't give a damn how powerful she thought she was, the kinds of implications she was making towards Vox only made you want to shove bars of soap down her throat until it cleans the filth coating her mouth.

There was no fucking way you were ever going to tolerate that cunt.

The frosted blast of studio AC and diamond perfume became your standard morning welcome when clocking into work, upon so being greeted by the models and seamstresses on the floor of your first stop with your typical “good mornings” and “how are yous”. One of the newer interns approaches with multiple cardboard cup holder trays of coffee, and it didn’t take very long to find the cup with your favorite order, even if it weren’t for the bold lettering of your stage name on the outside.

You finish up your typical greetings making your way over to the dressing rooms where the rest of your stagemates are already gathered looking at the schedule. First on the docket was choreography training, no surprise since your instrumentalists were nowhere to be found, and then after lunch iss… oh wonderful! Outfit fitting! Which meant the whole afternoon with just you and Velvette.

This was going to be a perfect day, wasn’t it?

Speak of the devil and she shall not only appar, she’ll kick the front door down like it cheated on anniversary night and throw what was- probably a brand new Goeccia hand purse in the face of whomever was closest.

“EACH ONE OF YOU BETTER BE FUCKING CLOCKED AND AT YOUR POST IN THE NEXT MINUTE OR YOU’RE ALL SEWING THE ANGELIC!!KILLS LINE BY TONIGHT EVEN IF YOUR FUCKING FINGERS ARE WORN TO NUBS ARE WE CLEAR?! Now where the ever loving fuck is- There she is!!”

“Velvette!!”

The two of you run and embrace in the middle of the room like you had just returned from the great war and reuniting with your long lost lover at the end of a shitty romcom. This display, was one that also became a tradition between the two of you at the start of the work day, one you weren’t ignorant to the handful that still felt the need to eyeroll or squint.

Okay so,, your seeded disdain for Velvette was one you admittedly locked away in the vault of embarrassing memories to reap its head around only when trying to get a good night's sleep. You initially had spent the first month or so practicing every torture method known to man on the images your eyes sent you because of how she talked down to Vox like a dog, this was… before you found out she was an overlord too and suddenly the context of the relationship they shared made sense. A bitter part of the pride that landed you where you are today still wanted to leech onto any grain of malice toward her, eventually turning into a humiliating envy and possessiveness over Vox’s attention. In that span of time you made no effort to get to know Velvette or care about her work, even while she was making the outfits you wore on stage for you and she somewhat mutually felt the same about you.

Luckily for the two of you, there was a third much more obnoxious V that was too perfect of low hanging fruit in the art if feminine hazing for you both to latch onto and find common ground on.

“I think this new hair style might be my new favorite! Locs look good on you~” Compared to how you felt the first time speaking with the prototype that sat in your vanity, the newer model of your synthesizer had a way more diverse voice bank and finetuning that made speaking feel and sound much more natural. Even with the mounds of progress from your prototype to present day, it was still obviously unnatural and robotic. These became factors that slowly mattered less as your gratitude increased, and you were content that not everyone was going to see it that way.

“See? I fucking told that nasty bed bug upstairs that I’d eat butterfly locs but what the fuck would he know when I can read my damn future in his forhead,” Velvette went a total of two minutes of the conversation before she pulled her phone out to check her instagram feed, a new accomplishment. You were proud. “Just so you’re aware by the way, Verosika Mayday announced the release date of her Paint it Pink album like 35 minutes ago and people are already bringing your name into it. You got a lot to deliver with this upcoming tour.”

Lucifer bless Velvette for having the brain cells to keep up with surfing the modern social media tides you continuously wipe out on with every attempt. You could stomach social media enough for your job, but Velvette made sure to get you a top notch social media advisor to handle your accounts to make it seem like you were more active than you were. True as it was that your vocal synthesizer brought a new flair to the world of music; especially in the rise of electronica, techno and pop where your new voice couldn’t compare to any other sinner in the genres, this factor has also lead to a cluster headache of… Let’s just say controversy. Old fashioned demons in particular were the bane of everything you deemed holy just because how fucking annoying they were making their periodic hangups your god damn problem.

Before you could properly offer your gratitude your attention is taken by an obnoxious thump and “A-hem!” in the direction of the dressing room. Turning you can see the green lop bunny ears of your costar and you can assume she’s trying to tell you to move your ass. Drama was the last thing you had energy for so you blow a kiss goodbye to Velvette and made two shakes of a lamb's tail into the dressing rooms.

Today you didn’t need to worry about outfit planning, just something comfortable that you don’t mind sweating in for the better part of the day. A simple pair of running shorts, tank top and loafers should work more than fine for today, hopefully as long as Valentino didn’t decide to sit on today’s choreography exercises…

It wasn’t exactly the norm for dance practices for the remaining member of the V trifecta to sit in and give his shit commentary- kind critiques on your movements and appearances. If it were up to you or any of your coworkers, Valentino wouldn’t be anywhere near your production but alas, contractual standards came first. One of the stipulations upon starting your career as Monarch was your introduction to the Vee network and the ongoing partnership the three overlords held to upkeep their power within hell. Long and short, this meant that with each contract the Vees delt the other two business partner would also have to reap some sort of benefit; typically monetary gain.

In your case, Velvette easily got her reward by using your team as breathing mannequins to advertise her fashion line, not to mention she would ultimately be credited in every comment of the flashy costumes you wore at concerts and venues. Valentino’s side had free royalties to your music to play in his clubs and this usually came along with him having a say in the dances that go with the song. Every fucking time it was a Valentino session you all knew you were in for a long day of overtime, muscle pain, and playing sexual harassment bingo.

Two knocks on the door put your thoughts to a screeching halt.

“Monarch dear, are you descent~” Ah, it was your favorite voice in all of hell~ you run to the door with a skip in each step like a puppy listening for dangling keys outside the front door.

“Never~”

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes!”

“There’s the answer we’re looking for,” You welcome him inside with a pleasant “come in” and Vox follows as such. You maintain a safe distance and subtly restrain yourself by clasping your hands behind your back but you weren’t going to deny, days like today the tightrope beneath your feet of professionalism and your heartache was especially loose. You’re certain the love you felt for the man who saved your spirit was last year's news to everyone in the building, actually your “inappropriate devotion” has been the source of countless catfights among your bandmates.

“Monarch love! Horrific morning isn’t it~” You could listen to him talk all day, and when he approaches you and clasps a hand over your cheek leaning into the touch feels like second nature.

“Every day in the studio is a horrific morning, but I know that’s not what you came to talk to lil’ ol me about, isn’t it?”

“Why, you hurt me! Can’t I just start my morning visiting a beautiful painted lady?” You blink in a moment of silence until he finishes. True you loved soaking in his flattery, but not in feigned procrastination. “Valentino and I spoke this morning, or rather he threw a tantrum because I didn’t tell him I put Pomp and Circumstance on your schedule today..”

Aaand there it is, of course you get to not only work with STI Patient-0, but he was already off to a shit mood to start the day. If the scales of fortune decide to tip your way at all during today you hope this tips in your favor, given the… technique you developed to avoid interacting with him as much as possible.

When you lift your head to meet your reflection, you have to tilt your head a bit higher than you remembered last, and your arms were now coiled around his waist. Oh, it seems matter won over mind again. The hand that once danced feathers over your cheek now caress massages in your scalp. Scandalous, sure. But there was nothing wrong with comforting a friend after a rough morning, right?

“Come, everyone else is already in the studio. Sorry I couldn’t start your day with anything pleasant, I hate being the reason you have a frown. So,” Your vision cuts into frames of bright white and a following zap, once, then twice again. In what feels like an instant Vox disappears and reappears within the electricity, but the second time he holds a brown fast food bag and a bright green M.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE MAMMONALDS! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!!” Stars of reflected light build in your eyes when you saw the bag. Reading the receipt taped to the front you can already tell the breakfast order is your favorite even down to your specific requests that made the receipt go down past the bag but you knew the employees wouldn’t even dare try and get Vox’s order wrong.

“Take a minute to eat and come to the studio, I didn’t get you a drink because I knew you were going to get coffee so I’ll get you a milkshake after choreography, kay?” You nod your head while already pulling out your side of hashbrowns and chowing down like a hamster nibbling a sunflower seed.

It was a sight so cute Vox wanted nothing but to squeeze you so tight your eyes pop out of your skull.

But there was no time to waste. Vox vanishes with a flicker of the lights and bolts yet again, and you take a couple last chews before you’re sure hes gone.

Standing up you make way to the connected bathroom to your dressing room and open the toilet seat. Immediately you shove two fingers into your throat and probe the back until it triggers your gag reflex enough to regurgitate every last bite you took. The slime of cheap grease and burn of overused salt always made you restrain a gag without fail anytime fast food was given to you, but god Vox just would not stop ordering that shit for you. Perhaps there was a chance you sold your “love” for Mammonalds a little too hard the first handful of times he’d gifted it to you; actually, you probably wouldn’t be in this situation at all if you just refused his offer to hand feed you a fry earlier on in your contract, and by all means you wanted to, but your body’s impulse had won that that day.

Tossing out the remaining food out of the bathroom window to the dumpster in the alley below you and flushing and cleaning any remnants of bile, you give yourself one last tidy up and make way to the next place you’re needed: the dance studio.

By some unholy miracle when you stepped out of the elevator, you weren’t met with condensed red smoke to the ceiling and a moth throwing a drink at your head. Drink or a bullet, whichever he thought would please him more.

“Fucking christ all mighty, the “Princess of the Hour!” finally arrives.” As expected, everyone had already gathered long before you while you were caught up with Velvette and Vox, the first one to greet you being the same moody green bunny from earlier, rolling her eyes and doing little jazz hands mid sentence to hammer in her sarcasm.

“Good morning to you too, Tea!! I’m glad you’re feeling well~” You made a decision to go on the dismissive today, Tea in particular always seemed to be in sour moods when it came to you being as chummy as you were with the Vees for a mere contracted soul. At the end of the day you couldn’t give less a shit about that twats petty jealousy issues if she only had the decency to keep it to damn self instead of making it your problem, and your problem at work nonetheless.

“Oh shut the fuck up Tea we aren’t in the mood for this today,” The lanky azure colored salamander man gently flicked Tea on the back of the head with a roll of the eyes and a vertical reptile blink. Out of all the members of your little group, Sirius was the closest thing you had to a voice of reason and it made him the most tolerable out of the bunch. In the corner too engrossed in their own conversations to even pay mind to any of you were two harpy girls, sisters actually. Black Marlia on the left and White Russian on the right, both of them added a much needed flare to your concerts and were the only two who could go airborne long enough to perform choreography above the stage, you liked to think they were valuable assets even if you could count the amount of times either has spoken to you on one hand.

“I hear we have to deal with Valentino’s bullshit today…” Sirius attempts to continue the conversation as the five of you start properly getting into position for when said moth comes in, it would look as if you’d all been wagging your tails for his arrival this whole time.

“You are the third to remind me of his existence today, if that number goes up I might have to fly away and leave you hanging~”

“Oh and here I thought you’d be ecstatic to be commanded by one of your masters for the better part of today.”

“Not the one who immediately calculated my ass and chest size in his head as an introduction.”

“Was he right though-”

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW!” And just like that, any hope of this being a well off- or even standard Valentino work day just died on arrival. You all do exactly what he says and don’t utter a peep until he says bark. Throughout the early hours of the rehearsal, it was evident that he wanted to be here the least out of any of you which was something that as much as he made your skin crawl, you had to respect. No one likes work already but you could understand how the brand you had was so softcore in comparison to what he was used to, the whole choreograph just looked like a bunch of pillows flopping around on stage to him.

Your understanding should not be confused with sympathy however, simply put knowing how your bosses think is rule #1 when it comes to maintaining a proper work/life balance, and in this case it would be minimizing the amount of halts and rechoreographing out of nitpicks. So, while your brand was one that strayed away from deviance and sex to keep the illusion of ownership, being a bit more risqué than your typical sets here and there wasn’t a crime and would give Val more to look at even if only teasingly.

“No! No! NO THIS IS ALL FUCKING WRONG!!” Yeah who the fuck were you kidding, if you all weren’t having an orgy this jack off was never going to be pleased.

“Did you all learn how to dance in a fucking church?! Are you all such angel cunt lickers that you can’t handle presenting any TNA is that it?!”

Yeah… This was going to be a long work day…

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𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you fall in love with a murderer, and have to choose between living a life with out him, or dying

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: HEAVY angst, no happy ending (sorry), ghostface au, little cursing, scream 6 spoilers ig, death :(

𝐚/𝐧: my first writing!! lmk what y’all think 👀 theme heavily inspired by @auras-moonstone, which go check her blog out if you haven't already! also story very similar to author on wattpad, forgot their name though so if you know, make sure to comment!

your feet ached from running, and with every step you took, it felt like your muscles were snapping into itty-bitty pieces. however, you had to keep running, for yourself, and for your friends.

you were currently being chased by two ghostfaces, who had just brutally murdered chad. it was painful to watch, since you had been attached at the hip since kindergarten, and had grown up together.

he was always there for you, and was a great listener. he listened to you when you needed to vent about your shitty day, or when you were rambling on about how cute and thoughtful ethan was.

you met ethan at the beginning of the semester, and instantly clicked. you constantly hung out, and the group liked to joke about your crushes on one another. you just thought it was playful teasing, although you had definitely fallen for ethan, hard.

unbeknownst to you, he had felt the same. originally, you and him were never supposed to happen. the plan was for him to join the group through chad, and continue the family business from there. although, once he heard your angelic laugh and experienced your lovable personality, he knew the whole plan was fucked.

however, none of that matters now, as you stand in front of detective bailey. he had just revealed himself as one of the heartless killers, and the other murders still had their masks on, and stood next to him proudly.

then, he took off his disguise.

it was ethan. your ethan. the one who you baked cookies with only a few nights ago, was a serial killer, and wanted your blood.

you couldn’t focus on the others words, all you could do was stare at ethan. he however, was to much of a coward to even glance your direction. he couldn’t bear the thought of your eyes being stained with sadness and betrayal.

you were quickly brought back to reality as all hell broke loose. quinn chased after the sisters, bailey after kirby, and ethan after you.

you pushed your sore and aching legs down a dim hallway, only to find a dead end. it was over for you. no where to run, you turned around to look at ethan, and backed into the cold, concrete wall.

“so, this is it? you’re just going to kill me now, after everything we’ve been through?” you ask with an aggravated tone, your words still lingering in ethans ears, much after they were said.

“i- i dont want to do this to you, y/n. but i have to. its for richie, for the family.” he grips the knife, and slowly brings it up to your throat. you tense up, and squeeze your eyes shut.

this is how you were going to die, bleeding out at the hands of the boy you loved most. it felt unreal, although you were starting to except your fate. you internally jumped at the feeling of the tip of the knife to your throat, and now you were waiting for him to end your life with one stroke.

you kept waiting, for what felt like an eternity, but nothing ever came. you decided to open your eyes out of curiosity. he was standing still, looking down at the ground, deep in thought.

“do it. please, don’t drag my death on. the least you can do is make it quick. kill me, ethan.” you say, the tremble in your voice very prominent. the sound of your whispers catches him off guard, and he looks up from the floor to make eye contact with you.

ethan broke upon hearing your pleads. what was he doing? he loved you, more than he loved his father or sister. you made him feel special, in a way no other family member could.

“I can’t do it.” he says, dropping the knife and beginning to sob into his hands. you look at him, both confused and distraught, until your attention is brought elsewhere. sam was covered in blood behind him, a knife in hand. she brought a finger up to her lips, signaling you to be quiet so she could attack him.

you didn’t want him to die, but you knew he had to. you quickly embraced him, arms around his neck, standing on your tallest tiptoes, due to his abnormally large height.

you dig you head into his neck, between your arm, and began to cry with him.

“you dont know how bad i want this to be a dream.” you managed to choke out, in between sobs. “i wish i could wake up in your arms, and everything could go back to normal.” you say, still hugging him, for this would be the last time.

you pick your head up to look at sam, signaling to her that it was time. you bury your head back into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes, waiting. you then hear the knife plunge into his skin, and you feel the vibrations of his muffled shrieks along your skin.

you decide to continue talking, trying to help him through the pain, while sam retracts the weapon from his back and goes to stab him again.

“i wish i could wake up from this nightmare, and we could go back to studying econ on thursdays, and getting milkshakes at our favorite diner while we talk and laugh for hours.” you exclaim with a depressing and heartfelt tone.

“remember when you were walking me back to my apartment late one night, and we saw a stray cat? and you sat there for the next 10 minutes, feeding it scraps out of the palm of your hand?” you recite to him, and he nods slowly, while in pain.

“thats the ethan i fell in love with. he would never do anything like this, and he was the most selfless guy i knew. he would spend hours researching the perfect flower to get, and would make sure to text me every morning and night to check on me.” you share, and start to feel his body go limp, and all color he once had, slowly drained from his soul.

“i love you, so much y/n. i wish things were different.” he stutters out, before going unconscious.

“me too.” you say, laying his body down on the ground. tears spilling from your eyes, and onto his lifeless cheek.

that was it. there was no more ethan and y/n. you would have to live a life without him. no more sleeping in his bed while you ran your fingers through his hair, no more sweet messages, no more song recommendations. apart of you had died that day, and it killed knowing that he would never come back.

#jack champion #ethan landry smut #ethan landry angst #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #liv’s writing !

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sparkbeast20 · 6 months

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My thoughts of Chapter One: Pt 1 (1-2 and 1-3)

I decide to not include the prologue, since we have that in the official YT in PrettyBusy.

1-2 "The Death of Belial...?" aka what the fuck is this title XD

The story start with us opening our eyes and seeing Sitri and Ppyong kneel

Goddamn!!! Look at that arm- *Cough*

I like that MC was really awe at Sitri and it took Ppyong greeting Satan to snap MC out of it

Now, I was so happy that Ppyong isn't one of those annoying characters. He manage to be right spot of being cute and smart... More that later.

So, of you unlock part 1 of Naberius' comic and part 2 or 3 Leraye's comic. It has said that Ppyong and devils like him are lesser devil.

It finally sink in to MC that Satan is what he said.

And that where MC and Satan is right now is Gehenna

Now, I want to talk about this. So Ppyong only mention the four region and not all seven, which made me wonder why?

I wanted to counter this with, "well technically we do have called hell all does names, is just within different languages XD"

Again... why not mention the other three region?

Also, through out the story you'll see that all these devils are bias for their home region. I see this as like a sports fan screaming their home team XD

Tho, this makes me wonder about characters that weren't originally from the region they are currently staying at. Like Buer and Bathin.

Bathin was originally from Paradise Lost and Buer was from Tartaros.

I think that they'll show more loyalty to the kings instead of the region.

What makes it sad that Bathin's Homescreen dialog.

Next, Satan asked the two where is Belial.

It ends with Sitri telling Satan that he and Belial was ambushed by angels. And both Satan and Sitri think that Belial is dead...

1-3 "Sitri's kiss"

So... Satan is dumb

Hell, Ppyong is the smart one here

But... Sitri is a yes man

And Ppyong is so done with them

This made me love Ppyong, while he can be loyal to Satan, and the nobles, he has his own thoughts.

After this, Ppyong ask who we are.

After getting a little nervous with all eyes on you, Satan answered

This is really important later, that Satan mention our name first rather calling us Son/Daughter of Solomon.

Then, he show Sitri and Ppyong the brand

After getting some... thoughts about Satan and our situation, Satan notice and tease us

Sir, stop!! I'm getting hot and flustered 😳

Then Sitri and Ppyong saw and reacted shock upon seeing the brand

Satan made sure to mention that it was a Seraphim that branded us.

Which... After seeing the other two Seraphim in the event, yet... It's a good idea to mention that its a Seraphim that did this.

Sitri is in disgust upon hearing it and start grinding his teeth like Satan, which is rare. He is mostly calm... Passive aggressive, but calm.

Then he asked why did a Seraph brand us.

As soon as he mention Solomon, Sitri was suddenly happy to the point he was in tears.

He rushed towards us and kissed us either on the lips or cheek it wasn't clear, it only describe the feeling of the kiss.

There was a moment where Sitri was crying and MC can either pushed him away (Who would do that!?!?) Or wipe away his tears.

Then Satan kicked him and yelled

Now, here's my hot take. I think that Sitri didn't do this with Solomon like what he did here with MC, and people would like to bring up that Satan kissed Solomon in that one comic. But that wasn't Satan.

The clothing is different and the horns are different, and this devil is wearing a earring, plus Satan's eye brows are red not the same hair color.

I do see Satan and the others kissed Solomon on the cheek when greeting him, but people saying this is Satan is wrong.

And the story ends with Ppyong asking Sitri why he kissed MC and he's responds is.

Now... I could admit that maybe Sitri did have feelings for Solomon, but I see that as a one sided love turned into (unrequired love) thing and he knew that he is just happy that he can see Solomon.

Tho that's all speculation. And seeing that this is a Otome game, I'm not holding my breath.

However, I'm hoping on a Sitri arc where he stops calling MC as Solomon when he can finally move one. Maybe in the future.

That's where I end this post (More so I'm limited with 30 pics XD)

#what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb satan #whb sitri #whb ppyong #whb talk about the main story

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gale-gentlepenguin · 6 months

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Gale Reviews: Miraculous World Paris: Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir

Spoilers below

-OH S*** NEW THEME SONG AND WHY DOES IT KIND OF SLAP

(The image of Gabriel's life. Damn)

-Gabriel is a good guy and working with his version of the Resistance. DAMN

-NINO! RUN BABY BOY RUN

-Kamiko? so that is the good version of akuma?!

-Ubiquity is the Kamiko's name. Okay neat

-BETTERFLY! THAT GOOD!HAWKMOTH'S NAME. IM DEAD

-And the villains just arrived

-Damn this is going hard.

-Love the Miraculous world intro

-And back to our world

-Okay so this is taking place AFTER destruction, since the miraculous are not rings yet

-Gabriel almost went into his son's room. almost. Adrien processing a long day (likely the fact that he CATACLYSMED SOMEONE) This would make for a good au later

-Could we be getting ADRIEN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! -Adrien having legit concerns over his power that actually makes sense? Good to see

-Plagg doing his best to help Adrien cope.

-Alyanette is good as usual

-tikki no!

-Cute little Tom Sabine moment. (LUCKY TOM)

-Alya's in pain (cause of the oh no)

-Seriously this all happened in the span of one night!

-Betterfly arrives,

-Also, seems the Kamiko in this case can impact MULTIPLE version. At least in alya's case

-That costume is dope

-Betterfly not knowing in this world HE'S the asshole

-Also Betterfly's design isnt bad. I accept it. Still weird cause its gabe tho

-THEY KILLED MAX? WAIT IS MAX THE AI. I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

-OH NO CLAW NOIR AND SHADYBUG SLAY

-Nice to know Alynino is canon in that verse

-Shadyclaw arguements.

-Shadybug hates Adrien in this world

-Clawnoir loves being destructive, a nice contrast to adrien's current dilemma

-Alya covering for marinette like always

-Oh right, her phone is broken

-Smart move

-GASP THE LUCKY CHARMS ARENT ALL WEAPONS!

-Shadybug and Clawnoir should make out (the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife) they are constantly arguing and its great

-CATACLYSM CAN GET BIG!!! OH F*** THATS SO COOL! (Adrien/Chat noir be holding back by a f*** ton)

-Tikki just sitting on this knowledge. BILLIONS OF UNIVERSE. (welp that is only half the amount of au's and what ifs I made lol)

-Tikki demonstrating what its like being a nigh omnipotent deity. (this is the first time outside of seeing their true forms did I feel this)

-The Supreme? Wait, the logos at the begining. Does that mean? the order of guardians is actually evil? Or is it like an Evil Fu?!

-Wait, so it isnt just an adult thing, if you are evil you can multi-use the miraculous but at a cost. SEE THIS RIGHT HERE WOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER SYSTEM THAN THE ADULT THING! WTF?!

-So Shadybug and Claw noir ARENT the big bads they are just... lackeys? That is kind of lame, but if they are going to get redeemed it does make sense

-Ladybug out here being funny

-Claw noir got numb-chucks

-SHE SUMMONED A CAR AND KICKED IT AT THEM!

-CHAT NOIR FOR THE SAVE!!!!

-CLAW NOIR JUST TOOK A CATACLYSM...

-(Me with Claw noir right now)

-Chat noir making solid points right now

-Villains really do get all the cool s***

-OH S*** KAMIKO CHAT NOIR

-Damn so akumatization can be like in the blink of an eye. time slows down conveniently.

-Celesticat?!

-OMG ITS AN ANGEL CHAT BLANC (Marinette's ptsd should be kicking in now)

-The puns were great, and by by shadybug

-Claw noir litterally pretended to try and catch her then let her fall. Thats hilarious

-He was going to take her miraculous, that is amazing. They really hate eachother. She broke his finger lol

-Gabriel venting to his dead wife again

-Oh no, he is going to cataclysm the villains

-"As black as my heart?" Dude you are WAY underselling how evil you are

-The Supreme spares? So basically they are forced to do this or they perish. I see

-I love their arguements

-They went back to search the room, Alya really going through it now

-The Supreme, it must be Evil fu.

-Oh this is interesting, Gabriel was evil but turned it around after seeing the consequences of his actions.

-Shadybug found Ladybug's diary. Oh snap, she sees she was friends with Alya!

-Claw noir playing with dolls

-She read the diary and is like "That buffoon? REALLY ALTERNATE ME?!"

-Oh wow, Gabriel that is good is actually a better mentor then su han. (a low bar but still)

-Reminder that Plagg can be that insightful and also just as omnipotent as Tikki

-Adrien figuring it out

-The diary is cheesy for exposition, BUT shadybug's reaction to it is actually sweet. Marinette in any universe wants friends and to care for others. (my headcanon is that this is shadybug summarizing what her alternate self is thinking/writing)

-SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT THE WISH POWERS! OF S***

-shadybug going to double cross her Claw noir

-SHADYBUG GOT HIM!

-and she found out he's adrien.

-Emo!Adrien lol

-PLAGG IS GAGGED! The supreme is really evil

-Alya trying to get sabine's phone

-OHHH, he is wearing make up because of the effects of over using the miraculous! Damn thats a nice touch

-Emo!Adrien recognizes Emo!Mari

-Also Gorilla in white is so weird to me

-WAS EMO!ADRIEN SIMPING FOR EMO GIRL! THIS IS AMAZING

-This IS AMAZING

-Ironic that this is how we get the reveal.

-She can wish to swap places! oh s*** that is a hell of a plot twist!

-Wait something is wrong, that logo... Can they not use the wish?

-"Only The supreme defines reality." DUDE! DUDE!!!!!!!! The supreme is officially the most competent villain in miraculous.

-Marinette realizing she cant be an angsty bitch right now.

-Seems the miraculous is taking their toll on both of them. Damn this is dark and I love it

-Tikki blots on.

-Welp this is probably the best writing I have seen from ML in a while. I legit buy this saddness.

-Even Emo! Adrien is sympathetic and he hardly said anything as adrien

-Plagg Dagger's out

-They are both dying and desperate

-Monarch has shown up and he is up to no good

-And just like that Monarch shows why he is an unrepentant asshole.

-Oh look, Chat noir's nightvision is useful again. (It just took 5 seasons)

-MONARCH MADE THEM GIANTS! HOW DID HE EVEN!?

-I knew they werent akumatized,

-Alya being the MVP today

-Illusions, of course.

-I MISSED LADYNOIR SO F***ING MUCH (devours the ladynoir moment)

-Ladyfly looks really cool

-That is a brilliant plan

-The tactical brilliance

-Ladyfly was planning this

-Chat noir mocking Claw noir's puns is everything i needed in life

-Chat noir lost one of his ears

-AND countered, Nice try monarch. Nice akuma trick

-Took monarch long enough

-"There are no awesome girlfriends to inspire me every day" Rip to Shadybug

-Damn, Shadybug, that is a LOT to unpack there

-No matter the universe Chloé is always a bitch. (Theres the astruc stamp in the writing I expected. But honestly still a valid villain reason)

-This is pretty emotional

-Chat noir is playing Claw noir like a fiddle

-Claw noir is the adrien that never moved on from losing his mother. Yep, Like I have said, adrien has a valid reason to be evil

-A hero feels pain and wants to make sure no one else feels that way, a Villain feels pain and wants to hurt the thing that caused them pain

-"I dont want to be cringe." "Embrace the cringe"

-Adrien out here saving himself.

-Adrien talking about his friends because he DOES know them. THANK YOU. THIS IS WHAT I wanted.

-Shadybug, "I dont want to be cringe." Claw noir "It sounds cringe Im in"

-Shadybug fixed everything AND HER COSTUME CHANGED. I kind of love it

-THE COSTUME CAN BE ALTERED AT WILL.

-Claw noir's new design is officially my favorite. Chat noir iteration

-I think the good versions of shadybug and Claw noir might be my favorite costumes for them

-Okay so they going back now

-Also I just realize that these version actually KNOW the other's identities. yet their canon ones dont

-Monarch discovered the multiverse

-GASP! KAMIKO TIZED LADYBUG!

-My reaction

-Scarabella and Kitty noire universe

-Kitty noire's reaction is so lesbian

-ANIME UNIVERSE (this officially my favorite special)

-Comic book universe

-A Misterbug and Lady noir universe

-Betterfly being the mentor Ladybug and Chat noir really needed

-Omg the day is finally over

-You know one big plot hole is Monarch could have simply deakumatized Ladybug so she couldnt stop him but didnt. Cause he is an idiot

-And cute little alyanette

-LITTLE KISSES. Damn the Alyanette fandom is eating good tonight

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I stand by what I said, this is the best Miraculous world special done.

Honestly If I included it in my episode rankings this is easily a top 5 contender.

I now want a sequel in which Shadybug and Claw noir fight the supreme, because the Supreme sounds f***ing epic and evil.

Maybe season 6 plays into it. (That would be one hell of a season)

10/10 in terms of ML specials and episodes

It is a bit cheesy but I loved what I watched

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml paris spoilers #ml paris #miraculous world #gale reviews

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the-common-cowgirl · 8 months

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Hey you ICON!!! I wanted to make a request if possible... I was thinking on some Osferth with fem!reader or OC if you prefer. Some cute scene with a high born reader having a moment with Osferth where they comfort each other or something like that. And you know, a first kiss, or they realise they like each other or something, you choose, I trust you. I love The Lost Children, and I hope you are doing fine 🩷🩷🩷

Ask, and you shall receive (eventually lol). I did put a little bit of my own spin on it because I like to make everything dramatic. Hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing this!

She’s An Angel- Request

Osferth x Fem!(Unnamed)OC

Rating: Teen

Warnings: FLUFF!!!! Heavy religious mentioning a and such (it’s Osferth we are talking about), allusions to wanting to commit sexual acts.

Word Count: 1.5K

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“I am a pious man. I am a pious man. I am a pious man.”

He resorted to saying it out loud, instead of his prior attempt at only repeating that line in his head, but as his lady - no, the noble daughter of the High Lord’s home that he current sits in, at his table, eating his food - walks about the great hall, Osferth can barely contain himself. Repeating those words over and over to himself quietly.

Well - not too quietly. Finan beside him overhears his mumblings. “What are you on about, baby monk?” Finan laughs and nudges his shoulder when Osferth visibly bristles.

Usually, Osferth wouldn’t have issue with that name. But here, in her presence, it rattles him. The last thing he’d want is for this pure Angel to show her hidden horns and laugh at him as well.

Osferth notices her turn away from her conversation, looking at the table erupting in laughter, trying to make sense of what Uhtred of Bebbanburg and his men were laughing about. Her face ever so scrunches in confusion and a playful smile transforms her lips into something akin to Heaven itself.

Osferth can’t take it any longer. The laughing, the harsh patting his back urging him to laugh along, and of course, the Angel across the room who just made eye contact with him. And she smiles at him.

He’s had enough.

Pushing harshly from the table, Osferth strides toward the two large doors keeping him inside this personal hell scape that he ever-so-willingly walked into; thinking he’d find shelter with an ally of Edward, not to be mocked and ridiculed by his own friends and God himself.

From the table behind him came disappointed hollers for him to come back but he just pushed the doors open and was quickly embraced by Spring’s brisk night air. He remembered there was a shallow creek just outside the city walls and right now, solitude alone with the sounds of only a creek’s babble sounded like a nice way to sit down and talk to God about his troubles. Maybe ask Him why he taunted Osferth so with her presence and why her presence bothered him so much.

The city gates were open as there was no current threat to the city, and he was able to pass unburdened with questions from the guards watching the wall.

He found the creek a short distance from the city and slumped down against a large tree that made its home near the water. The moonlight danced across the babbling creek as it meandered its way further south, toward Wessex. It was peaceful. Here was the perfect place to talk to God. Osferth closed his eyes and rested his hands on his head, elbows on his bent knees.

“Why must you taunt me?”

No answer.

“I am a pious man. Why must you send an Angel to tempt me?”

No answer.

“I’ll never be enough for her, yet, she’s everything I want.”

No answer.

“Give me that, please, give me enough.”

Osferth remembered the first time he met her. They were only seven. Her father had brought her to the monastery as he and his men brought goods to the men of God. Her father didn’t remember Osferth, a wee boy then, but she did. She must have. The way she looked at him when he entered her father’s hall just earlier today. She remembered the hours they spent down by the creek after she asked her father if she could go play with her new friend. That’s what she called Osferth then, “friend.” He wondered if she’d call him that still.

He never saw her again, at least, not in the flesh. But oh, how he dreamed of her. She visited him in his dreams every now and then. He wondered if she’d grown into a beautiful young woman as he had grown into a warrior, not a baby monk.

He had not expected her to be an Angel in the flesh, here to remind him he was nothing but a bastard, warrior monk with nothing to offer her but his undying love. That, would never be enough for her, nor her father. He would only be able to offer his heart; a whole, beating heart would always fall short to money or lands.

A crunch startled him from his off-course prayer. He looked behind him to the source and saw the answer to his prayers and his sentence to eternal damnation.

“Osferth,” she smiled warmly, oh so warmly, as she lowered the hood of her cloak. “I was hoping we would have a chance to talk after the feast my father held.”

She remembered him, she did. She sought him out. His heart beat so fast. He began to stand.

“No, no,” she halted him and moved the cloak so that she sat down on it, not to dirty her pretty dress. She sank onto the ground next to Osferth, too close for modesty between an unwed lady and a man. Osferth sat up straighter, more proper, and moved slightly away from her. He didn’t want to put distance between them, but he had to, for the sake of modesty and temptation.

A small, breathy chuckle escaped her lips and Osferth froze, thinking he had died right then. “I don’t bite,” she said playfully, drawing her attention to his not-so-subtle action.

He blushed, “I don’t believe you do, however,” he chuckled nervously, “I’d hate to be caught and accused of something we had not done.”

She laughed again, this time heartily. Osferth couldn’t find it in him to laugh alongside with her, his statement held truth and worry in his mind. She raised her hand and pointed back toward the city walls, “I am often alone here and no one can ever find me. You don’t have to worry about accusations for no one will see us.”

Osferth looked back to the city and blushed, “What an odd thing to say.” He wondered what her intentions were in seeking him out. “Did you follow me here?”

She smiled at him and shook her head, “No, I had just remembered our day by the creek and figured that you were here.”

He cocked his head in confusion and looked away, toward the water.

“-since you were thinking of me,” she added. Osferth blushed again, if he had to guess, he was scarlet by now.

“I-“ he stammered,” I wasn’t-“

She brought a single delicate finger to his lips, shushing him and delightfully shocking him. The heat from her skin could warm him on the coldest days. “Shush, dear Os,” the nickname made him blush yet again but he’d be damned if he pulled his lips away from her finger, “We’d both be lying if either of us said the other wasn’t on our minds.”

Her finger dropped, to his hand resting in the grass between them, covering it gently. He realized now she was leaning in, toward him. It was a strange, it was unexpected…she was quizzically different than he had thought she’d be now, alone with him. A bashful smile played at his pointed lips as he looked down to her delicate hand covering his rugged one, he turned his palm to her and she laced her fingers in his own. He felt heat bloom, radiating from where their skin met.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed gentle-like, almost like the soft, cool breeze that surrounded them. Osferth’s eyes met her own, and he knew the Lord above answered his questions when the moonlight danced off her big hazel eyes.

“I’ve- I’ve missed you too,” he confessed. “I think about you often. I often wonder where life had brought you.” His voice was soft with trepidation. Worried he’d overstep in his honestly.

She only smiled softer, “I think about that boy, at the monastery. Dream about him.” Osferth wanted to look away, bashfully, but kept his blue eyes on her. “And sometimes,” she soft softly now, like a whisper, like she didn’t want God to hear, “sometimes I’d pray…pray that boy left that order behind. And he’d find me. Steal me away. And we’d live happily ever after. Like in the fairytales.”

He chuckled, hoping she wasn’t jesting but believing there was no way a high born daughter of a powerful Lord would leave her life of comfort behind to live with him, a bastard warrior monk with no lands of titles.

Her smile dropped, her eyes were serious. “Osferth, I’m pleading with you. Don’t deny me of this.”

Osferth didn’t respond. His gaze dropped to her lips, her ever-so-plump lips that she held slightly open, pleading for him to make her his. He leaned in first, she followed.

I’m not taunting you.

An answer.

I’m not tempting you.

An answer.

Your heart is enough.

The answer.

In a heartbeat, their lips met. An his words crashed around him.

I’m a pious man.

So I love an Angel.

I’m a man of God.

And I will defile an Angel.

I’m a bastard, sinner, warrior, monk.

And she’s an Angel.

#fanfic #the last kingdom #osferth fluff #osferth fic #osferth #osferth x oc #ewan mitchell

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flnpushy · 8 months

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Helios 10. Experimental Birth Part 1

It had been 3 weeks since the last check up. Kara was now heavily pregnant with a 27 pound baby. Kara was fast asleep when a knock at her apartment pod door woke her suddenly. She struggled to get her huge belly out of bed and waddled to the door. It was Dr. Karens.

“A group 1 mother has gone into labor. Report to experimental lab in 15 minutes.” Dr. Karens said.

Kara got on a scooter and headed to the lab. The other group 1 mothers including angel had already arrived.

“Ok girls groups of 5 are selected on on screen, you will be escorted to your garden birth area and induced to keep the experiment controlled. Kara and Angel were lucky, they were in the same birth group. They were escorted to EXP Garden 1. A new facility designed for the experiment. The girls entered a lush and beautiful surrounding. The floors where a white membrane designed to be comfortable and self cleaning. The garden had a small pool, a community birth stool area, squat bars, beds, and so much more. It was the ideal place to birth. The garden was also filled with hidden cameras so that the scientists could always keep an eye on the progress or issues the mothers may be having. The girls entered. A scientist was there at the entrance giving the girls a pill as they entered. The pill was to activate labor and get things started for birthing. The scene was set. Its was time to birth some babies.

The girls were instructed to sit upon the birth stools and were briefed for the mission. The stools were in a circle so the 5 girls could birth together and offer each other encouragement. In the sub group was Kara, Angel, Molly, Luna, and Kate. A screen mounted on the garden entrance wall also displayed the information from the other sub groups of group 1 so that everyone knew where everyone else was at. All 20 names were on the screen and next to all of them currently read “Induced.”

Kara and Angel acquainted themselves with the other girls. Molly was a petite brunette about 5 foot 2. She had freckles and blue eyes, she supported a big belly that was much to large for her frame. Luna was a blonde hair medium framed girl, about 5 foot 7. Her large belly fit her frame a bit better then Molly. Finally there was Kate. She was a small 5 foot 1 brunette girl, her small frame made her like Molly, her belly was much to big for her! Both Angel and Kate were to be birthing breech babies, where as the others were to have normal headfirst births. The average size for the babies in this group was 27 pounds.

Dr. Karens entered the room.

“Since this is group one I will visit you girls first and get things set up.” She said.

“You will all be equip with probes to help us monitor your progress and health of the babies during this birthing process, lets fit these probes now.”

Dr. Karens grabbed a probe from a sealed container and moved toward Molly first.

“Ok Molly open those legs. Molly leaned back on the birth stool and opened her legs revealing her small pussy. Karens pulled her open a bit more and with a gloved hand inserted the tiny probe.

“Ok the probe will fall out on its own after the placenta is delivered, It will relay information to us as well as live video feed of whats happening inside you.”

Karens fit the rest of the girls with their probes. Each girl was given a screen to hold onto. this screen provided a live video feedback from the probes that were inside of them. A self-locating wire from the probe made its way from the probe itself through the mucus plug and into the womb. The girls could now all see their babies inside of them, as so could the scientist to help monitor the progress. As the mothers pushed and progressed the babies, the wire would move allowing them to see as they pushed.

The girls had immediate entertainment from their live feedback screens.

“Oh look at that little man inside me!” Molly said.

“Ohhh He’s so cute! Luna said, looking at Molly’s screen.

Kara and Angel were also seeing what was within their wombs. Kara could see her babies head and face on her screen, as Angel was birthing breech she could see her babies legs and feet.

Angel looked at Kara’s screen.

“Oh hes so cute! But his head is so big!” She said.

“Right, that head has to come out of me! Wheeeew!!” Kara said.

About an hour passed, finally Molly was the first to experience a contraction.

“Oh, here goes, I’m contracting!” Molly said.

On the screen above the girls that showed all 20 names, Molly’s status changed to “Active labor.” It wasn’t long after and all the girls in the sub group were experiencing contractions. The birth marathon had begun.

In a small dark room above the gardens another group was forming. All of the gardens were in a circle around a central tower shaft. This was invisible from the girls prospective in the gardens but the scientists within this tower had perfect viewing of all the gardens. As the girls went into labor, the scientists gathered to begin taking notes and monitoring the “Challenge” Experiment.

“ Ok so have we discussed options for the mothers carrying breech?” A scientist asked.

“Yes.” Replied Dr. Karens. “They will proceed as usual.”

“Ok what about the possibility of a stuck baby?” Another scientist brought up.

“We will let the mothers push until they can push no more, then we will intervene, this must be a realistic trial as per Council orders.” Dr. Karens applied. “We need to stay hands off!”

Back in the sub group, contractions were coming and going rapidly. The girls were enjoying watching contractions on their personal live screens. They could see inside themselves and see the contractions squeezing the babies, slowly working them downwards. Little to the girls knowledge the labor of this “Challenge” Experiment was designed to be short. The pills they took would make them dilate much faster then natural so that the pushing stages could begin sooner. The probes that were inside the girls could also measure dilation. And after the first 2 hours, many of the girls in group 1 were showing 6-7 cm dilation on the information screen. A couple more hours passed and the group 1 girls were now reading 10cm. The painful transition phase was about to begin. Transitioning from labor to active pushing. In the sub group that

Kara was in, the girls all started to loose their mucus plugs around the same time. Their probe cameras now showed the dilating cervix instead of inside the wombs. They could now watch the babies being forced through the 10 cm dilation.

Up in the tower the scientists were scrambling to take notes and observe.

“Ok everyone, critical timing!!!” A scientist said aloud. “Will these babies fit through?

Back on the floor of the garden below, Angel was laying on a small bed relaxing, she was in pain as she was transitioning. She watched her screen intently, watching each contraction to see if her baby was moving. All of a sudden a tiny baby foot poked through the cervix and out of her womb!

“Hey girls, my baby just poked through my cervix! He’s coming!” Angel said.

A few moments later Kara could see her babies large head begin to push its way through her cervix and into her vagina. It really hurt! But it was exciting to see her baby slowly coming. Soon though would be the pushing.

Within the hour all the girls in Kara’s sub group were through transition. In the tower the scientists celebrated this first major milestone.

“Ok they fit through the cervix, but now can theses babies be pushed out?!?” Dr. Karens said to the team.

Down in the garden things are changing.

“I feel like I could push.” Kate said.

Kate was having a breech baby and could see the babies two little feet an her probe camera sticking through her cervix and into her vagina. She could feel the baby wiggle as she began to push on the birth stool. On her camera she could see babies little feet twitching and moving around.

Up in the tower all attention was now on Kara’s sub group, but most specifically on Kate.

“We have a push!” A scientist said aloud. “Kate is pushing her baby!” In the tower a large screen was now devoted to Kate’s probe. The scientists watched the baby inside of her as she began pushing. When Kate pushed they could see the babies little feet move a few millimeters into the vagina, but then retract slowly back in her womb through the cervix. This went on for a few more pushes. The more she pushed, the more worried the scientists became. Can she progress the baby from her womb? Will it even fit? Another few pushes went by, luckily there was forward movement of the babies foot from the cervix and into the vagina, but only a little. Progressing these large babies was going to be a difficult task.

As for Kara she was just starting to feel like pushing. Kara loved that she could see what was happening inside her. Her babies head was now engaged and she patiently waited to begin the pushing progress. Total elapsed time since induction for the group was now about 4 hours. The inductions pills rapidly increased labor and dilation time, but would obviously not help with the pushing. For that simply time, effort, and stretching had to take place. Kara reached down with her hand at felt inside of her vagina. She felt back as far as she could, but she could not feel her babies head. The baby was simply too far inside yet. She looked over to see Angel, Angel was clearly in a bit of pain and was progressing her baby quickly. Angel was also birthing a breech baby, but she was progressing faster then Kate. Meanwhile, Kara, Luna, And Molly had normal births and were progressing slowly as they needed to get the big babies heads through first. At this point, no girl had yet seen any outward signs of their babies. Now time was progressing, but the births weren’t. The girls continued working and pushing for about 12 hours, not a single girl in any of group 1 had seen bulging, water break, or outward signs yet.

Up in the tower scientists started to deliberate on their next move. Dr. Karen's was starting to bring up the idea of manually Breaking the girls water to help speed up the pushing process. This was eventually decided against as the babies were so big and would take so long to birth, that breaking the water could risk them. As long as they were within the water sac they would be safe. Now twenty four hours had passed. Still no real outgoing progress from any of group 1. Kara looked intently at her screen to see her babies head. After 24 hours now she had not seen any movement of the baby whatsoever. She could feel her baby kicking so she knew it was ok. But it was stuck well within her.

“Come on little man.” She whispered.

Just as she whispered Angel made a noise.

“aahhhh, owwwww ahhhhh!” She moaned.

Angel was sitting on a birth stool and making small pushes. The other girls made their way over to the birth stools to see if Angel was making progress. Angels screen camera now moved further into her vagina, she was making progress. A little foot could be seen on camera. The other girls gathered around closely to watch her screen. Angel reached a hand down and inserted a finger into her opening. She pushed in a bit and made contact with the babies foot!

“Oh there he is, I can feel his foot!” Angel announced. “It feels so big for a baby foot.”

Just then Kate announced that he breech baby was moving as well. Up in the tower Dr. Karens that the scientists were in debate.

“It seems the breech babies are advancing faster.” One scientist said.

“This was unexpected.” Said Dr. Karens

All the attention was now on Kate and Angel with their breech babies. The other girls with head first babies had made no progress whatsoever. Inside Kate a new development was happening. The babies feet were now being drawn back in her womb. The other girls watched on Kates live feed screen. The baby transitioned inside her womb to a Frank breech position (rump first). Kate pushed and now revealed the babies butt coming out of her womb, through the cervix and into her vagina. She was now committed to a Frank Breech. Meanwhile Angel was working through some pushes, About 30 minutes elapsed. Finally the first signs of birth were happening, Angel made a big push while pulling her legs back. The others watched in anticipation. A little baby toe appeared in her opening, when the pushed ended it went back inside. Her next push made the babies foot come out. Dr. Karens came down from the tower with one other scientist to get a closer look on the action.

“We should probe it and get vitals.” Dr. Karens said.

Dr. Karens grabbed a probe from her lab coat. She touched the babies foot coming out of Angels opening. The instant she made contact with the foot, the baby squirmed and the foot withdrew back into Angels vagina.

“Oh my we have a shy one here!” Dr. Karens said.

“Little guys not ready to come out of me yet.” Angel said.

Dr. Karens and the scientist went back to the tower and left Angel to push some more.

As Angel continued to push the footling breech baby, Kate was starting to make progress with the frank breech baby. Meanwhile the other girls with normal head first babies were making zero forward progress.

Angel resumed pushing once more. the babies foot made another appearance, The next push revealed a leg. Angel got into a squat position as the leg was now dangling out from her. She pushed a few more times and managed the other leg. Angel now had two legs hanging from her vagina. The other girls marveled at just how large the baby was. Angel pushed a few more minutes and managed to get the baby out to its waist. The baby was huge! the babies waist was wide and filled angels opening beyond what was thought possible. Angel struggled a bit at the waist, but eventually the babies chest began to slide out. Now only the arms and chest remained inside Angels vagina. However the baby itself became very active. The baby began moving its legs and doing small tummy crunches as if trying to extricate itself. Angel dealt with the pain as best she could. The heavy moving baby was a huge strain on her perineum. The next few pushes made the baby move, but little progress. Finally one should popped free. Then the other. Now just the head remained. Angel was on a birth stool so all of the babies weight was now being held on the babies head that was still inside Angel. She needed to move immediately for the bases safety. Two scientist came down from the tower to aid in the move. One grabbed the baby and held it while the other helped angel up. They laid angel on her back and rested the still stuck baby on the birthing pad. Now the weight was off the baby and Angel could focus on getting the head out. As Angel continued to try and free the stuck head form her vagina, the baby continued to be active and move. It wanted out, but angel couldn’t quite push the head free yet.

Meanwhile Kate was starting her one battle with her frank breech baby. She was in a squatting position as the other girls watched her each and every push, waiting to see the babies rump come out. It had been about 2 hours now since the baby had switched positions inside of her. Each push showed the baby moving on her live feed screen. It would soon begin coming out.

For Angel each moment began feeling like eternity. she could feel her almost born abby struggle to try and free itself from her vagina. Only the head remained inside her vagina. She pushed, wiggled, and tried for over an hour, but the large head wasn’t coming. Finally two scientists came down from the tower.

“We fear that the baby could be under extreme stress with its head bing stuck.” One scientist said.

“We need to get that head out.” The other said.

One scientist grabbed a bottle from her lab coat. It was lubricant. She put a bunch in her hand and began rubbing it around Angels opening, she pushed the lubricant up and around the babies head inside Angels vagina, making an effort to lubricate the opening as best as possible to help the baby slip out. Angel tried a few pushes but with no luck. The girls gathered around angel for support. Even Kate who was trying to push out her breech baby waddled over to watch. The scientists attempted more lube, but no results.

Dr. Karens arrived from the tower.

“We need to extricate this baby soon, It is under stress.” She said.

Two scientists grabbed the baby and began giving it a slight pull as Angel pushed. The head of the baby made angel bulge farther than anyone thought possible. The head was so stuck!

“PULL!” Dr. Karens said.

The scientists pulled hard as Angel pushed with everything she had. Finally in one huge gush of fluids the head came free. Everyone stared in awe at the size of the baby. Angel and the baby were immediately taken for farther testing and examination.

Next it was Kates turn. She was making some progress. Each push now revealed the babies rump in her opening. She was getting to the point where each push was revealing the entire rump of the baby, But it continued to slide back in after every attempt. Just then an alarm went off on Kates live feed. The babies vitals were slipping. 5 scientists rushed from the tower and down to Kate. Dr Karens followed as well.

“Ok times limited, we need to get the baby out!” Karens stated

“The baby may be too big to fit out this way.” One scientists stated. “We must correct the position to a footling.”

Two scientists gloved up and inserted hands into Kates vagina. One pushed the babies rump back up inside while the other was trying to locate the leg and pull one down. The scientists struggled as Kate struggled in agony. Finally after 5 minutes the scientists managed to free a leg. Now the baby was footling breech. Kate was instructed to push hard. The scientists pulled on the babies leg until the other came free. Now they pulled hard to get the baby out. The rump and the waist came free, the chest was next. Kate pushed hard as the scientists pulled. The shoulders came free next. Then the battle for the head began. Two scientists lubricated Kates opening and joined in the extrication efforts. Kate pushed as hard as possible as the scientists pulled. This battle went on for ten minutes till finally the head came free. Kate was carted off for further testing and examination.

Now remained the girls with the normal head first babies. None had made any progress. Kara, Molly and Luna, now just patiently awaited their turns to push…. To Be Continued.

#birth #birth kink #giving birth #pregnant #crowning #pregnancy #breech #birth denial #birth story #scifi birth

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ghost--girlfriend · 8 days

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You!! Do you have an s/i you haven't revealed yet and if you're comfortable share us some fun facts about em'!!! Otherwise tell us some funky facts about your current or favorite s/i!!!

‐@side-self-shift

!!! thanks for the ask, and yes :D! lets see.....

heres Serum, for my ship with Infected <3

(shes the angel, and my Infected design is to the left!) I LOVE HERRR BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT HER FOREVERRR i just always forget to actually post about her!!! Serum is an angel who can join the Elevator(regretevator, infected's source, is an endless elevator type game) and, from first sight, fell in love with this fucking freak gamer Infected. Infected introduced her to much of the world, and sense Serum wasn't grossed out or avoiding him(Infected's disease is, shocker, infectious! But as an Angel Serum is immune to sickness) Infected caught feelings HARD. They soon after started going out, totally latched onto each other, and now this divine being watches Infected play video games and they eat pizza together. Shes never been so happy

My Scott Pilgrim s/i for Roxie...

I only have this picture of her and no name yet or anything <///3 (heavily based off of this picrew!) I know I want her to be able to soothe Roxie's heart after her breakup with Ramona... and thus starts a whirlwind romance! They both get weird about the other. and make out in public. im thinking I want my s/i to have some cool powers like a few of the other characters but im not sure how to go about it just yet rtyfgu

Loretta Lamb with Oswald the Lucky Rabbit-

That doodle with gloves/shoes is the first time ive drawn her wearing. actual 'clothes' and i DONT LIKE IT so im TAKING IT BACK IMMEDIATELY but shes a cute little sheepy and Oswald's wife! At first glance you'd take her to be a mellow and charming individual. and you'd be right to an extent... Loretta can be just as rowdy and silly as her husband! Shy around others, but once shes warmed up to you Loretta gets all energetic and bouncy :)

And Astrid for my ship with Shirou!

Shes a sea otter beastman living in Anima City :) once, she was saved by Shirou, and searches him out to thank him. After noticing he seems so lonely, Astrid decides to be his friend. Shirou is apprehensive about that. To be honest I'm nottt really sure how the transition from strangers to friends go because Shirou is NOT the sociable type and tends to push people away but Astrid just worms her way into his heart! Shirou starts finding himself falling for her... theres a lot of hesitance in pursuing a romantic relationship and lots of 'its better for you if youre not with me' on Shirou's side but Astrid is determined to smooch that Wolf! They take the relationship slow, and in the future get married and have a daughter <3

#waaaa i lovveee talking about my s/is...! i always love being asked about them thank you <:)!!#asks #🌹 romantic f/os 🌹#🌹 sk8r boi 🛹#🌹 kiss my bruises better 🏮#🌹 funny bunny ✒️#🌹 i'll protect you 🩹#I HAVE MORE AHHHH maybe ill make a part two!#🌼 my art 🌼

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For the WIP titles tag. I need to know more about It's an Electric Thang please 💜

It's an Electric Thang (alt title: Two Cats Meeting) is the only het meet-cute I've ever conceived. It takes place in a world where elemental powers have only started occurring in the human population fairly recently and if you've got 'em, it's best kept secret.

Wyatt's powers are electric, but he doesn't have any ambitions of being a superhero or anything. Doesn't even consider himself sharp enough to learn computer programming. He took a job at an auto repair shop right out of high school and he's real good at fixing anything to do with the flow of electrical current because he can see where the current stops.

One day, he comes across a dusty old cat lying in an alleyway. He can tell it's going to die soon by the way the electrical impulses in its body have slowed, so he decides to sit with it until then. This is when a young nurse named Mary comes out from the back door of an old folks' home. She has the ability to manipulate air, and she tries to put more air into the near-dead cat's lungs. The attempt to resuscitate the cat disturbs Wyatt to his core and he accidentally makes a lightning strike discharge down a nearby drainpipe. This frightens Mary, and she slaps Wyatt across the face:

Mary made her own big sound with the hardest slap Wyatt had ever been hit with in his life. Later that night, when he was in his bed stewing about it, he figured she must have done something to take the wind resistance away from her hand.

They run away from each other after this, but the short story ends when they sheepishly reconcile after next crossing paths.

Here's the first chunk:

Wyatt Scott was a child of incest. He wasn’t supposed to talk about it, but his momma and her cousin Robbie had been in love ever since they was kids, and she’d lied and said Wyatt’s daddy had run out on her before he was born.

He’d been real cut up about it when he’d found out, listening to them through the kitchen window in the dead of night when he was meant to be in bed sleeping. But now that he was almost a man, Wyatt wasn’t too mad about it. He had all the right numbers of fingers and toes, but he did always wonder if the incest thing was the cause of his electric thing.

He wasn’t supposed to talk about that, neither. It made people real scared. Couldn’t blame ‘em: why, it felt like just about every other day there was a news story about so-and-so or such-and-such making a real mess of things, robbin’ banks and setting things on fire like the bad guys in movies. The people on the TV called ‘em Paranorms, but that was stupid. Wyatt had never seen a ghost in his damn life. He could see electricity just fine, though, when he wanted to; zipping this way and that in glowing lines that shined through the walls of his house like he had x-ray vision or somethin’.

The human body had electricity, too. Wyatt’s particular comprehension could turn any normal person in a glowing being of light, like an angel, or maybe even a jellyfish, with a brilliant cluster of sparks right behind their eyes. It was a blessed way to pass the time, though any other Scotts at the dinner table were likely to get a little zap if they asked Wyatt to pass the salt.

#asks #tag games #wip #deanwaxwrites #it's an electric thing

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beetroot-merchant · 2 years

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a couple of prod's siblings and their creator! blease click the images to actually. See Them

Lore(TM) is under the cut! long post

So first off, if you haven't already read Prod's lore I suggest you do that first since I talk about Aeolian (referred to as "the programmer")'s motivations & what the purpose of these sticks are over there, I'm not sure if this'll make much sense otherwise :p

[also rq since i dont remember mentioning it in the original post - prod is a year old, created only a month or two after dea]

Aeolian_84

"It's not an axolotl tail, it's an eel goddamnit!"

The programmer and owner of the computer everyone else originated in. "Aeolian_84", if it wasn't already obvious, is an online handle- he's never disclosed his real name. He's in his mid-thirties, human, if you couldn't tell, and is currently studying artificial intelligence and how "human" it can become. He personally doesn't believe AI could ever achieve sentience, and regularly taunts his sticks about how he's more alive than they'll ever be; whether or not he's right is up for debate.

Aside from his work in AI, he's very into in philosophy- and although his knowledge in the area is impressive, he's also a pompous prick about it. Generally arrogant and stubborn- until he's faced with something that takes actual effort to fix, then he's a master of coming up with excuses.

Quite lazy when it comes to names, just calls the files whatever the latin word for the paradox is. Addresses his sticks, if at all, by their full .exe name, regardless of whatever nickname the sticks come up with- and they do come up with nicknames a lot, since usually the latin words sound stupidly pretentious or are hard to pronounce, and also as a symbolic bit of retaliation.

As for the many ways his stick figures have tried to rebel over the years, he doesn't usually try to stop them unless their methods actively slow down or halt his experiments, or take up more system resources than he's willing to give up. He's described their attempts as "cute; inspiring, even".

dea.exe

Preferred name: Dea

Full name meaning: Goddess

Age: 1

Paradox: Omnipotence paradox

Result: Capable of creating inherently impossible objects, however, they cannot be observed and appear not to exist to anyone except him.

Despite their appearance and significant power, Dea is quite gentle and caring towards almost everyone. Always willing to listen and comfort and somehow almost always knows exactly what to say. A master of both de-escalating and escalating situations depending on their motives. Their face can be a bit scary to strangers, but he plastered it onto himself willingly, simply a sign of rebellion against Aeolian and the role of an angelic, pure being he forced onto her. Although the area around the black mark is generally more sensitive to touch and gets hurt/infected easier, Dea maintains that she has no regrets.

Dea is the only stick Aeolian has ever made with actual powers (they're titled "reality manipulation" in the files but really, that could mean anything) but they're usually blocked by a secondary program the animator made specifically for them. Every now and then, Aeolian will come up with a new task or experiment for them to carry out; usually they'll barter a little, Dea only agreeing if he allows for something else (whether it be longer rest time for Prod or access to a certain site, since the ones the sticks can access are whitelisted), however they both know not to go too far - Aeolian because he knows she might outright refuse to do anything for the next couple weeks, and Dea because they know he might do something to hurt the other sticks.

Otiosus.exe

Preferred name: Otio

Full name meaning: Quiet, submissive, obedient

Age: 3

Paradox: Barber paradox [scept. sticks don't have hair, so its holding their wrist and leaving a little band of light teal paint on it. which although feels different, its functionally the same - a procedure that the majority of the population can't perform on themselves]

Result: Changes depending on the way its coded.

The most passive stick figure when it comes to their programmer. Since his time as a paradox was quite easy except for the occasional hostile response, and none of its code actually causes him any harm, most of the hate that does exist stems from how much he's hurt the others; namely Fluvi, since they've been close friends ever since he banded them - probably because she was one of the few non-NPCs he interacted with before the creation of the others. He's also one of the few older ones along with Fluvi lucky enough to be deemed "interesting" enough to be kept alive, rather than being trashed or wiped like most of their older friends.

He's been known to be overprotective of his friends- likely the most notable incident was when he made Fluvi stay behind during Prod's escape, much to her indignation. It says it was just worried that exe may have been given better odds at pulling it off than the average stick, since they hadn't seen exes code at the time; which although even Fluvi accepts is fair, she still brings it up from time to time as something of an inside joke. They both still say they have no regrets.

Fluvidus.exe

Preferred name: Fluvi

Full name meaning: Inconsistent, fluid, changing

Age: 5

Paradox: Liar paradox/Pinocchio paradox [However instead of Pinocchio's nose growing, it's a color shift between pink and black]

Result: Flashes between colors at a speed determined by the computer's processing power

One of the first stick figures Aeolian ever created, and the most outwardly against him. Because of how inexperienced he was at the time of her creation, they continued to flip randomly between pink and black in different chunks of their body even after the code was removed - and still glitches out regularly. Aeolian is, of course, fully capable of fixing it now that he's more experienced, but refuses to on the basis that she's old and irrelevant, and that he would rather spend time tinkering with something newer.

He's aware of the simplicity of her paradox and how easily it can be solved, even without a computer; this combined with how much Aeolian neglects her often drags her down a spiral of self doubt, believing her existence to be meaningless. This used to be his main philosophy before Otio's creation and their eventual friendship - but despite the bond between it and everyone else, she still spirals sometimes.

#i had to retype this so many times gh i love losing my progress #🐞 || beetle babbles #it feels. wrong to tag this as ava/m oc but ieh #the immorality is strong but the desire for attention is stronger #ava oc #avm oc #ava ocs #stick figure oc #<- tleast that ones accurate #🐞 || beetle draws #🐞 || fandom: ava

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still-astray · 2 years

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A Special Someone (part 4)

Sophie gets a taste of normal teenhood

genre: angst

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mild swearing (once), scolding, mentions of trauma?, a little bit of yelling

Special thanks to @mynameisnotlaura for coming up with this idea <3 i really don’t know where Sophie would be without your amazing ideas

taglist: @fromfreesia @skz-angel @skzfairies @mynameisnotlaura (just send in an ask to be added or removed <33) (couldn’t tag: @fromfreesia)

Instead, when she stepped through the doorway, she didn’t even have a chance to slide off her shoes before an angry voice startled her into dropping her bag and stumbling into the wall.

“LEE DA SOM. Just how do you think you’re going to explain this?!”

Sophie froze, eyes wide as dinner plates and fixed on the angry- no, angry wasn’t the right word. Livid might be a better description of the way Hyunjin currently stood glaring daggers at the girl.

“I thought we taught you better than to go behind our backs after the last time!” Hyunjin yelled.

Sophie was terrified. She’d never seen Hyunjin- goofy, kind, easygoing Hyunjin- this mad before.

“Um- what?” she stammered, unable to force any more words past her frozen lips.

Hyunjin’s glare intensified. “You know what, I’m going to let you figure that out,” he seethed, obviously trying to control his temper.

Felix ran in just then, probably alerted by Hyunjin’s outburst. “What the hell is going on?!” he demanded, forgetting to censor.

Hyunjin turned to Sophie, a devilish grin on his face that made the girl shiver a little. “Want to answer him, maknae?”

Ouch. Hyunjin had never pointed out her age to her, had always treated her like she was right up around Jeongin’s age. Sophie blinked back sudden tears and glared at the two older members to mask her emotions. “He’s ticked because I’m dating,” she said defiantly, her defensive tone hiding the quaver of fear.

Sophie had been desperately hoping Felix wouldn’t yell. Her hopes were dashed the next second as Felix let out a howl. “You’re what?”

Sophie cringed against the wall, eyes widening even more at the rare sight. Felix never yells, was her only coherent thought.

“I’d like an answer, Da Som.” His tone had quieted, but remained firm and deeper than its usual.

The repeated use of her hated Korean name only added to Sophie’s distress- which, she supposed, was the point.

Didn’t mean she liked it though.

“I said, I’m dating,” she muttered, the stress of the situation beginning to bear down in its usual way.

“Thank you.” Felix’s tone softened now that she’d admitted her wrongdoing. “Now, Hyunjin, you’re gonna go cool off. Chan’s gonna hit the roof, she doesn’t need you doing it first.”

Hyunjin glowered, but he stalked off to his room without saying anything.

Felix turned to Sophie, who had leaned against the wall for support and was choking back tears. “I’m not going to scold you,” he told her, wishing he could hug her but knowing that she needed to know who was “in charge” here. “That’s not my job. But I’m definitely going to take some measures. First, hand me your phone. I’m not going to look at it,” he promised, seeing Sophie’s tear-filled eyes. “I promise. You can even turn it off before giving it to me if you want. I won’t turn it back on.”

Sophie complied, watching miserably as Felix slid her phone into his back pocket. “H- how did Hyunjin know?” she whispered, thinking that it was best to ask while nobody was yelling.

“Well, it wasn’t Dispatch, if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Felix reassured her. “Nala sent him a photo of you and Ni-ki, not knowing that we’d blow a fuse. It was a really cute picture and she thought he’d like to see it.”

“I’ll bet she’s getting an earful from Byounggon,” muttered Sophie.

“Oh, probably,” sighed Felix. “And Ni-ki’s probably sitting listening to Jungwon scold him.”

“Only for getting caught.”

“Well, I don’t know what to say about that. It’s not my jurisdiction, thankfully.” Felix sighed, and looked at the floor, obviously not liking the whole situation. “But you on the other hand are, at least for right now. So here’s what we’ll do. The others will be home in half an hour. I want you to stay in your room until then. I don’t really care what you do while you’re in there, I just want to keep you and Hyunjin separated till he cools off.”

Sophie nodded, biting her lip as she slowly walked towards her room. Felix caught her hand as she passed him, and she turned, a questioning look in her eyes.

“Oh, Sophie.” Felix pulled her into a hug, which Sophie accepted more gladly than she let on. “I love you so much. And Hyunjin does, too,” he whispered into her hair. “That’s why he got so upset with you.”

“But he called me maknae,” Sophie pointed out. “That doesn’t sound like he loves me.”

“He was just mad,” Felix assured her. “Believe me, he loves you just as much as anyone could. He just takes stuff like this very seriously.”

Felix’s revelation was still playing through Sophie’s mind half an hour later when someone knocked on her door. She raised her head long enough to say “come in” then dropped right back down to the pillow so nobody would see her tear-stained face.

“Hey, uh, don’t kill the messenger, but they’re ready out there,” came Woojin’s voice.

Sophie, who had initially picked up her head in hopes that he’d say all was forgiven without a scolding, flopped back down. “Go away,” she mumbled, not ready to face anyone- especially Chan, and especially Ni-ki. She had, after all, been the one reassuring him they wouldn’t get caught.

“Hey.” Minho’s voice joined in, gentle but firm. “Nobody’s screaming at anyone unless stuff goes down, alright? We know both you and Chan have tempers, so we’re joining forces to keep a screaming match from happening.”

How did he always know exactly what Sophie was worried about? They had never been quite 100% close, and yet somehow Minho was the one always knowing exactly what to do or say.

Before she could decide whether or not to get up, Sophie felt the bed dip as someone sat down and began rubbing her back. “I know you hate this part,” Minho said softly. “But if things keep happening, this part needs to keep happening. I don’t like seeing you in trouble any more than you like being in trouble. But how else are we supposed to teach you what’s good and what’s not?”

“And like Minho said,” added Woojin, “nobody’s screaming at anyone. At least our members won’t be. Enhypen, well, that’s up to them.”

“Enhypen won’t be doing any scolding anyway,” Minho reminded him. “They were in on this with the maknaes.”

“Ohh yeah.”

“But seriously, Sophie,” Minho continued, “we’re going to make sure that this isn’t traumatic. Last time Chan yelled, we could tell it really shook you up. So we’ll make sure that while the point gets across, there won’t be any trauma.”

“You promise?” Sophie said in a small voice, and Minho’s heart almost broke to see her so scared- of them.

“I promise,” he told her, and the girl sighed, her shoulders tensing.

“Can you carry me out?” she asked him, in that same small voice, only smaller this time.

This time Minho’s heart snapped in two. “Of course, Bubble.” He picked her up like she was a toddler, recognizing her need for hugs even if she wasn’t going to admit to it. Sure enough, she laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him the moment she was lifted up.

Sophie could feel everyone’s eyes on her the moment that she and Minho and Woojin entered the living room. Her face was still buried in Minho’s shoulder, but she didn’t need to see everyone to know that half of them were looking at her with pity and the other half were looking at her with anger.

Minho sat down on the couch, keeping her with him, for which she was grateful. If she had been made to sit alone she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Chan’s voice was the first to speak. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this, Da Som.”

Sophie cringed at the use of her Korean name.

“But first, you need to look at me. At least respect me enough to meet my eyes.”

A lump rose in Sophie’s throat at the blunt words, and hot tears stung the backs of her eyes. But she turned and met her leader’s steady gaze, still clinging to Minho.

“This is the third time you’ve betrayed our trust, Sophie, and we want it to stop,” Chan said firmly. “What you keep doing is absolutely wrong! We’ve tried to tell you this multiple times, but obviously it hasn’t registered with you. You know very well that dating is strictly forbidden, not by us but by the company. And to disobey the company is a lot more serious than disobeying us.” Chan paused for effect before continuing in an eerily calm tone, “You heard what happened to HyunA and Dawn?”

Sophie nodded, her eyes round with anxiety.

“Well, all I’d have to do is tell the CEOs of JYP and BigHit, and you and Ni-ki could be out of a job real fast. Just like HyunA and Dawn.”

Sophie heard Ni-ki inhale sharply. “But they went to PNATION…” he said uncertainly.

“That is not the point,” Chan said sternly. “The point is, both of you stand very good chances of being kicked out of your groups. And there’s no guarantee that another company would take you. Dating is a very serious offense, and companies won’t take it lightly.”

“And neither will we,” added Hyunjin grimly. Obviously he was still openly angry about it. “If I could, Sophie, I’d put you in house arrest for the next five months.”

“Hyunjin,” said Chan warningly, and Hyunjin shut up. “Anyway, while I’m in no position to discipline Enhypen for their part in this, I can discipline Sophie. So here’s what’s going to happen. Sophie, you’re losing your phone indefinitely. Obviously we still can’t trust you with it, even after taking it before. Secondly, you’re also fully grounded indefinitely. No hanging out with friends, no fun screen time unless it’s something we’re all doing together, basically nothing fun. And I don’t think you’d do this, but absolutely no sneaking out. We’re going to be taking precautions to make sure you follow these rules, and we don’t have to discuss them in front of Enhypen. So we’ll be talking over that later. Understand?”

Sophie nodded, too miserable to speak.

“I want a verbal answer, Da Som. I don’t care if it’s in English or Korean, I just want a respectful verbal answer.”

Sophie chewed on her lip before giving an answer in English. “Yes, sir.” Normally she’d have said “Yes, Chan,” but she figured that in this case, it wouldn’t hurt at all to add the extra layer of respect.

“Thank you. Now, I don’t have anything more to say to Enhypen as a whole, but Jungwon, I want you to come with me for a few minutes.”

Jungwon looked a little scared, but he nodded and stood up, following Chan out of the room.

Sophie and Ni-ki shared a fearful look. What’s going to happen?

#skz’ bubbly sunflower 🫧🌻#signature sophie angst #stray kids’ sophie #stray kids 9th member #enhypen niki

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Me, just minding my own business w. work and stuff, haven't touch Nexomon Extinction in about two weeks: .... Old NE fandom: Why the heck does Byeol exist? Is it a joke Tyrant or what? My brain, already in the death grip of the "Metta became a Fakemon Matrix god in N3" theory: -YOU FOOL, Metta made it out of spite! Why else would an "harmless" Tyrant seem so unnerving!? He's coming back in Nexomon 3 and it's with a vengeance!!!

(Mini-major rant below, plus spoilers)

For a bit of a refresher, I'm going to go scorched earth on this freak (but in a good way), and maybe even dabble on the Abyssal Tyrants.

Style and name-wise, Byeol doesn't seem too bad (its name is literally the Korean word for star (별)). Unfortunately, it only appears post-story in Palmaya, so it doesn't serve any importance in the current lore of N:E. But of course, it seems too cheap to make such an unassuming Tyrant appear in the game's Safari Zone, so out of simple curiosity I first did a bit of sleuthing on what Byeol means as a normal name (myfirstname.rocks) and...

"Byeol is a name that signifies a freedom-loving and free-spirited individual. Nothing is conventional with your love of change and adventure...Your heart’s desire is to settle conflicts and create harmony. Natural born peacemaker and a spiritual idealist are some of the words that describe you. You specialize in religion, philosophy, and less traditional forms of healing. The quest for enlightenment is one of your life-long pursuits."

Ah yes, the religious allegories...It makes sense since it has the star seat-thing, but what about the angel symbo-

Okay...It seems to be a reasonable speculation...So why does it appear in Palmaya of all places? Lore-wise, Palmaya's the only place where "no Tyrants appear". Here's why I now think that's a load of bull:

-In Nexomon 1, Palmaya was originally controlled by Merida/Arqua (5th Child of Omnicron), but was eventually destroyed in both a shoddy volleyball match and later during NexoLord/Metta's attempt at reviving Omnicron. -Some undetermined time before Nexomon Extinction, Merida buries her shrine/tomb in Palmaya, giving her free reign to explore the world in contrast to her spirit-bound siblings (and in comparison to Deena/Nara); the first time the MC Luke (HC name from the official prologue, btw) meet Merida at Omnicron's Tower/Tomb in the Frozen Tundra, instructing the player in flushing out the Nexolords cult and stop their attempt to "revive" Omnicron for a third (and obviously impossible) time. -And even some more time before the main story, the Guild hunt down the mysterious Abyssal Tyrants, quickly popping up and attacking just after Omnicron's death in a strangely unorthodox fashion. One of the Abyssals, Pluvean, appeared in Palmaya and was quickly slain as soon as it appeared; and in the Abyssal DLC, Pluvean himself says that his "goal" was to be destroyed by the Guild and "To bring the world's eyes upon myself". And here's the residents of Palmaya like "Haha, Palmaya's a great place! There's no Tyrants here, no siree! 🙃"

So now with the added lore of the Abyssal Tyrants, what's so important about Byeol besides it being so unassuming and harmless? Oh you know...That's what you're supposed to believe as well...

There's a rule of thumb in recent animes with cute and unassuming animal companions (like Kyubey): The cuter a mascot is, the more dangerous it is under the surface. And once I got into the theory of Metta playing around with the meta of the game (heh), the idea of Metta creating Byeol made more and more sense to me. -Both Byeol and Metta are based on unconventional angels (nonhuman, biblically-accurate messengers of God, "normal", etc) -Byeol may represent Metta's ideology of being "the star" of Nexomon 1 as the main antagonist (before Omnicron), being the "star of the show" as NexoLord, and/or representing his inflated ego as the "favorite" child despite being the youngest out of seven siblings. -With the added meta-narrative of Metta practically being wiped from existence in N:E, the main lore for Tyrants existing is because the Renegades find a Tyrant egg and hatch it from a Primordial Tyrant shrine of their choosing, so a Normal-type Tyrant should've been out of the question here...But here it is, just vibing in the one place that boasts about being Tyrant-free. [Added bonus that post-game, this is where the player finds Volta, a Greater Drake that specializes in "having no fixed location and keeps Tyrants from having a safe place to hide", but Lydia confirms that Palmaya is where he "seems fond of this area"...]

With my previous analysis/meme about Metta "mastering the art of resurrecting the dead", it wasn't too out there to assume that Metta was also the mysterious creator of the Abyssals as well; giving them certain tasks that seem unusual/unpredictable at the time, and letting Venefelis take the job of constantly reviving them in order to wear down Luke & the PTs for a thousand+ years to come...And who's to assume that the main element Abyssals are also based on Metta's interpretation of his siblings as well?

The similarities seem uncanny sure, (minus Inominox and Volcel; they fit personality/goal-wise), but the one outlier is...You guess it, Pluvean and Arqua. Arqua is typically known to be extremely temperamental and was once feared by many in Palmaya for sinking ships for fun...Pluvean was supposed to serve as cannon-fodder and completed his mission of going down without a fight. So why the contrast? What about the other Abyssals? Venefelis and Kroma (Psychic and Ghost respectively) are more of a wild card in the grand scheme of things, and their goals serve more of a greater threat to MC and the Primordial Tyrants in general. But now consider the Normal-type Abyssal Caelesa compared to its "inspiration" Metta:

Totally night and day here, right?...Now what about its description? "Caelesa was an Abyssal Tyrant that raced across the continent, making it exceptionally difficult to hunt down. Whether it was chasing a target or running from something, the Guild could never find out." And above all else, Caelesa has more physical similarities to Byeol here...Then it hit me right then and there:

THEY👏ARE👏DISTRACTIONS👏FROM👏METTA!!! The same thing obviously applies for the other Abyssals up until Nexomon 3, but Byeol and Caelesa serve absolutely no purpose in being a threat to the Guild or humans in general. They're both silent observers, letting their lackeys do most of the dirty work and wear their opponents down...Sounds familiar? Yeah yeah, I know, now why does that apply to Palmaya here? In a way for Metta to pull the strings in his ultimate plans, perhaps letting Arqua bury her shrine and relocate to the Frozen Tundra gave him the chance to watch everything from the background without having to lift a finger; and even giving a better explanation on why the Water-type Tyrant Nivalis is aesthetically Ice type too. Setting the sacrificial lamb Pluvean loose in Palmaya also reaffirms the stance that it's the only place where a Tyrant won't set foot in and serves as another safe space for humans to live at (besides Parum City).

And it's not like Metta is entirely innocent either. If the greatest threat of Nexomon 3 is the meta itself, then he's just winding up the bat on how much power he really has over the game itself. That one out-of-pocket scene during the Orphanage hostage mission, completely erasing his existence from both his siblings and the Nexomon 1 main character, a (possible) time loop scenario before the endgame fight w. Vados, and absolutely everything about the Abyssals just screams at me that Metta's coming back with a vengeance to reclaim Omnicron's throne as the true heir. And even if it isn't officially shown in the story, I'm pretty sure Luke would have some serious mental issues if he's the only one aware of these circumstances, especially when he's the target to all of them. Metta's absolutely willing to play the long game here, and harassing Luke with the debilitating power of Meta™ and the surefire fact that there should be one more Child of Omnicron they need to worry about would do plenty of bad things to him...

So for now, Byeol served as the pre-Abyssal warning that, like the cherubim, serves as the chariot to God's terrifying and vengeful arrival. Whatever Nexomon 3 has in store, I'm more than ready for the tasseled bowling ball to get the spotlight he deserves again.

TL:DR Metta's game plan before Luke accidentally revived the Abyssals:

#nexomon #nexomon extinction spoilers #nexomon metta #long post #nexomon byeol #byeol #nexomon spoilers #nexomon 3(?)#nexomon abyssal spoilers #The realization hit me like a truck...I don't regret it tho #Either more Micromon characters are coming back (with the added revival of MCR and N1 mons in the DLC)#or Metta's getting a vacation while waging psychological warfare on his nephew #It’s either or at this point and I am suffering from the lack of the theories #If no one's reviving the Micro/Nexomon fandom then I will!#...I need to get back to Cookie Run to cope :<#not main posts

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txt and twice 🥺

oohohh u have a crush on me >3<

txt <3

✦ my first bias: taehyun and soobin

✦ my current bias(es): ....ill let u figure that out babe

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): [screams] this is hard. the dream chapter: magic and minisode1 blour are definitely tied for first. tdc magic is just so important .. long hair taehyun..long hair hueningkai.....RUN AWAY ???????? angel or devil ........ magic island..cwjltma.. its literally full of the best songs ever made. blour was my first txt era so it will always be special<3 in addition to that . its a perfect album , like i can sit down and loop my blour cd for ten hours. i have done that. multiple times. like once a week. ghosting ..[falls to the floor] wishlist is pretty good<3

then ...... its basically neck and neck with all the others and i dont have the emotional capacity to pick <3 i would like to instead take this space to list some of my favorite txt songs in no particular order: wishlist , nap of a star , frost , eyes, wishlist , trust fund baby , cat&dog , ghosting , dear sputnik , eternally , anti romantic , no rules , cant you see me , wishlist , puma , loser lover , 0x1 lovesong , 0x1 lovesong jp ver. thamk u for ur time

✦ how i got into them: i found them in the [redacted] tag. and then kept seeing their early tiktoks on my pinterest page, namely soobin running into the metal pole and taehyun in the mirror. i think i watched both of them at least 30 times, hence the first bias situation. also i saw a gen z idol comp and yeonjun dropped the pasta and i think i screm laughed for like 30 mins straight at that

✦ which member would be my best friend: hueningkai and i know this for several reasons: first and foremost bc im obsessed with him and he'd adore that , second that i would sew him any plush he wanted , third that i make a million jokes a minute and he loves laughing

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): cowboy hats and crocs. alexa play be the cowboy by mitski , i associate hueningkai with plushies and hoodies and laughter and marshmallows and headphones and pretty green grass and the >3< kissy face , and i associate soobin with da da da da da da da da da da 🐬. taehyun with tdc magic and all magic and sour patch kids and (ofc) cheese tteokbokki and cats and math :(

twiceeeeee

✦ my first bias: jihyo !!!!!! my first cb with them was dance the night away so i think everyone can understand me..that 1 stage where she wore a red dress..gn

✦ my current bias(es): chaeyoung + sana .. theyre just so beloved (read: unhinged) literallly wig group fighting

✦ my album and/or era ranking (or favorite of each): they have SO MANY ERAS BCVNCV so ill list some of my favorites <3 yes or yes, heart shaker, what is love, i can't stop me, like ooh-ahh , bdz . FAVE TITLE IS HEART SHAKER <3

shoutout to more& more for orange sana..gotta be one of my favorite genders🤞 fav albums overall are fancy you , yes or yes, and summer nights the bside game is absolutely insane !!!!!!!!!!! girls like us , after moon , shot thru the heart .................. they are so so so very important. also one in a million is [falls to the floor] every so often i will just watch their live performance in japan and cry

✦ how i got into them: during what is love era !! one of my bestfriends at the time would do twice dances across the room in compsci from me and we'd watch their mvs together hehe

✦ which member would be my best friend: probably nayeon .. i think we'd have a time making hilarious jokes and bothering everyone...also i want to hold her hands

✦ something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): candy !!!!! their lightstick..candy..candy pop..nayeon candy floss.........i associate tzuyu with yoda ZXNCZ shes so cute and i associate sana with microwaves because shes insane .. or shall i call her .. insana😇

#u get an essay CZCNZX #mwah thamk u for asking sweetie bear #asks

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Chapter 2:

Zephaniah 3:3 the princes within her are roaring lions; her judges are wolves of the night which leave nothing for morning

Ava slides the door back and exits the van, allowing Kiva to jump out just ahead of her. The Duchie sits at the edge of the van with the halo barer, both waiting for Beatrice. The halo-barer extends a hand with a playful bow, “M’ lady,” to ‘help’ the sister warrior the foot and a half down from the OCS van.

“Yes. Yes. Very Cheeky.” She rolls her eyes and moves to actually get out of the van, but when Ava sticks her lower lip out, Beatrice has no choice but to indulge her. It’s too cute, and Ava could give Kiva a run for his money with the whole puppy dog eyes thing. Beatrice’s heart particularly melts when Ava looks up at her through those long eyelashes and presses a kiss to her knuckles.

Camilla, coughing softly from where she’s stuck waiting in the van behind them, calls Beatrice from the little moment. There’s a warmth at the tips of Beatrice’s ears at the admonishment, she is right, but the embarrassment is quelled when Ava shoots her a wink with a soft expression. Kiva stays at her heel as she gets the rest of her gear from the back of the van, both her and Camila taking a moment to slide in the contacts Jillian had developed for them to be able to see the otherworldly energy, namely wraiths.

Camila runs through the familiar procedures of checking and clearing her rifle and sidearm before sending both slides forward, each step of the process doing more to ease any worry she had. She looks calm. Much calmer than Beatrice ever thought she could be before a mission. The youngest of them was nervous for her first mission, but after that, she had this sort of bubbly energy that usually made its way known. Sweet Camila, what has this war done to you? It isn’t that she’s cold now. She’s just become more serious in the past year and Beatrice sometimes finds herself missing the naivety.

“Pets for luck, Brother Kiva?” The sister warrior asks permission once she has her rifle slung in front of her, her backpack resting high on her shoulders. When Kiva lets out a quiet woof, that usual Camila smile returns as she scratches between the Duchie’s ears. He gives a quick but affectionate lick to Camila’s hand. Exposing his glowing canines momentarily, the good had gone too hard after what he thought he was a stick early in his life and had broken his teeth. When Beatrice got him, he had titanium teeth, but when Mother Superian suggested they replace them with divinum it was one of the better ideas Beatrice had heard in a while.

Seeing such a normal reaction between her dog and her friend gives Beatrice hope that maybe, maybe, they stand a chance of getting back to their old selves after all of this. “See you guys soon.” With a short nod, she’s off to the clock tower.

Lilith straightens her vest one more time, craning her neck and exposing her claws in preparation. “Make the call when you are in position.”

“And what if I get there before you?” Ava challenges with a smirk to cover her worry.

“That’s not going to happen. But I’ll give you confirmation if that makes you feel better.” Lilith rolls her eyes, taking a step away from the van, ready to ‘whoosh’ her way to the friary. Of all the powers, Beatrice thinks that might be the most convenient.

Ava nods, her attention currently toward the Divinium knife she was securing to her forearm before pulling her sleeve down over it. Finding Lilith’s eyes, she gives her a nod, just to confirm. Just to be clear. “It does.”

“Careful, Ava. People might start to think you care about me.”

The halo barer, ever committed to the bit, gasps with a hand to her chest. Clearly affronted. “I would never.” Beatrice watches the two of them, their interactions always just a little bit mind-boggling. Since returning, Ava and Lilith have had a kinship of the other side, but also in the dichotomy they serve within this war. The angel and the demon, or whatever they were supposed to be. Together. The thing she’s never understood is how they find comfort in the bickering. Neither one of them have siblings.

Ava turns to her as Lilith disappears into the air. “Well, there she goes, like a bat out of hell.” Beatrice just continues adjusting the strap on her throwing knife harness, making those final little adjustments. She quickly moves on to fix Kiva’s vest in place. “No? Nothing.”

“It was not your best work, Love.” She crouches down in front of Kiva, pressing her forehead to his before dropping a quick kiss to his nose. She takes a breath, and curls her hands into the fur at his shoulders, a comfort for her growing nerves. A habit that had been her comfort as long as her furry friend had been at her side. These missions never used to bother her, but each one feels like it’s getting increasingly more important. More dangerous. “Stay close, Kiva.” She whispers, and no, you don’t have to tell her that’s not a command. This dog is the most intuitive creature she’s met. He knows. He’s always known. It’s only confirmed when he tilts his head up and licks gently at Beatrice’s cheek.

She stands slowly, turning to Ava. “You too.” Beatrice whispers low as she smoothes the armor resting over Ava's shoulders. This is getting both harder and easier. The closer they get to what might be the end of this thing. Ava is prepared and well beyond competent now. But Beatrice can’t help the worry that sits high in her chest every step they take closer to the end. A few months ago, it felt like it might never be over, which was a darkness that was hard to stave off. This, however, is an entirely different kind of daunting. One that makes Beatrice keenly aware of everyone’s mortality.

“Always.” Ava kisses her other cheek, only narrowly controlling the urge to lick it just as Kiva had, but also having the situational awareness to know that now is definitely not the time for that particular joke. She taps her earpiece as she starts walking in front of Beatrice toward the entrance to the lower Basiciala. “Coms check.”

“Are you two done making out?”

“Leave them alone, it’s sweet.” Camila chuckles before confirming she was “Lima Charlie.”

“Ooookaayyy. Good Coms.” Beatrice watches the blush crew across Ava’s cheeks to her ears. It would have been funnier if she didn’t feel her own face heating up. “Bea?”

“Loud and clear. How me?” Beatrice taps at her ear adjusting the volume, twisting the ear piece to have it sit more comfortably in her ear.

Ava swings her arms at her side, sending Beatrice a thumbs up as a confirmation, while Camilla responds “Got you the same.” The blush still creeps down Ava’s neck, her mind clearly somewhere a little less mission oriented. The sister warrior nods at her, reassuring in a way, but mostly to indicate it was time to focus, before clicking her tongue twice at Kiva calling him to her heel. Let's go, boy.